Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
season
Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
Usually as the sun began to set the sounds of Hussle and bustle began to settle down. But in the busy downtown of loresette things weren't always so simple. There were those staying late working on projects in their offices. Those simply out to have a night on the town. The mixture of tourists and residents mingling as the many businesses rushed to cater to them before closing. The most obvious of these was the many restaurants and bars that sprung up throughout the businesses district. Rushing people in and out of their doors with organized effectiveness. As for some their night had just begun, and others it was already coming to a close. Such was the case at one restaurant. As deep behind the buildings, hidden in a dark alley. A single door opened up, letting loose the pungent smell of oil, and loud clamoring of the kitchen. A single figure stepping out.
Having just finished his shift jotting down orders and collecting tips Dane exited through the back of the restaurant. Stepping into the pale yellow light coming from a single bulb above. Work hadn't been great, but wasn't all that bad either. Just the normal amount of stress that came along with being a part of the service industry. As the large door creaked closed behind him Dane let out a sigh of relief. One hand nimbly racing down the front of his jacket and opening the buttons, before tossing the garment over his shoulder. "Damn needy folks..." He grumbled to himself as he began to make his way down the quiet passage. Breaking the stillness with each click of his heels. Though most would have preferred to exit on to the main Street. Dane was much more contempt sticking to the much less crowded alleys. Often finding all of the people to be quite the hassle to be around. And as he turned down a corner he continued on his path, unfazed by the lack of appropriate lighting in the small space. As he had clearly taken this path several times before. Even being so comfortable as to light up a cigarette. Not really paying attention to anything else besides the path ahead of him.
Vittoria's Father had died before she was even sixteen, but she could still smell him, see him, hear him if she just lay somewhere quiet in the dark under the stars and closed her eyes. She had always thought that Father’s skill with blades came from and stopped at his ability to carve beautiful things out of wood. And then she watched him re-learn how to kill from a distance and learned those skills from him, and she understood that while she knew Father, she did not know the man he’d been before he had anybody to call him that name. There were hundreds of tricks and skills to acquire and perfect; a whole natural world to learn to read.
There was symbolism in everything if you opened your eyes to it. If you did not, you would live a sad, blinded life, never knowing the flower that fell in your hair was a blessing for a good day ahead or that the coin you sent rolling into the ditch was a sign of the disaster that would come later.
Vittoria yawned and grabbed her bottle of wine, that she had bought just a few hours before, as she looked down on the city below her, she scanned the streets and the alleyways for people to kill or people are looking for an assassin to hire, since she new was to this city she wanted to get as much information as she could before she sought out the brotherhood.
She looked at her bottle and sighed before chucking it down the road, after a few seconds she could hear a crash of shattering class and smiled to herself. The red-haired assassin stood up and started to walk along the roof keep an eye out..
The air was sharp as knives against Vittoria eyes as she peered through the fog to the street beyond. She had been perched silently on the roof of the terraced house since before dawn and the sun now hung lazily above the horizon. Her slender fingers had long since gone numb as she gripped her bow with white knuckles. She woe sturdy lace-up boots, scuffed with signs of wear and her pants were adorned with a number of small throwing knives. The inside of her tight jacket held an assortment of blades and a worn sheath of glinting arrows was strapped on her back.
The small armory she carried on her person was weightless and familiar. Her breath misted around her slender face and her steely blue eyes sat large in her slight features, as they flicked around her surroundings, observing every detail. A breeze picked wisps of red hair out of the tight braid that ran down her spine, circling her face like a sand storm. She tucked them back behind her ears impatiently.
Vittoria heard the scratch of a shoe on tiling. She turned just as a hooded man dropped down from behind the chimney. There was a knife two inches deep in his chest before his feet hit the tiles.
She had missed her chance. Sliding her bow onto her back, she stalked to the rear of the roof, easing the knife out of the deceased hit man as she went. She dropped down from the roof and landed in a silent crouch.
She hugged the wall and peered around the corner to look at the crowd.
