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    Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

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    Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Aemon Trahaearn on 26th May 2017, 5:03 am





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    It was still early in the morning inside the vast guild hall of Ifinity Hydra and inside on of the many dormitories littered throughout the halls of the guild one dorm in particular housed the owner of the red dragon Aemon Trahaearn and while most people were still comfy inside their beds Aemon was not, in fact he was wide awake and prepared to start the day off with a job. Aemon’s butt was planted on the edge of his bed in a standard seated position with his feet planted on the ground but he was in a bit of a slouched posture with his hands folded in front of his face with his chin resting on his knuckles with his elbows propped on his thighs and his eyes focused on the floor. His thoughts at that moment were all over the place,One major adjustment he had to deal with was dealing with being in a legal guild, an alignment that made him unfortunately unable kill at his own descrescion but at the standards of the guild. Aemon himself wasn’t one to take a life as if not of true consequence, he understood that life is precious and that to strip anyone of their right to live was not a choice that should ever be made lightly but on the other hand he knew that killing with purpose and a sense of justice was sometimes necessary if the need was presented. This meant that while out on a job he had to make sure that his actions wouldn’t go against the ideals set forth by the guild while at the same time he was not going to ignore his own ideals either. After inhaling he exhaled but in the form of of a sigh "I guess the time for moral dilemmas has past, It’s time that I make myself busy in one way or the other." he said to himself as he pressed into the ground in order to stand up straight with his shoulders postured back he exited his domicile with the room where the job board was located. The question remained as he traversed through his guild, what sort of job would he be selecting to take, would he be reduced to the menial tasks that seemed to flood the board from time to time or would he be in luck this time around to find a job where he can actually apply his skill much like how he did when he took down the serial killer Jacob Goodnight. The time to reach the board was relatively short and the time to pick out the job he was going to take was even smaller. "Strange Vulcans... " he said with a slight pause as he started to read the description of the job " Signs of vulcans have appeared in the Spooky Forest! These vulcans are seem to be stealing food from the nearby villages. Stop them before they hurt someone! If you take the job you must bring another mage with you…another mage? I should be more than enough for a handful of thieving monkeys.” he said in confidence.

    Unfortunately for Aemon he didn’t take notice of the location of where the job would be taking place and how long the journey would be, His plan was to complete a job by the days end but if he was going to reach the spooky forest in time for that time table to stand in place he would have to rely on his magic. He truly disliked relying on the powers of the red dragon that swelled within but this it was situations like this that made him appreciate that he had the ability to call forth a pair of wings for such occasions, so the travel time was cut in half. He landed just outside the village where the client would be awaiting his arrival to officially begin the job and so he entered the town but took a slight detour to examine the area surrounding the various homes and just as he expected he managed to discover indented prints in the ground "I've never had to deal with a Vulcan up close but judging by the size of the prints on the ground, I'd say some over grown monkeys have been here. This could be quite more serious that I had originally thought, but nothing I can't handle." he said making his way directly to the client's house.

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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Kitalpha Aurence on 1st June 2017, 2:05 pm

    The sun stood high atop the mountains that loomed in the far distance, its rays having just crept past the safety that the mountain chain brought, and covered the entirety of the landscape around her in its golden glow. Few clouds dotted the sky during this late morning, and the grass still carried the dew of dawn upon it, reflecting the light even more. It brought about a beautiful scenery for the static blonde that slowly made her way through the fields. The dark forest behind her had left her with little chance to rest up or sleep, and she’d refused becoming a target for nature’s shenanigans by taking the risk of letting down her guard and taking a nap. Years of wandering had taught her a hard but valuable lesson about that, and she cared little about having said knowledge become voided by making the mistake. Kitalpha grunted and turned her head, having her long blonde hair swing around almost simultaneously before it draped itself over the long black trenchcoat like golden silk. A hand provided shade for her deep-blue eyes as she rose it towards her forehead, having them scan the horizon with an utmost keen expression. The young woman sighed rather relieved; despite having been horribly lost, seeing this scenery surely made up for it. Plains of wavy grass as far as the eye could see, with the mountain chain in the far distance acting as a silver lining between the emerald sea of grass and the sapphire sky. Yet, however much she liked the scenery and nature, she despised the fact she’d gotten lost again. It was just supposed to be an easy job; escort a man to Beanstalk Village and then return back to Clover to report. The man knew his way so Kitalpha had not bothered being the guide, only the guardian, yet when she was supposed to return to Clover on her own, she’d somehow wandered off the road and ended up in a large forest. Dead trees, darkened and odd, or covered in vines and vegetation you’d normally not find in forests; they were all present in said forest. Sun barely broke through the leafy roof, making the usual bushes and thicket become lacking, while the wind and shadows played tricks on the minds of the weary. Kitalpha, not really one to be scared or tricked by such menial things, just cared to get out fo the forest somehow, someday. She’d rush about it but knew how many times that had helped her before, said times could be counted on one hand, and thus decided to take her dear time. She was already lost enough like that, and her luck as a pathfinder was far below zero… after all, on her way from Clover Town to Beanstalk Village, she hadn't even passed a forest.

    After another while of walking, Kitalpha had reached the forest somewhat more, to a point where there was only a short distance of about a mile between the forest and a field filled with crops… or rather, what remained of it. The corn that was supposed to grow there was either eaten, squished or torn to shreds by beasts… their scent lingered there, and the blonde with cursed wolf blood sniffed in disdain for the foul smell the footprints scattered all over the fields gave off. She proceeded through the field, the broken crops crunching softly underneath her laced leather boots. Her red combat dress and hair alike fluttered menacingly as she halted midway the crops, where the beast’s scent seemed the strongest, but the crops were left unharmed. Unconsciously she bore her fangs, who grew sharp and fiercesome once her lips curled up into a snarl; shortly a wolf-like spectre appeared behind her, largely towering above her, but only visible up till its waist. It snarled similarly as his vessel did, but died down right away as the rustling of nearby crops cracked her focus and made the blonde look up. Wolf-like eyes flickered slightly before returning to their ice-blue color as she felt the scent taking off post-haste… she felt the same foul scent came from whatever was running, similar to those the traces of destruction left. She growled softly as her fangs retracted, shaking her head shortly before making a scowling face.
    ”You should stop doing that when I’m trying to concentrate, knowing how much I hate it.” The wolf-like spectral figure appeared behind her again, its growl almost sounding like a chuckle that accompanied the grin on its fanged face. ”Heh, I forgot you don't give a damn about that, as always. Whatever, just don't pull that off when we’re somewhere more civilised, or I swear by Fenrir I’ll tear your throat out once I get the chance.” Kitalpha said with the calmest face she could muster, her voice sounding almost uncaring as she spoke. The spectral wolf giggled eerily before dissipating again, finding it most entertaining to agitate his host like that. It were all empty words she said… and it knew that. They’d been together for too long to actually bother with one another’s shenanigans, even if these shenanigans were only one-sided.

    Not much later Kitalpha picked up the scent of food, which steadily lead her unto the road to a nearby village. This village looked all but what Clover Town looked like, the blonde woman was already pleased enough with the fact she’d found this humble village instead. Better than to roam about with nothing but nature’s gifts to feed her… although she’d had no issues with that. Over the years she’d grown to become quite the cook, being able to prepare splendidly tasting meals with almost anything, even the fewest of ingredients. She didn’t count herself as an actual chef, but had been given compliments that her skills nearly rivaled those of chefs. Kitalpha carefully treaded down the road and halted near a stall with freshly-made venison. As she gazed upon the meat the wind once again swept up her long blonde hair, giving her a rather dramatic air as she stood and watched. The guy behind the stall looked at her rather concerned, and Kitalpha looked back while her hands tried to tame her hair. ”Forgive me, the wind doesn't seem to be on my side today.” she gave the man an apologetic smile, which immediately lessened his nerves. As she watched his baking skills they started talking, all about trivial matters until the subject of vulcans got mentioned. Kitalpha frowned and made some gestures towards the way she came from. ”You mean the foul-smelling beasts that ruined the crops right outside town?” The man nodded, but to her surprise pointed in the opposite direction she pointed at. ”Exactly, although the only crops we have are over there… either way, these Vulcans have been harrasing Hunting Village and the neighbouring villages quite a while. Damn monkeys have become rather brave lately… I wonder how much longer it’ll take before they grow enough guts to enter the village.”

