Like Mother, Like Daughter

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Like Mother, Like Daughter
Topic Started: Jun 21 2007, 06:44 PM (257 Views)
LadySabre	Jun 21 2007, 06:44 PM Post #1
Elder Posts: 322 Group: Co-Admin Member #2 Joined: November 29, 2005	Long black talons shredded the soft flesh of men as Drusilla charged forth. In one hand, she gripped her two-handed axe. The other she kept open, the claws at the tips of her fingers doing more damage than had she been carrying a weapon. All around her, foes dropped like the pawns they were. She'd lost sight of her daughter, Ana, but deep down she knew the girl was all right and that she would continue to be that way. Drusilla had trained her to be nothing but just short of the best, which was herself, of course. Only with her dying breath would she give the girl the secret to be the best... if she didn't learn it before then, that is. In the distance, Drusilla heard the faint sound of a bugling horn. The enemy was retreating. Cowards! Plowing through more and more of them, Drusilla finally caught sight of her Ana and a feral grin splayed out on her pale face. Locks of ebony hair fell into her eyes as she shifted her path of destruction in the direction of her daughter. Those who fought on her side made sure to pull away as she passed, although a few managed to get cut down for hesitating. Hesitation was not something needed in battle. In the end, mercy and hesitation made a man weak. His instincts were what kept him alive. And so those men played the part of examples for any who dared think she would spare them. Drusilla cared for no man, nor any women save her daughter Anatalya. At last making it to the young girl's side, Drusilla gave a hearty roar of jubilation, sending small drops of acid flying in every which direction. All around, men screamed in pain and many got themselves cut down because of the distractions of both acid and roar. "What's your count?" she growled to Ana, grinning from ear to ear as she pushed forward on the retreating enemy.
	Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...


Alain	Jun 21 2007, 07:28 PM Post #2
Posts: 449 Group: Validating Member #7 Joined: December 15, 2005	There was a beautiful twang as she let the arrow fly, and another enemy officer was knocked clean off his horse, a black feathered arrow sticking from his throat. Her expression didn't change, however... she wasn't an emotional fighter. Odd, considering her mother... "Fools should learn to hide..." She spoke in her oddly musical voice from her hiding place up one of the few remaining trees on the battlefield, a good way ahead of the front line, in enemy territory - and yet none had spotted her yet, in the confusion. Anatalya was a master of taking advantage of people's confusion, their minds... she was a very calculating girl. She shifted to hr next target and easily shot him down, One of their archers spotted her, then, and three of them turned to fire on her, but she turned, almost without looking, she drew three arrows at the same time and fired them in rapid succession, taking all of them out. It ruined her cover, though... she closed her blood red eyes, a little exasperated. She was nearly out of arrows anyways... before anyone could come up after her, she dropped from the tree, her pure white sash flowing in the air, almost in slow motion as she fell. She almost seemed a photo negative of her mother, pure white hair down to the middle of her back, pale skin, dressed all in the purest white. When her sleeves fell back, though, the similarity was more apparent - her hands were covered back nearly to the elbow in ebon scales, and her fingers ended in claws that had been small when she was firing, but now grew out, slashing through the throat of the first man she landed on. She bared her fangs in a deadly smile, "Those with no will to live shall lose their life..." Some of the men seemed stunned to see a girl so young - she looked barely thirteen - but at the sight of the blood that now stained her sleeve, a few broke the general charge to come after her. Her eyes simply closed again, though, and she thrust the bow at two of them, one claw snapping the string, letting the bowstave snap into their faces, shattering bones in the noses of both men, and dropping them easily. She whipped around gracefully, knocking six off their feet with that almost dancelike motion. It didn't stop there. She slung her bow over her shoulder, then she drew two long daggers - long enough to serve as shortswords for her - and continued her dance of death among the soldiers, blades biting deep into flesh, blood spraying across her porcelain skin and pure white clothes. She leaned to the side slightly, avoiding her mother's axe slash by barely a hair, and she smiled softly as her mother roared, Anatalya's flowing clothes settling back around her form - she was a beautiful girl beneath the blood, and it showed, though she seemed perfectly unconcerned as she licked blood off one dagger, turning back to her mother. "I believe it is forty two so far, mother. Mostly commanders... the confusion when their commanders are slaughtered is always quite amusing..." She spoke very quietly as she always did, the voice of that deadly little girl taking a lovely musical lilt to it - the girl was a lesson in irony...