The man who appeared behind her had his hand around her throat before she heard him. Certainly better trained than the previous attacker, she thought. Despite being caught off guard, Vittoria soon had her forearm pinned against his throat as she held him against the wall. Using her other hand, she pushed on his wrist, forcing the knife to drop with a clatter onto the cobblestones. The shadow of his hood kept his face hidden, but she saw his eyes widening as her thin dagger pierced his stomach, easing up through his ribcage. Sliding him to sit against the icy wall, she moved silently to peer around the corner once again.
The street was deserted. An impatient grunt escaped Vittoria's lips as she stalked down the street. This should have been simple she seethed she continued to walk not watching where she was going she ran in to a man .
Night was always Dane's favorite time of day. Wether it be due to his reclusive nature, or the dead wolf's blood pumping through his veins he wasn't very sure. Regardless he enjoyed it none the less. The crispness of the air, the lack of crowds, but most of all. The silence. As he often found himself becoming overstimulated when presented with large crowds. His senses much more keen than that of a normal human. Yet much less so than a true Lycan. Falling somewhere in the middle.
He was dressed quite formally as was required of his job. Slick black pants, and a crisp white button down shirt. Adorned with a black jacket and tie. All of which seemed cleanly pressed and tailor fitted to his form. Yet having left his job his outfit had become a little less eloquent. As his tie hung loosely around his collar. The top few buttons of his shirt open exposing his skin to the night air. And revealing just the faintest gimpse of the scar from his collar. In one hand held the jacket he had been wearing just minutes before. The other repetitively bringing the cigarette back and forth from his lips.
Little did much to distract him from his thoughts as he walked. Too busy decompressing from a day's work. Even with the sound of a bottle breaking in the distance Dane didn't even flinch. Figured it had to be some vagrant. His ears only twitching reflexively at the sound. Yet moments later something did cause him to stop in place rather abruptly. A smell to be more exact.
At first he thought he was mistaken, perhaps even confused. But as the strange copper smell continued to fill his nose he felt his stomach begin to turn in knots. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the small passage. Eyes darting back and forth between the intersecting paths that led between the buildings. He continued to sniff at the air every few moments, carefully guiding himself toward the source. He continued to get closer and closer even as he made little progress forward, almost as if the scent was moving toward him as well. Until suddenly something or someone collided with him. He didn't get time to register what was happening before he found himself having a more unfortunate problem. As the cigarette he was smoking was smashed into his face, sending ash and sparks everywhere.
Letting out a Yelp the silver haired male stumbled backward a few steps, quickly trying to wipe the embers and soot off of his face. "Jeez! Watch where the hell you're going!" He said glancing toward the figure. Yet he couldn't quite make out anything, his senses having been assaulted. Causing his vision to blurr, his face to sting. And perhaps worst of all, he had lost the scent. Everything now just smelling charred.
The man she ran in yelped with pain and tried to wipe something away from his face as he said "Jeez! Watch where the hell you're going!" Vittoria groaned groaning as she held her head "fuck, you need to watch out" she said staggering to her feet her hand on her head wincing a little as her jacket bellowed slightly when she got up showing off the daggers that where hidden just moments ago but they where now on the scattered on the ground at least there was only a few. she quickly picked them up and put them back in there rightful home, looking down she realized her hands where still covered in the young assassins blood ' shit!' Vittoria thought as she quickly hid her hands , she was even more pissed now, she had missed her kill, she ran in to a man and someone hadjust tried to assassinate her,'well not any more they had a freaking 3 inch hole in his chest now' she chuckled at this "basterd,"
this was her killing grounds no one was gonna take it away from her not even the dam TRS, she winced a little her head ached as the breeze carried the cries of the crow's, sirens and the sent of blood, the sirens where most likely on the way to the corps she had discarded only moments ago, letting out a long sigh she blushed back her long red hair but it was only lifted by the breeze and back in her face, she tucked it behind her ears again impatiently.
Over the years, as her reputation had evolved, she no longer had to venture into the dank alleyways to retrieve her payment, often having to fight for her meager handful of coins. Now she was paid up front, her clients aware of her fierce wit and ferocious skills.