    Kitalpha sighed. ”That’d be rather troublesome indeed. Why don't you do anything about these… vulcans? Truthfully, she already knew where this was heading towards, but hoped she wouldn't be pulled into this mess. There were other things she had to do. More pressing matters for her dear brother, for example… ”The village head put out some requests and send them to all available guilds and inns in the hope people would come. But we haven't had much reply just yet, aside from a few wannabe hunters… they say there’s a beastly Vulcan among them, one far bigger than a regular adult vulcan. God knows what’ll happen if one of the kids comes across one breaching the village. Surprised, Kitalpha looked the main straight in the eyes. ”Children? I wouldn't expect a hunting village to house children...“ she said, more alerted now. If the safety of children were involved… well, that changed everything. The man nodded silently. ”Sadly enough. Some hunters settled here permanently with their families, some of the kids here have lost their way or their parents in Spooky Forest and have been staying here ever since. We’d send them off to their families in nearby cities, or a proper orphanage in Clover or Magnolia, but alas, with these vulcans roaming about… we can't.” Kitalpha nodded understandingly and remained silent for a few moments, then made up her mind. ”Alright good sir, since children are involved and their safety is currently questionable, I’ll help you to get rid of these pesky vulcans. The stars may be my witness that I shall succeed.” Determination sparked from her blue eyes as she spoke, crossing her arms before her chest as a light engulfed her entire body, and requiped herself with the golden armor of the King of Heroes. Her pupils turned crimson upon donning the armor, while crimson lines drew patterns over her bare skin. A brave grin crossed her lips. ”I, Kitalpha Aurence, swear solemnly that I throw down these pesky beasts’s rebellion.” For a short amount of time her magic flared up, causing the tension she created to send a chill down his spine.

    The man’s eyes gleamed happily at the unconscious display if her power, and called out for someone somewhat further down the road. A kid with messy brown hair came running and stopped next to the man. ”Jason, can you bring this lady towards the meeting point for hunters?” The kid nodded, made its way to her side and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her along through the crowds. Not suspecting the kid’s liveliness pulling her off balance for a moment. Quickly finding her footing again she nodded at the kid to lead the way and ran behind it as if she was playing tag with it. Unaware of most people, she accidently bashed into a tall man clad in red with white hair. The kid hadn't seen anything happen and kept on running on, giving Kitalpha little choice regarding a proper apology. If she did take her time apologising she’d lose sight of the tyke, which she couldn’t afford right now. So Kitalpha glanced at the man for a mere second, unconsciously tapped the man’s arm briefly and uttered a quick ”I’m sorry!” as she continued pursuing the child throughout the streets. Several minutes later she arrived at a hunting shack. A man casually sat on the porch, munching on a chunk of licorice as he stared off into the distance, down a path that lead into Spooky Forest at the horizon. He glanced only briefly at the armored blonde and the kid beside her. ”You here for the request?” he said without changing his expression. Kitalpha nodded. ”What else would I be here for, old man? I’m certainly not here to sell flowers.” Her face cracked into a grin. ”So tell me about the details of this job, ‘cause I’m raring to go.”



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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

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    As Aemon approached the house with a with a steady stride and an upright posture with his shoulders back and his chest slightly out. Compared to the residents of the village he was well above the height average by at least four to five inches. This was his first time in the hunters village and it was pretty big and seemed to be a busy place. He was able to see that littered throughout the village the village were booths built for the purpose of trade. Some shops were selling weapons specifically designed for hunting such as bows, arrows, hunting style knives and other weapons of that fashion. He he walked past this booth and gave it a quick look over not particularly interested in using any of the weapons or adding any to his weapons factory but he did enjoy the idea of collecting them for the purpose of displaying them. With the weapons booth out of the way he continued his march towards the clients home and passed a booth selling fur and skins. His emerald orbs locked onto a sleeping bed made out of a wolf skin and as he walked by his eyes kept their gaze on it, I'll have to take a closer look when I'm done. That could come in handy later." he said to himself thinking about the possibility of having to camp out while on a job or on his way to or from a job. Now shifting his gaze in front of him he had no distractions to catch his gaze, however the smell of meat cooking was more than enough to persuade him to inhale through his nose to get a good whiff of the scent of meat being cooked with several different seasonings. "That smells marvelous." he took in the scent once again and let smile come across his lips. "Now that smells delicious. Once this job is done and over with perhaps I'll pay that shop a little visit to see what sort of food they are cooking up." Aemon knew though that he would have to ignore such distractions for the time being, he would let his mental wall erect and steel his hunger for the time being, he was almost at the client’s house and the faster he dealt with the formalities and was officially hired for the job the faster he could go monkey hunting and rid this village of their problems regarding the filthy monkeys. This would also let him learn about these vulcan and add to the on growing bestiary of Fiore he has been mentally accumulating during his time in Fiore. Step by step he grew closer to the house the smell of the meat slowly faded but the spices that the meat was cooked in remained in his nose even though he was well out of range of the stand that was cooking the food.

    Aemon soon found himself standing outside of the largest tent in the village which was owned by the head huntsman, "Excuse my name is Aemon Trahaearn. I am here about the job regarding your Vulcan problem." he said into the tent and then waited for a few seconds but didn’t anyone respond or even move around inside. His right eyebrow rose as he pushed the curtain aside to peer inside, "hello… is anyone here?" but as he emerald orbs scanned the room in its entirety to find that the head hunter wasn’t home. "Well damn. Wonder where he could have gone." he said to himself unknowing that he wasn’t alone at the entrance to the tent. “He isn’t home at the moment.” The man turned his head to gaze at a young woman with a basket of bread, fruits and vegetables on her head looked back at the white haired man. "Unfortunately I have managed to discover that bit on my own. " he would say as he kept his face neutral and gave a shrug with his eyes closed during the motion. His eyelids would lift and his green eyes would lock onto the woman, "But I get the feeling you know where he is currently located." He would giggle and nod, “Of course I do. I’d be a horrible wife if I didn’t.” Ah, his wife, this was quite a convenience for sure, "Ah perfect. Could you point me to him? I have an important matter to speak to him about." she would remove one hand from the basket and place it on her hip, “I figured that was the case when you were looking in my tent. What sort of business do you have for my husband?” he would smile in response at first, "oh well. You see..." he said trailing off as he reached into the waistband of his belt and pulled out the flyer for the job sent out to the guilds by the village. "I am here to take care of your problematic monkeys." a sigh of relief would escape her mouth followed by a deep breath, “I’m glad to see he isn’t causing trouble with tradesman again. He is at the hunters shack at the other end of the village. It overlooks the path to the Spooky forest. You can cut through the market going that way.” she would point in the direction he would need to go. “Good luck with your hunt handsome stranger.” Aemon’s smirk was beaming as he nodded "good day miss." he would say as cordial as he could before turning on his heel to go where the wife said to go. While he was walking he felt a small jolt that made him lurch forward enough for anyone else to be knocked over but luckily for him he was rather sure footed so he was able to get his feet back under him and regained his posture as he looked at the cause of his near fall. It was a girl with blonde colored hair that had bumped into him, a rather pretty girl at that but interaction was rather brief. She apologized for bumping into him and then took off after a boy before he was able to actually accept her apology. He looked at the girl and then back at the boy, who Aemon remembered ran past him just shortly before he was ran into. His eyes narrowed and focused on the girl and noticed something off so he decided to listen to his gut and followed the two keeping far enough back to not be noticed but was close enough to not lose sight of either one of them and it would seem luck was on his side, her shimmering gold armor made her standout among the rest of the population who worse hide based clothes. Aemon would walk up casually as goldie was speaking to the man on the porch of a run down building chewing on a piece of candy about the job. He over heard as he asked her if she was there for the job which she replied in a rather enthusiastic tone. He would stand next to her and crossed his arms, "I’m pretty sure that wise crack about not selling flowers was needed." he would say with one eye closed and the other looking at the girl, "A girl wearing armor like that isn’t here for hunting and the head hunter would know it." the hunter would break off another piece of candy and chew on it, “I guess it’s safe to say you are also here for the job?” Aemon would open his other eye and look at the man keeping his face as plain as he could "That would be a correct guess. So please don’t let me stop you. I too would like to hear the details about this job." The hunter would nod. “I am sure it’s explanatory. Vulcans have been entering the village’s territory and raised hell destroying crops, property and the threat to the smaller children if they happened to cross paths with one of these monkeys. We need them gone before something unrepairable happens.” Aemon’s head nodded back and forth, "I see, that is most troublesome has there been any attempts to subdue them by your own men or yourself?" the hunter nodded. “We have but unlike any other time we dealt with these things they had been easy to deal with. Now they are more organized. There is something that is giving them order and that has prevented us from doing any real good.” "That will be enough." he would look at the girl. "You can leave it to the both us then.” he would say before turning away without saying another word in front of the hunter. He was heading down the path that lead from the shack and into the forest and once far enough he would speak, "So girl, Got a name?"
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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Kitalpha Aurence on 21st June 2017, 2:46 pm

