Dungeon of Solomon

[Assallya]

Still staring blindly down into the grass beneath her Assallya struggled to move, to cry out but naught seemed possible save breathing. If it were possible Assallya would grimace but she instead remained where she lay, face slack and staring with blue eyes at nothing. Again she lost track of time. A strange breeze stirred through the forest and caressed her silk clad form, a perplexing thought given they were underground. Her pointed ears strained to hear something, anything beyond the rustling of leaves.

Finally, she heard voices, off in the distance. Too far away to make anything out. She tried screaming again, desperately calling for help, and nothing slipped out past her ebony lips but air. She struggled to move, to signal something, her fingers tingled at the tips and finally one toe began to move. Finally! The toe, nail painted black and dusted in silver began to twitch. It was probably too far away to be seen but maybe the paralysis was beginning to wear off!

Then she felt something like snow upon her naked back, warm motes of something like dust settling upon her alabaster flesh. What was that she wondered, unable to make any conclusions concerning the sensation. It was warm, so it couldn't be snow. Could it be ash? Had a volcano suddenly appeared? Was there something above? What she wouldn't give to be able to twist her head.

 

[MagiKin]

Velari had a plan, not the brightest or smartest plan but it was a plan. Let the others get ahead. To someone not of sound mind or strategic hierarchy, this plan seemed absolutely ridiculous. Still, he knew what he was doing. He'd follow the brute ogre and his wild companion as well as the druid towards the orb, hopefully, let them take the brunt of the forces ahead and when it came time to take the orb, he would be in pristine condition to fight for it over most other challengers. At least those that would be alive that is.

Following down the tunnel just about 10 steps behind the group of travelers, he listened to their words on the air. Random spontaneous words about very little at all. Why did humans insist on wasting air on nothing? He merely hoped that he wouldn't have to resort to too much effort this early in the game.

 

[BaskinJR]

Verdé glanced non expressively at the botanical monster slumped in the hall. Hobbling over, he examined it more closely, taking out a dagger and removing a plant sample for future examination. Then he continued down the hall, phosphorescent fungi on his staff providing some diminutive light.
A large gilded door lay just beyond. Inquisitive, he tapped it lightly with his staff, and it shuddered a little. He stepped back, and implored the other challengers in the corridor to follow.

 

[DANAsaur]

Scarlet
Werewolf/ "Daughter of Red"/ "Forbidden Fruit"
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Scarlet giggled as the orc grabbed her basket and dumped everything on its mouth "Someone looks like they're hungry~" she cooed, gigging even more. She watched the two with her eyes gleaming with fascination; she had never seen a duo quite like them before. "Uhm--" before she could even finish her sentence, she girl uttered an apology for the orc's behavior and turned her gaze to the druid.

As the druid headed to the jungle room, her curiosity got the best of her and decided to follow him. Being a girl who were always in the woods, she barely know anything about the recent events around her. She only heard about the dungeon when a traveler passed by her and told her how dangerous the dungeon is. Of course, being the curious girl that she is, she wanted to go there, even if her grandmother forbid her. "Ooh~ jungle room. I didn't know that this place is huge!! So... what is this dungeon all about?" she asked to no one in particular.

 

[BaskinJR]

"Stay back." Murmured Verdé sparsely to Scarlet. "The door is a mimic, and we must deal with it accordingly." The door began to rattle violently. "We must not provoke it."

 

[MagiKin]

Velari scowled. Mimics...horrid creatures. No decent body of their own so they copy whatever is handy or strong nearby. Seems this dungeon has quite the garden variety waiting for us. As he stepped closer, allowing his wind form to dissipate and making him more visible to everyone, he addressed the old one.
"So tell me druid, what might you suggest if we're to pass here, but not provoke the mimic at all? Can mimics be put to sleep?" He did not know much about mimics. He knew they could be killed, but it was a dull and arduous task. You had to either have alot of time on your hands, depending on what form the creature had, or just get lucky.

