MY NIGHTMARES WILL HAVE NIGHTMARES ☆ REVOLT

[Grimm]

Child of summer and peace. Unbroken the rose tint of naive innocence, all that was known shaped by care, the darkness obscured. Best the option within that present moment, delicate the mind to such a degree further explanation may break it, poor it now when tension broke, the clamour of war hushed now exploding in a myriad of sound.

Basic the grasp he had about the intended plan, present during the last moments when formulation had been conducted and much had been decided, his own role meagre, if existent at all. Gently persuade away from the idea, cited that he knew as factors contributing to the danger behind his inclusion, yet ignored each, a din that merely aggravated. A child, untested and thus of no use, expectation to simply wait upon the sidelines. Once may have been heeded the words spoken in tones masking worry, disregarded with a faux promise, the break easy when he viewed nothing was present on the table.

Idiot child with his head in the clouds.

Alone Salvia stood upon the porch that ringed that he had known as home, bundled inside once it became apparent possibility was present and the rest had gathered, an observer bearing a wide grin. Soon it fell, widened mouth as eyes did alike, gargled the choked off noises caught in restricted throat. He knew the status of his father, his being not mortal in whole, abomination ringed by spines that which replaced, however, boulders struck against one another with a thundering echo the voice it released in short responses. Begun the commotion as entwined grew the beasts, ivory and ebony wound in deadly dance, crimson dripping between scales in shallow rivets.

Away vision skittered and another was caught unawares after supposed victory against one of their captors, false monarch relishing the fight, once before won and likely assured again may he claim victory. Scream bubbled forth, held behind teeth at the cracking arc lightning cut through air grown electrified, apparent the tang ozone cast in its wake. Counter staged in moments, brief the manner Salvia was mesmerised by the flashing lights adorning fins, away turning as shakey steps allowed him to enter the battlefield. Poor choice, no combatant left and thus he merely stood, slight the tremor that overtook even as settled across cream hued visage a snarl bordering upon a grimace.

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But I wish I could I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else but I left it way too late, are you stuck in your own ways? you only look at me properly now when you're drunk watching movies. where are you? what happened? I want what we had

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[ninazu]

BURN
BRIGHT

While the Icthyovenator rushed toward her, Ninazu snorted a blob of blood out of her nose. Lightning crackled in her paws as she breathed through her mouth, lips parted, blood streaming down her fangs and dripping everywhere. Ninazu ducked, took the tail thwack to the shoulder, and rolled with the blow as she fell to the ground. Her body hurt, she’d definitely be bruised and sore tomorrow, but she didn’t think for a second about backing off.

She attempted to hook her claws into the Icthyovenator’s rigid tail and hang on for dear life. Theropods had extremely rigid tails, and this one’s long ass one made for a perfect hold--she hoped that, by holding on to the end, the Icthyovenator wouldn't have the reach to claw or bite her. “Oh, wow, I’m fighting your tail. Is the ittle wittle beastie afraid of using her big girl teeth?”

[member=16664]Tide-Fall[/member]

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[SirDio]

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Icthyovenator —  Tanglewood — Adult, unconfirmed age — Heterosexual — Physically hard — Mentally strong

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #281B7C;"] She snorted, feeling claws grip her tail. Turning her head to peer at Ninazu, a menacing chuckle left her. "Do you think I'm stupid enough to bite an opponent who fucking shocked me?" She roared, spinning again on her heel, stopping halfway into the spin, and spun sharply in the other direction in an attempt to throw [member=2040]ninazu[/member] off. If successful, she would try to tear at the lioness with her claws. Bioluminescence never stopped flashing, almost as if to try and disorient those around her, including Ninazu.

"Speech"

[ninazu]

BURN
BRIGHT

Rilling up idiots always brought a smirk to her face. Ninazu couldn’t smirk for long, however, as the icthyovenator’s tail thrashed and dragged her with it. Ninazu growled, gripping tightly, but her claws lost their grip on the flashing scales. She tumbled, ducking her head to her chest, rolling on the marshy muck.

Lightning zipped between her paws, but Ninazu kept them tucked to her belly as she lay there, flopped on her side as though fully stunned. She tracked the icthyovenator’s heavy steps; focusing on her breathing, she brought her paws together and felt the electricity zip zap and singe her own flesh.

When Tide-Fall slashed, Ninazu brought up her paws and attempted to tap the dinosaur’s body with her lightning-soaked paws. The icthyovenator’s claws dug into her body, too, but Ninazu gritted her teeth against the pain. This body was disposable, all flesh was disposable to her goals, but wounding the dinosaur would be more than a fair trade.

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[SirDio]

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Icthyovenator —  Tanglewood — Adult, unconfirmed age — Heterosexual — Physically hard — Mentally strong

[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: #281B7C;"] The moment claws met fur, she felt the electrical surge, the pain. Lights surged and flashed with it as she tore her claws away. The roar she wanted to let out was instead a pained hiss as she swung her claws in an underhanded manner, aiming to catch [member=2040]ninazu[/member] by her neck. The visions in her mind fueled her anger, the determination to keep fighting until she felt satisfied.

"Speech"

[ARGUS]

With every monster there was someone to slay it, but in war the monster was nothing but an opponent: even here Argus knew this. In comparison to their first battle where Argus was surrounded by all sides, taken prisoner… It felt glorious, for once to be of the size, the stance to fight back. To destroy their enemy, to feel nothing but glee and the strain of such muscles from a long hard fight. Even outnumbered Argus felt weightless, graceful as in their element of war.

