Having met no solid material when making his attack, he fell slightly off balance. His enemies claws met his upper right arm, a dull squelch emitting as an incredibly dark red splattered from the wound. His true essence, the liquid he needed to survive was now on the line.

He growled in pain, leaping backwards away from the entity it faced. The thick brownish substance was dripping down his arm, and the flesh seemed to be working hard to stitch itself back together. Had he kept his senses, he would have taken time to recover, but in this form he had a battle-lust that could not be easily sated.

Dropping to all fours, he let out a bestial shriek and charged once again, spurred on by his immense speed. He barrelled forth like a train, and would take a great amount of force to halt.

[They licked the substance off from their fingers watching in amusement how he dropped to all four. The demon smirked. Had fury blinded the knight so badly? They cockily waited to the last second, then with single flap of wings thy flew up with their hand dropped down. Sharp claws exposed to leave gashes along the back of knight running under them.]

He was unable to redirect his movements to avoid the damage, and received the brunt of the attack. Stumbling, his muscles pulsated as the blood seeped out of the fresh cuts. His structure was becoming more fluid, oozing and shifting in places.

This adversary was clearly some kind of ethereal being… What damage could he truly do it? However, in his current state this was not on his mind. Only anger and a lust to return every ounce of the pain that was inflicted upon him.

Spinning around to face the now airborne enemy, he jumped for him, the speed cranking up even further, arms outstretched.

[Beliad attempted to fly even higher, but didn’t count that the monster could go any faster. They’ve got pinned down by the knight. Hissing furiously they thrusted claws into their opponent body. They still got some time. And he was looking like loosing his form.]

Ignoring the severe damage that was being done to his own body, he began ripping and tearing savagely at the form of the ethereal. He was like a lion that had just pounced on its prey, biting and clawing in a rabid fury.

He salivated a burning black tar-substance, that tainted the ground wherever it fell, staining it black. Should it contact any kind of living matter, it would infect it swiftly.

It didn’t falter, fear was beyond it at this point. It’s new enemy was much more intimidating and seemed to put them on a more equal ground of battle.

Galliant roared again in response to being bit, the black essence spurting out of the wound, but it kept its assault going, using raw force to twist it’s body away from his enemies grip to slash out at the lower chest area of the wispy monster. He was completely distracted from his original opponent, now focussed fully on this one.

[Strands of light followed Galliant hand as he cut through the beast. The flesh of the demon didn’t put any resistance, leaving a tingling feeling in fingers. The wound closed itself right after it. It was hard to tell how much damage the slash done as the voidling didn’t seem to feel pain.]

[Beliad hissed at their opponent. Now it was their time to attack. They swiped their claws viciously, trying to push him into defence. It was battle with time. What will run out faster his stamina or their magic? They hoped for the first option.]

Having met no solid material when making his attack, he fell slightly off balance. His enemies claws met his upper right arm, a dull squelch emitting as an incredibly dark red splattered from the wound. His true essence, the liquid he needed to survive was now on the line.

He growled in pain, leaping backwards away from the entity it faced. The thick brownish substance was dripping down his arm, and the flesh seemed to be working hard to stitch itself back together. Had he kept his senses, he would have taken time to recover, but in this form he had a battle-lust that could not be easily sated.

Dropping to all fours, he let out a bestial shriek and charged once again, spurred on by his immense speed. He barrelled forth like a train, and would take a great amount of force to halt.

[They licked the substance off from their fingers watching in amusement how he dropped to all four. The demon smirked. Had fury blinded the knight so badly? They cockily waited to the last second, then with single flap of wings thy flew up with their hand dropped down. Sharp claws exposed to leave gashes along the back of knight running under them.]

He was unable to redirect his movements to avoid the damage, and received the brunt of the attack. Stumbling, his muscles pulsated as the blood seeped out of the fresh cuts. His structure was becoming more fluid, oozing and shifting in places.

This adversary was clearly some kind of ethereal being... What damage could he truly do it? However, in his current state this was not on his mind. Only anger and a lust to return every ounce of the pain that was inflicted upon him.

Spinning around to face the now airborne enemy, he jumped for him, the speed cranking up even further, arms outstretched.

//RP with dreamfulknight//

Galliant took slow, heavy, seemingly strained steps across the landscape of the Hotlands. His armour clinked and clanged softly in an ominous manner as he dragged his oversized stone sword behind him, creating a gravelly scratching noise against the ground. The blue fabric that adorned him was tattered and stained, but his metal suit had no rust somehow. He mumbled under his breath, the tone deep and scornful.