    The voice resonating behind her was filled with authority, too deep of tone to be a woman’s, while the words he spoke were indeed truthful. There was indeed no need for the sarcastic remark, yet for some reason she couldn't resist to the urge when it passed her by. Had this happened seven years prior she wouldn't even have bothered apologizing and instead would’ve made another smart-ass remark towards the man, yet now she’d mended her ways. Learnt to be humble and when needed, step back and show humility. So she nodded in agreement, an innocent smile across her lips as she gently bowed her head, hand hovering only inches away from the left side of her chest, where her heart should’ve been. ”Perhaps… then again, I doubt there’d be any other reason for outsiders to visit this village aside from quests nowadays. But that is my humble opinion, so don’t mind me if I do. Yet I’ll retract my statement for the time being.” Kitalpha said, slightly turning her head towards the voice once she’d made the small bow at the man as a gesture of apology. The owner of the voice however was one she didn't expect; tall and muscular physique, ashen-white hair slicked back, although it was a tad bit too long to remain so, having spiked up a bit here and there, and grey eyes. Dressed in a black body armor, with white trimmings accentuating the muscles that hid underneath, fitted tightly around his torso, black trousers of a looser variant and cloths of red that functioned as a half-length jacket similar to a holy shroud’s, and a skirt that only covered the sides and back from his waist down. She didn't have the time before to take in his entire appearance, but his core features being the red clothing and white hair, she figured he was indeed the one she ran into. She’d stepped back almost instantly, face showing a shocked expression for only a short while before trying to find her composure again. ”You-!” The blonde mage said in surprise, holding her clenched fist against her stretched palm and bowing once again, more sincere than her previous apology. ”Excuse me for earlier, I was in a hurry and couldn't afford to lose sight of the child.” Her armor clattered softly as she bowed deep, her head hidden between her arms as she did. ”I hope you can forgive me for that incident.” She said before raising her head again and looking back up at the man, only to realise he hadn't paid much attention to it and had already averted his gaze towards the older hunter.

    A sigh of relief escaped her lips, yet made sure to keep it under her breath, as she rose again and too focused on the hunter’s further explanation. These vulcans were normally a disorganised bunch that could easily be scared away, but they got bolder and more organised, making it near impossible to scatter or even get rid of them. The man explained they resided further into the forest, which was easily accessible if they followed the path that lead out of the village and towards the green edge of trees. When the hunter had finished his display, the in red-clad warrior took the word, noting he needn’t more information than what was given, and looked at her briefly as he spoke that they’d take care of it. Kitalpha, although having the same goal indeed, wasn't entirely happy with the fact the man had taken charge and assumed they’d be working together right away. Not that that wasn't what was about to happen; she was waiting for a second person to come along before being allowed to head into the forest, but her pride was hurt by it. A little bit of hurt though, as she could feel this man already had more authority and strength than her at this point… so she swallowed her pride and followed along, soon enough forgetting about the matter as they entered the forest. She inhaled the fresh air that had the scattered scent of wet grass and thicket, flowers blooming in full everywhere around them and dividing their aromatic scent across the forest. It was odd though, as she was able to smell them more easily through her family's curse, yet could not percieve where these flowers were, all shrouded by the shadows that lingered from the trees. A foul smell crept up between the more gentle scents, only briefly but incredibly strong nonetheless. Her fangs grew unconsciously as she growled silently, her eyes feral for a few moments, until a breeze picked up and guided said foul smell away from her nose, allowing her to calm down some more. The man’s voice called her back to focus on his presence rather than that of whatever gave off the foul scent, and she turned to look at him as he asked her whether she had a name. This time she swallowed any smart ass words, and replied properly. ”Kitalpha Aurence,” she said, for some reason being reminded of what her mother had told her about being polite to strangers that might turn out to be her superior, and quickly added the following. ”Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Her crimson eyes, with shreds of blue, stared back at the white-haired man and gazed at his grey eyes curiously. She took in his scent, his view and his presence in a way a younger animal would, and gently tilted her head to the side, her long blonde hair waving gently in the breeze. ”May I inquire as to what your name is, stranger?” Kita asked with pure curiosity, giving him the time to reply and start a conversation if he wanted. Yet almost immediately afterwards her mind wandered off, the forest calling out to her and cluttering her mind with words and scents of beings both know and unknown to her. Her head cocked to the side at the rustling of nearby thicket, a convulcing smell filling her enhanced nostrils. Kitalpha huffed and squinted her eyes at the shadows somewhat further ahead and spoke words of warning. "I think we have company... and not the good type of company."

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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Aemon Trahaearn on 30th August 2017, 6:01 pm





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    Aemon couldn’t help but smirk slightly upon hearing getting a reaction from the blonde haired girl clad in her golden armor. It was clear that she wasn’t expecting to have someone come up from behind like he had and immediately respond to her own comment in such a manner. Now that he had this fuze lit he couldn’t help but keep fanning the flame here, "You may have a point there. However this is still a village where it’s main source of income is trade whether it be game or anything that would be a result from a hunt but you are fully entitled to your humble opinion. But of course the coincidence of two unrelated individuals accepting the job as well as literally bumping into one another not once but twice is a very interesting development." he noticed her bow at first which was quickly followed by her facial expression changing drastically the instant she was able to give him a proper look over and while he kept his expression the same he was amused by it. It had finally clicked that only moments ago she had bumped into him while chasing a child which he concluded was to find the older hunter. She emphasized her apology with a bow full of sincerity this time but despite initial retort her apology seemed legitimate and he merely nodded before speaking with the veteran hunter requesting the information about the job he and apparently goldie were here for. It wasn’t that he was ignoring her or declining her apology but he merely felt that it wasn’t needed for her to do so for she had given her apology when it had happened however how it was actually interpreted was a different matter entirely and didn’t consider it an issue and with luck that wouldn’t prove to be a problem with his new acquaintance now but considering how much “luck” Aemon tended to have he wasn’t exactly relying on it, that was what his skill was for however limited his magical abilities were at that point. The other factor was now he had more information about the job he was embarking on with the blonde haired woman he had ensured the man that they would take care of the monkeys but truth be told he spoke for the girl which unknown to him was not exactly a well like decision for her. However despite this unknown fact the girl followed behind him and entered the lush forest where his enhanced senses ran wild almost instantly. The variety of flora visited his nose but before he could thoroughly enjoy the aroma a more sinister smelling scent passed his nose causing his nose to crinkle but even so he kept his expression the same as per usual so would not give away he was uncomfortable. That has to be the foulest thing I have smelled in quite some time. He would let his gray eyes swept from side to side attempting to located the source of the odor, Smells like a wet dog that rolled around in a rotten watermelon patch. His eyes narrowed slightly but before he was able to accomplish this task the smell vanished completely which caused him to grow slightly suspicious. Whatever it was is gone now. Strange.  he thought to himself recalling the hunter’s words on how the beasts have grown organized but before he could lose himself in thought he looked back at the girl who he realized was now a partner in the job and yet he was unaware of who she was so he would ask if she had a name, if of course she decided to not give her name he would be happy to make a nickname up for her.