The fight had just started, clear cut across the battle Argus was a rallying point. With Aurum’s spins along the throat and tail end of his form Argus knew there was very little Argus could battle against. They were a physical creature, this form had once only been used to overwhelm, to destroy and overpower; But here Argus admitted to facing a bigger opponent, who shifted as easy as breathing. It was to aurum only a body of war, to where for argus their’s has become something of a lifeline. It bore their bones and blood and Argus like many shifters grew more acostomed to it as breathing.

Argus didn’t wear this body as a skin so much as they had become it, but down to their core they would always be a wolf, and wolves were relentless.

The mask on argus’ features covered the natural defense against the spines. The taste of blood in their mouth was a victory. The taste of the angel was sweet on their tongue. The other’s mind was delicious, even unconscious they could see it. a sea of static, without thought or mercy: in another circumstance, they could’ve been friends, there could’ve been companionship.

But here there was only battle, and the other’s challenging words didn’t deter them, the pale white dragon remained silent, but the edge’s of their mask revealed crooked, gleaming teeth of a smile Caged tongue slipping between to lick a smear of blood on their porcelain white mask.

They reared back, pushing out of the sight of the sweeping tail and instead catching the lunge from the angle. The Shinigami’s clawed hands came down from the rear to push Arurum’s face down into the dirt. Grinding his face into the mud of his bog-like home.

“You will make a good challenge” Their voice was solemn, but in the cries of battle Argus’ voice was a roar. From their vantage clawed wings went to claw down the sides they could reach, in aim for the eyes that littered on the sides of this form. Make him feel the pain, even at the risk of the spines that crept at the edge’s of their wings from the brush with spines. Argus’ own Adrenalin making the stings fell all but nothing in the midst of battle.

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"Standing in the afterimage of who you used to be graceless fumbling rage, standing within the eye's of the storm and an itch from the edges of a storm. Argus is painted in mercy and her lack of action; the only thing kept their enemies out of dragons breath is care. Sonder painting the mask of a monster; does not change what they are at the core. ruthless"

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[S. PENDRAGON]

DANCING BEARS, PAINTED WINGS

A revolt.

An attempt to get their home back but Sophiea when she entered the battlefield hadn't been expecting for everything to get so put of paw then again, she had never seen war right outside her home. She swallowed unable to move at first as she saw blurs of her clanmates colliding with the members of the Condemned, she used her telekinesis to lift up her arrows ready to aim them towards the enemy until a flash of white fur caught her eye. She held her breath realizing that it was her cousin and he had been running in the direction of Stryker, she didn't get to react quick enough seeing as a NPC from the opposing side had knocked her over causing a growl to leave her. All the arrows once held up by telekinesis falling onto the ground but she managed to grab one in time to stab the eye of the NPC and dug it forward with a slam of her paw. The body falling on top of her as blood was spat onto her stark chest. She laid there feeling her heart racing within her chest, she had killed someone. Her blood ran cold as she felt tears beginning to prick at her eyes seeing the life fade from the NPC, she pushed them off feeling her entire body shaking with panic.

She shouldn't have killed them. The sound of her heart beat echoing within her ears as everything became blurry and she glanced around feeling the tears falling down from her cheeks, eventually, the sight of a white blur caught her attention and was enough to calm her. She hastily wiped the tears away from her eyes noticing that it was Eternalnight but her heart stopped realizing that Stryker had him pinned down by the throat, breath caught in her throat as she sat there. "N-no..." She whispered only to rise to her paws grabbing one of her arrows running forward with fur bristling "No, no, no." She could feel her fierce self returning in that moment as she launched herself forward with a yowl "GET YOUR PAWS OFF MY KIN, YOU WANKER!" She flapped her wings open lifting her arrows with telekinesis once more and used a strong gust of wind to send a fleet of arrows at Stryker aiming to impale his side, her body twisting as she dove with a single arrow still in her maw attempting to stab it into his shoulder. Nobody was going to hurt her family.

THINGS I ALMOST REMEMBER
AND A SONG SOMEONE SINGS, ONCE UPON A DECEMBER

— Reggan

[Stryker]

The soft whimpering of Sophiea hadn't alerted his senses, but the yowl afterwards caused his head to snap. With Eternalknight in his grip, Stryker grabbed the cat by the scruff and transferred him into his jaws. Alabaster teeth sunk into their place firmly. The flash of metal flared in the distance and Stryker began to pull back, but as the female's scream erupted, her allows followed. Wind blew his mane backwards and jagged tips sunk into his side as arrows impaled through his flesh. The lion growled through Eternalknight's fur, pulling back in pain.

Through squinted vision, his attempt to pull away caused the winged feline had managed to swipe at him and miss. Slitted eyes peered backwards at his chest with an uneasy glare, contemplating whether or not to pull the arrows from his side, knowing he'd get shit from Ninazu later on. Nonetheless, his gaze returned to Sophiea in no time. Blood seeped onto the floor, but his fight was not over. She could provide him an advantage, little did she know it.

As Eternalknight dangled from his jaws, he raised a paw up towards his neck. An unsheathed claw wavered over the white feline's throat. Wicked eyes peered down at Sophiea. "Do anything else and he dies, kitten," he hissed. A demented smirk curled upon his lips and he attempted to press the claw down onto Eternalknight's jugular, awaiting her decision. "Do nothing and we can negotiate a deal to keep him alive." They were both very small compared to his huge stature, but he acknowledged both of their strengths and wanted to use them for his own purpose. Hopefully, she'd comply...