Re: Scarlet Night: Call of the Carnivorous Moon
Posted: Tue May 28, 2019 1:49 am
Hell...gate?
It seemed to flutter about his mind. It stirred something in him, something that tickled his interest. He had known of them through the memories of the orc. Though he never met one himself Bora had heard their names spoken amongst the tavern folk. The rulers of this kingdom, a family of oddballs and by the look of this Nagase girl it was safe to say her claims to the family were checking out.
"Of what concerns the Astral I care not..."
He said sliding to a defensive stance, his nails sharp enough to make mincemeat out of most forms of flesh. The already terrified townspeople stammered away for fear these two beings would clash here in this very village. Normally he would not have cared, but they were remnants of the orc pride still beating in Allen's chest. He was wary of this Hellgate, but there was no guarantee he would be able to take her on without using the full extent of his powers...of which would differently kill the natives. His cat-like peeper shifted between her and the fumbling idiot tripping over himself. He rolled his eyes, he held his arm from reaching out as her energy manifested. The more she spoke the more curious he became, his desire to speak with the wood would be respected. If she was so concerned about the Choas and what they deserved she could not also risk the lives of these folks. He would be heard.
"Although... I guess I could have some business there..."
He said as his eyes narrowed. He stared at her, his glare giving nothing but devotion in his next words.
"But not before I speak with the wood... After and only after I have done that to the Astral I will go."
His naten began to gradually to saturate his form he did not take his eyes off her. Life essence encompassed his frame its slight vermillion hue radiating off his body. Choices, Bora had chosen to lay down his life for human kind. He had chosen
" Speaking of choices you really care about the Chaos comply, though, on your abilities I may not be solid in my knowing, I can assure you if we engage this village will perish...I do not wish this, nor to sully the Orcs wish to protect these flickers of dust..."
That was no threat, he may not know much of his abilities nor the true scope or origins, but he knew enough to know these villagers would not survive a clash of the two. Allen by instinct despite this soft gesture of compromise holistically found the specs to be inconsequential. But for now, at least, they served as some form of a bargaining tool. If they failed, then they died, that blood would be spilled by two this time and not just Allen alone. His body relaxed as he again slipped into a defensive stance. His naten dug itself into the earth and began to weave itself into the ground like rich fertilizer.
"Again, if you please, joining is a choice, forfeiting the lives of these people is another."
It was a gamble but it would reveal whether her intentions were in truth and give more light to who she was a person what he cared for....what she valued.
"What will it be Nagase?"
It seemed to flutter about his mind. It stirred something in him, something that tickled his interest. He had known of them through the memories of the orc. Though he never met one himself Bora had heard their names spoken amongst the tavern folk. The rulers of this kingdom, a family of oddballs and by the look of this Nagase girl it was safe to say her claims to the family were checking out.
"Of what concerns the Astral I care not..."
He said sliding to a defensive stance, his nails sharp enough to make mincemeat out of most forms of flesh. The already terrified townspeople stammered away for fear these two beings would clash here in this very village. Normally he would not have cared, but they were remnants of the orc pride still beating in Allen's chest. He was wary of this Hellgate, but there was no guarantee he would be able to take her on without using the full extent of his powers...of which would differently kill the natives. His cat-like peeper shifted between her and the fumbling idiot tripping over himself. He rolled his eyes, he held his arm from reaching out as her energy manifested. The more she spoke the more curious he became, his desire to speak with the wood would be respected. If she was so concerned about the Choas and what they deserved she could not also risk the lives of these folks. He would be heard.
"Although... I guess I could have some business there..."
He said as his eyes narrowed. He stared at her, his glare giving nothing but devotion in his next words.
"But not before I speak with the wood... After and only after I have done that to the Astral I will go."
His naten began to gradually to saturate his form he did not take his eyes off her. Life essence encompassed his frame its slight vermillion hue radiating off his body. Choices, Bora had chosen to lay down his life for human kind. He had chosen
" Speaking of choices you really care about the Chaos comply, though, on your abilities I may not be solid in my knowing, I can assure you if we engage this village will perish...I do not wish this, nor to sully the Orcs wish to protect these flickers of dust..."
That was no threat, he may not know much of his abilities nor the true scope or origins, but he knew enough to know these villagers would not survive a clash of the two. Allen by instinct despite this soft gesture of compromise holistically found the specs to be inconsequential. But for now, at least, they served as some form of a bargaining tool. If they failed, then they died, that blood would be spilled by two this time and not just Allen alone. His body relaxed as he again slipped into a defensive stance. His naten dug itself into the earth and began to weave itself into the ground like rich fertilizer.
"Again, if you please, joining is a choice, forfeiting the lives of these people is another."
It was a gamble but it would reveal whether her intentions were in truth and give more light to who she was a person what he cared for....what she valued.
"What will it be Nagase?"