*The Underground. A sanctuary for monsters. Tainted now. Humans have walked its soil. Touched its inhabitants. This will not happen again.*

His voice was filled with intent. He considered how he was going to change this place to ensure he could keep it pure for monsters. How he could gain the influence to do so. He would need allies. Like-minded monsters who were as wise as he. If he has to overthrow the king himself he would see this through. He continued on his path, the bubbling of the lava beside him helping him enter a zen-like state of concentration to aid his plotting…

// @dreamfulknight //

Aislin was flying above the Hotland area. Its been awhile since she was last stationed here. Though she hardly thought it was for punishment. Since the knights that were usually stationed here were…..incompetent at times. 

As she was flying, she notice a lone figure dragging a blade across the plains. What caught her attention was the old armor he wore. The dragoness decided to go see what was going on, swooping down and landing before him. “ You’re a particularly odd knight. Might i ask where you are headed with such a blade? “ 

As the dragon monster landed in front of him, he came to a standstill. He stared at her for a moment, examining her, sizing her up. Galliant was at least 7ft tall, and his physique seemed intimidating but it was hard to tell with his armour. He blinked once, before speaking.

*You. Who do you stand with?* His voice was ethereal, deep and almost displaced. He seemed to struggle slightly with speech, as if he had some kind of impediment, but in reality it was mainly due to his recent lengthy sleep.

Aislin did the same, trying to get a better look at the strange armored man. He looked familiar and yet, she couldn’t place a name to his face. He was certainly taller than her though, not that it mattered. She was confident in herself that she could handle anything that came her way, if the occasion arose. 

“ I am part of the Royal Knights. I stand with the People of the underground and the Royal family. “ Aislin proclaim. “ Who might you be, wandering knight? “

He considered her words for a few seconds. Part of the royal Knights.. Trustworthy? A possible ally? He would see. As for who he was… His memory was wavering. He did not know what the modern underground would call his position in the guard. *I am called Galliant. I know not what I am now. But I know my purpose. As I know what should be yours.* He lifted the large weapon and sheathed it over his back. His piercing white eyes remained stuck on her.

Aislin didn’t ease up with her guard. He was still odd to her. That armor was what was throwing her off. Though she had no plan on attacking him when he sheathed his weapon. 

“ My name is Aislin. “ She finally responded. The dragoness’ eyes locked on to Galliant. “ Though you did not answer my first question. Where are you headed? Your armor is out of class and the name of yours does not ring a bell in the current active listing. I will say this now, we dont take too kindly to mercenaries. “

The dark grey mist that hovered loosely around the tall monster began to seep down to the ground, and crawled slowly towards the one interrogating him. Galliant took a moment to think as this happened, before responding once more. *I was in guard. Long ago. Shortly after the Prince was killed. I slept. Now I awake. I go nowhere. I go everywhere. I find the humans. The humans underground. I kill them. Other monsters too weak. Other monsters feel too much. Only I can be trusted.* The mist had almost reached the feet of the dragoness as Galliant blinked slowly. *Know this. Barrier cannot fall.*

It was clear that this wasn’t his first language as the man spoke. Though Aislin understood the basics that he was trying to say out. But she didn’t appreciate that he talked poorly of the people. Even though over the years they have gotten a bit more soft. 

“ Listen, Galliant, i understand you’ve slept for a rather long time. But the Barrier will Fall. Our King has found a way and its up to the current knights to go forth and put this plan into action. “ Aislin spoke, glancing down to see the odd mist near her feet. She discreetly moved her wings enough keep the mist away. “ As for the human problem, We’ve also have been addressing it. So perhaps you should finish waking up and take a moment to catch up on the times. Before going back into the line of service. “ 

Galliant audibly and visibly clenched his fists, his frustration growing more evident. The fog that was now seeping from his body had surrounded behind the dragoness, not touching her, but had begun to rise. *Arrogant. Naive. I must kill a human. Take its soul. Then I have the power. To take the others away. From the king. Only I can be trusted. Once I have the souls. I use them to kill humans who fall. My only purpose. Security of Underground. Stronger than you.* He raised his right arm and pointed at her. *Smarter than you. More reliable than you. Monsters will be safe. You cannot keep them safe.* When he referred to her as ‘You’ he actually meant the royal guard as a whole, but it was looking like a personal attack at this point.

Aislin grew tense. It was clear this guy was unstable and to talk about over throwing the king? How could he if he was an old guard?! The dragoness spread out her wings and glared at the man. “ It is not your place to dictate that, old fool. “ She growled.  “ I will only ask this once. Stand down from this ridiculous thought, or im entitled to use force. “ Aislin wasn’t dumb, she knew there was something odd about that mist. And she was ready to fight at the moments notice. 

