Euphoria

[21:17] Warned.

He had been warned, hadn't he? From the start, that nothing would really stop him. Not defeat, not victory. Nothing would stop him from having his taste. Such was the determination of this obnoxious Tiger of Blue.

Yet, luckily, or perhaps unluckily? That taste comes at the risk of Grendel's own life as Seequor quite literally has him by the throat, jaws clamped around his neck region as he turns to Lemuria and Paradox.

Wounds mean nothing. They won't stop him. He will continue to break these chains that seek to bind him. Even in injury, even in death.

Blue power glows off of him once more and at this point it becomes obvious that as he digs further into Grendel's neck, recognition burns in his eyes. And he drops them like a ragdoll before hopping back.

He re-assumes his normal self, hasty grin thrown over his expression, Grendel's blood lipstick across his mouth. "Too earthy, not my brand. But. . you two? Man, I really can't wait."

For now, though. It seems his need has been sated. Battle, wounds, and a nibble. Yes indeed.
(Seequor)
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[21:23] It seems that despite the man's best efforts, he simply could not have been able to handle the demon's assault, finding himself falling prey straight into the onslaught of both the cosmic and occult lights- And his throat, into Seequor's mouth.

Can he really call himself nature's wrath if he keeps losing? Not that he'll have much ability to complain, unable to say out anything but grunts and groans as his own vocal cords are being nibbled, bitten at. He won't be able to speak the same way as before ever again.

All he can do, is flailing his axe around aimlessly in a desperate attempt to hit him, in a desperate attempt to try and pull Seequor off and away from him

But... No such luck would come. It is only by the demon's own violition, that he lets go of his throat, not ending his life.

And now? All he can do is to having his body just laid down on the floor, defeated, and losing consciousness...
(Grendel Beo)
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[21:28] Lemuria gazed at the ensuing fight, wincing from what happened to Grendel. The slightest bit of guilt overtook her, but she quickly cast it aside; they knew what they were doing when they signed up for this, any and injuries were their own. She took several steps forward, clapping, ostensibly congratulating Seequor for making it out alive.

"Well done, well done! You put up a hell of a fight, and you know not to surrender! It makes for a good show, a performance that I can respect!"

"But now, my friend, I must ask you..."

Her jubilant expression dropped, replaced with one far more sinister, her prior annoyance once more shining through.

"Are you going to keep playing these games with me?"

At this point, it was unclear as to what she felt about these games. Did she feign her enjoyment of them, was the enjoyment genuine merely in the moment, was the annoyance feigned, or what? As always, Lemuria was hard to read, and anyone who bothered trying would likely just end up frustrated. Luckily, however, she was speaking to someone who wasn't likely to read too far into her apparent mood swings.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[21:31] Sienne props her forehead against Versail's back and drifts into a light nap.
(Sienne)
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[21:32] Sienne says, "...zzZzZz..."
[21:32] They had tried at least, to give someone else a taste of the action, Seequor had even been injured already.. but it seems their assessment of Grednel's ability had been a bit too much.

The man brought down with a ferocious bite to the neck. "Yikes." The wise words of the enigma coming forth, perhaps in a moment or three they would approach to actually help the man.. though who could blame Paradox for some of the things they did.

They were insane after all.

Though as Lemuria spoke they would simply fall silent, more than prepared to leap forward again should it become necessary.
(Paradox)
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[21:32] Didn't seem all that interested in who won the battle. The battle itself though, it was quite entertaining, Grendel put up one hell of a fight, especially for someone who had such oddly combined magics.

Her attention turned to Seequor, the Tiger demon that she'd heard a bit about. Sadly, the only thing she really knew about him is that all he's known for is wanting to have 'relations' with numerous women.

She'd already told Lemuria what would happen if Seequor continued to play games so she was interested in seeing what his reaction to Lemuria would be.
(Alita Tym)
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[21:40] He doesn't bow, nor does he make any indications about him hearing what she does, or the praises she gives. He merely stares at her, that same grin on his face, those same emotions swirling in him. Sated. . satisfied. Okay.

But?

If it was to be pushed, would he back down? No, he wasn't. He raises a hand to scratch at the back of his head. "Well, we aren't friends. That's for sure."

He hums, wondering. "But. . I'd say, yeah. Til I get a taste? I'll keep on going. I'm good right now, but. . well, who knows."
(Seequor)
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[21:40] Seequor 's ears are here, what the hell.
(Seequor)
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[21:43] Tonashi Botcher says, "Make sure you practice your magic"
[21:43] Tonashi Botcher says, "Wait"
[21:43] Tonashi Botcher says, "Get your butt to scribing young lady"
[21:43] "Well, it can say that things were interesting. Luckily having ended without the tiger losing another piece of himself." Versail couldn't help but chuckle at the thought, and drop it accordingly.

