Post by Star Fall on Dec 14, 2017 12:17:31 GMT
Hellhound Beastkin!pR.BaFF/uk 13 Feb 2016 7:40:46 PM No.41256323>>41256328>>41256365>>41257288>>41257332
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>It was all quite the display. One man, appearing heroic in a time of need, had dealt a great blow to their strong leader both in body and in pride. It was easy to see the fury in his expression, but at the same time there was a sense of unease about the other three, particularly the youngest pair. A primal sense of power that radiated from the fellow that had arrived, such that they might sense in their own kind despite his appearance.
>Yet even as they stood confused and uncertain, they were brought back into line by command, that strange language once again blasting through the air.
Are you morons blind!? To think your eyes so dim that you do not notice what sneaks behind us.
But... neither did yo-
SILENCE! Hold your insolent tongues! Aestren, capture the female! I will be wanting for entertainment once this is over. Leave this arrogant wretch to me, and you two! If you let the other escape, I will have your hides as leather!
>The one with the Axe, seemingly the second-in-command that had been spoken to, wandered in Melody's direction, heading over to the tree with a ponderous look on his face. Sure, he could climb up with all his armour on and try to move through all the awkward branches in metal plate, but it'd be easier just to chop the damned tree down.
>Meanwhile the other two, neither of whom had a large weapon of their own, continued to circle the flames to keep watch for Patrick, assuming that he might burn in there or attempt to escape.
>Finally, the largest of them all turned to face the newcomer, a sadistic grin appearing over his beastly face, speaking this time in common out of a twisted kind of courtesy.
Tall words for youngling. Recognise your smell, but no fear from me. True Thunder God vicious, powerful, you? Cleaver will cut in two!
>Without a moment more's delay, the fierce creature leapt in the fighter's direction but found himself feeling off balance and landing awkwardly, most likely due to the stumble he'd taken earlier. Regardless, he brought his mighty weapon upward with what strength his numb arms could muster, attempting to both slice and launch the body before him into the air.
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>>41255406
>>41256170
>>41256267
>It was all quite the display. One man, appearing heroic in a time of need, had dealt a great blow to their strong leader both in body and in pride. It was easy to see the fury in his expression, but at the same time there was a sense of unease about the other three, particularly the youngest pair. A primal sense of power that radiated from the fellow that had arrived, such that they might sense in their own kind despite his appearance.
>Yet even as they stood confused and uncertain, they were brought back into line by command, that strange language once again blasting through the air.
Are you morons blind!? To think your eyes so dim that you do not notice what sneaks behind us.
But... neither did yo-
SILENCE! Hold your insolent tongues! Aestren, capture the female! I will be wanting for entertainment once this is over. Leave this arrogant wretch to me, and you two! If you let the other escape, I will have your hides as leather!
>The one with the Axe, seemingly the second-in-command that had been spoken to, wandered in Melody's direction, heading over to the tree with a ponderous look on his face. Sure, he could climb up with all his armour on and try to move through all the awkward branches in metal plate, but it'd be easier just to chop the damned tree down.
>Meanwhile the other two, neither of whom had a large weapon of their own, continued to circle the flames to keep watch for Patrick, assuming that he might burn in there or attempt to escape.
>Finally, the largest of them all turned to face the newcomer, a sadistic grin appearing over his beastly face, speaking this time in common out of a twisted kind of courtesy.
Tall words for youngling. Recognise your smell, but no fear from me. True Thunder God vicious, powerful, you? Cleaver will cut in two!
>Without a moment more's delay, the fierce creature leapt in the fighter's direction but found himself feeling off balance and landing awkwardly, most likely due to the stumble he'd taken earlier. Regardless, he brought his mighty weapon upward with what strength his numb arms could muster, attempting to both slice and launch the body before him into the air.