Vittoria looked down at the man that she had ran in to getting a good look at him she saw that he was tall differently taller then her he wore Slick black pants, a crisp white button down shirt it was. Adorned with a black jacket and tie. cocking her head she eyed him for a long moment trying to figure out what his job was All of his clothes where cleanly pressed and it was like they where tailor fitted to his form. she snapped her gaze back his vary muscular form. " Are you done swotting away the fly's? Little puppy?" The assassin asked her voice was cold as ice, she hoped she had hit a nerve she really wanted to piss someone else off, leaning against the light poll waiting for his reaction.
As Dane staggered back he lost his grip on his jacket. Sending the garment falling down to the gritty pavement. Yet he didn't seem to take any notice. Instead focused on getting back to his feet and clearing his vision as quickly as possible. Pausing only momentarily to grumble something under his breath. Provoked by the woman's response. Yet he wasn't quite ready to jump to conclusions. After all it was understandable for someone to act hostile after being spooked. Especially having it happen at night, and in a back alley of all places.
~clang~
Though Dane had temporary lost the use of his sight, and smell. His sense of hearing was perfectly fine. His ears twitched slightly at the sound of metal on stone. His forearm lowered from his eyes slowly. Looking over the partly blurred woman in front of him as she let out another insult in his direction. As the woman began to come into focus he prayed that she had just knocked something over. But it became obvious of the contrary after a few moments. The way she was standing, the slight glints from under her jacket, the ringing of the sirens in the distance. But most of all, the smell that had begun to creep back into his nose. "The blood..." He muttered.
His focus was now entirely on the figure in front of him. Unsure of the woman's intentions. Though one thing was certain. That the sickly smell was definitely coming from her direction. He remained calm on the outside. Yet internally he was feeling quite uneasy. The scent bringing up memories that he would much rather forget. It wasn't until the woman made another comment that Dane began to loose his composure.
His eyes suddenly seemed to cut into the woman like daggers with her remark. Hands curling slowly into fists with anger. "What did you just say?" He said, his words dropping with spite. "Who the hell are you?"
The silver-haired mans mutter hit Vittoria's ears as if he had yelled it in her face, she quickly looked around making sure no one was around she had been careless with the body, careless with her killing another assassin in just a short time and in plain sight but rule four crept in to head as the thought about killing that other assassin she had not payed respect to the body she had just left there: whenever you kill, always pay the departed soul the respect it deserved. The words were unfamiliar, in a language nobody spoke anymore and few even knew about. But her father had pressed them from her tongue enough times that she was easily able to kneel before the man with the eyes open that now saw nothing and repeat the phrase she would say many times over in her head or out loud from that moment forward.
“Wena akhalipha.” You are brave. “Kodwa mna liphile.” But I am braver. “Enkosi uzinikela imela yam.” Thank you for giving yourself to my knife.
Vittoria shook her head from the memory yet she had been careless with the blood that currently stained her hands. with red hair swirling around in the crisp biting air of night, The assassin did not know his man, did not know what he was capable of she could have been killed in an instant so she slid her hand in her jacket and pulled out a wickedly sharp knife from within the darkness,
Suddenly a chill soaked through her armor in to her skin and down her spine she wiped her head to look straight in to the pale almost silvery eyes of the man, her eyes flicked to the hands what where now slowly curling in to fists, she would not help but chuckle at his words "What did you just say?" she felt the words drip with spite, with anger at what she had said " I said Are you done swotting away the fly's?" she paused then added with a slight snarl " Little puppy?" she whirled the knife in her hands expertly as her power crept forward.
From the darkness cased by the streetlights that envelop the two, tendrils of magic whirled, swayed and gathered power and the began to snake out of the darkness it headed to the lights the lined that empty ally one by one they flickered and when out sending them in to darkness the assassin smiled as the man spoke "Who the hell are you?"
" who the hell am I? let's see...little puppy... I am an assassin, I am a murder, I am a thief in the night, am a girl who absolutely loves a good braw when in a bad mood" she chuckled at her own words as she eyed him. due to her night vision Vittoria could make out every detail to the grass growing in the stone to the scar that was on the pissed off mans face " now let me ask you the same little puppy Who in the hell are you?"