This door mimic definitely seemed overly hostile. All the druid had done was tap it and it started to rattle and shake like it was going to explode. This was going to either be a interesting fight or a wonderful puzzle to try and solve between them all.

 

[BaskinJR]

"Surely it can be put to sleep..." Verdé scrutinised it very careful.
Mimics were not common in the forest, but Druids were learned in all biological organisms, and he knew that doors didn't fit that category.
He visualised what may have happened had he barged ahead. How unfortunate for a competitor to be killed by a door.
He nodded toward Velari. "If you have any ideas, then do so, but do be careful."
Verdé stepped aside and watched intently.

 

[LunarLavendula]

Dungeon of Solomon

The mirror rattled and shaked in its holding as the wiry, shadowed creature pulled itself free from it's prison with unrelenting determination. Slowly, so slowly, so meticulously did it make it's escape, each moment bringing it closer to it's inevitable freedom. The stones groaned in protest but to no avail. Two sinewy limbs touched down onto the dark stones for the first time in millennia, a wisp of a breeze curling around it from where it stood. A thousand nameless voices rose in a chaotic chorus, saying one thing and one thing only.

It demands tribute it demands tribute it demands tribute itdemandstributeitdemandstributeitdemandstributeitdemandstribute

From the face of this black husk of a creature two white abyss' for eyes observed the world with a sharp, predatory intelligence. With a crack of it's head it faced the blood red "I" carved into the archway. It had no teeth or mouth to grin with - not yet - but it reached towards the numeral with a long skeletal finger and a devilish glee.

I

A gust of wind and the cavern was left empty.

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Mia shuffled back, happy to see the young boy had regained his energy quick quickly. She looked at him thoughtfully as she stood up, once again questioning what she had seen in that other world. His small warm hand took her cold one (how curious! what strange customs humans have! Mia was delighted to be involved in such a peculiar ritual.) and she found it hard to believe that he was anything but an innocent little boy who could control skeletons and also owned a dead, rotting corpse of a horse.

She tilted her head and peered at the two unusual girls who had joined them. She watched unflinching as Lanziver crushed a - rabid? cursed? crazy? - bat in his palm in a show of mercy. Despite all his protests, the gnome seemed friendly enough with Bo and the scissor-wielding girl. And for some reason, Mia trusted his judgment.

She gave a nod. "Yes," she replied cheerfully at last, "I think we are doing all right." her head turned as a shadow of a girl tried to slip around them-

a blast of wind from nowhere caroled through the dungeon, a swarm of whispers caught within.

it demands tribute itdemandstribute itdemandstribute itdemandstribute​

The blast whipped past Mia and she instinctively curled forward in an effort to stay standing, raising her free arm over her eyes to defend against the dust. She cast a fearful glance over to the little boy on horseback, but the gust dissipated as quickly as it had arisen.

She thought that was it. She was wrong.

Mia turned to look at the others. "Is everyone ok?" she asked.

A low rumble. The floor began to vibrate. The walls around them began to shake and the stones began to ease free from each other. A slab from above slammed into the ground beside Alice as the whole corridor began to tilt towards the left.

Dungeon of Solomon

[warning=#808080]The entire first floor is collapsing into the center of the second floor.[/warning]​

All characters on the first floor will have the opportunity to regroup if they wish.

 

[AAB]

As Sudi passed the others to put herself in the lead, she felt a slight tremor beneath her. Sudi braced herself by planting her feet firmly, lowering her center of gravity, and stretching out her hands. The stance was useless; she fell anyway. The entire level was giving way. Sudi was struck on the shoulder-blade by part of the floor that fell with her. They were all falling.

The horse! If that beast crushed her... Sudi rolled with the stones as they fell, trying to put distance between herself and the others who fell. Her sense of direction was temporarily distorted. Then the clamor dissipated. Sudi stifled a cough as he waved some of the dust away from her face. She had a few aches that were likely to be bruises, but no serious damage. As for gear...her naginata was still on her back. Good. And the kurkis...the left one was still sheathed. The right was gone. It must have come loose during the roll. The sheath was cracked too...that was why.