For the first time in dozens of years, he laughed. Only a soft chuckle, but her brave words awoke it within him. He closed his eyes for a moment, and drew his weapon, holding it out in front of him with both hands. 
*So be it. I will take you to the verge of death. I will prove myself to you.* 
The most erupted around her, forming a massive dome that blotted out a large amount of the light, impassable. It would keep her in with him until they were done. Galliant opened his eyes, which were now slightly exerting their own pure white mist. The knight stance changed ever so slightly, but the force with which he did so cracked the rocky ground beneath him. 
*I am ready.*

Aislin just glared as the man chuckled. She wasn’t sure if she found his confidence admirable or annoying. Though one thing for sure, she wasn’t really feeling to start a fight. Oh well….might as well try to make this quick. 

However, the dragoness slightly panicked as the area around her became shrouded in darkness. She didn’t care much to be enclosed in small spaces and even more so when it was dark. it made her feel small and weak. An irritated huff was let out as she glared at the knight. “ So be it. “ 

Wings spread wide and her weapon at the ready, Aislin rushed Galliant. A trail of barely visible dust following behind her. At the last second of confrontation, the dragoness strafed to the side and swung. Though she tried to hit him with the more duller side as she had no murderous intent towards this guy. 

Galliant stood relatively still as she made her assault, taking full note of how the arena he summoned made her feel uncomfortable. He could easily take advantage of this. At the last second before she hit, the mist around his body seemed to phase at unbelievable speeds, his entire body moving as if a page was turned, his weapon slamming into hers to deflect it. He had applied a massive amount of force into this movement, hoping to throw her off balance and cause her to stumble or crash, but he was unsure of what physical prowess she could possess.

Aislin’s eyes widen at the reaction speed of her opponent. Not to mention the strength behind his block caused her to stumble slightly. She quickly backed off and fluttered her wings to catch herself before she left any openings. 

She had no idea what the male was capable of. But with speeds like that, she needed to figure how to slow him down. Aislin could use her summons but that would only cluster the area and make things worse for her. Which only left her one other option with her magic abilities. Its a shame she’ll have to put him back to see after just waking up for such a long time.

The dragoness took to the sky, circling around as small partials fell off her wings. They were barely visible in the light. Her next attack was going to be a dive bomb, using all her strength to pin him down and distracted him for her true intent to pacify him. 

The barrier around them began closing in when he noticed her taking advantage of her flight abilities, the knight pacing back and forth. He didn’t have the capabilities for long range combat in his current state and he didn’t want to risk being caught off guard if he were to change.

The grey misty aura around Galliant intensified around him, the heat rising as his frustrations grew. *Coward. I will force you down.* The sense of respect he had previously had for this monster was fading fast. Holding his weapon firmly, he was prepared to defend or attack depending on what opportunities were presented.

Aislin just scoffed at the man. He could think all he wanted about her. Her goal was to get enough of her sleeping dust airborne to put the stranger back to sleep. She wasn’t going to risk the land over her pride. 

However with the barrier closing in, the dragoness was forced to come back down. Getting rather anxious with how small the space was getting. Lets just hope that the dust would put in its work soon enough. 

Aislin got behind Galliant once more with another sharp thrust at his back. 

Any kind of dust or chemical agent would be nullified against Galliant, his misty aura acting as a constant filter which kept the air around him oxygen rich and free from other more devious concoctions.

He allowed the spear between his arm and his body, the sides of it scathing him on the side and damaging his armour, but as a result he would likely have caught the shaft of the weapon near the end.

All the while, the arena which he had constructed was shrinking in size, now only covering around a dozen meters to either direction. Eventually this monster would have to battle him on equal grounds.

PSA -

VILLAINS ARE VILLAINS.

Villains are not a precious little punching bag that’s going to stand there and take your shit and be sassy with their hand on their hip. If you mess with the bull you get the horns – if you push a villain, you will get the wrath of a villain. If your character is rude/disrespectful to a villain, especially one in a high place of power, and the villain lashes out (whether it be verbally or physically) – 

THEN YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE UPSET ABOUT IT. WHAT DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN?

Don’t write with villain/cruel/evil characters if you can’t deal with a villain/cruel/evil character being less than nice to your precious cinnamon roll of a character. Surprise! That’s not how this works! If the villain suddenly kills your character without having spoken to you first, then you have absolutely every right to be mad. But if your character receives a verbal lashing or non-lethal physical response that is in character for the villain to give, then you need to deal with it. 

I’m also sick of this sense of prerogative way of thinking certain characters hold when it comes to villains. This mindset of, ‘oh this person is evil, bUT OBVIOUSLY THEY’LL LOVE ME AND I’LL BE THEIR SPECIAL SOMEONE THEY WON’T HATE ME OR TRY AND KILL ME.“ NO. STOP THAT. You cannot go into interactions with villains expecting them to absolutely fall in love with your character/be best friends with them. This is why it’s most times excruciatingly difficult to ship/bro-ship with villains. And even if this does happen, you should expect a villain to still be aggressive and/or rude from time to time. 