LadySabre	Jun 21 2007, 09:59 PM Post #3
Elder Posts: 322 Group: Co-Admin Member #2 Joined: November 29, 2005	The blade of Drusilla's axe sailed over her daughter, missing the pale girl by no more than half an inch. It bit deep into the flesh of a man, cutting through the protective armor he wore as if it were nothing more than a cloth shirt before flying back out the other side of his body. "Humph... Forty two..." Drusilla hissed, a bit of acidic drool slipping out of her mouth. "I losst count back at 187... but that was around half a sstation ago..." A single bead of sweat created a tiny smudge from her right temple down to her jawline. As she grinned again, the drop fell do the earth, withering a few blades of stained grass. "Yess... Confusion amongsst the ranks is alwayss nice." Her claws lashed out towards an enemy again as she blocked a half-hearted shot from a second soldier. "Foolss! Cowardss! You will all perisssh!" The mob around her slowly moved back, but she continued to block, parry, and murder until they were all out of range. Throwing her blade, she watched gleefully as it sunk into the back of a retreating foe. Instead of charging after it, she allowed more and more space to come between her and the soldiers. That space quickly vanished as her mass grew and grew until she was easily fifty times her original size. Now in her full black dragon form, she stretched her claws - as long as her axe now! - and flapped her wings a few times to get the feeling back into them. Taking three steps forward, she stopped at her daughter's tree, waiting for the girl to hop onto her back. It would be the safest place for her, and the easiest place for her to get her shots off.
	Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...


Alain	Jun 21 2007, 10:11 PM Post #4
Posts: 449 Group: Validating Member #7 Joined: December 15, 2005	"You are the master of wanton violence, Mother, I simply provide the necessary confusion to augment the terror..." She smiled to her mother a moment, her cold red eyes softening just a little, but that didnt stop her from, in the very same second, whirling and taking a good chunk of one man's head off with her blade. As Dru went about her changing and terror-striking, Anatalya bent her knees and leapt directly at another stunned warrior. She plunged the dagger into his chest, and used him as a pivot point to swing around and push off. She flew up into the air, and found herself falling back onto several spears. None of them hit, though, as she twisted in the air, slipped between a gap in the spikes, and slashed one arm clean off. All in one motion, she snatched the spear out of the air and stabbed it through one man and into the one behind him, then she snapped the end off another, and used it to nail the weilder's foot to the floor. As he screamed, she put her sword through his throat, and closed her eyes just before a spray of hot blood hit her face. It felt good... She growled menacingly as one wounded soldier tried to grab a dropped blade and swing, but she put one sword in either of his arms, pinning him to the ground, and as he screamed she sunk her teeth into his throat, tearing most of it as she pulled her head back and swallowed, feeling the flesh slide down her throat, the crimson staining her clothes, now clinging to her form, sticky with blood... "Beautiful..." She looked back a moment to see her mother, fully tranformed, and she dashed through the enemy, cutting a path and swiping three quivers full of arrows before she slid her blades home, ran halfway up the trunk of the tree, and leapt off that to land on her Mothers back. She stroked her neck lovingly, then strung her bow with a fresh wire "Ready" She demonstrated with a perfectly placed shot between the eyes of a otherwise well-armored knight that decided to charge, and went about her business...



LadySabre	Jun 22 2007, 04:55 PM Post #5
Elder Posts: 322 Group: Co-Admin Member #2 Joined: November 29, 2005	A deep thrumming started up in the back of Drusilla's throat as she watched her daughter in the midst of men, slaughtering them all. She was protective of the girl, but she was not ignorant and was not fooled by the innocence of her daughter's outward appearance. A long grin filled her maw, showing off rows upon rows of shortsword-like teeth. Acidic spittle still dripped from her mouth and by the time Ana leapt onto her back, a small puddle had formed on the ground there between her two massive forepaws. From the corner of her eye, she saw the arrow and heard it whoosh past her large ear. Her red eyes followed the arrow and she grinned ferally when it sunk into a man's skull directly between the eyes. "Bullsssseye..." Drusilla hissed. "Let'ssss go!" Throwing back her long neck, she let out an enormous roar that echoed all across the field of battle, shaking the ground near her feet. Opening her large, leathery wings, she bent her knees and lurched up into the air. With only two powerful beats of her wings, she was up high enough to find a good thermal, which she used to glide over the enemy forces. A quiet gurgling noise started up in her throat, but died away just as quickly as it had began. Opening her mouth, she let loose a torrential rain of acidic spit. With the increasingly loud and pain-filled screams from below, Dru's excitement grew and grew until she couldn't help but let out another sweeping spray of acid. "Kill them all my ssssweeeet!" she cackled, dragging her tail down to maul an entire group of frightened enemy soldiers. She flew low so that she could reach down with both her fore and hind claws to rip men in half or pick them up and drop them into other patches of their comrades. A few smart enemies launched arrow after arrow at her, but they merely glanced off of her ebony scales.
	Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...