Sudi glared at the settling dust. She was no more lost now than she had been before. Her competition was likely to have been more damaged than she, and she was still sufficiently armed. There was no reason for her not to claim the orb.

 

[Assallya]

Staring blindly at nothing, Assallya had wanted to scream. Never more so then when the doddering old druid piddled by muttering to himself and collecting his sample. She had wanted desperately to scream out that she was alive, that she needed help. Hell, if anyone could have been of help curing her paralysis it would have been a druid! Instead all she could do was twiddle her ebony manicured digits and attempt to breathe more heavily. Unfortunately, all that had prove for naught when he had simply conducted his business and moved onward.

Again time slowed down. With nothing to entertain her but her own thoughts and fearing her own helplessness in the midst of untold horrors and vicious monsters her own mind raced. Each small sensation, be it a sound off in the distance or the simplest shadow from the branches overhead that swayed to the strange breeze that should not have existed beneath ground, caused her heart to pound in her breast.

Then the ground beneath her trembled and for the briefest moment Assallya entertained the notion that some massive beast was coming towards her. That thought faded almost instantly when the trembling continued. It was no mere footstep of some foul beast but a constant rumbling. The grass beneath her shifted, there was a mighty crack like that of thunder as the massive tree creature's roots were thrust up from it's earthen bindings. Then Assallya found herself tumbling, rolling without control. Everything became a blur of tumbling stone and earth. She spied her own arm flying past her vision, jeweled bracelets bouncing around on a slender wrist, rag dolling about aimlessly and despite her best efforts was unable to control it, unable to use it to control her descent. Then something struck her. There was a loud crunching sound all went dark.

Finally, Assallya was spilled into a large open space. Her limp body came to rest. She lay where she had fallen, mostly covered in debris, her silk clad slender legs and bare feet spread across the floor and only a few glimpses of her golden hair visible beneath the stones that had strewn themselves across her.

 

[BaskinJR]

Verdé was externally nonplussed by the tremor that shocked the upper floors. He had expected a ploy and the bastards in charge of this had not disappointed.
He raised his staff and it pulsed with green lethargically. Throbbing rhythmically, an ambient green flame appeared on its tip. Lowering it to the floor, vines, creepers, brambles and weeds began to converge over the floor, stabilising it. He shuddered from this costly magic and utilised all of his brainspace for keeping this all in check. He could only hope the other contestants stayed away from the centre of the dungeon.
He extended his senses, searching for fragmented floor. He drew ambiguous images from across the entirety of the floor, and to his surprise, stark violet against a murky, tenebrous background, was a vaguely bestial silhouette that loped out of sight.
Verdé ignored this. For his thoughts to venture would mean the vines would release and the entire floor would crumble. He didn't fancy his chances with his brittle, yielding frame shattered beneath rubble.

 

[MagiKin]

When the ground collapsed, Velari had no clue what was happening. In the blink of an eye, the ground seemed to vanish save for where the druid had managed to keep it together. He watched the orc and his companion drop, but didn't notice if they continued to fall or managed to get somewhere safe. Not that he cared, but still he had to admit that brutes raw strength would probably be of welcome here in the dungeon. Still, first things first...he had to save himself.

Channeling his magic back to switch into his wind form, he dropped a few feet before finally changing, gliding the rest of the way down until he touched the ground. As he landed, he changed back. It was a handy trick that had saved him more than once, but never seemed to feel any easier after using it. He glanced around to see who else might have dropped in and noticed quite a few new faces around the area.

Velari thought about cursing some of them. Curses were his speciality after all and he could load them with so many different curses that they would have a hard time thinking about what to do next. Then again,going after so many at once might just make it harder for him to get around and watch his back. For now, he decided to stay away and watch.

