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Open The Demand of Man

#1

Tywin much liked the west. There was a meloncholy that hung in the dark woods that reminded him of a realm he'd almost procured himself, if it hadn't been for... well... outside forces. Had the construction of Elysium's politics not fallen into ruin, perhaps he would have fought for the rank... pushed his limits, weaved the words and made the necessary arrangements. But time had soured him, and his tastes reached for new heights. Heights such as these western summits.

Berg-Risi, the fabled cornerstone of the Tryggr Empire, hung overhead in with a commanding, obsidian silhouette in reminder of just who reigned over these hallowed forests. But... the trees had truly faded here. Their congestion was minimal, their breakage well enough to get an image cracked grey overhead, through the enriching canopy of garnet and citrine. He followed a rather pathetic stream that had broken from Blar through the twisted and jagged mountain side, through this last ditch of the south-western forest, and now into the breaking light of the overcast and dismal day. Despite the steely clouds hanging low in the sky, the ice masked man squints into the heightened light, his serpentine eyes following the harsh edges of a land quite... unique.

A fissure ran deep and winding into the Tryggr mountains. Perhaps in times of old a beast had taken one gulping bite from the stone and swallowed it, like the other divines of the realm. The soil was rich, ladden with thin layers of greenery that could sustain some hungry mouths. His muzzle dipped, veiling his visage with his inky locks, but still those dazzling sapphires pieced through the veil as they studied this new place... Absently his hooves pricked him forward, dark flecks of sod splashing upon the icy marks of his robust appendages. A natural parting of the summits funnel his path along the shallow stream as he waltzes into the steep shadows of Arrhule. There is an awe to his eyes that not many would otherwise notice. An admittance of grandeur, love at first sight.

'Love?' his mind quips at him, in a stranger's voice he does not recognize. A faint smirk wrinkles the corner of his glacier velveteens, and he jerks his nape back to shoo away the cascading volumes of his mane. Yes... he thinks so... With a delicate squint of his eye he casts his gaze to the halo crowned cliffs above, further penetrating this unknown ravine that has quietly rested here in secrecy. The First Son of Traegur takes a deep draw with his nares, letting it mull on his palette. Not a single perfume nor cologne of equine... only the dull scent of wildlife. The stream crescendos into what is best described as a pond, and the male halts only after wading to the center. Beneath his skin, it feels as if something is buzzing. It is a foreign sensation, one he is entirely taken aback by. A moment his gaze drops, and nape curling, and he eyes the lines of his muscled chest.

Was it simply childish glee from his discovery? His overwhelming desire to claim? Or was this something more...


W C: 525
T A G: Storyteller
M U S E: 4/5
O O C: Whoops, Tywin is in love
TYWIN


Name: Tywin
Link to Profile: Here
Item(s): Arcana Endowment
Requirements: None, 5 Required Posts
powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Tywin]

#2

be swift!


Something is happening!

Lurking in the shadows of the pool, aquatic with sharp teeth come to bite the man who dare enter its home so arrogantly. Just as quickly as this creature came and took but a chunk of his flesh, it vanished, leaving only a small wound to turn the crystal pool crimson. No more would it flow like water, but the substance was viscous and warm, duplicating at such an alarming rate that magic no doubt was involved.

As it swirled and corrupted all that it touched, turning the pristine foliage black with ichor, the place in which the stallion had not touched bubbled as if boiling. It was then that the stallion could notice the way the liquid pulled from it's otherwise defined construct, molding this boiling center to be something that it previously had not. One leg formed, then another, crawling upwards as if were being birthed from the womb of the earth. The wildlife that had surrounded this place had all but gone silent, holding its breath as if praying to any god this abomination would not find it and hunt it.

When at last the form before the stallion had solidified, the boiling nature of the blood and water shimmered into a mirage; a mirror image of the man himself. There was no fault in its mimicry, and it stood with the same sapphire eyes burring into the original's. Whatever this creature was, it snorted and took a stance that suggest a fight was imminent and unavoidable.

