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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Feb 13, 2019 12:28:57 GMT -5
"Oh, I have no doubt about it..." Vutezoth snarled coldly and coyly. A playful sneer crossed his face as he took note of the smaller green angel cowering behind Liderc. "The physical qualities, the voice, the obnoxious piousness... I saw only Ulharryrth the moment I laid eyes on him."
Mic perked up a little bit. Though he was still clearly intimidated by the gargantuan black wyrm, the apparent story behind this creature and his ties to Paul were already proving to be fascinating.
"But I'm not here to confirm any suspicions. I'm here because pivotal information has been withheld from me." The dragon's eyes narrowed, his smirk replaced with a dangerous scowl. "His company was nary worth any effort, yes. But the girl... The girl who reeked of demon blood polluting human veins..."
Vutezoth tapped a claw on the ground, displeased, impatient. "I feel... cheated, good sir. Without this vile creature's interference, even with the constant distractions, I could have dealt with Ulharryrth swiftly. Had I known of her power and presence, I trust that I still would have made quick work of my prey. And yet here I am, forced to withdraw like a damn coward so that I may lick my wounds while my old foe is given time to conspire against me. This day, I've been rendered a fool charging blindly into a war that I was led to believe would be a mere scuffle. I do not like to be made a fool of."
"...How do you know Paul?"
Vutezoth tilted his head, staring inquisitively at Mic. The little angel was looking up at him with an obvious amount of unease, but also an air of intrigue. The show of curiosity earned at least a small laugh from the frustrated dragon, topped off with him stroking Mic's wing with his claw. "So keen to involve yourself in others' business, are you?"
Mic responded only with a timid whimper, tensing up as he felt his rising pulse surge through his wings.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Feb 13, 2019 14:05:31 GMT -5
"I swear, I thought that girl was dead. That she had been vaporized that morning."
Liderc grabbed Mic's wrist, slowly backing away from Vutezoth. "Leave Mic out of this. What you doe with Paul... Ulharryrth... doesn't concern him. Mic shut up or I will tear out your blood thumper." His fingers caressed a page in the blood. He heard the incantation enter his mind, how to say it...
With this particular curse ready to fire at will if need be, Liderc frowned. "I'm surprised that you of all beings were unable to deal with a pathetic little orphan." Neutral face. "But if you want to redeem your wounded pride, I hear that soon, she will be little more than a below-average, ill-tempered human. Wait until sunrise, and you will find her to be what she truly is- a worthless wench, completely dependent on that parasite to give her any abilities."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Feb 13, 2019 15:04:42 GMT -5
"Important life lesson, little prince: Never assume that your enemies are dead." Vutezoth snarled lowly as he frowned off to the side. "I will freely admit that is a lesson I learned the hard way, but it is not a mistake I will make again, and you would do well to follow suit."
A light, muffled squeak from Mic turned the dragon's attention back to the angels. He bared his fangs and growled at Liderc, webs of acidic saliva stretching and dripping from his open jaw. "If I were you, I would think twice about questioning the might of an already very rancorous monster. Had I known of this unholy fiend, I would have been more than prepared to combat this opposition. As it stands, how does one prepare for that which they do not know exists?"
Vutezoth was face-to-face with Liderc at that point, the air around them stiffing with the scent of rotten and burnt flesh. After catching a glimpse of Mic's wide-eyed panic, though, he took a step back, giving the two angels some breathing room if only for the sake of courtesy. "And yet you continue your efforts to prove your worth. Hmm..."
The dragon began pacing in a circle, his head held low as he stared at the ground in stone cold contemplation. He was noticeably much less sadistically playful this time around, his glowing yellow eyes showing less malicious pleasure and more of a genuinely murderous intent.
As he mulled over his next logical step, Mic watched him with growing concern, the angel's gaze occasionally flicking up to Liderc. Sure, he had seen firsthand that Kelsey and Paul could handle Vutezoth, but given how shaken to the core he was by this dragon, he found himself questioning if they really deserved a death by this brute. Moreover, hearing Liderc mention that Kelsey would revert to a normal human come next sunrise brought to light a few questions. Mic remembered hearing Kelsey mention this during the conversation he had eavesdropped on. What he didn't remember was ever passing this information onto Liderc. He couldn't deny the possibility that he did and forgot about it, but his memory was generally better than that...
