Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72 
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 26, 2016 21:39:32 GMT -8
The birds go silent suddenly, muted by a primal urge to leave the area as quickly as possible. A dark aura begins to set in over the forest, almost palpable, and to Maelik...familiar. It feels of rage and malice. Demonic.
Rushing through the trees at barely subsonic speeds, the Red Death -- as some common folk had taken to calling her -- explodes toward Maelik. A big fat boar she was not, nor would she make a good meal for the Demonlord, but Maelik would undoubtedly spy her regardless, especially as her enraged scream breaks the silence.
"MAELIIIIK!" growls the fallen angel as she speeds toward him, a flash of crimson through the verdant flora.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390 
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 26, 2016 21:58:22 GMT -8
The peace of the moment was certainly over as Zuu came bursting into the scene like a bat out of hell. Maelik's battle honed senses immediately sent his body through the motions of getting into a defensive stance and summoning his twin seven foot greatswords to his hands.
Crouching down he positioned his blades so that one was poised to meet the fallen angel's approach and the other could swipe at her if she managed to get in behind the first. His wings and tail did likewise, fanning around his heavily armored frame to provide a defense with no clear weakpoints that wouldn't risk a swift attack in return.
For a brief moment he wondered how this red creature had learned of his name, but that question answered itself as soon as he sorted through his opponents demonic energy and identified it as something eerily similar to his own.
"So it's either a radical or a power hungry subordinate then? Fine" he snarled as he outputted his own essence in kind. To Zuu it would seem as a thick blood tinged mist, rolling up upon itself around him to form a screaming skull, its teeth chattering together as it seemed to issue a low, steady moan. The Lord wasted no time in gathering energy into himself whilst he waited for Zuu to enter his zone of reach, his tactical mind already coming up with various ideas on what variety of magic he should attempt to use against this adversary.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 26, 2016 22:28:20 GMT -8
Zuu simply barrels forward. She isn't one for strategic thinking, and pain means little to her. Though she's rational enough not to impale herself upon Maelik's outstretched blade, that's where her planning ends as she bares her vampiresque fangs and draws her claws, aiming to latch on and tear into the demonlord's jugular with her unnaturally sharp teeth.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 26, 2016 22:39:31 GMT -8
Maelik was a little taken aback by the sheer ferocity that Zuu displayed but wasn't too terribly surprised, he did rule over a vast horde of demons who fought in a similar style after all. He bared his own fangs and violently flapped his wings once to aid in back peddling just out of the lightning quick girl's reach. As he did such he'd try to swat at her with his readied blade, withdrawing his outstretched one in order to cover his throat should she manage to slip past his attack and go for the throat once more.
"Aren't we a little feisty today? What's wrong buttercup, did daddy not let you go to prom or something?" he mocked in an effort to rile her up even further, all the while channeling even more essence into himself. Indeed, he found that his opponent's rage helped his amass magical power even more quickly than normal.
"Or is it something else?... Is it your time of the month?"
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 26, 2016 22:45:02 GMT -8
"DISGUST is what drives me today false lord ," hisses Zuu, just barely vaulting over the swinging blade after her failed swipe and speeding back toward him, this time her claws aiming to grasp his wings and separate them from his body. Reduced maneuverability is always a good thing, especially when fighting slippery prey.
"You don't deserve that title!"
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 26, 2016 23:17:05 GMT -8
The Lord felt the friction as Zuu just barely managed to avoid his strike, his blade going wide but his muscular arm stopped its progress before it went too far. Once more he found himself needing to avoid this creature rather than bear down on her himself, and that served to irk Maelik more than a little.
It seemed that she was going for his wings this time, and unfortunately for him those were too big for him to hope to cover in the same way he did his throat, and this time Zuu's speed made it unlikely for him to get away a second time. But Maelik knew already that this foe relied on viciousness and focused on unrelenting attack rather than discipline or tactics. And that meant that her attacks would be rather predictable for the seasoned Lord.
So instead of attempting to jump back he used his body's reach and strength to his advantage, reeling his extended sword back to take the place of his guarding weapon, which was now slashing upwards in a wide horizontal slash with the express purpose of keeping the vampiric maniac at bay. Furthermore he'd lower his wings and do his best to tuck them in close so as to afford even less of a chance for her to grab a hold without getting sliced in twain via large dark swords that zapped in the night.