Tywin has been challenged by a reflection of himself! Will he be able to beat this clone  in force or will he seek an alternate way to defeat it?

Tag: @[Storyteller]

#3

A hiss escaped the stallion, his fore snapping from the waters as the first drops of crimson beaded along the small cut. His gaze dropped to it, sapphire visionaries slits against his icy mask. He supposed that was what he deserved siding to err without caution. Lazily some would describe the way his eyes watched as the pond swelled with the single droplet of blood. Another, and the stain grew only deeper, richer, and spread to the pond's edges. A single audit flicked back and Tywin lowered his hoof back into the rock bed of the stream. Beneath the shadows of his brow and oblivion tresses, he eyed the peculiar movements of the water - well... could he call it that? It hardly appeared as such anymore. What little highlights danced along the pond surface there were happened to be dampened further by the rich garnet of the new color. Every movement, from the ripples that expanding from his hooves, to the gentle folds from a sweeping breeze were accentuated by the viscosity and hue.

And then... it bubbled.

For the first time in... well, perhaps most of Tywin's life, the brute's brow knit together with the brushing kiss of confusion. It seemed with the growing boil of the blood stained water, the prickle beneath his skin too increased. Hornets buzzed beneath his skin, their grasping feet tap dancing along his bones, and the hum of their wings bristled his flesh with goose pimples. Simultaneously, a form emerged from the pond, manifesting with the prickle. There was a jarring moment where Tywin found himself unaware of... well, the circumstances of which brought this macabre turn of events. But as a true figure undulated forward from the earth, catching itself with some resemblance of an equine, Tywin's cold gaze flicked momentarily to the small, minuscule laceration upon his cornet, before they flicked back upwards to an image not unlike himself as it stood erect. "Surely not..."

Rolling through the crimson like true sapphire gemstones, eyes emerged upon the visage of the creature before him, it's form solidifying in a perfect image of himself. Gears of his mind's eye whirring, constructing the turn of events with an accurate deduction, a turned on Tywin's glacier lips and the giddy that resided beneath his flesh climaxed with the buzzing of thousands of flies. Fleck of liquid that was not wine sprayed from the creatures nostrils as they flared and it's body rolled into a defensive nature, but Tywin remained still. Visage narrowing with a slight arch of his nape, his unmelting, icy visionaries bore at their brothers. His heightened intelligence wasn't needed to deduct what his clone suggested. And was Tywin ever a man to back from a challenge? "So be it."

His ears felt red hot and swollen, stuffed with cotton and petals so that the buzzing within his body grew to such breadths it was almost unbearable. Adrenaline released in some natural reaction spurred by the codes his brain fired, and with it his hooves drug through the stones for a wide stance. A moment he lingered here, watching his mimic, simply marveled by it's construction. Then he charged.


W C: 526
T A G: Storyteller
M U S E: 5/5
O O C: Attacks 0/5, Dodges 0/3
Tywin is simply rushing his opponent with no actual intention of attacking. He's more interested to see how the mimic is going to react by his advance.
TYWIN

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Tywin]

#4

be swift!


Something is happening!

The abomination that dared take the form of this stranger did nothing, not at first. But when the original willed himself to bolt forward, the muscles under the blood-copy's skin tensed and recoiled; unleashing itself into a full sprint to come and meet the stag full force. The light in it's eyes was nonexistent, deadpanned stare never blinking. But the intent to kill was no less evident.

The abomination's mouth opened, ready to sink its teeth--teeth that, if one looked closely was swarming with maggots and flesh eating insects--into the supple flesh of the original's neck and spread what ever kind of disease it possessed. For surely something rotting from the inside like this could be nothing but plagued by foul health.

The copy uttered nary a sound of exertion or frustration, no sound of battle or war-cry. it was silent, save for the heavy breathing from it's bleeding nose. It seeks to destroy, and so; with out knowing the outcome of it's bite, the creature throws its weight toward the original. By now, one might notice the way its skin crawls from the other side--like snakes or worms moving just beneath the skin.