'oh this is ganna be fun'
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Never say more than necessary
tagged: @dane
ooc: welp.... here sorry for it not being as good as the first one
Even with his vision still partially impaired Dane was able to make a few details of the woman. The majority of her figure was obscured by her rather long jacket. Giving her the appearance of someone larger while concealing the many tools she had on her. The glints of the steel showing briefly between the gaps every few moments. But most noticably of all was the woman's flowing red locks. Giving him at least some point of reference for the darkly dressed assailant.
His ears continued to twitch slightly as he did his best to better understand his surroundings. Having to rely on his other senses more than usual. His head cocking slightly as he could have sworn he heard the woman muttering something. Yet he couldn't quite make it out. But before he had time to think more on the matter the woman suddenly revealed a knife. Pointing it in his direction. And as she continued to provoke him a deep somewhat inhuman growl came from the man. Clearly not amused with her antics.
He wanted to punch her lights out then and there. The muscles in his legs tensing up as he prepared to lunge forward. Yet he quickly stopped as he noticed his vision suddenly getting worse. As everything around the two started to become darker. He blinked a few times in confusion as he swore he hadn't injured himself that bad. Only to notice a nearby light suddenly become snuffed out. 'Shit!' Dane thought to himself at the sudden realization. His suspicions only being confirmed as the red head answered his previous question.
Suddenly all of the pieces began to fall together. The sirens, the smell of blood, and the mysterious stranger. If he had more time he would have found it slightly amusing. The thought of literally catching someone red handed. But his current situation didn't call for thinking. Not only were the authorities likely on their way, but who knows what or who else the woman may have attracted. And so close to his place of work none the less. It was enough to give the silver haired male a headache.
But before he could deal with any of those problems he had to deal with the one standing in front of him. His main concern was getting away from the area. But to do that he had to get around the woman who seemed in no rush to let him escape. "I'm no one you should be concerned with." He said, bounding forward with a tremendous leap. Not yet willing to reveal his true nature he lunged toward her hand. Attempting to grab her wrist holding the knife in order to disable her. Trying his best to make use of his inhuman speed to try and catch her off guard.
Dane's chest rose and fell with each breath. Eyes cautiously scanning back and forth as he prepared himself for anything to happen. Still unsure of what exactly the woman was capable of. Yet from what she had said before he had gotten at least somewhat of an idea of who she was. She was an assassin. The kind of person whom preferred to keep to the darkness. Someone who relief more on their cunning than strength. Something he noted to remember as he prepared to engage with the woman.
He could hear his heart thumping in his ears as he contemplated his next actions. Unsure whether to run or attack. Yet his time to decide was dwindling as quickly as the light around the two. Giving him little options other than to rush the woman in hopes of catching her by surprise. And as his feet carried him forward he did exactly that. The woman seeming to be in a daze for a moment as he quickly closed the gap between the two. His hand latching onto her wrist. "Gotcha." He said with a smirk, his grip tightening as soon as he felt himself grab hold. And as she dropped the knife he felt relieved. Hoping she would give up at this point, having been disarmed. "Now are you goi-" He began to say until he noticed a flash of movement from the woman's other hand. Revealing another knife from within her robes. His eyes grew wide as he began to backpedal, having put himself easily in rage for her to attack him. Yet luckily he managed to dodge just in time. The blade flying dangerously close to his face. Just barely avoiding grazing his flesh before sending a small tuft of his bangs flying.
Simultaneously Dane lost his grip on the woman. Leaving him back where he had started just moments ago. "Shit.." He mumbled, regaining his balance. The woman continuing to provoke him after having stopped his advance. He let out a small growl at her words, taking one step forward ready to continue his assault. Yet he noticed something as he began to move, a slight glint over the woman's shoulder. But before he could make out the object it was flying toward him. Giving him barely any time to move out of the way. The dark blade grazing his arm and sending a scatter of blood. The sleeve of his shirt slowly staining red with the hit.
