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Post by veronusiscadia on Nov 13, 2005 1:16:58 GMT -5
Veronus stood in a clearing in the middle of the Lycan Forest. He had his head bowed as the rain slowly fell onto his now black hair. Unlike his usual white hair that was as beautiful as the snow itself...no. Instead it was a hateful color. A color that meant rage and spite...but to whom, or what? His eyes were that of a peircing crimson. Unlike his normal loving dark blue. He looked up to the sky as the rain fell to his face. He spoke in a deep and dark voice.
"DEATH!!! I challenge thee! Thy bargain is thus; if you win...you can have my soul! If you lose...you give back all those that you have stolen! My trade is fair for I have the soul of a mighty Lycan King!! Face me!!"
He looked up at the sky. Waiting for an answer to his challenge. Yes...there is a huge chance he will lose...but he had to try. He could not just sit around and wait for a plan to be cooked up. He had no patience for it...
"I'm sorry Nicho...I'm sorry Mellieth..."
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 14, 2005 10:25:45 GMT -5
As Veronus stood in the forest, a robed figure would appear behind him. A long scythe would be held in the figure's pale hands. This was a shade of a death, though Veronus would not realize it: You called for me, lycan king? I dont see how a pup like you would stand a chance against me.: the robed figure would give a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders: Then again, its your funeral....
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Post by veronusiscadia on Nov 14, 2005 11:19:13 GMT -5
"I know I have no chance at all against you Death. But that shall not styop me from tryign to avenge a comrades soul. You are a disgrace to all entities of the soul...and you deserve no better than to die yourself! Be abnished to the hells that you crawled from!"
He stood, ready for an attack. He prayed one last time for the Gods to look after him. And hsi family if he were not to return.
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 14, 2005 13:44:45 GMT -5
Is that so? : A cruel grin would from on Anduin's face, then would quickly disappear, as Death moved with an unnatural speed, appearing right in front of Veronus as Anduin's right knee would slam into Veronus' gut:
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Post by veronusiscadia on Nov 16, 2005 10:31:01 GMT -5
He woudl let out a gasp and looked up at him as he bent over the knee shoved into his stomach.
"Give me...my soul back!"
He had part of hsi soul recovered...but not the whole thing. He was missing alot of his power...yet this part of his soul refused to be taken...and could not be. Not by Death...nor any other being.
"Angel risked her life and soul to bring me back...so all anger you have for her...all hate you have for her...you better take out on me!"
He then placed his hands on Death's knee and would push off of it. He then flipped back and then lunged forward at him, his claws outreached to his sides. Before he got to Death, he slid under him and then slashed up his back, with the most force he had ever put into a swing. Atleast hoping to damage the shell he was using. He spoke to himself in his mind softly. "I'm sorry...Angel."
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 16, 2005 11:06:27 GMT -5
:he would feel the claws go up his back, a cruel grin forming on his face as he would turn, facing Veronus as a laugh escaped Anduin's pale lips: You fool, you cannot hurt me that way. But, I know how to hurt you. Anduin's right hand would shoot out, and a bolt of black lightning would hit Veronus in the shoulder, easily knocking him off of his feet: the part of your soul that I have, Im keeping. Though Id rather have your complete soul within me. So be a good pup and die!
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Post by veronusiscadia on Nov 18, 2005 14:10:16 GMT -5
He would go flying from the hit. His shoulder seared and the flesh ripped off. What could he do now? He was a fish out of water....useless. He had to think of a way to hurt him...but how?
Then he got it. he smirked at him and laughed.
"How about you be a man...and take on my new spirit in the astral plane? Since your body can't be hurt....how about we do this like men. That is...unless Hades made you without balls..."
A cruel grin would slip his face. He then looked up at the sky.
"Mellieth....Hratli...look over me..."
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 18, 2005 20:10:36 GMT -5
A cruel grin would form on Anduin's face as he regarded the injured lycan king: You are not worthy of seeing my astral form, for you cant even hurt this shell. But, I am feeling charitable today. You wish to fight me in the astral realm, very well. You will get the rare honor of seeing my astral form....: with that. The area around them would waver, then fall away. After going dark for a moment, they would both be on the astral plane. Veronus would then see a large black sphere, thunder dancing along the outer shell of the sphere. Slowly, the sphere will fade, revealing Death's true form. Standing before Veronus would be a figure. Over seven feet tall, the figure was wreathed in dark energy, covering him like robes. The figure's face was pale and bony, the skin stretched tight over the skeleton of the figure. But the figures eyes were what would catch Veronus' attention, for one would look at them, they would be looking into an abyss, a lifeless void where all the souls were, little motes of light being sucked into everlasting darkness. The creature wielded a massive double-headed scythe, the blades dripping blood, a black aura emanating from the weapon: You got your wish, mortal. But now you will die, and the rest of your soul will be mine!
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Post by veronusiscadia on Nov 18, 2005 23:37:58 GMT -5
He smirked. His astral form was that of a sort fo sentient being...alien in some areas. His head was a wolf...yet his body...that of a man's. He had a gods aura surrounding him and then he reached to hsi side adn pulled out a sword.
The sword was at average length...but it had a wolve's head as a hilt. The real fur of a Lycan rested on the hilt. It was the Sword of Silver Moon. The one that was said to be lost to the Lycan race so long ago. It's power was to be mythed to say that it matched even Death's Scythe.
"Now Death...you will know the wrath of those you have killed...the souls you ahve taken...today Death. You shall fall to your knees and beg like a child...like you made so many before me."
He glared at him.
"Your body may not be harmed. But my soul is strong...stronger than you think Death. So do not underestimate me...or it will be your downfall."
He pointed the sword at him.
"Now come...try to take me Death..."
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Post by Stoic Soul on Nov 21, 2005 10:44:59 GMT -5
:A malicious laugh would escape Death's lips as he looked down upon the lycan: such brave words! Only one other showed such a disdain for death. You will face the fullest of my might, Veronus! : with that, Death's massive scythe would begin to spin in the air, black bolts of energy swirling around it. Then, a giant beam of dark energy would shoot from the head of the scythe, splitting into numerous smaller beams, all of which flew at Veronus from various directions:
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