Such was perhaps within its interest, given that he'd never really remained to mediate, or even make heads or tail of Seequor's rather abrasive nature.

"Goodluck."
(Versail)
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[21:44] Talla Botcher says, "I don't have... magic.."
[21:44] Tonashi Botcher says, "Sister"
[21:44] Talla Botcher asks, "Hmm?"
[21:44] Tonashi Botcher exclaims, "We have food!"
[21:44] Talla Botcher asks, "We do?"
[21:44] Tonashi Botcher exclaims, "Sweet delicious food!"
[21:44] Talla Botcher asks, "Is it meat?"
[21:44] Talla Botcher says, "Oh I love a good burger."
[21:45] Tonashi Botcher says, "Hey Paradox can you tell Aki to make alot food when she gets backl"
[21:47] Rumages through her pockets giving her brother some levitation potions.
(Talla Botcher)
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[21:48] Talla Botcher says, "Tonnie. We need more sludge and rabbit feet."
[21:48] Tonashi Botcher says, "I know"
[21:50] Tonashi Botcher says, "For now"
[21:51] Tonashi Botcher says, "Work on your scribing"
[21:51] Tonashi Botcher says, "And get some rest and bathe"
[21:51] Tonashi Hugs her and kisses her forehead
(Tonashi Botcher)
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[21:52] "Unfortunate."

Despite saying that, she could only smirk.

For the first time in a long time, Lemuria reached over towards her back and unsheathed her staff. An occult flame erupted from her body, giving the woman an even more sinister air than she usually had. The bloodlust in her gaze was evident, present in spite of, or perhaps because of, her opponent being sated. He was weakened, no longer possessed the desire to fight, and assumedly, just wanted to leave.

But Lemuria was having none of that. No, she knew better.

Because, while Seequor was tiger...

"A true predator has no shame in going after weakened prey, do they not?"

...Lemuria was a snake.

While bloodlust was evident, a desire to kill was not. Perhaps she also only wanted to play a game, but given Seequor had accumulated wounds from all of his fights prior, and had presented himself as a future threat, she would be loathe to not take this chance to play a game that only a snake could. So while she didn't desire to kill, she desired to bite, to leave behind a venom that would stick with Seequor for the rest of his life.

But all things considered, she was still likely to lose, even if she did fight.

"This is your chance to take a bite out of me, Seequor~!"

Because despite her opponent being weakened, she still wasn't a fighter...

"You better savor it while you can!"

...right?
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[21:54] Alita Tym whispers: If he harms you, his days will be numbered. He's no use to Moonfall or the demons if he focuses on attacking us instead of Osrona.
[21:55] Alita stepped to the side to observe, she'd not seen Lemuria ever fight, so it would be interesting either way.
(Alita Tym)
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[22:00] Wanders off as she had some runescribing practice to do. She hoped the green helmet guy was alright The girl heading back home. That was a pretty interesting fight to watch.
(Talla Botcher)
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[22:04] Ooh. She was that sort? No, no he wasn't quite so against it. In fact, the fact that someone would jump on opportunity like this, it was demon like.

He still remembers watching the Big Tiger playing with those kids, wounding them, injuring them, desiring for them to beg him, plead him for mercy and giving into their fears.

And after? He'd struck. Of course, any point in his life he would have done the same. He was never afraid, this is obvious, but still. What better time to strike against someone you desire to consume, than when they are at their weakest?

"I'd clap, but. . you're really being quite interesting. I can't take my eyes off of you for even a second."

His hunger, sated.
His will to fight? Not quite so.

"Good. It's good. Your sister said you were quite strong if someone could get you pushed to the point of fighting."

And had he, this Demon, this Blue Tiger. Had he managed to nestle himself under her skin so much that she sought to finally do what was not the usual?

Once more he has to writhe and shift. To take on this form that would best be suited for combat. Really, his original form. It could run under even heavy pressure and wounds.


"I like that. Show me this scent of yours, let me see if it's been worth all the trouble!"
(Seequor)
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[22:13] Alita couldn't help but smirk at the battle came to a close. As always, her best friend continued to impress her. She'd always imagined Lemuria to be strong, but without seeing it first hand, she couldn't be absolutely certain.
(Alita Tym)
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[22:26] This was the first time Lemuria had ever engaged in such a dangerous fight, with the stakes so high.

This was the first time she ever put her safety on the line in such a way.

...this was the first time she had ever felt such a rush.

This was the first time she ever felt so alive.

