The dragon bent her neck to stare down at Soul with those fiery golden orbs, ever vigilant to his presence and their place. She recognized the marsh, though from where escaped her. The cold exterior returned once the fear had washed away completely.
Ryuki leaned down and clamped her maw around his clothing to yank him from the mud. He'd dangle in the air a moment, then be dropped over dry ground with no consideration for the resulting thud that would likely follow. Not a word spoken, nor her gaze offered to him as nostrils flared to take in the smells around her.
Soul nearly screamed as Ryuki picked him up and, subsequently, dropped him. Hitting the ground with a thud, he bounded back onto his feet, undeterred by Ryuki's aggressive behavior. "Look, you angry at me or somethin'? 'Cause you're not the only one around here with a beef to be had."
He flopped on his seat, clearly frustrated, but after a moment cowered slightly away from her. "Not that I have any...you know, ACTUAL beef. Don't eat me." He whimpered slightly, whatever fire he had in his eyes gone.
Fumbling around for a moment, he began figuring out how to put his gauntlet back on. While he unsuccessfully tried repeatedly (he didn't notice the fingers were pointing the wrong way), he got his spirit back. "Y'know, I was Karthus's top dog for a total of six months...I think. Hard to track time when you're dead. Anyhow, you just come along and, no fuss about it, I get demoted. That's not what rustles my jimmies, though; it's really more that..."
He paused again. "Being dead doesn't come with many perks. One of the perks you lose is having friends. Karthus is...WAS the closest thing I had to a friend, but he's just my boss, yknow? I'm a mite lonely." At that he just straight-on cut out, as if his soul had decided to stop feeding his voice any fuel to run.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Ryuki stared at Soul with those burning golden eyes, seeming to soak in what he said but had nothing to say in response. When he questioned if she had some beef with him, she snorted sending a wild puff of air across his body, rustling about his hair and clothing. Comfortable in her dragon form, Ryuki spun around a couple of times like a cat finding a comfortable spot to lay, then flopped down and seemed to utilize the time they were away from their Master, to rest.
Though she was quite unhappy with the interference in her battle, she seemed calm externally. Unscathed by the fight save for a small hint of burns from the blue flames that danced across the centaur's blade.
Soul sighed. "Well, we make a good team. You never say anything, and I never shut up, am I right or am I wrong?" He gazed up at the sky. It was night, but the sky was clouded over, blocking the stars from view. "I'd say it's a beautiful night, but it's not. Not an ugly one, though. It's just...night." He turned to Ryuki. "Ever remember one of those really great nights?"
He looked to the sky again. "I don't. They're all sort of...blurry. All I can remember is the night I..." he just went silent and collapsed on the ground next to Ryuki. "Don't want to talk about it. Good night, Ryuki. Sweet dreams and all that crap." He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, laying against Ryuki's curled-up form.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Deathsinger on Jun 18, 2013 12:23:44 GMT -5
As the sun rose over the Howling marshes, awakening whatever birds dared to flit amongst the trees and painting the skies with reds and oranges, the crackle of magic and a flash of darkness preceeded Karthus' arrival. He was delayed on matters of business; another fool had attempted to cheat Death, and Death was in no mood to comply. The necromancer fell with little effort, but it delayed Karthus' arrival for a time.
As he looked down upon his sleeping comrades, he felt something akin to fatherly compassion for the two. Karthus silenced the emotion with a shake of his head and flew onwards, searching for what would become their new home.
Soul rubbed the sleep out of his eyes when he heard the crackling of Karthus's portal. Getting up and stretching, he gave a quick yawn. Even if he didn't have to really 'sleep' anymore, he still liked to give it a shot occasionally. Sort of a nostalgia thing, really. Soothed his nerves...which he also didn't have.
Bounding onto his feet, he swiveled on his torso a couple of times. He saw Karthus give a quick shake of his head before floating away. "Hey, Sir! Wait up!" He tried to run towards Karthus, but immediately caught his foot in a sinkhole, flying into the ground with a quick splat of mud. Dragging himself out of the mud, he patted the streaks off of his body, nudging the sleeping body of Ryuki. "Hey, Ryuki, time to wake up. Master's finally back." He grinned widely, excited that they'd have something to do.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
A low growl whispered from the sleeping dragon as Soul nudged at her, opening one of those fire-consumed golden eyes. A look that was sure to send chills down the spines of those who looked upon those feral orbs, fearless and like a predator readying to strike.