Alain	Jun 25 2007, 09:19 PM Post #6
Posts: 449 Group: Validating Member #7 Joined: December 15, 2005	Ana smiled soflty and nodded as her mother roared and took off, content for a few moments just to watch as death rained upon the soldiers, then swooped directly in on them... always nice to watch. But then there were the ones that thought they could bring them down, hm...? She drew calmly and put down each of the archers that shot up at the dragoness - they posed no threat to her mother, but they could potentially be a threat to her, and Ana did not believe in leaving any possible threat alive... "What else would I do, Mother...?" She spoke softly back to her, then resumed her hail of arrows, drawing and releasing and reloading all in one fluid motion, arrow after arrow punching through armor and flesh, shattering the bones it struck, knocking men off horses and their own feet... She saw one of their own break and run from her mother, and she shot him down just as calmly. The idiot. As much as he had to fear from her, he should have been smart. Mother did not kill allies that proved useful. Obviously he would not have been of use anyway. Anatalya turned again, spotting a man in gold armor riding away, and she shot him off his horse, one arrow to the heart, a bodkin straight through his back armor plate. "Insufficient..." She whispered, then turned once more to start shooting more cavalry off their horses - a dead horse was just cover, but a live one without a rider was a whole mess of panic, and she enjoyed watching the show...



LadySabre	Jun 29 2007, 06:20 PM Post #7
Elder Posts: 322 Group: Co-Admin Member #2 Joined: November 29, 2005	Drusilla continued to rain death down upon the enemy, laughing maniacally in her draconic way as she did. She swooped down low into an empty area and charged forward, still in flight. The thick plate and scales of her head and face protected her skull as she collided with the soldiers, sending them all flying backwards and to the side into their comrades. It wasn't long before the field was clear of all but five men. The one at the head of the group raised his bastard sword (very fitting for him, Dru thought) in the air and bellowed his defiance against her. The four others soon joined in his warcry and the group charged forward. "Kill them!" Drusilla hissed, "But that one isss miiine!!" she roared. As with most of the other enemies, these men did not turn or flinch at Drusilla's outward expressed rage. In fact, they were doing quite the opposite. They were smiling. Not exactly happy smiles, for they were more like sadistic, loony grins... Either way, they were not scared. Bloodrage settled in and Drusilla lost sight of the leader's four flanking lieutenants. At last, her hated enemy for the past few years collided with her. His bastard sword crashed against the side of her face, but glanced off of her scales with no harm done. With one quick snap of her maw, the arm brandishing the bastard sword disappeared. The man stood in awe for half a second, but that was long enough for Drusilla to lick her lips and lunge her face forward to chomp the top half of his body free of the lower half. Purring with delight, she lapped up the remnants of her enemy and turned to see what was left of his lieutenants.
	Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...


Alain	Jul 15 2007, 09:54 PM Post #8
Posts: 449 Group: Validating Member #7 Joined: December 15, 2005	Ana smiled slightly as she saw who was coming - oh, she knew as well as anyone who it was, Mother should have known that. After all Anatalya went everywhere her mother did, almost anyway... "Of course, Mother. I do hope he is tasty..." She cooed softly, then she stroked her Mother's neck once, lightly, and stood, running full out down the dragon's back, weaving in and out of spines, just trying to bleed off some of the incredible velocity before she leapt off, spun around in midair, and drew both her blades. As always she had timed it perfectly, and came down right atop one of the lieutenents. She slashed his spine into three pieces and shoved him off the horse, though she grabbed an interesting trinket from his belt. A faint smile crossed her lips as Mother's tail finally went by, and the man who had been riding next to the other saw who was riding. Ana leveled the pistol and pulled the trigger. There was a vicious boom, and blood blossomed across his chest. The bullet actually blew him clean off the horse, and Anatalya laughed. The other men drew their own pistols and shot, but Anatalya dropped off the horse, and the poor creature hit the ground hard after absorbing both shots. The dust kept either from seeing, though, until a black feathered arrow streaked out and hit one in the throat, then a bag of gunpowder followed - a twisted piece of cloth attached and lit on fire. It landed right in the dumbfounded knight's lap, and just as he realized what it was and let out a scream, it detonated, blowing chunks of the fool all over the battlefield. Anatalya stood alone then, one foot on the horse's corpse, her bow in one hand and a sword in the other - her other sword was stuck in the beast's side, she didnt think IT needed to suffer overmuch - and she licked some blood off the edge of her blade. "Tastes like a well earned death... and a debt of annoyance well and firmly paid..."



