A Very Pissed Necromancer
Posts: 20
(12/23/01 3:05 am)
Re: Duel
*Carmilla inhalded deeply, that creature was defeated, she paused staring oddly at him, her head tilted she raised her eyebrow*
"How does it feel. To taste death." She asked him not really waiting for an answer, she turned around looking about her arms extending as if showing off the carnage that insued.
Her arms dropped lazily after a moment, a grin spreading across her features she walked towards him slowly, watching his life drain away. Carmilla knelt next to him, her black eyes moving from his.
"Get used to it...because for what you've done, you'll do more than taste it...you'll live it." She hissed in his pointed ear, her caramel hand lifted turning his chin slightly to her a disgusted look etching her face as she looked at this purtrid creature closely.
Slowly she leaned in, her flushed lips meeting his bloodied ones, she sent a healing force into him, reviving him totally, not unlocking herself from him she reached down and grabbed her Katana from the ground turning it up and driving it into his chest.
Carmilla pulled her lips away quickly after that, his foul taste lingering, a sweet victory on her lips the blood that had crept its way out of his mouth painted itself onto her chin.
She then pushed the sword further into his chest, her knee coming up into his healed throat shoving him back, she stood pushing on him with her free hand onto his back. Her healing magic still working, his flesh and muscle healed around the blade.
"You move you die." She told him her knee still resting in this throat "Again." She added oddly her eyes misting her mouth twisting into a triumphant sneer while her hand rested on the hilt of her buried katana blade.
Headmistress Carmilla Crowe
Ravenclaw
((*shakes head at self* I do believe Carm is a bit off her rocker))
"Some people have a way with words, while others erm...thingy"
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 238
(12/23/01 3:52 am)
Re: Duel
Tehr was consumed by pain and shock at the actions performed on him, swallowing heavily eyes still wide in disbelief now, the fleeting respect gone, replaced with his own contemptuous disgust.
"You are no better than the mages, than the torturers, you disgust me." he spat up into her face, loathing for this creature that toyed with a man etching on his own features. A sneer forming over his face, his right hand resting down beside his leg, fingers gently finding the hilt to a long dagger strapped to his thigh.
A final burst of speed from him, muscles that moved in the chest slicing to ribbons inside ripping around the katana, pain flooding him as he reversed the dagger, pulling it towards and driving it upwards, punching through her lower back his scream of pain, his own breaking of pride, as he writhed himself on her sword in defiance of her, the dagger burying deeply before he lost strength and flopped down, massive arteries shredded inside, dying more with every instant as his blood rushed around inside him, trapped in his own body. Eyes wide, small shuddering whimpers held back by the gurgling of his own blood drowning him.
A Very Pissed Necromancer
Posts: 21
(12/23/01 4:42 am)
Re: Duel
*Carmilla as well broke her pride, screaming out fully stunned and in pain, she stood shakily only to drop to her knees again, her mouth gaping, for a moment, swallowing hard, she crawled slowly next to Tehr's dying figure
Her mouth now clenched refusing to let any more pain escape that way, ambling to her knees once again*
"Now you know how I felt." Carmilla answered before she reached his eyes, using his chained shirt to pull herself upright
"I told you...you will live death." She said to him coughing slightly her half-opened eyes meeting his wide dying ones
"I meant that." She finished swallowing hard, her hand raising and opening fully, her eyes watching it intently as a small black orb formed in it, she scrambled to her feet ignoring - for now - the blade that was dug into her back.
Slowly as she gained herself the black orb in her hand grew and shifted into an exact replica of her hand, it rose then lunged for his chest, sliding into it with a puff of black mist.
Carmilla eyes went white, her face setting itself into that dark calm as she watched Tehr's body arch and his mouth twist into a scream, her glare increasing as well as the mist around her white eyes.
Only moments later a lighter struggling shadow of Tehr was dragged out of his limp body, fighting with the black hand that wrapped itself around his throat. It drug him up to Carmilla's white-eyed gaze, hers locked on the faint yellow as she spoke in a deathly tone.
"Now its your turn to see what its like to live like a slave." She breathed to him her eyes flashing cruely as a black hole opened up behind Tehr's soul.
"You'll stay, in my trophy case, in a realm you couldn't even begin to believe existed until I need you for my bidding....enjoy your Eternyl Death." She finished slowly, his soul being let go by the black hand manifested from her dark magic.
He screamed his hollow death scream as he was sucked into the black vortex, his soul scrambling to get away from it a futile attempt. He was now kept away, as she said in a realm he couldn't begin to believe existed.
As the black hole closed Carmilla dropped to her knees, pain and exhaustion taking over her once again, her reached around her lower back and slowly slid the blade out, thankful it didn't dig in to its full length and very grateful it didn't meet her kidneys.
She cursed and threw the bloodied weapon onto Terh's limp chest, thick red liquid flowing freely from her wound down her sweaty bare flesh, grimacing, she concentrated hard trying to at least close up the ripped muscle inside her back.
Carmilla remained on all fours for a moment, her black eyes closed she felt that shredded muscle inside her heal. Sighing she got to her feet slowly and shakily using her hand and knee to push herself up right, grabbing her staff before she stood fully, retracting it as she did placing it back in her belt loop.
Slowly she stepped over to Tehr's falling figure her hand gripping her katana hilt and wrenching it out of his unmoving chest, she glared into his dead yellow eyes once again, flicking her blade only once, the creature's blood slapping off the stainless steel with that motion, splattering his face.
Carmilla inhaled one last time and turned on her heel, indian red waves of hair billowing behind her as she swept as fast as she could towards the exit, ready to finally get the hell out of there.
Headmistress Carmilla Crowe
Ravenclaw
"Some people have a way with words, while others erm...thingy"
Dark Creatures A Dark Creature
Posts: 239
(12/23/01 4:52 am)
Re: Duel
((ooc: Ouch, but aside from a happy feeling I have an odd song playing round and round my head.
"Ding Dong the Tehr is dead,
Which ol Tehr?
the wicked ol' Tehr" something similar to that.
No seriously now though, this character deserved that, evidence can be found in the archives, look around a bit))
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