A VILLAIN DOES NOT STOP BEING A VILLAIN JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP.

I’ve written villains for a long time now, and one thing has been made perfectly clear – you will get shit for writing your character too IC and you will get shit for writing your character too OOC. You will be fucking cursed out for your character being aggressive to those who are rude to them, and you will be blasted for writing them being nice even just from time to time. So fellow villain writers – just let your villain flag fly. Don’t fucking listen to people who try and give you shit either way for your portrayal. To those who do not write villains – respect them. Just because your character is sassy and spunky, doesn’t automatically give them the right to try and be disrespectful to someone who is most likely superior to them.

TL;DR IF YOU CAN’T STAND THE HEAT, GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN. IF YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH SOMEONE BEING CRUEL TO YOUR MUSE, DON’T WRITE WITH VILLAINS.

@naiya-of-waterfall I don't wanna be a bad guy ;-;

As the ‘human’ finished its last few words, Galliant finished his preparations. He was capable of containing souls rather than attempting to absorb them, do believed he could at least trap this being. His story did not shake him, his purity pushing him forward.

The sludge that had lined the back of his spine, arms and legs, suddenly injected itself throughout his system, encasing him inside and out, his eyes widening in pain as this happened, his weapon dropping to the ground. Galliants body jerked, his armour crumpling and crushing under the pressure, a new dark muscle-mass covering his entirety. He screamed out in pain for a brief moment, the sound warped and demonic.

*FEEL THE RAGE OF A THOUSAND SOULS!*

He spoke with the voices of many, and his power source was made clear. His fists formed, then opened into sharply clawed hands, his whole anatomy was now in complete contrast to his previous skinny form.

With a final bestial roar that tore him a mouth that dripped hot tar, he charged forward at his enemy, still taking advantage of the mist amplifying his speed,claws ready to rend and tear at anything they could.

[She stared in terror and confusion when the monster started to change and scream in pain. Ayla shrieked when the monster run toward her. Fear that engulfed her didn’t allow her to move leaving her completly open. This was bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. The claws were just going to lacerate her tiny body. But moment before that happened a flash of blinding light filled the cave. Between the knight and the girl was floating a bright white figure. It had snake like body, pair of horns and two sets of black wings. It was glowing, wisps of white, shining fog surrounding it’s body. It’s clawed hands were holding Galliant’s arms, preventing him from hurting their host. ]

“A ͑ͥ͆th͌͋͛̊ͦòͦͭ̇̔̑̔us͗̆͑ͦ̚âͤ̍̐ͯ̾nͭ̽̂̾̋̈dͪ̔~ͣ̆?ͦ̄͋ ͯ͊Tͩ̅͑h͆̂ͣen͐ ̆̇̇͊̐iͣ͆tͦ͛̀̈ͣ̚ ̽̉ͣ͐̚s̆̋̈́ͩ̊ë́ͪeͪ̒̚mͮ́ͦ̏s͐ͯͤ̓ thͪ̆ͧ̇a̿ͯ̋̇̌͑̚t to̓̅̊͂dͪ̀ͬ̚ay̍̂͛̅ͥ ̇̔ͬ̈́̌ͩ̀I̿̐̑̉̓ w̚i̔ͯ͑͛̎̏͆ĺ́͊̐ͣ̒lͥ ͗ͦͮ̓̾̆̃ha͋̍̍̓̽ͧ̃vͤ̏͑ͪ͆̇ͭë́̽̎̆ͭ̐ ̂ͧ̓͋̓ăͭ͂̀ ͂fͤ̈ͥͬeͥa̍ͫ̽̓̈́s̃̎̈̆ͮͩ́t̎̽̀̽~͆̇̂̓ͩ!̃“

[The demon said with an otherwordly echo. Then the bright creature to bit into darkness of the enemy with mouth full of sharp theeth.]

It didn’t falter, fear was beyond it at this point. It’s new enemy was much more intimidating and seemed to put them on a more equal ground of battle.

Galliant roared again in response to being bit, the black essence spurting out of the wound, but it kept its assault going, using raw force to twist it’s body away from his enemies grip to slash out at the lower chest area of the wispy monster. He was completely distracted from his original opponent, now focussed fully on this one.

[Strands of light followed Galliant hand as he cut through the beast. The flesh of the demon didn’t put any resistance, leaving a tingling feeling in fingers. The wound closed itself right after it. It was hard to tell how much damage the slash done as the voidling didn’t seem to feel pain.]

[Beliad hissed at their opponent. Now it was their time to attack. They swiped their claws viciously, trying to push him into defence. It was battle with time. What will run out faster his stamina or their magic? They hoped for the first option.]