 

[Boo Girlie BoomBoom]

Ms. Polanitia LaFontaine DeFuego. Half Angel, Half Demon. She calls herself "Polly."

A mother's gentle softness held in her silvery eyes. Such a look seemed so misplaced given the alluring curves of her svelte and tempting body. Long lashes blinked downward twice and a smile that looked smoldered like embers lusting for flame in a fire pit, broke free from blood apple red lips. Upon her side she languished, resting her temple upon a pale and slender clawed hand. Soft 'tsk-ing' sounds she let out as her other hand chased away the stray strands of blonde hair from out of the other womans face. Such a poor, poor thing; a victim in the rubble, left for dead in such sport of men and helpless to the jaws of any demonic intents.

The elfish creature lying beside her was beautiful, alluring and dressed almost as scantily as she herself. Sharp canine teeth bit a pouty lower lip as a clawed finger tip traced the cheek of the gorgeous beast from just neath its big baby blues, along the fine cheek bones and down to its full lips and finally resting upon its strong pale chin.

Two wicked claws of her other hand found their way into her warm wet mouth and long serpentine tongue intertwined as it moistened said clawed finger tips. The finger tips fell now, and hovered just over the lips of the prone and helpless elfish creature.

Oh it breathed... she could feel it. Oh, but just barely.

A shuddering sigh she set free and the skin along the curves of her immodestly clad body shivered in unison with her exhale. This poor, poor victim. A thumb she placed gently into the beautiful elfish creatures mouth, parting its full pink lips. Long golden locks splayed about across the victim's breast as she placed her ear above the spot where the victims heart remained.

Another sigh, and silvery eyes fell behind long lashed lids, eyebrows slanting down in pity for the poor, poor victim. Her leathery wings, fanned away and forked dark tail stroked the elfish beings leg, if only to try to comfort the poor creature.

Her thumb she gently slid out from the victim beings mouth, and still slick and shiny moist, she placed her thumb into her own mouth. A light scowl blemished her girlish features as her tongue began sliding and slipping around her thumb; tasting, sensing and caressing the foreign liquid.

Poison.

It induced paralysis and was slowly breaking down her inner being. The blonde buxom elfish thing would be ready for drinking in an hour; her precious insides would liquefy by then.

But not if she could help it. No, regardless of how others saw her, she just would not let that happen.


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"Oh look what we have here! Half-angel! Half-Spreading-Legs! What a confused creature is this? Oh, she doesn't look like a willing participant, but then again, who needs consent when you're dressed like that, amirite folks? But here she is! Ms. Polanitia LaFontaine DeFuego also known as 'easy... er to ask for forgiveness, than ask for permission!'"

They had laughed. They had jeered. They had called her mean things. Some even threw things at her.

She looked like sex upon leather wings, complete with toying, pointy tail and naughty, grippable horns.

And they had tried to use her as such. But she was not like that. She was more like her Mother. The Angellic one. Polanitia was a healer and protector; even if she had features more like her other Mother. She was the by-product of a Lost ArchAngel and a Fallen Demon. She was somewhat of a Succubus. A reluctant one. A kind one. Not some infernal whore as they saw her, but still, she was a lover all the same.

Did any mortal human care? No. They judged her. They tried to catch her. Keep her for their own dark carnal lusting desires. But she ran and hid. But they caught her finally. And they tried, oh they tried to... use her. But how could they forget she was part demon too? And so she unleashed dark fury upon her captors. They were in the wrong.

And so how did she end up here?

Easy answer. It's because although they wanted her, desired her, she was still regarded as but a stupid beast, incapable of thought, unworthy of rights, meant as merely a possession; a play thing in the world of men... And so she paid for her 'crimes.'

And so dressed up 'like the whore she was', back into the pit was the angelic demon cast...

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And so now here she was.