He grit his teeth with pain as he felt the sting of an open wound. But he wasn't given any time to pause as he noticed several more glints appearing behind the woman. As they zoomed forward he quickly darted back and forth, narrowly managing to avoid each before finally getting a chance to breathe. 'Well this is just great...' He thought, trying to think of some way to deal with this new situation. "Well pulling out a knife doesn't make you exactly innocent.. besides it looks like you drew first blood." He said with a slight snarl. "And I'm going to make you regret it little red."
As he spoke there was a strange sound around the man. Like a straining of sorts as the fabric on his shirt suddenly seemed to get tighter. The fingers on his hands seemingly elongating along with his nails. His teeth seeming to sharpen. But most notably of all was the small patches of fur that began appearing around his jawline, and down his arms. Covering his hands and bursting out from the tear from before. All the while he continued to snarl softly. His feet carrying him along slowly as he started to seemingly circle the woman, sizing up his prey.
Blood splattered on the cobble as the knife she had flung just moments ago just grazed her target "well shit" she said as she the knife faded back into the darkness. she could see a tare in his white shirt now stained with red she could also see the wound on his arm as blood poured out of the wound. "Well pulling out a knife doesn't make you exactly innocent.. besides it looks like you drew first blood." the man snarled at her as Vittoria added " well you gave me no choice....it was either be killed by you, run or fight......I don't want to die so that's a no, I don't wanna run so that's also a no, so the logical choice was to fight""And I'm going to make you regret it little red." she was a little startled at this new nickname. " little red??" she questioned out loud more to herself than to the man that was changing.... wait?
she clenched her daggers tight as she realized that he really was changing in to what she did not know.... she watched in fascinated horror at her assailant as there was a strange sound around the silver-haired man as if it was like bones here snapping and realigning in the wrong places, she could see the fabric on his shirt suddenly seemed to get tighter threatening to rip off his body as it got bigger more powerful. his fingers seemingly elongating along with his nails. she could see his teeth glint in the darkness as they seeming began to sharpen. But most notably of all was the small patches of fur that began appearing around his jawline, and down his arms, it covering his hands and burst out from the tear from where she had struck him.
" well fuck".
she could not help but remember after nine hours of ruthless training, how her legs had ached and her wrists burned from holding up the wooden sparring blades. Her palms were calloused and rough, decorated with a galaxy of bruises. She had sat with her legs in a tangle in front of her, with her head dipped forward, the strands of hair like a curtain around her pink face. Her eyes burned with denied tears and her chest rose and fell quickly as she concentrated on keeping herself in control. It was all about control.
She would not cry.
She would not be weak.
She would not break.
It was the closest she had come to give up in all the eight years she had spent at the creed. but this mangy mutt would not take her down tonight in the dusty ally in gods know what town, Vittoria watched him as he circled her as if he was sizing up his prey. and indeed he was, she sidestepped following the werewolf step for step.
" oh? so the puppy changed in to a wolf.... is it looking for a lost toy or maybe a bone?" she chucked and sprang without hesitation as her power shot out like an arrow through the night it changed from a dagger to a midnight black chain as it wrapped around his leg, she shot forward with just as much speed as the silver-haired man showed just moments ago, with her dagger in one hand and her katana in the other she aimed for the leg that had been chained.
Never say more than necessary
tagged: @dane
ooc: well.... who will win? will it be a draw a trues or something else?
find out in the next episode of Vittoria gets her ass beaten by a werewolf .
It didn't take long for Dane's transformation to fully take hold. Significantly less than that of a true Lycan. As he couldn't change all of his body. But enough of it to make quite a difference when it really counted. He let out quiet groans as his form shifted in a rather uncomfortable looking manner. His skin and bones creaking into their new positions. Giving quite a boost to his already stocky figure. Along with filling his mind with a slight haze. Reminding him to try and finish as quickly as possible. As staying in his feral form too long was problematic to say the least.
His eyes stayed locked on her figure, not willing to let her out of his sight for a moment. All the while staying mindful of the ink-like magic that had been creeping around the alley. Smothering even the shadows in darkness. 'Good now you saw it, so run.' Dane thought to himself. Hoping the sight of his true form would send her fleeing down the other end of the alley. And for a moment he thought she actually would. As a sensation began to emanate off the woman.