LadySabre	Jul 16 2007, 11:41 PM Post #9
Elder Posts: 322 Group: Co-Admin Member #2 Joined: November 29, 2005	All around her, enemies lay strewn like rag dolls deserted by their child puppeteer. What remained of the enemy - scant few - was well on their way back home, wherever that may be. Drusilla could still smell their fear, even despite the stench of blood, death, piss, and feces wafting around her. She'd watched Ana from the corner of her crimson eyes. The girl was a devil when it came to battle. Drusilla expected nothing less. As an archer, the girl was probably the best in all the kingdoms. As a warrior, she was a whirling dervish... no... She was... an artist. Grinning ear to ear, Dru licked her maw quickly, reviling in the taste of her enemy's innards. "Very tasssty, my dear..." she hissed, with a hint of a chuckle. "Yesss... A debt well paid... and a pessst gone to a better place now." A loud cackle started in the back of the massive ebony dragon's throat. A few moments later, it slowly drifted off from the lips of the large, ebon-scaled woman. Turning, Drusilla grinned at her daughter, before heading back towards her great axe. Once it was in her hands, she quickly licked it clean before re-attaching it to her back. "Come deary," she called out to Ana. "We have other matters to attend to. Let the hyenas scavenge this day, and let the humans chase down whatever remains of their enemy. It is time for us to get paid!" Her crimson eyes flashed happily at that word and with one last look at her daughter, the dragon took off towards the large tent that marked the leader's position within camp. Once in camp, those warriors who didn't run in fear far before she reached them, scurried out of her way before she got a chance to do anything harmful towards them. The guards standing at the entrance of the leader's tent moved their spears in Dru's way, but she snarled and one quavered. She eyed him, snapping her sharp teeth together with a loud 'chomp'. He squeaked. She brushed past them, and into the comfortable confines of the Lord's tent. "Our payment..."
	Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me...


Alain	Jul 18 2007, 07:19 PM Post #10
Posts: 449 Group: Validating Member #7 Joined: December 15, 2005	"Very well, Mother" Ana smiled back at her lovingly, a deep satisfaction in her as she watched the bits of that foolish man drop from her mother's jaws. It was done now, at least. And that was enough. She sheathed her blade and unstrung her bow, slipping it over one shoulder on a strap that would hold it there, and she picked up one dead man's canteen, using the contents to clean the blood from her face as they walked. Now she wasnt worried about appearances really any more than her mother, there was just a way she preferred - and plus, the blood was starting to dry, and it was uncomfortable. Her white clothes were still drenched, though - the blood spattered angel of the battlefield, she was sometimes called. She had yet to decide if she liked it. As she walked, she looked at her hands, and the scales receded and thinned a bit, her claws shrinking down slightly. It was always that way when there was a fight - her draconic aspects became more pronounced. Sometimes she was even able to grow wings, but this battle had not been intense enough. It was satisfying that the man and his pitiful forces were gone, but she wished it had been... well... more of a challenge. She was too young to be able to change fully the way her mother could, and there was a part of her that longed to be able to take to the sky on her own wings. But that was not something she worried about often. It was her personal ambition... to be like her mother... Anatalya tried not to smile as the guard stepped aside, nearly wetting himself just at that slight motion of her mother's lips. A fool, really. But at least he had the good sense to move aside when it was prudent. She stepped inside just after mother, and stayed slightly behind and to the right of her as she always did in times like this. Her clothes rippled slightly as she stepped up with her perfect, dancer's grace, and then hung back down, heavy with darkening crimson blood. Payment... the money they did not need, but there were many methods of payment, and if nothing else they had amassed an incredible hoard... a matter of pride for a dragon, in many cases.



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