Upon silent dark leathery wings she had flown down, over the rubble and debris, seeking, deeper below and into the next level. Silver eyes that could see in the dark swept about. There were others here. Many that she could see. But trust...? No, perhaps not. And so she flew on unitl-- there! Neath the rubble! Right there she had found a poor poor soul. Just like herself...

"Hola, pretty, pretty thing..." she said softly, hot breath wafting into Assallya's pointed ear. Her voice was music ethereal and daggers infernal all the same, "I am here to help you, okay? I am friend. I am called Polanitia LaFontaine DeFuego. But to make easy, you may call me, 'Polly.'"

Silvery eyes gazed deeply and longingly into large baby blues as her dark tail continued to stroke the elf's legs, "I will bite me. My blood it heals, no? But you must eat it. But quickly. For it will become like acid and poison, but very soon too...! Okay? Okay."

A coy smirk pulled up at the corner of blood apple red lips, a sly wink shot out at the blonde beauty beneath her, then a thumb went to Polly's mouth. She nipped hard and let out a sharp inward gasp as she drew blood.
"Eat quickly, okay?" She held out her thumb, hovering above the courtesan's pink lips, droplet of blood ready to fall, we amigas, no? It's okay, okay? Eat..."

Another coy smirk. Another sly wink.

"Eat, pretty pretty..."

The droplets of Succubus blood would fall into the elf's parted lips in the very next heartbeat.

"Eat..."


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((sorry, deleted then re-postied again >,<!! so like i dint wanna god mode putting blood into assallya's mouth cuz eww. so anyone can interupt polly. totes^^ ))

 

[Huntress]

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The large, auburn furred creature carried on towards the sound of voices. a sudden trembling caught it's attention as it grunted and looked around. The shaking grew more vicious, the beast choosing to move forward and ignore the voices it. Running on all fours the large wolf-ish creature bolted through the corridors. No sense of direction just the urge to escape whatever was coming. Claws marked the stone floors as it slid around corners. the lanterns on the walls struggled to ignite and keep up with the pace of the wolf. The crumbling floor was catching up to the running beast. One foot almost slipping off. Looking down the creature snarled in annoyance and pushed harder, faster. It didn't take long for the crumbling floor to consume the auburn furred wolf. Landing with a loud thud and cracking the stone below it's feet the wolf's eyes shimmered in the dim light.

The room smelled wet, the scent of blood was in the air along with various other smells, living beings. Slowly it padded around, approaching the smallest group it could find. Its search for blood had led it nowhere and now the wolf was starting to grow irritated as it's hunger began to take precedence over any other thought or emotion.

Up ahead hazel eyes spotted two figures. They were very low to the ground, either very small beings or possibly sitting. Remaining in the darkness the wolf kept it's distance and tried to remain as silent as possible. The scent of fresh blood grew stronger as it approached. It glared at the two, lip curling, but no sounds coming from the large beast. It just wanted to lunge forward and devour the two, taste their warm flesh and blood.​

 

[Assallya]

She floated in an ocean of darkness, seemingly endless and eternal. She felt soothed and buoyed upon that drifting senselessness. It reminded her of that strange paradox of being underwater. One was never wet while underwater. It was only when one emerged and the water sluiced down that you felt it. So it was with pain as well it seemed for Assallya emerged from that place into a world of agony. Coming up upon the shores of consciousness she could now feel that ocean of agony like a chill wind through soaked clothing. It rolled over her like those very waves. Somehow she knew that her neck had been broken. She should have died then but the ring she wore did not let her. It was slowly knitting her back together- far too slowly but what had awakened her? She felt soft touches, warm breath, that sensation of closeness amidst the raw waves of pain. Bruises screamed in protest and small stones tumbled from her prostrate form as a soft voice spoke. She was beyond the capacity for reason, the gentle whispers disappearing beneath the tormenting tides. All she knew was that something was being dribbled into her mouth and that whatever it was, whatever that taste, each drop eroded the waves of pain, reducing them in strength. She couldn't help but lap at the drops feverishly.