The chill of the air, the smell of sweat, her increased heart rate. It was fear. A grin broke wide across Dane's mouth revealing his sharpened fangs. The two of them begining to keep pace with each other as they danced around apprehensively. "Why don't you just run back to Granny's house." He said in response to her constant banter. The insults beginning to get under his skin. And as soon as the last word left his lips he noticed the woman leap forward. A clawed hand opening at his side. "Two can play at that game." He said leaping forward himself. Yet when one foot kicked forward, the other was stopped after just a few inches. Sending the male careening forward into the pavement. Angrily he looked backward to figure out the cause of his fall. Only for his heart to skip a beat for a moment as he noticed what was wrapped around his leg. "Chains?" He said nervously, the sight of the midnight black bonds sending a chill down his spine. Yet the sound of movement quickly reminded him that he didn't have time to panic. The woman still barreling down on him with blades drawn. He let out a groan, moving as quickly as possible to defend himself. He raised his arms using his forearms as shields. The woman's blades landing with a solid thump as they collided. Yet unlike her attack from before the woman would find much more resistance this time around. The edges having trouble dealing with his newly formed thick hide. Upon realizing this Dane grinned. His eyes darting up from the blades to meet Victoria's own. "My turn." He said reaching forward and grabbing a handful of the woman's jacket. Even from his kneeling position his strength was evident as he quickly jerked her to the side, only to release his grasp. Sending her flying backward.
As soon as he had put some distance between them he quickly got back to his feet. "Last chance.. run." He said trying to intimidate her once more. Yet even as he stood there something was off. As he had seemingly ignored the chain still coiled around his leg. With his strength it would be easy to remove such a thing. Yet he hadn't even made an effort.
Hearing his nervous words as he said chains gave the assassin a wicked idea as she barreling down on him but as Vittoria hit him her blades they landed with a solid thump as they collided with his silver furry chest The razer like edges of her blades where having trouble dealing with this man's no this beast's newly formed thick hide. Upon realizing this she looked up just in time to see the silver-haired beast-man grin. His eyes darted up from the blades to meet Victoria's own. "My turn." He said reaching forward and grabbing a handful of the woman's jacket. "what the fu--".
Vittoria was cut off as she was flung off of the man even from his kneeling position his strength was evident she should have realized it as soon as she saw him couch down she could see now that his muscles where taught ready for what she had in store, she should have seen it, she felt him quickly jerked her to the side, he released his grasp on her as she was sent flying backward towards a brick building. she could not no she would not die, not here and defiantly not now. without even thinking her magic gathered the surrounding darkness making the shadows somewhat dull in the pale light of the moon as it gathered in one spot.
Thud.
She hit the wall with enough force to blow the wind out of her lungs but it could have been a lot worse if her magic had not been there, she slumped on the ground for a long moment coughing and hacking as if she had been a smoker for her entire life her, she could feel something warm travel down her side so she moved her hand to the spot and winced as a bolt of pain shot through her, 'bastard' she thought as her red hair covered her face. she stood regaining her breath once more she tucked her hair behind her ears impatiently as she stood up she felt a sharp breeze as her eyes landed on the man's. " oh but I can't run back to granny's house" Vittoria said in response to the silver-haired man.
" She got eaten by a big bad wolf.... but it looks like the woodsman failed to do the job... I guess ill have to do it for him " she said in her most innocent voice with that she smiled but it soon faded away as she saw that he had put some distance between them he quickly got back to his feet. "Last chance.. run." He said trying to intimidate her once more. The red-haired assassin almost burst out laughing at his so-called 'intimidation'.
Then she saw that her chain was still coiled around the werewolf's leg as soon as she saw it an idea formed in her head. Vittoria called the darkness around her and she pointed at him with her dagger as midnight chains twisted and slithered out of the allies darkest places she also pored more power into the one that was still attached to him as it slowly started to travel up his leg tightening along the way. ignoring his last words Vittoria said sneering "who's got who now?" she watched him and crouched down twirling her shadow Katana as she waited for his next move.