Occult blasts were thrown, shadows were sunk into, senses were muddled, and all that. Lemuria was an unpracticed fighter, and it showed, but she adapted when it counted the most. The entire time, however, one thing was rather evident. Her eyes were widened, her irises were shrunk, and she had the largest smile on her face that she had ever donned.

"Beautiful! This is beautiful!"

Lemuria appeared from Seequor's shadow, swiping at him with a shadowy blade. It sent him flying back, but not before his senses were assaulted yet again. There was no end, and she attacked from every angle! His mind, his body, and perhaps on some level, his spirit; all of it was to be hers! All of it was wide open!

"Is this what I have been missing? Is this why so many people love it so?! Hah... hahaha..."

Blood from his old wounds, blood from his new ones, and blood that came directly from her all splattered on her face, her clothes, her weapon...

"KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Hah... HAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! yes Yes YES YES YES YES YES!"

All of it was painted red, as she sought to paint Seequor's vision black.

"I finally... understand! I can finally see..."

But her own vision was painted red, too. That red was all she could see.

But she needed not to see to understand; she only needed to experience.

The woman had never lost herself in something so much before. The adrenaline, the desire to shed blood and have her blood shed, and an outlet for all the bitterness, frustration, resentment, and anger she held within that she never had before. All of it came together to create...

"...THAT THIS IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ART OF ALL!"

...a high that she had never felt before, and one that she would forever seek to reach again.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[22:35] She clenches the victory!

Just like that, it's snatched from him in the flux of mana that contorts his mind. His vision, darkened, is given way to the eventual exhaustion of both his body and this battle.

Even demons had their limits it seemed and Seequor, unfortunately has met his! For now, of course. During, though? Those precious, adoring seconds, those minutes of battle, back and forth? He could remember how donerful it had been, how. . enticing.

Watching her fight, as recklessly, as ferociously as she could? It was intoxicating to him. He couldn't help but to ride the high of combat, the thrill of it all alongside her. Yet he is not so vocal.

Or if he is. They merely come out as pained gasps, grunts, groans and other sorts of things that signified his tearing down body. Yet, the Tiger hangs in there til the very last.

Even as he nips and scratches, peels her skin back with his claws and his fangs. Even as she essentially rends his body apart with her own weapon, his mind apart with her cursory magics.

When he is on the verge of collapse, the Tiger manages to gather himself. No, falling here isn't acceptable. It's simply not something I will do!

So he hops back, once and then again, finally gathering his own self once more. No further wounds, no major injuries. . yet no victory to be savored.

The wavy aurora around him of yellow contorts into blue once again. It goes without saying, he grasps ahold of an inner power, from within. Not a rage, but a calm over himself, over his own emotions.

And when he does, there comes even further strands of power.

"Look at you go. Got me all on the ropes, and--man. . I've gotta say. From what I've tasted? You're making my mouth water all over again! How dare you make me wait so long."
(Seequor)
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[22:42] And with the adrenaline...

...came the crash.

The occult aura surrounding her body dissipated, but the smile on her face remained. Today, she realized something amazing. She felt. She understood. And she...

...was grateful.

But she knew better than to thank him; she knew he didn't like such things. So instead, she merely spoke, exhausted, panting, too tired to make a finishing blow or leave any lasting injuries, yet awake enough to know that she won.

"How dare I make myself wait so long. This... this changes things."

But, really, did victory even matter in the face of such euphoria?
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[22:46] Beaten as he was, he manages to come up with the strength to approach the likely exhausted woman. The rush of combat, the goodness you feel from putting yourself on the line so much, so often.

It was that feeling he chased, he sought after it. He wanted it daily. Whether he be wounded for it or not. Could she understand now? Why? He wasn't sure she knew this need as deeply as he did. It was a hunger within a hunger.

It pained him.

Yet when he approaches, he presses the muzzle of his face against her if she is not able to push him away. "Next time, you better get stronger. If you're barely scraping by. . I'll be disappointed."

His tongue lashes out, eager to have another taste.
(Seequor)
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[22:49] Lemuria, in an apparent attempt to keep him away, splashed some blood in his face before walking away, but...

It was her blood.

A present? Maybe. It was ambiguous as to whether or not it was intentional, and Lemuria wasn't apt to give any definitive answers. Instead, she opted to be silent.
(Lemuria Augustus)
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[22:53] He does nothing to stop her! Rather, he watches her go, and watches her sway, and wiggle too.

Yes, it's quite obvious that he, in all of his lavishing desires, has no qualms with watching the Augustus walk away from him. He eventually follows, too. To leave the Vale.
(Seequor)
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