 

[BaskinJR]

Verdé continued to prolong the integrity of the floor, but he was oh so very tired.
He watched the djinn dash away, and his body spasmed. The vines began to retract, unsheathing themselves from the clusters of rocks that were their scabbards. The ground quaked and he groaned in exertion. His strength was failing. He tripped, stumbled and the network of plants unraveled, resulting in his frail form hurtled into the abyss.

He woke with a moderately large rock on his chest. Perhaps more toward a pebble than a boulder on the rock scale. He strained to lift it, but he was not as young as he once was.
A large, bestial figure picked through the rubble. Curses in a dark tongue and malevolent cackles pervaded the air.
As the sounds grew more immediate, a pebble rolled and settled on his nose. It was infuriating, but he resisted shifting it in fear of alerting the beast. He tried desperately to make his prone body go flaccid, to discourage it, but nonetheless a large, coruscant eye peered at him over the stone.
The beast's face was god-awful, a mixture of hair and flesh, studded with a single large eye and crested with to sets of horns.
The figure was wiry in physique, but packed in muscle in the most important places. It was draped in a loincloth and there were hooves at its feet.
A cyclopean satyrfiend.
It scrutinised Verdé and giggled. "Dead." It chuckled. "Dead, dead, dead!" It clapped its hands in unadulterated joy. "Love it when flesh fermented!"
Verdé had evidently managed to successfully mask his consciousness, for better or ill.
The satyrfiend shifted the stone and extended a gnarled claw.
For ill, apparently.
Conveniently, there was a clatter of steel nearby and the beast juddered toward the cacophony. It licked its lips sadistically and grinned. "I will be right back, dinner." It bounded away with frightening speed, leaving Verdé prone, but free of his constraints, in the bowels of the dungeon.

 

[Boo Girlie BoomBoom]

Silver eyes sparkled when they saw the poor, poor thing taking in her healing blood.

A swelling in her heart, but not yet bursting; a welling of tears, but not yet falling. For all those that called her names: whore, prostitute, bitch, loser, leg-spreader, monster, devil, worthless, and everything in between... for all those that saw her as some kind of single-use toy...

They did not know her. No, they did not. Polly was a healer. A protector. A lover. No, they did not know her.

Maybe her actions betrayed her intents; she was alluring, flirty and yes, a sensual creature. But beyond that?

Sharp canine teeth bit a lower lip as Assallya drank more and more, reviving, returning to the world of living once again. A sigh she let out, and into her shoulder her chin went, caressing the soft heated skin, from chin to cheek, eyes closed, and golden brown eyebrows slanting away.

Very well then, perhaps she was turned on just a bit by the sight of other females drinking her blood, but very well, beyond being such a sensual creature, she was gold in the heart; she only wanted the best for all she knew. All that she protected.

But of course, she was not all gold. For Polly was part darkness as well; her Other Mother was a daemon afterall.

The blood that Assallya drank, yes, it was an anti-toxin, but it was also a very powerful potion.

Most succubi bodily fluids had an effect upon others. Blood, saliva, and... other feminine fluids had an effect upon mortals. Yes, most succubi had an alluring, hypnotic effect upon mortals, but it was their blodily fluids that sealed mortals fates as 'lover slaves.'

And Polly was no exception. Her blood was intoxicating and influenced others that drank it to become her friend--

Another coy smirk and sly wink she bestowed upon Assallya.

--or obsessively loyal to her.

Polly had no idea how this blonde beauty would react to her once fully revived, but whatever the case the throbbing desire to cure and save this lovely creature elf was her utmost desire right now.

Some larger random stones she grabbed near Assallya's visage and cast aside. A loud clanging sound rang out as the large stones hit an errant shield and bounce away. If no other noticed her, then for certain they noticed her now.

From the corner of her eye, she spied one that noticed her.