Dane winced somewhat sympatheticly as he heard the woman crash into the red brick of the building. As his intentions weren't to kill her or anything. Just knock some sense into her, perhaps get her to run off. And as he saw her slump to the ground he could only hope it had worked. The woman coughing up a lung for a few moments as she tried to recover.
Given the brief pause and the woman's state Dane used the time to take a few glances at the thing that had bound his leg. The strange black magic still there. It was tight, sure. Yet not enough to cause him any real pain. Although it constricting his movements was bad enough. The real problem was in the fact he couldn't remove it even though he desperately wanted to. The form her magic had decided to take being rather unfortunate for the silver haired male.
Yet he wasn't given much time to ponder on ways out of the bonds before he noticed the woman getting back to her feet. Seemingly more determined than before he had thrown her. Her constant jabs and retorts provoking him further. However there was little he could do being stuck in place. Slightly regretting not having used his opportunity to force her to release him. But he couldn't dwell on mistakes. He had to stay focused on finding a way to beat the woman. His option of escape having disappeared as soon as his leg was caught.
She began to raise her knife toward him. His eyes narrowed, his fists clenched. And he prepared for her to make another rush at him. Yet instead she summoned her darkness once more. Causing tendrils of midnight black chains to crawl like snakes out of every small crook and corner. As he noticed them Dane did something he thought he never would, as he actually growled at the things. He would have even tried to back up, had it been possible for him currently. His breathing became heavy as the things got closer to him. The problem only getting worse as the one already coiled around his leg began to tighten, attempting to even climb higher. He let out a soft groan, eyes still locked on the numerous objects headed toward him.
And as the first got close it acted just like it's serpentine movements implied. Coiling back slightly before lunging toward him. Reflexively Dane's claws opened, swiping at the thing headed straight toward his chest. And as he made contact he found himself surprised. The black mass rippling away as he swiped through it. He grinned. Happy to know the things weren't indestructible. As a few more lunged he quickly swiped them down as well. Doing his best to manage the situation. Yet well aware he couldn't keep this up forever.
"Relying on cheap tricks. Can't fight me fai-" His words were cut short by a violent feeling thump to the back of his head. Relying too heavily on keeping his eyes on the woman Dane had forgotten one very important thing. To always check his back. He stumbled in place, feeling rather dazed by the blow. He began to growl once more, this time in the woman's direction. Yet before he could curse her out or even recover from the attack he realized something. The chain that had attacked him moments before hadn't merely smacked into him. "The hell?" As he felt the thing begin to writhe around the back of his neck he became incredibly worried. His hands frantically reaching behind him as he tried to claw at the thing. "Hey wait! Get this thing off!" Yet he was too late, the chain working it's way around his neck, tracing along the outline of his scar. Before clasping shut with a solid click.
As if on cue with the sound Dane's movements froze entirely. His eyes dilating. Then suddenly his hands darted away from his neck, and quickly to his chest. All of his muscles began to spasm at once as he let out a rather painful sounding shout. The fur on his arms started to fall away in patches. As his bones began to contort back into their original position. However this time it seemed much quicker than before. Much less intentional. His legs began to buckle under the pain, shaking as he tried his best to stay standing. Yet it wasn't enough, as his body flopped rather unceremoniously onto the ground writhing in pain. "B..bitch.." He managed to mutter as his last few bones clicked into place.
[attr="class","scrollydoo"]Vittoria watched with a grin on her face as she saw the silver beast man's claws opened and swing at the snake-like chains headed straight toward his chest she also saw his face was contorted in a surprised look as his claws made contact with the black chains she was also surprised that he had managed to swipe at it, with only a thought she had made the black mass rippling away as he made contact, the shadows disappeared going though his bare like claws as if nothing had happen,The assassin watched him as he grinned realizing that they weren't real.
her own smile disappeared giving him the illusion as if he was gaining the upper hand with a few more doges, swipes and lunges he had quickly swiped them down as well. But she had more tricks up her sleeve "Relying on cheap tricks. Can't fight me fai-" she focused on the darkness behind her as a large chain slowly creep out of the darkness and head towards the werewolf.
thump.