As the dragon stood, it towered the forms of her 'comrades' and gazed upon Karthus more specifically. The winds picked up around the undead beast as scales shattered and flew off in them, obscuring her form until fading away completely. There stood Ryuki in her human form, placing the naginata against her back with a cold look aimed at her Master.
"Karthus." She spoke, "You have shamed me." The chill in her voice pricked at the senses. Hints of an underlying anger welled up, but hidden beneath the icy facade she had erected to keep her calm.
Post by The Deathsinger on Jun 20, 2013 3:04:05 GMT -5
Karthus turned as he heard Soul trip and fall into the mud, floating down just above the marsh's surface and helping him up before turning to Ryuki. If he were capable of offering emotion, he may have been bearing a look of concerned resignment. He understood that Ryuki had a very strict code of honor...A code which he violated by removing her from the fight.
"I understand that, Ryuki." Karthus replied. "And for that, I apologize. However, I do not apologize for saving both your life, and Soul's." He said, looking into Ryuki's eyes with his hardly-emotive gaze. "I do not bind you to this place....But, should you seek to battle Hecarim once more...I wish you luck. You shall need it."
Ryuki's gaze narrowed slightly as she listened to the Deathsinger's words, squinted slightly to take in his skeletal visage with an air of dominance surrounding her. Honor codes.. He knew of them. She gave him a curt nod as she straightened, "It cannot be undone what has been done. Honor must remain in tact. I will return when the battle is won."
With a low bow, Ryuki gave her deepest respects to her Master and turned allowing the wind to pick up as she launched herself into the air and away from the two. No doubt Soul would be confused by this, but she was certain Karthus would explain.
Soul gave Ryuki an odd look as she flew away. "Well...that's unexpected...I get that them Demacian folks were always honor-bound, but that's just suicidal." He turned to Karthus. "Undeath is a gift, even if it's not the most pleasant one. Why throw away a second chance? I really hope they don't kill her." He sighed. "Listen to me. I'm getting philosophical again. Shut me up before I say something stupid, Karthus, and let's go."
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Deathsinger on Jun 27, 2013 2:22:31 GMT -5
Karthus shook his head as he watched Ryuki leave. "This is her battle, her honor, her quest that she must set to rights. She would have left either way....We can only hope that Death does not seek her life to end soon." Karthus turned and resumed floating over the marsh, gesturing for Soul to follow. "Come, Soul. We have much to do. The Ruined King will be weaker, but he shall return. I intend to make sure we are ready."
Soul nodded. "As you wish, sir! I vote we start with finding something else for me to use as a weapon." He looked at his dagger; he'd left the other one at the Cathedral, not prepared for leaving. "The daggers you oh so graciously allowed me to hold (thank you on that, by the way) were next to worthless. I don't want to kill, sir, not yet, but I at least want to be good at it when the time comes." With that he fell silent, following in Karthus's trail.
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Deathsinger on Jun 28, 2013 3:20:04 GMT -5
"Yes....In due time. For the time being, we have....More pressing matters, but fear not; your skills shall be honed in time." Karthus replied, floating over the mire as he followed the faint trickle of magic reaching out to him from the center of the swamp. "Long ago, before the King's fall, this marsh used to be my home. Now, the cathedral here has gone inactive from disuse....It is best to set up a base of operations before we plan our next move."
Soul nodded in assent. "Of course, sir. Shall I begin building a camp right now?" Without waiting for Karthus, he made his way to a nearby tree branch that was thick and long and began sawing it off at the base with the serrated edge of his knife. However, he wasn't prepared for the weight of the branch, and as it swung off, barely connected to the tree, it hit him in the chest and knocked him over, proceeding to detach and fall on the ground right next to his head. He sighed a breath of relief, making his stand and picking up the branch. "Where should I put this?"
All are equal in death; it's just that some people are more equal than others.
Post by The Deathsinger on Jun 29, 2013 14:47:42 GMT -5
Karthus' blank expression hid what may have been seen as bemusedment. "We need not build shelter from wood... The Cathedral of Unlife is nearby. Come." Karthus replied, gesturing towards what appeared to be a moss-covered pile of rubble beyond the trees. "The magic that once sustained it has vanished....But shall soon be restored." Karthus continued to float onward until he was at the center of the ruin.
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