Having met no solid material when making his attack, he fell slightly off balance. His enemies claws met his upper right arm, a dull squelch emitting as an incredibly dark red splattered from the wound. His true essence, the liquid he needed to survive was now on the line.

He growled in pain, leaping backwards away from the entity it faced. The thick brownish substance was dripping down his arm, and the flesh seemed to be working hard to stitch itself back together. Had he kept his senses, he would have taken time to recover, but in this form he had a battle-lust that could not be easily sated.

Dropping to all fours, he let out a bestial shriek and charged once again, spurred on by his immense speed. He barrelled forth like a train, and would take a great amount of force to halt.

Reblog if you're willing to do fairly violent RPs

resurrectedbluebird:

//RP with dreamfulknight//

Galliant took slow, heavy, seemingly strained steps across the landscape of the Hotlands. His armour clinked and clanged softly in an ominous manner as he dragged his oversized stone sword behind him, creating a gravelly scratching noise against the ground. The blue fabric that adorned him was tattered and stained, but his metal suit had no rust somehow. He mumbled under his breath, the tone deep and scornful.

*The Underground. A sanctuary for monsters. Tainted now. Humans have walked its soil. Touched its inhabitants. This will not happen again.*

His voice was filled with intent. He considered how he was going to change this place to ensure he could keep it pure for monsters. How he could gain the influence to do so. He would need allies. Like-minded monsters who were as wise as he. If he has to overthrow the king himself he would see this through. He continued on his path, the bubbling of the lava beside him helping him enter a zen-like state of concentration to aid his plotting…

// @dreamfulknight //

Aislin was flying above the Hotland area. Its been awhile since she was last stationed here. Though she hardly thought it was for punishment. Since the knights that were usually stationed here were…..incompetent at times. 

As she was flying, she notice a lone figure dragging a blade across the plains. What caught her attention was the old armor he wore. The dragoness decided to go see what was going on, swooping down and landing before him. “ You’re a particularly odd knight. Might i ask where you are headed with such a blade? “ 

As the dragon monster landed in front of him, he came to a standstill. He stared at her for a moment, examining her, sizing her up. Galliant was at least 7ft tall, and his physique seemed intimidating but it was hard to tell with his armour. He blinked once, before speaking.

*You. Who do you stand with?* His voice was ethereal, deep and almost displaced. He seemed to struggle slightly with speech, as if he had some kind of impediment, but in reality it was mainly due to his recent lengthy sleep.

Aislin did the same, trying to get a better look at the strange armored man. He looked familiar and yet, she couldn’t place a name to his face. He was certainly taller than her though, not that it mattered. She was confident in herself that she could handle anything that came her way, if the occasion arose. 

“ I am part of the Royal Knights. I stand with the People of the underground and the Royal family. “ Aislin proclaim. “ Who might you be, wandering knight? “

He considered her words for a few seconds. Part of the royal Knights.. Trustworthy? A possible ally? He would see. As for who he was… His memory was wavering. He did not know what the modern underground would call his position in the guard. *I am called Galliant. I know not what I am now. But I know my purpose. As I know what should be yours.* He lifted the large weapon and sheathed it over his back. His piercing white eyes remained stuck on her.

Aislin didn’t ease up with her guard. He was still odd to her. That armor was what was throwing her off. Though she had no plan on attacking him when he sheathed his weapon. 

“ My name is Aislin. “ She finally responded. The dragoness’ eyes locked on to Galliant. “ Though you did not answer my first question. Where are you headed? Your armor is out of class and the name of yours does not ring a bell in the current active listing. I will say this now, we dont take too kindly to mercenaries. “

The dark grey mist that hovered loosely around the tall monster began to seep down to the ground, and crawled slowly towards the one interrogating him. Galliant took a moment to think as this happened, before responding once more. *I was in guard. Long ago. Shortly after the Prince was killed. I slept. Now I awake. I go nowhere. I go everywhere. I find the humans. The humans underground. I kill them. Other monsters too weak. Other monsters feel too much. Only I can be trusted.* The mist had almost reached the feet of the dragoness as Galliant blinked slowly. *Know this. Barrier cannot fall.*

It was clear that this wasn’t his first language as the man spoke. Though Aislin understood the basics that he was trying to say out. But she didn’t appreciate that he talked poorly of the people. Even though over the years they have gotten a bit more soft. 