A large, and shaggy frame it had, and imposing was its predatory aura. Perhaps it did not salivate, but it did not need to drool for her to gauge its intent. It was a gigantic wolf, complete with giant teeth and an even bigger appetite afterall.

The blood-letting ended.

Polly slowly slinked into a standing position, chin lowered, golden locks obscuring her pouty visage. Both hands held low at her shapely hips, yet still tense, claws gripping invisible but intense spheres. It was her utmost desire to protect.

Both claws flicked upward and instantly her hands, horns and wings burned aglow with waves upon waves of golden flames. Polanitia looked like a demon, but her magic was of the heavenly kingdoms. Any that stared upon her now could very well be momentarily blinded with such an instantaneous insertion of light in the pitch of the catacombs.

"Hola, Senior Lobo Grande..." her voice tinkled now with the chimes of the angelic ethereal, "I am called Polanitia LaFontaine DeFuego. And I cannot let you eat her. She is wounded but she is protected. She is mi amiga, okay? Okay.

"Sexy too, no?" That coy smirk and sly wink shone upon the immense wolf.

"Pero, no, Senior Lobo Grande, no. You will not eat her..."

Silver eyes darkened as she steeled herself for the fight. Long neck stretched to the left, then stretched to the ri--

--a lanky, single eyed monstrosity roared in from the darkness and leapt at the giant wolf. It had its own dinner plans, and such foolish creatures would not so impetuously interrupt its first full meal in such a long, long, while.

"OOOOOooohh!!! Plot twist, folks!" screeched out the Narrator's voice, setting Polly to cringe in response, "The hunter-ess just became the hunted-eress! WHOO-HOOO!"

Those with keen hearing may have heard the crowd feverishly ''WHOO-HOO'' in response.

But regardless, the single eyed ogre still attacked, swiping away, claws and frothing mouth aimed towards the flank of Anna, hoping to flip the she-wolf upward and tear into the softer underbelly.

"Mine dinner! Away! Away, you furry devil-bitch!" screeched the lanky, yet muscular flailing monstrosity,"MIIIIIIINEEEEE!!!!"

 

[Huntress]

The beast snarled in irritation, things had taken a sudden turn. Something that the wolf had been unaware of. Had the creature been in it's human form she might've expected it. Then again, Anna wouldn't be as interested in the taste of flesh and blood. Within the large, dark cavernous room the wolf was able to stand up straight, doing so she looked at the creature that screamed, a pitch that almost made the wolves ears bleed. The other creature, the female, had shown signs of power, ready to fight the wolf but this one-eyed monstrosity had gone straight for the assault, therefore making it more of a threat. Currently. Turning it's back to the demonic looking female the wolf roared at the current assailant. The fiend showed no sign of intimidation, just a gaze of pure huger, stronger than that of the wolf's. Shaking it's head the beast was unimpressed by the screeching fiend.

Several of the cyclops' slashes drew blood as the auburn furred wolf attempted to dodge one attack only to be swatted by the next. The anger within the wolf began to swell as it's irritation grew. Lunging forward it pinned the other creature, dust flying into the air as the two landed with a loud thud. Rolling around for a few moments the wolf managed to finally pin the cyclops. Roaring in the creature's face the one-eyes fiend responded with a scream of it's own. Staring in confusion for a moment the wolf snarled, fangs glistening with saliva. Sleek claws came across the pinned monster's chest, a shrill squeal escaping it. A few more slashes were thrown in before the wolf went flying across the large room.

As the beast recovered it's ears twitched, a slow heartbeat thumping in it's ears. Looking over it's shoulder it noticed a man on the ground, elderly and potentially injured. Snorting at the old man the wolf returned it's attention the the cyclops that was charging at it.

"MY DINNER!!!" It screamed and tackled the wolf.

Stone cracked as the two collided with the wall, the large wolf whimpering. Hands clasped around it's throat. Out of instinct it's own clawed hands came up and gripped the forearms of the oddly shaped creature. The wolf's grip grew tighter with every second as the cyclops tightened it's grip as well.