    Kitalpha Aurence he thought to himself as she ended her introduction with a proper nice to meet you sort of saying. He would set his gray eyes onto her during the entire introduction and observed as she looked him over with a strong but gentle curiosity with a slight head tilt akin to what you’d see a pup do upon discovering a new smell followed by the question he knew that was going to be asked which was what his name was. "Of course." he said plainly with a slight pause in between his own introduction. "My name is Aemon Trahaearn. You may refer to me as Aemon." he kept it short and sweet. However since it might be some time before they actually run into any of those apes they were sent to deal with they would have some time to kill and plenty of empty space to to fill with their words if they liked. "So Kitalpha tell me about yourself. I might as well know more about the person watching my back on this job. he was curious about what sort of magic she used, how she perceived the world and of course any other piece of information that would come in handy. Although he wouldn’t outright ask about her magic for the simple fact he refused to acknowledge his abilities with the red dragon as his own and therefore would continue the guise that his weapons factory was his magic. However their nice conversation was cut shorter by the sudden reappearance of the foul scent from earlier something that didn’t catch him off guard but when Kitalpha said what he was thinking regarding the emergence of a horde of Vulkans. Aemon would smile and open his hands while keeping his arms calmly at his sides, "No surprise about that fact. The hunter mentioned they grew smarter. Not sure if you smelled it earlier but one of these ugly monkeys were nearby us when we first entered the forest, possibly as a scout or by coincidence but either way I’d have to disagree." In between the space his hands bright blue particles began to gather and continued creating the shape of an object. Another second passed by and the particles took form and dispersed revealing two butterfly blades, the sleek White one in his right hand and the black one hexagonal shapes on the blade outlined in red to stand out. "This is the good kind for sure. They saved us the trouble of hunting them down. Let’s show them our thanks." He threw his swords like two boomerangs, the swords rotated in air plunging into a low level Vulkan. The sudden pain caused the Vulkan to cry out but Aemon was already on top of if and pulled free his weapons and jumped back as the monkey took a swipe at him. The same low level Vulkan threw a fist at Aemon but he knew how to handle something like this. Aemon turned his body slightly to the right so he was standing sideways with the left side of his body facing the oncoming attacker. With no hesitation he lifted the black sword that was in his left hand up and then swiftly swiped it down letting the edge of his blade bite deeply between the knuckles of the monkey before continuing his rotation just enough so that the fist wouldn’t make contact with him. Blood spilled from the open wound on the monkey but it wouldn’t get a chance to react for Aemon was already in motion for his follow up, as the monkey continued to move forward after overly committing to his attack he closed the distance enough for Aemon to continue his rightward rotation and as he did he spun the blade so it was in a reverse grip and with a backwards thrust he pushed it through the left side of it’s ribs dropping it shortly after. "Being more organized is great and all but a beast is still a beast and you still fight like beasts so you will be easy to take down."
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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Kitalpha Aurence on 2nd December 2017, 4:09 am

    ”Aemon Trahaearn…. I’ll be sure to remember it.” Kitalpha said with an acknowledging nod, and chuckled amusingly as she took in his next question. ”Tell something about myself, eh? Well, I haven’t had much exploits to talk about, nor much grand feats leading to my current being… I just ended up roaming after having lost my way home as a youth. That was about seven years ago, I gather. Nearly eight. Have been going where the winds take me ever since in search for myths and answers; no companions on my travels aside from the night-sky orbitals. Until now, that is.” The blonde smiled and turned her head slightly to address Aemon somewhat more directly. ”How about you Aemon? What’s brought you to roam Fiore’s vast lands? Power, riches, fame…?” She questioned, but before the answer could even be spoken she could feel the left corner of her lip curl when the foul scent once again penetrated her nostrils. A lot more present than the first time however; the stench seemed so strong that it spread throughout her entire body through her enhanced sense of smell that she instinctively felt the adrenaline starting to rush through her. Aemon smiled when she mentioned they had company, and saw how the man remained relaxed and at ease, as if he had been aware of everything from the start, and when mentioning that the same smell had been lingering when they first entered the forest, Kitalpha couldn’t help but wonder. The scent had been present yes, she’d smelled it, but only faintly… while Aemon seemed to have smelled it more clearly. Or at least so she took it as. If the blonde mage, with her enhanced sense of smell, had only picked it up faintly, then how strong would Aemon’s sense of smell in fact be to notice it as being similar to the current stench? Nonetheless, there was no reason to say she’d only smelled it slightly… yet somehow boasting against the lean white-haired man didn’t seem like an option either. Something compelled her not to. ”Yes, I noticed their smell alright, but it’s much more present now. I bet the scout brought his friends along.” Blue particles appearing and materializing within the in red-clad warrior’s hands made her eyes slide down towards them, and blinked as a pair of beautiful twin swords came to life within his grasp. She’d never seen such peculiar yet fascinating swords before….

    She shook her head shortly and rose it back to sniff out the Vulkans, that had taken the liberty of appearing all around them. It were these precious seconds she’d spent being enthralled by the twin swords that had cost her a surprise attack. Kitalpha inhaled deeply and looked around excitedly while she rose her hands, preparing herself for the first Vulkan to get too close. ”Right you are. Rather than saving us the trouble, they came to look for trouble,” The blonde warrioress cracked her knuckles and grinned at the incoming apes. ”Allow me to extend my family’s way of greeting to you monkeys… and hope you survive.” A first fist was thrown at her face right after she spoke those words, the one throwing it a young Vulcan only slightly taller than her yet twice as broad. Kitalpha dodged it by sliding underneath its arm, ramming her fist into the muscular beasts torso. To her satisfaction she felt its torso giving in with her hit, all oxygen escaping its lungs as she kept on circling around it, slamming another fist into its body, this time aiming for its kidneys. The large sapien squealed in pain as she connected a few more hits all around its body, and finished the short yet refreshing brawl with an butterfly kick into its neck. It slammed into the ground panting, looked upon by the armored blonde, who merely stepped over it and made eye-contact with her next victim. A larger example came forth with a bunch of smaller, young vulcans, but compared to the other vulcans this larger specimen seemed to be a lesser one. Clenching her fists Kitalpha rotated her shoulders to loosen them up a bit and jumped on the tips of her toes, shaking her body entirely to loosen the muscles to then, within a single movement, dash forth towards the small group of beasts for a surprise attack. Her right hook landed hard upon one of the younger one’s jaws and she saw its head tilting back, eyes rolling into the back of its head before it fell down backwards. ”Heh, lucky shot, but a nice shot.” The warrioress thought to herself as she looked at the fallen vulcan for a split second, then moved on to the next one. The youthful primates seemed to have little actual battle experience; someone of their own size was great, but against someone smaller and swifter on her feet than they were posed troublesome. It this didn’t take long before the other two younglings fell to her fists without her actually getting some physical damage… until the adult one came in. A tree was pulled out of the ground and before she could do anything saw herself being reduced to a mere baseball being smacked across the field. A dozen meters further Kenna skidded to a halt, her armored arm raised to catch the blow and protect her head of a direct impact. Her entire right arm was throbbing viciously; a sensation of fire coursing through her veins. It got warm real fast within her arm, indicating injuries and tears in the muscle tissue… she growled and swung her arm beside her casually, trying to swing the pain out of it. ”As if that will do me anything, you stupid primate. I’m a tough cookie to trample upon!” With this self-encouragement spoken, Kitalpha again jumped into battle, this time facing the adult head-on. ”And NO trees! Fists only.” The blonde growled at the beast while pointing a golden, denouncing finger at it. It seemed to frown for a moment, but then fired itself up and came in dashing.