“ Listen, Galliant, i understand you’ve slept for a rather long time. But the Barrier will Fall. Our King has found a way and its up to the current knights to go forth and put this plan into action. “ Aislin spoke, glancing down to see the odd mist near her feet. She discreetly moved her wings enough keep the mist away. “ As for the human problem, We’ve also have been addressing it. So perhaps you should finish waking up and take a moment to catch up on the times. Before going back into the line of service. “ 

Galliant audibly and visibly clenched his fists, his frustration growing more evident. The fog that was now seeping from his body had surrounded behind the dragoness, not touching her, but had begun to rise. *Arrogant. Naive. I must kill a human. Take its soul. Then I have the power. To take the others away. From the king. Only I can be trusted. Once I have the souls. I use them to kill humans who fall. My only purpose. Security of Underground. Stronger than you.* He raised his right arm and pointed at her. *Smarter than you. More reliable than you. Monsters will be safe. You cannot keep them safe.* When he referred to her as ‘You’ he actually meant the royal guard as a whole, but it was looking like a personal attack at this point.

Aislin grew tense. It was clear this guy was unstable and to talk about over throwing the king? How could he if he was an old guard?! The dragoness spread out her wings and glared at the man. “ It is not your place to dictate that, old fool. “ She growled.  “ I will only ask this once. Stand down from this ridiculous thought, or im entitled to use force. “ Aislin wasn’t dumb, she knew there was something odd about that mist. And she was ready to fight at the moments notice. 

For the first time in dozens of years, he laughed. Only a soft chuckle, but her brave words awoke it within him. He closed his eyes for a moment, and drew his weapon, holding it out in front of him with both hands. 
*So be it. I will take you to the verge of death. I will prove myself to you.* 
The most erupted around her, forming a massive dome that blotted out a large amount of the light, impassable. It would keep her in with him until they were done. Galliant opened his eyes, which were now slightly exerting their own pure white mist. The knight stance changed ever so slightly, but the force with which he did so cracked the rocky ground beneath him. 
*I am ready.*

Aislin just glared as the man chuckled. She wasn’t sure if she found his confidence admirable or annoying. Though one thing for sure, she wasn’t really feeling to start a fight. Oh well….might as well try to make this quick. 

However, the dragoness slightly panicked as the area around her became shrouded in darkness. She didn’t care much to be enclosed in small spaces and even more so when it was dark. it made her feel small and weak. An irritated huff was let out as she glared at the knight. “ So be it. “ 

Wings spread wide and her weapon at the ready, Aislin rushed Galliant. A trail of barely visible dust following behind her. At the last second of confrontation, the dragoness strafed to the side and swung. Though she tried to hit him with the more duller side as she had no murderous intent towards this guy. 

Galliant stood relatively still as she made her assault, taking full note of how the arena he summoned made her feel uncomfortable. He could easily take advantage of this. At the last second before she hit, the mist around his body seemed to phase at unbelievable speeds, his entire body moving as if a page was turned, his weapon slamming into hers to deflect it. He had applied a massive amount of force into this movement, hoping to throw her off balance and cause her to stumble or crash, but he was unsure of what physical prowess she could possess.

Aislin’s eyes widen at the reaction speed of her opponent. Not to mention the strength behind his block caused her to stumble slightly. She quickly backed off and fluttered her wings to catch herself before she left any openings. 

She had no idea what the male was capable of. But with speeds like that, she needed to figure how to slow him down. Aislin could use her summons but that would only cluster the area and make things worse for her. Which only left her one other option with her magic abilities. Its a shame she’ll have to put him back to see after just waking up for such a long time.

The dragoness took to the sky, circling around as small partials fell off her wings. They were barely visible in the light. Her next attack was going to be a dive bomb, using all her strength to pin him down and distracted him for her true intent to pacify him. 

The barrier around them began closing in when he noticed her taking advantage of her flight abilities, the knight pacing back and forth. He didn't have the capabilities for long range combat in his current state and he didn't want to risk being caught off guard if he were to change.

The grey misty aura around Galliant intensified around him, the heat rising as his frustrations grew. *Coward. I will force you down.* The sense of respect he had previously had for this monster was fading fast. Holding his weapon firmly, he was prepared to defend or attack depending on what opportunities were presented.

MFW I WANT TO SEE IF MY RP PARTNERS HAVE EITHER MISSED MY REPLY OR ARE BUSY BUT I DON’T WANT TO BOTHER THEM

Originally posted by nixyboo

YOUR ANGEL NAME

Mine would be Liya or Loya…Reblog and tag this post with yours :)

Lmao people are getting such pretty names and then there are the ones who are like kdls XD

aala

Sahn.

Seea

DYCK

CACA… I can’t believe my angel name is literally a word for shit

// DYKE

ok.

((Hnya, or Hnye.))

Feti 

FETI 

FEEEEETIIII

((It’s close to fetish, so forboden?))

Mine’s Easu. Not bad.

Slyi

… Oh, I like that o u o <3

Ayne Me like.

Haha… I laugh at everything.

Tain…

now if you just add another ’t’ at the end it would be complete

What

PFFTHAHAHAHA THATS THE TRUTH RIGHT THERE MY ANGEL NAME IS WHAT.