"Oh?" he said in bemusement, his toothy grin widening to a psychotic level as the adrenaline of battle rushed through him. "Why is that? Enlighten me!" With that he'd make a pass with his tail a little further back than his sword swing to cut off any possible hope of Zuu from reaching his precious wings. The power behind this attack in particular was obviously something not to mess around with, especially when one took into account the nasty blade that resided at its tip.
His eye's seemed to glow with infernal power by now, the build up of demonic essence within himself continued on without pause, however now one of those glowing orbs was giving off a magical aura different to the one he naturally exuded. It was a scrying effect, and the Lord knew at once that Reese and the rest of the Midnight Sun were watching this fight just as they did his last.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 28, 2016 13:27:10 GMT -8
A waste of words. Zuu deigns not to respond as she grasps the blade of the incoming sword, slamming against her palm as she stops it, causing a very deep gash along her hand. She screams ferally, dashing forward with the other hand outstretched, aiming to grasp at the demonlord's throat, as the impact of the slash had pushed her too far back to reach his wings.
Although the tip of Maelik's tail buries itself in her side, she hardly seems to notice, diverting her gaze to the wound for hardly a second despite its cosniderable depth. In fact, the more injured she gets, the more enraged she becomes, drawing strength from her anger.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 28, 2016 13:57:35 GMT -8
The hulking beast grimaced as his tail blade sliced through flesh and dived deep into Zuu's side, not because he wasn't pleased that he got in a good hit but rather because she was too close to him to use his swords effectively.
He too was done with words, realizing that this opponent was too dangerous to divert any attention to mocking her. He used all his tail strength to push the berserker away from him but he would be too slow to effectively shove her away before she got to his throat.
So he took a page from Zuu's book and shoved something else in the way instead, unfortunately the only thing close enough to take the hit would be his helmeted head. Thrusting his head down to intercept the grasping claw, the resulting rake finding purchase through one of the eye holes.
By now he had hopefully pushed her back to the extent of his tail and maybe even a bit further, and the damage done was clearly evident as there was now a profuse amount of black ichor seeping through that one eyehole and no crimson glow to accompany it. His body was releasing so much demonic aura at this point that it was warping the air around him, singing the trees nearby and draining the grass of any life.
He'd roar out in pain and levy a curse her way, gone was any sense of playfulness, gone was any sense of mercy. It was snarl against snarl.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 28, 2016 14:09:18 GMT -8
Zuu's own fiery red blood mixes with Maelik's ichor upon her claws as she spares a moment to lick the substance off of her index finger's claw, her mouth turned up into a maniacal, toothy grin. She lets out a pleasured purr at the taste of the mixed blood. It has been far too long since she fed, as she's been tracking Maelik for a long time, waiting to get him alone. All that stalking has paid off; now she has him all to herself.
Her torn white robes are stained with her own blood, which she is losing in alarming amounts, pouring from the wound in her side. She takes a quick stock of her injuries before exploding into motion again, her massive iridescent crimson wings extending and giving one huge push, rocketing her back into Maelik. She's already taken one eye, she figures the other will be easy pickings. A blind opponent is easy prey. She shall feast on demon blood tonight.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 28, 2016 14:44:26 GMT -8
The draconic looking nightmare hissed and viciously slashes both of his blades in an X out in front of him to cut Zuu off. Both of the arcing swings were meant to sheer off her arms at the shoulder but he honestly didn't expect to hit with either, she was just too nimble to allow it. However that didn't make much of an impact in Maelik's plan, so with his tail once again slithering around in order to swiftly guard against anything unexpected he released his pent up magical power.
For a moment all the world was silent, and the forest dimmed. It was as if the cosmos saw fit to blow out a few of the world's candles and the magical power around Maelik was easy enough to detect. Then came the roar of a thousand furnaces, and a horrible light was starting to peek from the Lord's maw.
The heat was like that of the sun, but the true danger in the black and red flames came from their soul siphoning properties. Generally he'd use these flames as a means of punishing his demonic subordinates when they failed him but these ones in particular were especially brutal.