    The two’s fists connected hard, slamming into each other knuckle to knuckle. She could feel the force of the primate shudder through her entire arm yet managed to get it to a standstill-- just like it’d done to her. Both stood there for a moment, stretched arms and fist against fist, excerting strength to topple the opponent over, yet none faltered. Kitalpha grinned and suddenly pulled away when feeling the vulcan putting in more pressure to overpower her, saw it stumbling forth and side-stepped, bashing a solid knee into its guts and followed up by grabbing its head with her left hand, ramming her right elbow into its face. She felt a satisfying crack and released her grip upon the beast, slid back a bit and performed a jumped back-kick that landed straight into its pectoral. It stumbled back and crashed into the nearby thicket between the trees, disappearing from the blonde warrioress’s sight. Kitalpha snorted. ”That was disappointing… although it did manage to graze me.” Her fingers touched her left cheek, and were covered in crimson liquid as she looked at them. A moderate cut, but she’d doubt it’d become a scar. Aemon’s words of how a beast despite having become smart was still a beast had been lost to her during the fight, yet now she had some time on her hands before the next vulcan were to show up Kitalpha allowed herself to gaze upon her companion’s battle prowess, and was astounished. The smoothness with which he attacked the vulcan, the swiftness of his movements and the beauty of his swordplay were in one word, mesmerizing. She had a thing for weaponry; those who wielded and could master such crafted masterpieces were surely worthy of her respect… of the respect of the next Queen of Heroes, and the wielder of The King’s Treasury. For a moment she contemplated trying to obtain the twin swords for her Treasury, but quickly denied that thought. ”No… I don’t care how Gilgamesh gathered his treasures in the past, I won’t stoop as low as to become a thief or a traitor to gain them.” That was a lie actually, she would gladly stoop that low to gain such a fine addition and expand upon the Treasury, but for some reason she couldn’t turn her back on Aemon and backstab him for it. The man was… intruiging, to say the least. An enigma she’d grown interested in. ”Either way, the swords have already shown who they accepted as their master. They would be to no use for me.” Kitalpha muttered, at last tearing her gaze from the red swordsman’s skillful power display.

    Perhaps she should use her Gates of Babylon for this once? Show it to the public for the very first time in ages and have the world taste the raw power hidden within the Treasury…. Yet Gilgamesh’s harsh words resonated through her mind, reminding her of when the King of Heroes had told her to use it. ”Only when the opponent shows formidable enough to be found worthy of the honor to spend the Treasury upon.” And by all means, a mere vulcan wasn’t worthy enough of such honor. She knew that. Kitalpha sighed and was about to turn when an extremely foul stench penetrated her nose again, one far stronger and potent than the ones she’d smelled before. She covered her nose for a moment and turned around properly, only to find out that in that short moment of reminiscing she’d missed out on the fact that a batch of adult vulcans had ganged up on her and were incredibly close. ”Well shit.” The blonde youth growled, wanting to back away but finding herself unable to due to being surrounded. ”Guess you leave me no choice…” She rose her hand before her, fingers bent as if they were claws and an eerie, blackish red aura swirling around it. Within a moment’s time the haunting aura started seeping into her hand until it entirely disappeared. She could feel the vulcans’s confused look upon her hand and couldn’t help but grin when she suddenly clenched her hand entirely and activated the spell. ”Art of Calming Carnage.” The shockwave emenating from the magic within her hand came out of nowhere and was short but powerful, catapulting all the adult vulcans towering over her away within a single second. Kitalpha’s gaze followed them, this time more threatening and less happy-go-lucky. She’d finally decided to use her magic, showing she was finally taking the fight more serious… but so did the vulcan’s leader, who had been watching from nearby up until the moment he’d been hit in the face with one of his henchmonkeys. It let out a menacing roar, one so strong and bloodthirsty it snapped even the blonde warrioress out of her trance. Kitalpha snapped her head towards the source of the roaring as if stung by a bee, and went wide-eyed when she noticed the series of large trees about to crashing into her. Her hands shot forward towards the tree, as if trying to keep it from hitting her face and could only utter a single set of words before they were hit. ”Tiansha impaler!” And when they reached her, an explosion occurred, covering the area around her in a cloud of dust and keeping her from view. A scent of blood could be smelled, gradually creeping further and further over the road. The dust became a shade of red that made way for a thin mist, and when it finally stopped obscuring the view showed Kitalpha on her back, several trees above her of which on top of her, but most held up by a series of black, long spikes that penetrated the bark of the trees. The armored blonde found herself stuck underneath the tree, which was pressing menacingly upon her waist, yet was kept from actually crushing her bones due to the spearlike stake acting as a lever. Most she would get out of this was a set of fairly bad bruises, if all went well, that is. She could not get out on her own, not without jeopardising herself into being crushed by the tree if her spell were to give way; that’s what the mist was for. She was purposely elongating the spell so the spikes would remain, but it ate away at her mana, which made her reluctant to use another spell that could possibly free her. And using the Gates of Babylon too would require more focus that could disrupt the spell.

    The foul stench blew past her nose once again, together with the soft tremoring of footsteps drawing closer. Rather large footsteps. A hollow, deep growl escaped the lungs of what was approaching, and from between the branches Kitalpha could finally make out who she’d had the honor of pissing of; a Troll King. A series of cussing words left her mouth as she tried to place her hands unto the bark and pull herself loose from underneath the tree, yet all to no avail. Her physical prowess was lacking here, and the enemy was closing in rather rapidly with no way to defend herself against it. ”Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” Panicked eyes looked around to find something that could be of use to her in case the Troll King came too close, but could only see things that were out of her reach… and a red blur. Red blur… She laid her head down and scanned the area upside-down in search for her in red-clad companion, her otherwise determined eyes still locked in a gaze of panick and helplessness… which was a rare sight. ”Aemon! A bit of help plea-ah!” The blonde let out a surprised yelp as the Troll King laid a large hand upon the tree bark, now towering over her trapped self. Her eyes met with the pupil-less eyes of the giant monster and stared back into her crimson eyes, leaving whatever remained of her confidence to waver and disappear. Her voice was shaky and nearly whispering. ”Help me.”




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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Aemon Trahaearn on 7th January 2018, 3:38 pm





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    "To save a life, I must fight for more than Ideals."