Gar_, Gara? or maybe…Garr :p

Milk

Little Rabbit, Lost and Hungry...

Frayle looked rather worried. Now that she was fully clothed, she walked up to Mettaton, before gently tugging at his coat. “Um, Mister Mettaton? Is Miss Toriel nice?” She had her hands close to her, and her head was down.

Toriel nodded, before gently patting his head. “Sans, dear, I was told that the child is just a year older than Frisk, and that she has been through much. She was tossed around from lesser gang to lesser gang. Luckily, her innocence was kept intact, but thats not the same about her skin. I ask that you show her kindness…. Alright?” She had noticed the van, and once it had been knocked over, she sped on her way in a shortcut. “Boys, hang on. Papyrus, make sure Frisk is not hurt!!”

Papyrus nodded, making sure to keep Frisk safe as he summoned several bones to obstruct the road and make it more difficult for them to be followed, smartly dissipating them once the road behind them had been harmed.

From the wreck of the car leapt a fully armoured figure, her bound getting her immediately on top of a nearby building, sprinting along the rooftops with a long blue spear in hand. She was clearly determined to catch them, and do all in her power to achieve this.

Sans’ blue eye continued to burn as he kept his look on the figure pursuing them, knowing trying to block her would be ineffective. ‘focus on being fast. we have a better chance if we can get to mtt territory.’ he muttered, ready to defend the vehicle should she throw an attack or get too close.

^ Oh of course darling! Toriel is possibly the best carer for anybody in this whole city! She will make you feel right at home, I assure you. ^ He seemed more excited than she was for the exchange, looking forward to seeing her in a good home.

Burgerpants smoked casually, driving at a steady speed, stopping at lights and listening to smooth jazz on the radio humming to himself softly. He was in no hurry, he expected the brothers to be able to handle anything.

Toriel nodded, keeping an eye on the figure as well as driving. They HAD to be close to MTT territory, it wasn’t terribly far from their own. “Sans, make sure she does not follow us too far. I fear Mettaton may have sent someone to meet us halfway.

Papyrus had protectively sat in front of Frisk, tossing bones to try and obstruct the armored assailant’s path. “YOU WILL NOT HARM THIS CAR, FIEND!!”

Frayle nodded excitedly, before pointing to the sewing machine. “If I get to stay with you, can I learn how to use that? My mommy, before she got sold and had to move away from me, she used to tell me stories about how she used one before she got kidnapped from her job!” She went on to tell Mettaton about her mother, how amazing she had been, and how she had learned how to speak some french, read, and write a little from her mother. When she finally finished, she smiled a big, toothy grin. “My mommy was an amazing woman, Mister Mettaton!”

Napstablook had followed Burgerpants, fiddling with his tie nervously. “do you think they’ll be safe……? Undyne has been following people in the no-mans land… oh……..”

“im doing my best tori, but she is pretty quick yknow.” He threw aside a spear that was just launched at the car by the assailant, growling slightly as he did. “hurry it up!”

^ Sure thing, deary, in fact you can take this machine with you to Toriels if she allows it! We have plenty here. ^ Mettaton wanted to give her a good and happy sendoff, and was tossing aside his anxiety as best he could for everyone’s sakes.

The car swerved for a moment, the cat yelling in surprise as the ghost spoke. “Jesus, Blook, warn me before you pop outta nowhere like that, man..” He said breathlessly, balancing the car. He hasn’t taken in the warning due to the scare.. As he turned a corner, a rogue spear pierced the hood of their car, causing it to go out of control and crash into a nearby car driven by Toriel and the Skeleton brothers.

Sans hadn’t seen the car to stop it, due to looking behind them to defend from the attacker, who had been throwing at them with increasing speed and frustration. Things were swiftly going to hell…

Toriel yelped as she hit the other car, groaning rather softly, before, angrily, she threw a flurry of fireballs at the armored fiend. “Do NOT harm my family, you crazy woman!!! Tell Asgore that if he is to try and harm my family again, there shall be HELL TO PAY.” Her eyes showed a fury like no other.

Papyrus held Frisk tightly, before hopping out of the car and hiding the child somewhere close. “LITTLE PUP, YOU SHALL BE SAFE HERE.”

Napstablook nearly screamed, before noticing that someone had been attacking them. his eyes welled up with acidic tears, and as they fell, they floated to the armored lady. “oh…….im sorry….”

Frayle squealed happily, before grasping Mettaton’s hand and pulling him gently to the books. She pulled out one, and then smiled wide. “We can pass the time by reading together if you want, Mister Mettaton!” She seemed jumpy, just like a rabbit. But jumpy in a good way.