Like a great maelstrom the fire exploded from his maw, easily encompassing a cone in front of him around thirty feet to either side of him (as well as above) and about forty feet outwards. If Zuu found herself being engulfed by these flames she'd feel her essence being scorched and twisted but not outright killing her, merely leaving her much weaker and possibly feeling nauseous.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 28, 2016 14:52:23 GMT -8
Zuu, herself, has a trick up her sleeve that she was not expecting to use. In the split second between Maelik opening his jaw and her making her own move, she has to decide between the pride of beating the Demonlord without magic and the safety of illusory arts. She picks the latter as the flames burst fourth, splitting off into two Zuus, one of which continues forward into the flames, the other dashing off to the side to flank Maelik. Which one is the true copy is fairly obvious; the one that heads straight forward remains unburnt and emanates no aura, but Zuu hopes it to be enough of a distraction to strike.
She dodge-rolls behind him and dashes fourth, aiming to once again tear at his wings, her claws slashing rapidly at his back.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 28, 2016 15:09:05 GMT -8
Maelik's flames scorched the ground and it seemed that the forest itself was wailing in agony, even the trees that the fire didn't touch were gnarling up and dying. But his intended target was already out of the way, a fact that took him less than a second to realize, and he turned his head to move the flames to the side.
Even with only the smallest of head starts Zuu proved too quick for him to keep up and the fires dispersed before he could catch her in them. In no time flat she was at his back and he knew exactly what she was aiming for back there.
But Maelik was a wily old demon, one who understood that his best chance to catch her would when she's close and on the attack, and now she wasn't aiming for a vital spot. He allowed her to close in on his wings and tear them to shreds. But as she did such he'd try to envelop her in them, wrapping his massive wings about her and using the immense strength of those torn limbs to hold her temporarily in place. Should this prove effective he'd double up on it and bind her further with his tail, coiling around her to squeeze her with bone shattering force. And finally, if he manages to get that deadly grip around her he'd bring her to his front, where his swords awaited her.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 28, 2016 15:20:19 GMT -8
As the wings wrap about her, Zuu takes nary a moment of hesitation before she sinks her teeth into the nearest piece of demonflesh, which happens to be the site of the main artery supplying blood to his wings. She sucks up as much black blood as she can in the short time it takes him to wrap his tail about her.
She proves equally as eager to sink her fangs into his tail, and although less blood is to be had, she still drinks up as much as she can. As she drinks, her injuries begin to mend at an unnaturally fast rate, and she begins to become slightly less pale. As for his swords, however, she is far too occupied to dodge them, and will likely take the brunt of the hit if her biting doesn't cause Maelik to release her.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 28, 2016 15:43:56 GMT -8
The larger demon cared little for the blood drain, he had more than enough in his huge body to compensate and his wings were largely useless now anyways. So as Zuu chomped away at his, her fangs piercing both armor and scales alike he aligned her for easy access for both his swords.
Without a word he plunged one down into her, the massive blade easily slicing through a portion of his own tail (although he was careful enough not to sever enough to allow Zuu to escape) and run the vampiric monster through her upper chest. From here he'd offer her a sadistic smile, the exquisite pain of all his injuries driving him even closer to his renowned former self. He stared upon down at his opponent... no, at his prey, and let out a slow, menacing chuckle.
The sword's electric enchantment would constantly shock Zuu at this point, the black lightning coursing through her body and consequentially through his tail and up to him with enough voltage to seize up muscles and maybe even paralyze limbs. His body was used to it however, and over the eons he's built up quite the resistance, he doubted the Zuu had that same luxury.
His second sword wasn't idle during this time either, this one doing much the same as the last, only it aimed to pierce her lower, somewhere in his waist area and add to the torment. Once he secured her with his weapons he'd release his tail hold on her, the mangled appendage sliding across the ground to take up its usual position at his side.
His chuckle would escalate to a psychotic laugh and from there it went even further. His psyche had most definitely regressed to the bloodthirsty monster of the past, a creature who's sole pleasure was seeing suffering inflicted on those who wronged him and playing out his rage to its most extreme extent.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 28, 2016 15:54:46 GMT -8
Zuu's wounds rapidly heal about the blades, locking them in place as she's shocked. A chunk of his tail remains in her mouth as he pulls it away from her, and it turns pale as snow as she sucks the last of the blood from the disconnected flesh, before discarding it with an unladylike spit.