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    The smell of blood flooded the area around the red dragon, the crimson colored fluid not only dripping from the wound inflicted on the monkey’s hand but the running stream that trickles down the length of the blade and dripping down to the forest floor right where the blade met the hilt. Aemon grinned as he let his right eye gaze upon the face of the monkey, happy to see that despite the large size of the Vulcan the wounds made by his swords would be enough to slow it down. He pulled his sword as he rotated to the left so he would be able to face the monkey again in case there was a counter attack in progress he would be prepared for it. With a little spin he rotated the blade in his left hand so it too was held in a reverse grip and his arms made an ‘X’ in form of a defensive stance. "Is that all you monkey’s have to offer?" he question the beast that was breathing heavy suffering more from it’s wounds than it might have wanted to let on. "Finishing you off will be childsplay." The taunt was enough to fuel the anger in the monkey and inspite of the grevious wounds inflicted by the bite of his blades and it charged at Aemon recklessly, as if it knew just how close the end of its life was but unfortunately it didn’t know how close. His grip loosened up as he pulled his arms straight out to the side and pulled them forward and flicked his wrists releasing his swords like before and sent the swords flying like a boomerang with the blades biting into both sides of its neck stopping its run and it dropped onto its stomach, sliding forward due to its momentum. "As I had said. All too easy." he said as he took a step towards the defeated monkey in order to retrieve the weapons embedded into the neck of the monkey but before he could take more than two steps he heard a sickening thud that immediately caused his head to jerk in the direction of Kitalpha who had just been slammed by a swinging tree and was sent flying as a result of the blow. "Hey hold on!" he shouted as he in earnest reached down to pick up the swords but as soon as he retrieved them a Vulcan had already picked up a rather huge rock and hurled it at Aemon. "Shit." he said as his reaction time was fast enough to lift up his swords in a defensive position to block the rock but that was all he could do. Normally he would have tried to deflect the rock with a counter strike but he saw it too late but the force of the rock knocked Aemon backwards and forced the swords out of his grip.

    He slid on his back for half meter before he lifted his legs up over his head while he pushed off with his hands to land back on his feet skidding the rest of the way. His swords vanished as quickly as they had appeared and he took a sideways facing position with his left arm held out facing the beast, his hand was closed in a light grip and blue particles gathered and extended into a matte black bow with a thick hand guard. "Good aim for a monkey. I’ll answer back with aim of my own." He pulled back his bow string and a red arrow appeared, created out of his magic and released it in an instant the arrow went flying through the air hitting the vulcan in the center of his chest causing it to drop to the ground. "Looks like my arrow hits harder than your rock." he taunted the Vulcan pushed itself up with his arms into an upright position showing the red arrow still stuck deep into its sternum. "Oh my looks like I missed the heart." he said calmly. He held his draw hand up and materialized a spiral sword from within his weapons Factory, Caladabolg. "This will tear you to shreds." he places the pommel of the sword against the string while resting the middle of the sword against the hand guard and pulled it back causing the arrow to stretch out with the draw. With a smirk he released sword and let it fly, it spiraled in the air causing energy to spiral as it flew through the air and slammed into the vulcan and then drilled clean through it’s torso. He was proud of how he destroyed the monkey entirely however with his attention firmly focused on out doing the monkey he hadn’t paid any attention to Kitalpha or her situation that was until he heard it, a small whisper from the blonde calling his name is what snapped him to how dire the situation. He peered over in the direction he heard the voice come from and his eyes widened at the sight of Kitalpha on her back, pinned by a tree and had this ugly looking beast standing on top of the tree that pinned her with less than wholesome intentions. "How could I have missed that ugly things stench?" he asked himself sniffing the odor that belonged to the beast, the Troll King. "I’ll make you pay.” He drew an arrow from his factory and knocked it to the bow string, pulled and released sending the arrow at the Troll king but was swatted away as if it were nothing but a bug, "If I hadn’t used Caladabolg it would at least knock it off the tree." The situation was starting to grow more dire, he wasn’t sure he could actually do anything to this beast as it started press against the tree that had her pinned and got closer, "What can I do?" he asked himself but to his surprise a voice responded, “You know what you can do.”

    In the confines of his mind, no in his soul Aemon found himself in a cave, dark and dank with the exception of light at the end of the long tunnel. He followed it until he reached an open cavern a lit by flaming torches surrounding the cavern, however he wasn't alone. At the otherside of the cavern stood a large red dragon looking down at him with green colored eyes that matched his own. “This is the first time we met since that day I merged my soul with yours. You’re much bigger than before.” Aemon wasn’t amused from the joke and furrowed his eyebrows, "I don’t recall calling a meeting with you Dragon. I am pretty sure I made it clear I had no intention on using your cursed powers." “Ha.hahahaha.” It laughed at the remark made, "and What is so funny?"  The dragon slowed his laughter and looked back at the man before him, “You Still assume that it was my powers that corrupted your ancestor.” Crossing his arms he stared daggers at the dragon, "So you are saying your powers aren’t evil? Your interference in the life of my family is what led it to the fate of shame?" The dragon shook his head, “Unfortunately my powers were used for foul purposes however it’s not what swayed the tyrant dragon king to his evil ways. Every recipient before were benevolent rulers and you yourself have a same sense of benevolence as the original user of my powers.” Aemon didn’t know what to say in response to the Dragon’s words and was even more unsure if he was being told the truth. “But whether or not you believe me that girl is in danger and you don’t have anymore power to deal with it on your own.” Aemon sighed knowing that this was the truth, "You don’t have to state the obvious. Get to the point." The dragon sighed as well, “You are dense aren’t you? Use my power, and I am not talking about the wings or the hand use all of my power and see if it is as corrupt as you think but if you choose to do nothing she might die.”
    In a flash he was back in the forest with his eyes still locked on Kita and the beast that was standing on the tree trying to make its way down to her. "Use his power." his eyes shifted towards the Troll king and narrowed fiercely. "Fine but you better be enough to crush this thing!" he heard the dragon echo in his mind, “ha that’s the spirit!” and with that a red aura surrounded Aemon’s body entirely and grew bathing him entirely in red aura shooting up into the air masking his body and a meter around him. The aura thinned out and revealed Aemon but no longer wearing the attire but was instead head to toe clad in red plated armor, a helmet covering his head with green gemmed eye sockets, dragonic wings sprouted from his back, nails at the ends of his fingertips and long tail sprouting from his upper back. "This power is no joke."

    His target was the beast and with a flap of his wings he took off from the spot he was standing in and rocketed towards the beast, slamming into it pushing it off of the tree that pinned Kita only to slam it into another tree. Aemon would land next to the tapped Kita and pointed an open hand at the middle of the tree, "Don’t move Kita.” A sphere of red energy gathered in front of him in the size of a medium sized ball aimed right at the tree’s center, "Dragon Shot." He slammed his fist into the sphere and sent it into the wood destroying it on the molecular level causing it to split in half right about where Kita was holding it up providing more space for her to get out in the meanwhile the Troll king had picked up a large tree and hurled it at them. Aemon caught the tree with a hand and tossed it aside before looking at the enemy, "Troll king meet the Red Dragon emperor." The troll king lunged at him but of completing his attack Aemon had his attack all ready for him, "Red Dragon’s Roar!", from the mouth area of the helmet the panel that had opened up and launched a beam made entirely out of the destructive energies that belonged to the Welsh dragon hitting the troll king making it drop out of the air and onto the ground heavily damaged from the attack. Surging with his red aura he stepped closer to the troll king speaking as he drew closer, "You made many mistakes on this day, brought chaos to the village, pinned Kita and attempted to do harm to her, but the biggest mistake you could have made was forcing me to use this power and discover just how strong it actually is." He stopped just in front of the creature letting his aura flare and a sphere of energy gathered in front of him. The troll tried to get up but the injuries it had sustained from the roar attack kept it down and didn’t stop it from moving. "Too bad you won’t be around long enough to actually regret these mistakes." he paused and the sphere grew even larger and pointed down at the troll. "Red Dragon reclamation!" the sphere burst open into a blast and ensnared the troll wiping all traces of him from existence.
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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Kitalpha Aurence on 17th January 2018, 6:46 pm