It begged the question: what was this creature? What lurked beneath the skin?

Regardless, the abomination of the stag seemed unrelenting. When at last it had its footing sturdy, the creature turned and bolted from the original, ready to circle back around and attack once more as a choking cough spattered blackened blood along the dried river floor.

Tywin's copy has begun its assault! Overcome ones self to attain power or flee!

Tag: @[Storyteller]

#5

Tywin had thought that the abomination, being a mimic, would have shadowed his movements. It was a logical deduction, at the very least. And in the beginning, Tywin had considered that it was in fact the case. With his surge forward, the creature woven together with thick, meaty veins like coiling snakes too shot forward, fangs bore. Tywin had only smell the beast's breath in it's lurching assault to immediately dig his hooves into the dry pond bed. Stones skittered, toppling away, and causing the laceration upon his cornet to buzz with discomfort. Formation not unlike an unskilled reiner, Tywin's robust extremities back peddled to avoid the maggot riddled fangs bearing down at it.

So it did not mimic him, nor did it seem all to inclined to remain within Tywin's arsenal of tactics. Truly, it was a monster of it's own conviction. The more and more the beast moved (it was now barreling towards him, attempting to dislodge Tywin simply with brute force, but Tywin's own stained fangs bared back at the unrelenting force of flesh that sough so feverishly to harm him) the stallion considered alternative means of offense. Originally, he had planned of reacting entirely out of the usual for himself, for back to his earlier deductions he considered that the beast would move in an image of his own. But it was not the case. As the space between the creature and the mottled gunmetal stud lessened - and whether or not his viper's strike met flesh or not - Tywin's confidence in such an idea too began to vanish. Brute strength it seemed. Nothing to aid him now.

Finally the beast relented, recoiling back for distance with a sputtering cough. Tywin's hooves clacked among the pond bed stones, skittering across them to keep his hind quarters away from his opponent's line of attack, but he was not so focused to miss the tell tale display of weakness - the cough. Sapphire visions narrowed, and as the flesh-beast continued to circle him, he - against his better judgement - lurched forward. His weight in his hinds, Tywin loosed himself like an arrow, body quivering as would the fletching. His approach arched, compensating for ground lose or gained upon the circular course. Rather than sacrifice his rear to potential harm, the brute lowered his visage with a nightly rounded nape, taking the final half-leap to barrel every ounce of his weight with his shoulder into the creatures abdomen, hoping to dislodge whatever trembled in it's chest.

Below, his skin prickled, the foreign feeling slowly becoming recognizable. It was not unlike the strange sensation he felt when he'd used his telekinesis, or in long years past practiced apprentice necromancy. It was an arcane tickle, one that promised him great power if properly unleashed. But it was different as well. He felt no macabre tug from below the earth where remains may lay. Rather, it seemed to pulsate and grow from the minor wound upon his extremity. But he hadn't the time to consider why; hopefully he was breaking the monster's ribs with his weight.


W C: 000
T A G: Storyteller
M U S E: 4/5
O O C: Attacks 1/5, Dodges 1/2
This time his charge is aimed for the creature's ribs from the side, hoping to take advantage of it's weak airways deduced from the cough
TYWIN

powerplay allowed
within reasonable limits!

Tag: @[Tywin]

#6

be swift!


Something is happening!

While the spark of potential has awakened within Tywin's flesh, whatever lurked beneath the copy's spilled forth from between his chest. Slowly the duplicate collapsed into itself in a viscous cascade of blood-tainted water, returning to the pond from whence it came. As the last droplet dissipates, peace falls upon the area. Soon the melody of nature populates the air, replacing the silence one note at a time but not all is how it was before Tywin encountered his twisted twin. A sensation has begun to grow within his veins; something painless in the way it burns through his body yet itching to break through the skin its bound beneath.

Congratulations! Tywin has now reached the Apprentice level and is now able to freely use his Arcana.

Tag: @[Storyteller]