"Alright..." Vutezoth eventually hissed, offering Liderc a frustrated frown. "I'll certainly have regained the strength for another fight by morning. When the time comes, we'll see how reliable your information on this vessel of demonic corruption is. Maybe you're right. Maybe this time, I'll have Ulharryrth's head removed from his shoulders before he even raises a finger. But know this, little prince... If his witch defies me again, I will reconsider how useful you are to me."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Feb 13, 2019 15:47:04 GMT -5
"Duly noted... I assure you, this source won't lie..."
Liderc kept his curse ready to fire, although he figured that he was safe for now. Besides, once this ritual was complete, this brute wouldn't be able to do a thing against him. ... If he wanted the dragon man so badly, he could have it. There was always another dragon around somewhere, right?! "Happy hunting. I have instructed my men to stay out of your way. I suppose so long as we have mutual enemies..."
But once this ends, I'll see if I can't exterminate you myself.
The taller angel gave a weak bow. "Look for the gaudy-looking establishment downtown. That seems to be their stronghold."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Feb 13, 2019 15:58:33 GMT -5
"We'll see," Vutezoth huffed, glancing back at Mic for a moment. There was an odd expression on the smaller angel's face. One that was still intimidated, but also narrow with defensiveness, and perhaps not necessarily for his own sake. "So long as I am guaranteed that I will have someone's blood by tomorrow night. And rest assured... I'm not picky."
The dragon spread his wings to full length, swatting away several trees in the process. Then he leaped into the air, beating his wings until he had enough leverage to gracefully fly away, notably heading southward.
Mic waited for a few seconds, standing rigid between Liderc's wings. Once he was certain Vutezoth was gone, he peeked out from his hiding place and awkwardly piped up, "So... either he has his way with Paul and you lose your sacrifice... or you get Paul first and he comes after us instead. I... really don't like this guy..."
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Feb 13, 2019 16:09:41 GMT -5
"Like I said. I don't like this alliance either." Liderc flicked the book shut, allowing the magic to die in his hands. "Then again, I could always kidnap another draconic man and use him instead, not like there's any shortage of dragons around here..."
Murmuring the incantation again, Liderc placed a palm on Mic's chest, causing a new wave of colour to wash over the little angel. "He's seen you, so this is a precaution. Hmm... you may want to mimic a hawk. Something with a more square jaw at least." Reaching into a gauntlet, he tossed a sack at Mic. "Feel free to buy some head feather recolouring fluid or some new clothes if you want. I need to build an altar now..."
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Post by ParamountKeymaster on Feb 13, 2019 17:51:01 GMT -5
"DAAAAAH, AGAIN WITH THAT...!" Mic yelped uncomfortably, stumbling back once Liderc had released him. He was already on the fence about this change in color palette; he couldn't say he was happy to go through it again. A quick glance revealed sea green skin, emerald wings, blue-green hair... He honestly didn't want to know what his face looked like. Him as a hawk? He wasn't sure how to take that.
Actually, looking himself over more thoroughly, he almost kind of looked like a smaller version of...
His train of thought was cut off as he fumbled to catch the satchel of coins. After thinking over this last set of instructions, staring blankly at the purse all the while, Mic shrugged and offered a halfhearted "Yessir," in response. Then he turned and started walking away, off to get this mission done and over with.
He tried to buck up. He tried to accept this task with the same level of enthusiasm that he tackled every other challenge with. But Mic just couldn't shake the thought that something about this was wrong. He couldn't even discern what exactly had him so unsettled. Was it the dragon and the uneasy alliance that could easily go awry? Was it Liderc's ever-increasing bent towards drastic measures? Was it the fact that no matter what he did, he was condemning a genuinely amicable person to die? Or was it just the mere nature of this assignment that forced him to utilize none of his actual talents and instead forced him to do things he knew for a fact he was no good at?
Whatever it was... it didn't feel like Mic.
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Post by DanteMGalileo on Feb 13, 2019 18:07:44 GMT -5
"Hmm, he does look a bit like his brother now..." Liderc brought a hand to his face. Gah, why was it warm?! Go away, go away! "Do try to show some enthusiasm, Mic! Paradiso depends on your success!"
Once he was certain the little angel was out of hearing range, Liderc flipped the book open. Oh, these ones would be useful! “Vsihesm." The leaf vanished from sight, although he could still feel it. Picking up a rock, he tossed it into the air. “Fi'ass i'assui'asil!” Instantly, the rock hit its maximum speed. Picking the rock back up, he pointed a finger, now sparking black and red.
“Sheddas raica rrerr!”
At once, the rock shattered into pieces in his palm.
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