    The beaming red light, along with the sudden surge of wind made both Kitalpha and the Troll King look up in surprise, each from a different point of view staring upon the power that began emitting from within the crimson pillar of light; the emotions brought forth from that view only strengthened as Aemon reappeared from it. She caught astonished by the ordeal, both grateful yet confused at the sight; the Troll King annoyed, growing into a sense of anger as time passed. Kitalpha could smell the beast’s agitation strongly now, but did not dare look at it now it was so close and instead kept her eyes pinned on the lean stature that had emerged from the dust. Aemon’s skintight attire had made way for a solid plated armor, a helmet similar to a dragon’s head, complete with emerald eyes, and from what she could see in her upside-downed position looked like wings, a tail and clawed hands. She blinked slightly confused, having thought his magic to resolve around the two swords he used, and had to cover her eyes as dirt blew into her face; in that single blink Aemon had blasted off towards her. The next moment he impacted with the Troll King, sending it flying straight into another tree further off. He then told her to stay put and extended his hand, creating a small sphere the size of a medium-sized bell and punched it, having the energy from it destroy the tree so cleanly it broke right above the part that was crushing her. Having the pressure no longer weighing down on her made the blonde sigh deeply in relief, yet got her act together quickly enough to start crawling away from her current predicament and to get back on her feet. The spikes broke and disappeared in clouds of black dust, and Kitalpha, now far enough from the tree to stand up, attempted to get back upright. She saw the tree being slung a fraction too late and readied her fist to strike at it while still half-downed when Aemon, still beside her, took action and stopped the tree in its trail by simply holding out his hand. Kitalpha could only blink in disbelief at the display of power, and found herself staring at the armored warrior a tad bit too long. But even so, she remained as such even after getting up, as if in trance by the power he exerted, and watched. Watched as he toyed with the Troll King as if it was but a ragdoll. And she watched even more intently as the beast was obliterated by a single spell; without mercy, leaving no trace of it. Then it hit her.

    The scent of blood filled her nostrils swiftly, even after not a single inch of the troll king had remained, the stench of death lingered within the air… and among Aemon a stronger one still. Not one as foul as death, but one sharp enough to make a shiver run down her spine. Something stirred within her and as she got up, the blonde blinked a few times in quick succession trying to regain herself and was about to shake her head when her breath ceased for a single moment, her heart skipping a single heartbeat, whiched roared through her system like a sonic boom so loudly that it ceased every activity within her body for that single moment. Then her heartbeat picked up the pace again, her lungs filling themselves with oxygen as her eyes widened and the sensation spread throughout her veins. A sweet taste filled her mouth as a booming headache tore through her skull for a few seconds, disappearing as quickly as it had come, yet so painful she almost instinctively grabbed the side of her head and cringed. ”Shit.” Kitalpha ushered as she turned away from the man who’d just saved her. ”No… not now. Of all places...”

    ”Why not?” The voice questioned playfully, its soothing honied words whispering into her ear made her feel sick. Anger. Disgust. Fear. She felt it all at once as the voice mellowly continued within her mind, Kitalpha replying audibly to it. ”Just go away!” She groaned, staring off into the distance. ”Go away when you just made new friend? That’s hard, even for me. I just want to introduce myself, that’s all.” The voice chimed. ”No. I won’t let you! Leave him alone.” She replied, although she sounded annoyed a slight begging undertone could be heard with it. The headache flared up again out of nowhere, stronger and more agonizing than before. A slight flicker of purple sparked within her eyes. ”Now now Kitalpha, no need to be so rude. You know I can’t do that. And it’s not like you can stop me either.” The voice sounded amused, letting out an equally-amused laugh as he sent more sensations through her body and slowly crept into her mind, taunting her. The blonde warrioress was overcome with pulse after pulse of pain tearing through her mind, and growled softly as she felt her body changing as the pain grew worse. Her teeth started growing sharper, her canines shifting into fangs, her nails grew longer and stronger, like claws almost. A menacing aura started gathering around her. ”No no no no no- Arghhh" Stumbling away she leaned into the tree, face now almost cupped within her hands as she mumbled pleading words to herself. A jolt of pain made her lash out towards the tree, cleaving it in half in the process and then out of the blue looked up, her crimson eyes glowing a bright purple, her pupils like those of a feline predator. ”Please don’t, Horama.” She uttered to no avail while looking for eye-contact with Aemon, and was only able to say ”Get away from me- for your own good.” before the change happened.

    Every single muscle in her body tensed up, not allowing her to move a single inch nor breathe. The large black ’n red aura flared up highly, taking shape slowly but steadily around her. A deep, darkened double-voiced laughter echoed through the area, amused yet threatening. Kitalpha gasped weakly within her state of paralyzed tension, feeling how her body contorted as Horama took over her will and forced his way outside through her magic; if she allowed it the process was smoothly and painless. If it was forced from his side, the pain his host went through was close to unbearable. Horama digested Kitalpha’s aura and molded it into the shape of a spectral bipedal wolf that seemed to crawl out of her back, claws upon her shoulders and pushing itself out of her body like a butterfly freeing itself from its cocoon… be it a gruesome one this time. While emerging he slowly started manifesting into a physical form, easily standing at 8 feet 11 inches. Fur of darkness, shaded with the icing of a moonlit night; rough, with claws as razors so sharp on both hands and feet. Teeth that would make even the most toughened warrior swallow a lump and take a moment to rethink their options. Once the spectral werewolf found itself touching solid ground Kitalpha collapsed, panting heavily as she sat bend over upon her knees, coughing viciously. When she stared up to glare at the enormous werwolf a trickle of blood ran down the corner of her mouth, which she wiped away promptly with the back of her hand. Horama himself paid no heed to his host and eyed Aemon, carefully walking in between Kitalpha and him, taking in what he was exactly. ”So you’re the boy that brought about such lovely destruction, eh? How intriguing…. I like you.”


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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

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    The large red beam that had engulfed the Vulcan and reduced it into literal nothing thinned out as it traveled through the woods mowing down trees and other flora that was unfortunate to grow in its path. Despite having to resort to relying on the dragon’s power to defeat the troll king he rather enjoyed just how much power he had at his disposal in this from. He heard Kitalpha say shit and turned to look at her through his emerald eyelets. He noticed she was distraught about something which warranted Aemon’s concern after all he used a power that he knew nothing about to free her so he instantly asked her, "Kita are you okay?!" but it would soon be revealed that what was happening had nothing to do with Aemon or his power but something similar in nature. She began to speak to something inside her not dissimilar to how he interacted with Ddraig but what seeped from her body reeked of death and despair and it wasn’t only Aemon who felt it. ”Aemon who is this girl?“ a question from out of nowhere but it wasn’t one that he could answer, "I honestly don’t know much about her. Why do you ask?" Aemon mentally cocked an eyebrow at the dragon curious as he was cautious. Kita continued to struggle against the force that she fought courageously to prevent from taking over as Aemon and Ddraig continued their conversation. ”This energy that the young lady is releasing is an old power and dangerous at that.“ Ddraig wasn’t concerned nor was he nervous about it but seemingly had more of an interest to what it was. "Can you handle it?" Aemon had to ask. He was just as unsure as to what Ddraig’s power could do as to what was inside Kita. “Of course I could handle it if i weren’t bound inside your soul and had my original form. Just be prepared for what might be coming.” Aemon chuckled, "Are you saying that I won't be able to handle this even with your power?" ”I am just warning you to be careful, the new power I presented to you is nothing to underestimate but there are still powers that shouldn't taken lightly either.“It was then Kita told Aemon to get away from her but the Red Dragon Emperor stayed in silent protest, there was not a chance that Aemon would abandon Kita at that point.
    A black and red hued aura surrounded Kita and took shape around her and focused on her back. First its head and torso took shape and used its long gangly arms to push its way out seemingly out of her body, the entire time absolute anguish the entire time this was happening but there didn’t seem that anything could be done aside from letting this process run its course. The aura solidified completely, creating a werewolf like creature standing just under 9 foot in height towering over Aemon in his Dragon armor. Kita collapsed to the ground on her knees clearly taxed from the sudden exodus of this beast who he heard her call Horama in the early phase of this event. The wolf’s eyes locked onto the Armor clad man and walked carefully over to him and began to converse with him, ignoring Kita and the condition that he had left her in and remarked on the destructive power Aemon put on display against the Troll king and admitted to liking him. Aemon would look at Kita and then proceed to match the step of this wolf but kept a fair amount of space between them, "As you said I am the one who caused the destruction." he crossed his armored arms, "But unfortunately I can’t say I share the same admiration for what you have to offer." He motioned his head towards Kita, "Was putting her through that amount of pain worth this simple meeting with me?" No answer that the wolf could give would convince Aemon that Kita’s pain was necessary. "Was that all you wanted to say or did you have something that could be considered important you wanted to address with me?"
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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Kitalpha Aurence on 25th January 2018, 4:34 am