^ Ah yes of course! ^ Mettaton fetched a nearby story book from a nearby shelf, smiling as he did so. ^ This one is more of a history book, but it’s still plenty of fun! ^ He sat on his chair and invited her onto his lap.

Upon closer inspection, the woman was wearing a special suit of Moklar, a special weave that was VERY tough to pierce and absorbed impact quite effectively. She spoke no words through her mask as she leapt down, landing on BP’s car, crushing the roof of it under her, and continuing her volley while dodging or guarding herself from attacks on her.

^ A very long time ago, peacefully lived two races. Humans, and Monsters. ^

“you heard the lady.. hell to pay.” Sans said as he got out of the car, his eye brighter than ever, defending his friends as best he could, frantically waving his arm.

^ They lived in relative peace, until one day a war broke out between the two species.. ^

BP was dazed from the crash, but jolted up as the space beside him was smashed in, falling out of the cars open door, quickly drawing his gun as he stumbled.

^ Monster souls, however, were a lot stronger than human souls, so humans were driven into hiding.. ^

Toriel growled and noticed that Mettaton’s home had been closer than they thought, and soon more fireballs were summoned from her hands. “Undyne, you are not going to live through this if you so choose to battle. I am not going to allow you to pass through here unscathed. Asgore is a FOOL to demand humans be murdered. They suffer enough with each other. Why do innocent children need to be killed as well, you brute?!” Throwing fireballs once more, a primal growl of anger arose from the bipedal goat.”

Papyrus had hidden with Frisk, but he had seemed to come rather close to the building, shrieking when a spear nearly went through a window. “LITTLE PUP, ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

Frayle had heard the sounds of crashing as she was climbing Mettaton’s lap, and soon she grew rather scared. Her eyes lost their pupils, tears filled her eyes, and a tiny little shriek escaped her. Running to the large pile of clothes, she grabbed the first thing she saw, a lavender ribbon, and ran back to Mettaton. “T-T-They found me! They’re gonna k-kill me, or take me back and hurt me again! I-I don’t wanna go back!!!”

Naptsablook seemed a little protective himself, blocking the way between Undyne and the building. He felt something like keeping Frayle safe… So he had decided. He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt the little child.

Mettaton was cut off by the noises of the fighting nearby, and got up with a concerned expression. ^ D-darling, stay inside and low! ^ He patted her head hastily, moving to the window to see if he could locate the source.

~ Five on one? Barely a challenge! ~ Undyne leapt forward jabbing at Toriel, an array of spears forming behind her and launching at her other adversaries randomly.

“you’re going to die for a stupid cause, undyne. go home.” He stopped her midair from getting near his friend, and tossed her back. She flipped and rolled, before charging in again.

The cat narrowly avoided being hit by a rogue javelin, rolling to his side. It seemed she didn’t consider him a threat. He picked up the cigarette he had dropped on the seat of the car, and put it back in his mouth with a soft smirk. He raised his gun and began aiming at the armoured female.

Frayle whimpered and nodded, before she hid under the table and cradled herself, rocking back and forth. She was so terrified, what was going to happen??! Was she going to die?! Was she going to lose her friend BP?! Wait. BP was out there..! In a flash, Frayle had run past Mettaton, past Papyrus and Frisk, and… Right into the fray of the battle, but something was off about her. “Leave….Leave Mister BP ALONE!!!” Suddenly, a large, psychic blast shot out of her body as her eyes seemed to glow, pushing the armored woman back, and Toriel out of the way.

Toriel was rather shocked. This girl had magic abilities! That was extremely unprecedented!! “Sans, I want you to keep the child safe with Napstablook at all costs! Now that we know she has magic, she is of an utmost priority!!!”

Papyrus looked shocked, before walking into the building with Frisk. “METTATON, WAS THAT THE CHILD WE WERE WA–!!” He had felt the blast as well. Looking behind him, he noticed the girl… And her SOUL, as he looked at it, was glowing brightly. “METTATON, YOU DIDN’T TELL US HER SOUL WAS STRONG!”

Undyne was thrown back into a nearby building, the structure cracking as her body struck it. She fell to her knees, winded. ~What... What is this? This isn't supposed to be possible!~ She got up, and instantly leapt away. She couldn't capture a magical human single handedly, that was for sure.

BP dropped his gun, before stumbling and leaning on the car hood. He was badly hurt.. He closed his eyes, dropping his smoke. "B-buddy.. Thanks.." He was astounded, but he found gratitude to be the priority.

Sans was also in shock, but Toriels voice snapped him awake. He ran up to the child and hugged her in his jacket from behind, scooping her up. "shhh.. i gotcha kid.."

Mettaton stood slack jawed, in awe of the events that just took place. ^ Pappy I swear I never knew! She hadn't displayed magical abilities before! This was all just triggered now! ^