The crunch of bone echoed through the room followed by the slightly smaller creature's high-pitched wail of pain. Finding the right moment the wolf beast shoved the other creature off it and in turn watched the cyclops fly across the room, almost hitting the demonic woman. It wasn't intended for the cyclops to be thrown so close to the other woman.

Leaping forward this time the wolf charged towards the other beast, a low growl rumbling in it's throat as it moved forward.

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[BaskinJR]

Verdé strained, groaning as he drew his staff closer to his mouth. It was adorned in herbs and salves, and he gnashed a flamboyantly coloured leaf. Nutrients traced trenches of fire along his tongue. It would grant him agency over his shattered limbs, with the drawback of intense pain.
He convulsed in agony and stood shakily. His rheumy eyes surveyed the room. A large arch lay on the far side. It had been compromised with boulders, but could be easily uncovered.
The satyrfiend stood, and stared perplexedly at Verdé. Seeing it in its full and in the lull of the moment, it was most certainly the figure Verdé had seen before.
Puzzlement contorted its single eye. "Dinner not dead? Dinner not dead!" Its face creased in aggravation, and it rushed Verdé, slender legs curling and releasing as it bounded, slightly hindered by its wounds from the conflict with the werewolf.
Verdé was in a less than stellar condition, certainly not able to fight. He raised his staff and chanted. A glaze pervaded the creature's eye, and it stumbled around in confusion. "Where dinner?"

 

[Crono]

A fiery arrow arched across the collaped arena, sticking itself right in the saturfeind's ear. It combusted into flame, setting the slavering beast's hairy head alight. "GAHHH!!! DINNER! DINNER IS GOING TO DIE!" Mali stood at the opposite side of the ruined room with a bit of blood coming from her lip, several cuts and bruises decorated her skin but she seemed unfazed. Her black bow was drawn, various bloodstains in the shape of tally marks represented every battle she had won with the thing. There were a lot of them. "Only dinner your getting is a fresh knuckle sandwich bitch."

With that Malcan exploded out of the pile of rubble nearest to the raging monster, flying through the air with that fresh knuckle sandwich the beast was promised. As the cyclops monster was served, a little song that a crazy old man had taught him was running though his small brain. 'I believe I can fly,' the half-orc's fist made contact and instantly drew blood. 'I believe I can touch the sky,' the monster's head turned in pain, broken jaw dislocating. 'I think about it every night and day,' its knees buckled, the projectile of a half-orc finishing his brain-rattling punch and swung his other hand, the one that held his great-axe. 'Spread my wings and fly away,' the goat ogre's flaming head hit the ground, followed by the rest of its body and Malcan. "Hi." He greeted the old man, the savage wolf, and th-

"OOOHHHH!!! WHERE YOU AT MOTHER FUCKER?!?! THINK YOU CAN GO AROUND EATING PEOPLE WHEN TEAM KICKASS IS AROUND?! THINK AGAIN." Mali had dashed over to yell at the smoldering beast's very dead head. She turned back to the load of people with a wildly happy look as she added another tally to her bow before putting it away which disappeared a soon as she saw the succubus. Hearing heavy panting she turned to find Malcan staring at the demon with a love struck look, luckily his hair covered his eyes which practically had hearts in them. Mali wordlessly pushed the bottom of her bow upwards so it would smack him in the chin, at which point he regained lucidity and quickly went to dislodge his axe from the monster's corpse.

As he did so Mali approached the succubus, a look of annoyance on her face. She pulled out her bow and instead of shooting at her, came up next to her and showed her the blood tallies. There were several ones of demon blood, "ok so look. I have killed a TON of demons, and it has become
so annoying that I can't stand it anymore. It's boring now, no offense, but please do me a favor and not be evil so I don't have to kill you. Deal? It's Mali by the way." She extended her hand to the demon, a small pleading smile on her face.