    Horama bared its teeth in an amused grin at the sight of Aemon carefully matching his circulating pace and listened intently to his words, upon hearing him lament about having put Kitalpha through such pain merely to meet him, he couldn’t help but laugh shortly; a deep, unsavory double-voiced laughter. ”Oh Aemon, that’s just adorable. Truly. But why would you even bother with her? She wrought this upon herself… or rather, so did her ancestors. Call it the price for power they wanted, and the debt she still has to pay many centuries later.” His amused expression suddenly disappeared, making way for a dark and cold expression that confidently eyed the armored man. ”Furthermore, why would I make this effort only to meet with you, child? You’re not that omnipotent that I’d outright revere your being and do everything to bask in your ’almighty’ presence… by far. Your destruction was just a great lever to pop the lid of my vessel and allow me to break free from her ever-struggling grasp; as what better way to lure in a predator than the scent of death and gore?” His eyes tore away from Aemon as he stopped in his tracks and eyed his still downed host, who upon staring back at him felt a sensation of fear crawling its way through her chest. Her eyes betrayed how she felt, but her body-language heftily fought against it as she pushed herself back unto her feet. Horama grinned at Kitalpha and made a little gesture at Aemon before turning his attention back at him. ”Also… allow me to explain in what kind of situation you find yourself in, young man, lest you might think that I’m merely here for convenient chitchat only. Our dear Kitalpha here is my ho-" ”Don’t you dare-!” The blonde growled at the gigantic werewolf, who had only to throw her a menacing glance and coldly call upon her to make her silence. ”Kitalpha.” His claws gently clenched together and relaxed again, leaving her to abruptly shut up and take on a more defensive stance towards her inner beast-taken-form.

    ”As I was saying before being rudely abrupted… Kitalpha is my host, but also my plaything. I, Horama, am the manifestation of a curse the Aurence family gladly sold their sanity for thousands of years ago in exchange for power. I in fact am part of the Fenrir demon they made this pact with; we house within the ‘lucky’ few who are allegible to receive this gift.. although you could say these days it’s considered unlucky. Many succumb to the beast and become one, whereas our dearest blonde here has a mental manifestation of the curse. Within her body I can barely control her… but as soon as her feral instincts are perked, my path is open. Like now." He stared at Aemon intently, or rather, at something within him. ”Cage something and its only goal will be to become free again. I care not for my host if I have to be frank, her death would become my one-way ticket back into this world… but I enjoy myself more messing with her mind.” Unexpectedly Horama turned and disappeared in a flash, reappearing at Kitalpha’s side with one clawed paw near her throat, gently poking her chin so she had no choice but to cock her head back if she didn’t want to be stabbed by it. A vertical cut appeared as he ran one of his razor-edged digits over her neck, blood welling up softly but surely and slowly trickling down her collarbone into her tattered blouse. ”Her blood has always tasted the best… fear for me is the only thing on her mind right now. She cannot control nor best me in this form, and if she were I would make her life a living hell. After all, I’m only compelled to attack her enemies… if there are none, she automatically becomes my prey.


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    Re: Peculiar Monkeys (Strange Vulcans #1)

    Post by Aemon Trahaearn on 9th February 2018, 5:23 pm





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    Aemon’s face was a grim mask but there wouldn’t be a way for the wolf before him to see due to the helmet the encased his head. However through the emerald eyelets of the helmet he could see the beast more than perfectly, its body language and facial expression matched its condescending tone as Aemon showed concern for Kita it referred to it as adorable and asked why he would bother with her. Aemon remained quiet for the moment as the beast spoke to him, his left eyebrow raising at the question. He explained that Kita had brought but reconsidered its answer and corrected itself by saying that her ancestors had fallen into debt with the beast and that she, who had nothing to do with it was indebted as well. That was the very concept that made Aemon despise his own heritage and even Ddraig, the dragon in his soul for he was in a similar situation himself. His birth bypassed a curse that prevented his family from ever having a male child after tyrant dragon’s reign came to a disastrous end. “What a savage creature he is.” Ddraig said with his voice ringing inside Aemon’s mind. "So you and I actually agree on something for a change." he responded to the dragon mentally while he also listened to the beast continue his rambling about how his meeting was merely a byproduct of Aemon’s destructive powers luring it out, giving it something to pull itself free from within Kita.

    The wolf continued to press forth with his explanation of what exactly he was and despite Kita trying to assert her authority over what the wolf had to say it merely flared and spoke her name to force her into silence before letting Aemon in on the history of the family lineage of Aurence and the being related to the Fenrir. Fenrir he knew of some of the mythology but knew next to nothing about this thing. "Ddraig is this guy as power as he or the fables portray?" he asked and Ddraig responded immediately, “That is hard to determine. He seems powerful but what we could be seeing is a how he affects his host, it’s possible the strength he can exert is similar to how my strength is through you.” Aemon listened intently while locking his eyes on the image of Ddraig as Horama apple. Ddraigs answer which was longer than he expected but it shed some of the dragons own knowledge and wisdom on the topic. "So he himself is powerful but is naturally limited by his hosts own ability." he responded to the explanation. "but it’s all speculation right?" he asked Ddraig who mentally nodded, “If he is indeed related to Fenrir he would most certainly house some power that should not be taken lightly.” Aemon smirked when he heard the all powerful dragon, "Was that a hint of fear i detected Dragon?" the response was answered back with laughter from Ddraig, “Hahah who knew you were so funny. Fenrir is a mighty beast for sure but what is before you is a fragment nothing more. If I had to I would take over your body to destroy it.” Before Aemon could mentally respond his attention was given to Horama now as he spoke about but it wasn’t the wolf’s words that had caught his attention but the look coming from it’s eyes. "I think he is looking at you." but Ddraig said nothing in response and in turn Aemon remained silent still that was however until Horama vanished as he turned away and rematerialized next to Kita with a sharp nail pointed under her chin leading her to look back at him before running a nail down the side of her face. His eyes glared but before he could utter a thought Ddraig spoke, “Don’t speak, act.” Ddraig had sensed the anger swelling inside Aemon and predicted what the red clad mage would want to do. With a flap of his wings he sped across the distance between where he was standing and where the wolf was standing, using his attention on Kita to possibly have the element of surprise. Grabbing the wolf’s arm that had cut Kita’s cheek he pulled it away from her cheek and finally spoke, "You may be right. She might not be able to do anything to prevent you from asserting your dominance over her while you are in this form however since you are on this side of the world I can." His crimson aura lit ablaze around him and his grip tightened like a vice on the wolf’s arm. "You make any further attempt to harm her I promise that you will know what it is like to be prey." The eyelets glowing bright green as well as the gems that were scattered across the armor illuminated brightly and when he spoke it wasn’t only Aemon’s voice but an overlay of Aemon’s voice and Ddraig’s voice. "A powerful wolf you are. An apex predator in your own right for sure but compared to a dragon you might as well be a sheep." The voice slowly isolated back to Aemon’s and finished, " Everything can be destroyed and I have the power to destroy and that includes a curse." He released the wolf and stood between it and Kita, "and you are nothing more than a byproduct of this curse. I will destroy it and you are we clear beast?"
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