The red-headed assassin winced a little, she could seance more than feeling the thump as her chain as it hit the back of the man's neck 's hit she thought as he stumbled in place 'please don't die, please don't die' she whispered frankly in her head. As much as she likes fighting this guy she did not want to kill him, she hated to kill someone without getting a contract for them yet if it was like what happened with that assassin what had felt like moments ago it was a different story he had tried to attack..no tried to kill her. Vittoria eyed him as she realized that he was dazed by the blow. but before she could do anything she felt his growl travel deep in her chest " well fuck".
Yet before he could curse her out, recover or even attack her eyes widen as she realized he realized The chain that bumped into his head hadn't merely smacked into him. "The hell?" her chain begin to slide and writhe around the back of his neck carefully, standing up from her crouch saw that His hands where frantically reaching behind him as if he was trying to claw the thing off...... and he was. "Hey wait! Get this thing off!" but he was too late, the dark chain was working its way around his neck, it traced along the outline of his scar Vittoria realized. it clasped shut with a solid click.
As if someone had shot him with a silver bullet the man's movements froze. His eyes dilated. Making Vittoria jump at the sudden movement his hands darted away from his neck they quickly to his shirt ripped, dirt-stained, bloodied chest. her eyes widened as All of his muscles began to spasm at once as he let out a rather painful sounding shout. At that moment she wanted to forget about what had just happened and let his body fall on the hard stone but she felt like it would be more painful for him to be spasming on the hard stone then in her grasp. Continuing to watch him his fur on his arms started to fall away in patches leaving clean skin behind, his bones began to contort back into their original position with painful sounding pops and snaps.
However this time it seemed much quicker than before much less intentional. it was as if he just gave up. His legs began to buckle and sway with what she thought was the pain of the too swift transformation, Yet wasn't enough, as his body flopped rather unceremoniously onto the ground writhing... "B..bitch.." Vittoria heard him mutter as his last few bones clicked into place."A. that's, not a nice way to talk to your capture, and B. it's your fault for not making sure you back was clear" she chuckled walking to him tossing her dagger in the air." Listen to me, do you promise not to kill me? if I let you go because I feel really bad... well kinda" she asked as she willed the darkness to go over her body like mist. she swayed a little on her feet and winced as she realized she still had the gash on her side where he had thrown her, she put her hand to the wound and felt a warm sticky liquid on it " well shit that's not good" Vittoria breathed heavily as she slumped down next to the chained silver-haired man.
As upset as Dane was he couldn't properly express it. Unable to yell at the woman, or even get to his feet under his current circumstances. The pain from his transformation keeping him rooted in place. His body curled inward into a fetal position. His hands clinging to the black metal around his neck. Unable to do more than touch the thing. His body not allowing him to try and remove it no matter how desperately he wanted too. As the pain began to fade he glanced over to the woman making her way toward his now human form. Liking her less as she mocked him for not seeing the attack coming. As her feet clicked on the pavement drawing ever closer he growled up at the woman. The noise cut short by a pain in his chest, turning the intimidating sound into a groan.
As she looked down on him with her knife in hand he looked up to her. A fury in his eyes. He hadn't expected the woman to have some kind of dirty trick up her sleeve. Certain that he likely wouldn't have gotten another chance to get close enough to the woman with her darkness keeping him at bay. But even with her being so close, and his body being at least somewhat recovered. He didn't attempt to attack her. The redhead having more of an upper hand than she realized. "Kill you?! I was just trying to leave. You're the one who pulled a knife. And you reek of someone else's blood! Why the hell should I trust you not to kill me?" He said suspiciously. Unsure as the darkness started to swirl around her. "Just remove this thing..."
He wanted to shout, to curse her out. To rush to his feet and Grab hold of her, damanding to be let go. But she held all the cards. That is until she suddenly seemed to realize her injuries from before. Her body slumping over in front of him. He couldn't help but at least feel slightly bad. The injury being completely his fault. Yet he hadn't expected her to hit the wall so hard. He let out a groan as he began to push himself up into somewhat of a kneeling position. "You're bleeding...." He said. His expression contorting slightly as he began to wrestle with his emotions. "Let me see it." He said somewhat begrudgingly.
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