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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 1, 2011 14:28:33 GMT -5
Morrigan couldn't prepare for the onslaught that had come next after she spoke her words; with that hard shove, she landed face first on the floor like a dead body. His callous words drill into her head, bringing up thoughts she didn't want to remember; they made her angry, made her hateful, made her wish that she could turn around and slaughter everyone this boy has ever known. She couldn't help but imagine how all those before her must have felt, face first in the dirt before being executed like livestock. Disgusting, disgusting; she'll kill them all!
Though, for now, she lays as still as the dead, not even a noise escaped as she was shoved and as she landed on the ground. Her robe covers her like a safety blanket, hiding her entire body and face, covering her from the sun and the eyes of all who may be watching. Lost inside of her own mind, waiting for the right moment in time, endlessly does her mind spiral downward - deeper into the pits she is constantly trying to desperately crawl out of.
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dragonheart
da'hal
( hero complex )
level one.
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Post by dragonheart on May 1, 2011 16:05:02 GMT -5
To finish his insult, his right foot aimed to smash into her gut. Screw it if she was a youngster - she obviously hadn't been taught any respect at all! His eyes narrowed on her before giving a slight huff, turning with a sway of his hair as he would begin to walk in the opposite direction. "Your mother would be disappointed in you, brat." He wasn't very amused by her antics, and it wasn't as if people would be offended with him for disciplining such a rude excuse of a child. Ignorant prick. He would continue on till he arrived at her rock, sitting down on it as he exhaled a slight sigh - head towards the heavens as he pondered.
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 1, 2011 17:35:47 GMT -5
All of the air that is inside of her escapes through her open mouth along with a low grunt, her upper body lurching forward from the blow. Morrigan wanted to scream; she wanted to cry out in pain and rage, stand up and brutally remove this disgusting creature's scalp. Everything inside of her, all the gears that move her, turned towards complete destruction. It'll make her, it'll help her, it'll complete her. She wants it so bad, she needs it; yet, all she could do is find herself fighting all of it.
Beaten down to the ground and then some like all of those before her she's never known, Morrigan couldn't help but limply bring a hand over her mouth to mute anything else that would come out of her throat. Twitching in agony, shaking like a leaf, she lays there sprawled on the floor like a dying animal. Questioning why she decided to come out in the day time, why she decided to move at all and why she is even still alive, all she could find herself doing is beating herself up; that's more help than the other really needed.
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DAE
da'hal
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Post by DAE on May 1, 2011 19:08:06 GMT -5
While he couldn't explain it, Dae found himself drawn to the area. It was as if an inner lust for battle had called him to the presence of another belonging to his violent breed. Though he tried not to yield to such urges, though he tried to escape the warmonger within him, he would have to indulge it some times. Though he wouldn't necessarily go out killing civilians. No, he got his thrills from fighting as a vigilante, masking his hunger to decimate with the facade of a wandering knight saving damsels in distress.
It would be just his luck to find one. Drawing his sword, he would step quickly into action, moving in front of the girl's body while keeping his focus on one he could easily identify as his own. Breathing in deeply to keep himself under control, he would bring the sword down into a defensive position that also doubled as a stance for him to lunge into attack with. There was not much to be said, but he would have to humor his foe with some form of conversation. Some small dialect to break the ice and give way to battle.
"What're you doing!?"
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dragonheart
da'hal
( hero complex )
level one.
Posts: 8
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Post by dragonheart on May 1, 2011 19:27:11 GMT -5
Except there was this huge thing of, you know, the other Da'hal not being there any more. Thus Dae would arrive to defend the young girl, but as stated - he had already left the girl to suffer in her misery. Canute did notice the other arrive however, watching the duo from a distance as he sat on the rock, leather boots prepped up atop the sides of the rough surface as his forearms rested on the tops of his knees, hands hanging somewhat limp at the center. "She'll be fine. Ungrateful little wench she is."
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Post by MORRIGAN FAUST on May 1, 2011 19:47:12 GMT -5
Too caught up in all the pain she's feeling, too caught up in all of the thoughts running through her mind, Morrigan couldn't really register the features of her hero that stood in front of her so valiantly! It's such a shame that he's late, and that the damage is done; she hopes though, of course, that he'll run down and beat the shit out of that other ingrate! ...Not, of course, that she needs any favours from anyone or anything like that! This creature is no better than the last, but at least this one knows his place!
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da'hal
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Post by DAE on May 2, 2011 11:54:23 GMT -5
Dae would raise an eyebrow, wondering if time lapsed around him or something for him to have such a moment of stupidity. Either way, he knew the offensive presence had yet to leave, so business had yet to be done so to speak. Pointing his broadsword toward the assailant, he would address him. "Ungrateful wench? You mean there's an actual reason for you beating her?" he would interrogate, though he was sure whatever reason he received wouldn't be accepted as justification. As vindictive as Dae was when it came to mistreatment of weaker individuals, he would more than likely take action. Eventually.
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