She grins up at Maelik and begins to grasp at the sword hilts, before the electricity courses through her, beginning to char her flesh and send spasms through her spine. Her grin changes to a grimace as she struggles to move her muscles, but ultimately she's successful, wrapping her clawed fingers around the hilts of his blades and digging her claws deep into the backs of his hands, the contraction of her muscles due to the electrification causing her grip to become even stronger. She truly looks a monster now, with portions of her flesh stricken with lightning-shaped burn scars, trailing all over her body.
"You...will...die...traitor..." she manages to get out between clenched teeth, her orange eyes burning with rage as she locks gazes with him.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 28, 2016 16:09:10 GMT -8
The demon's tongue flicked out to lick his lips as his one good eye recorded the whole thing, maybe even being able to pick up on his words and the chilling tone they were delivered with.
"Maybe... Or maybe I'll just watch as you sizzle like a shishkebabed fish over a fire..." His smile never faltered even as he wiggled his arms to shake Zuu's speared body about on his weapons in order to elicit even further pain but made sure not to made the wounds too open so that she could free herself. Then with a snarl he drove the seven foot blades (And Zuu along with them) deep into the dirt and watched with glee as his enchanted swords continued to zap and shock and scorch his victim.
"I do what I wish girl, and right now I want to hear you scream! Go on! Call me a traitor some more! Those words are like sweet music when spoken through a strained vocal cord! Maybe I'll brake an arm or two as well? Perhaps I'll tear out each of those pretty fangs and STAB them into you! That would be great fun!"
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
Clothes and Equipment: ========================================
Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Jan 28, 2016 16:16:50 GMT -8
Maelik's rage awakens something in Zuu as well. As she's pinned to the ground, she begins to squirm slightly, reopening the wounds that closed about the blades in order to loosen their grip on her. Finally, her ploy works, and she rockets upward, tearing the hits of the blades through her chest. She's suffered great internal damage...but then, she isn't as weak as a human.
Her rage boils over the top, then, and she charges at Maelik again in a mad dash, leaving a trail of blood gushing from one wound, the other cauterised by the effects of the blade.
"WHAT WILL YOU DO WITHOUT YOUR PRECIOUS CRUTCHES, FALSE LORD?" shrieks the vampiric demon as she ducks low and prepares to barrel into Maelik's midsection with lightning speed and no shortage if power, hoping to mount his chest and claw the life from him. Somehow, she'S still fighting, despite the wounds, both of which are beginning to heal as the last vestiges of her bloody feast courses through her body.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 28, 2016 16:30:38 GMT -8
Maelik's smirk faltered for a moment when Zuu came bursting out from his weapons and he was forced to jump away from them in order to not get grabbed and barely gets away from her grabby little paws.
However once he was back on balance a few meters away that homicidal smile readily returned to his face, black fire wisping from the corners of his mouth.
"I like you, you really know how to makes things FUN!"
With that he let loose a small burst of dragon fire before storing up more magic power, readying his claws, tail and jaws for a close quarters combat.
"I'll enjoy ripping you apart and seeing what grows back!"
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Jan 28, 2016 16:36:47 GMT -8
A young man, what looked to be like a native Gauldinian seemed to be present in the woods, and he would walk right up to the fight, as if he did not have any semblence of self-preservation.
Sticking his hands in his pockets he would look upon the fight with a rather bored look about him, "What's going on?" he asked, mostly to himself since the two beings were probably too engrossed in their heated battle to notice him.
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 28, 2016 17:41:13 GMT -8
A large, blindingly bright light smashes through the trees landing near the two combatants. The light fades, and a brief glimpse of Lum in her dragon form can be seen, before she turns to her angelic one. She stands tall, lovely, and serene for a moment, before grimacing. The waves of demonic energy rolling off the combatants roll over her, and she gasps falling to her knees. Tears begin to stream down her face, the anger, the pain, and the evil present here are almost more than she can bear. However she grits her teeth, struggles to her feet, and walks toward the two combatants.
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