07-08-2016, 04:53 PM
Submitting turned out to be much easier than fighting.
A strange sense of acceptance and calmness washes over her and soon she’s standing in front of the little man completely relaxed. This time her head is on his eye level because of her own free – or maybe not so free? – will. She accepts the hands that roam across her skin and Igni is even snorting contently because of the small amount of affection. And she’s eager to return it. It’s not that her parents hadn’t been affectionate towards her, but she cannot say that she’s used to the feeling. Therefor it means the world to her to be treated in such way, like she mattered and was cared for. That the feelings maybe weren’t genuine wasn’t something that she paid attention to. Instead she gladly offered herself to him, blocking all other thoughts out and plainly ignoring everything the unaffected part of her mind had to tell her. Igni simply wanted his affection.
The almost gentle treatment, especially after the torture, makes her wonder why she hadn’t submitted like this earlier. It would’ve been so much easier for her and probably less traumatising. But she doesn’t understand nor know the little man’s reasoning and she probably would never. He still hadn’t spoken a word to her, but words weren’t needed. Just like Igni doesn’t need to know that the torture had been part of the process, just as her fight against it, even though her fight had been useless.
In her relaxed state she’s totally oblivious to the world. With that also to the changes she had went through. It is only when she sighs deeply that she notices something different. The expansion of her chest – the deep breath before the sigh – had caused her sides to brush against something, something unfamiliar and smooth. Surprised Igni opens her eyes again, blinking confused, only to see the little man stepping back and smile at her. Or was it a well-disguised grin? Her gaze follows his nonetheless, hear neck bending and head tilting a bit to be able to glance towards her own back. Out of all things she had expected to see, the black batwings that now sprout from her shoulders weren’t it.
Her mind is filled with questions, such as; what happened to me? Where did those wings come from? When did this happen? Why didn’t I notice it earlier? None of those she can answer and when Igni looks towards the little man again she instantly know he wouldn’t either. Why would he? He had enjoyed seeing her in pain, he hád tortured her, but in the end he had built her to be a different creature. If she hadn’t been feeling this calm and comfortable in his presence she probably would’ve questioned him, but right now she can only accept it, just like loves makes blind.
However, this doesn’t mean that the blue roan girl is ready to brush away this sudden change. Now she knows she’s aware how different she feels. The movement of the pair of wings on her back is still a bit odd, especially the sensation when the sensitive membrane of the wings brush against something else. Next to that there’s adrenaline rushing through her body, which isn’t too unfamiliar to Igni. She already knew she was a warrior, or wanted to be one, and the little man had turned her exactly into that. But next to the adrenaline there is something else too. Her throat felt dry and the sudden thirst was hard to ignore. If felt like her throat was on fire and stomach aching for food. And then not the food that had been available in her little cage. Thick, warm liquid with a sweet smell. That was probably where the two fangs were for. Her outermost front teeth had grown – just as magical as the bat wings – and were formed with a sharp tip that could tear through flesh easily.
He leads her away and Igni follows without questioning. She goes where he brings her. Like that she ends up in the colosseum. Her gaze must have shown her confusion. The little man only chuckles darkly, patting her upper leg (that was as far as he could reach) gently. ”Good luck girl, show me what you’ve got.” Those were his first spoken words towards her, might be the last too, because he disappears before the sound had completely faded away. Once again she was alone.
Well, not really alone. She can feel his eyes following her every movement as she walks further into the colosseum, the gates closing behind her and effectively blocking her way out. Instantly she feels very small, glancing around the arena with its high walls. Her wings would’ve probably made it possible for her to just fly across it, but the little man surely would’ve thought about that too. And even more important, she didn’t gets the chance to even try it, when the gate opposite of her opens.
It is another two legged creature that walks in, but this one is taller and far more dangerous and aggressive looking than the one that had tortured her, the one that she wanted to impress. He then stops, eyeing her up and down just as she was studying him. He was tall, broad and muscular, with long white – but somewhat dirty – shoulderlenght hair and a short beard. The scar on the left side of his face travelled from above his eye, right down across it and then with a cure towards his ear. But most scary of all was the calm, confident and judgemental look in his snake like eyes. In those eyes shé was the monster and she could barely blame him for that. His armor didn’t look like it was meant to withstand a lot, instead he would probably feel comfortable and be able to move around freely. To finish it all he carried two swords on his back, one silver, one steel, it was the first one that he drew.
She should have been afraid. Both afraid because of what might happen to her, but also afraid to hurt him. She was neither. All she wanted was to please and impress the little man and the only way of doing that was by defeating her opponent. But it wasn’t all. With the changes a strange sort of bloodlust had come, yet Igni wasn’t sure that that was due to the little man or because of the change she had gone through. In the end both would go back to the torture, but the urges had their specific sources.
Without second thoughts she lunges at him, almost blindly and completely driven by her bloodlust and superior feeling. Yes, Igni liked her new powers, it completed her in ways it shouldn’t. But right now it wasn’t the time to think about that. He stood there, ready for her, much more ready for the fight than she would ever be. She’s fast, faster than she thought she would be, dashing past him instead of coming to a halt on his right side. A bit confused the blue roan turns around, looking at the human creature like she waited for him to explain things to her. Of course he didn’t. A stinging feeling on her left side has her glance to her flank, where blood flowed. Where she had miscalculated he clearly hadn’t. Annoyed she snorts, ears turning back to pin against her skull as she lunges at him again.
This time she’s more aware of her new abilities. Her movements are fast, almost too fast to see with your bare eyes, making it look like she was teleporting her way around him. Every time she stopped – and thus was visible – she reached out, teeth sinking in skin and through lether, tearing flesh from his body. His sword didn’t stay still either, swaying in her direction with uttermost precision. But the more blood she tastes the less she seems to care about her own well-being. Where her opponent stays calm and collected, Igni loses herself more and more in the heath of the battle. Her strikes are strong but sloppy, leaving room for him to strike her with his silver sword.
The biting and tearing is occasionally traded for an aimed kick or a slash of her wings. That last move hadn’t been the best one though. Igni had managed to slash him with her right wing, but just as easily he had been able to cut the membrane of her wings. Never before had she felt something that hurt so, so badly. It forces her to retreat and once dashed to the other side of the arena she watches him, sides heaving. She watches him drink something (a swallow potion, it regenerates health points and mana) and instantly he looks much better. At the same time worse too, as the lines in his face show more clearly. He almost looks sickly, but that look is misleading.
Her right wing hangs limply at her side and it annoys her how little was needed to make them unusable. The pain only adds up to her heavy emotions. When she lunges herself at him again she aims for his left side and Igni doesn’t even bother to dodge his attack. The sword penetrates her chest and at the same moment she digs her fangs in his throat, tearing it away like a feline animal. She’s even growling from deep within her throat, enjoying the rich flavour on her tongue. She doesn’t step away, sucking the thick liquid out of him with his sword still stuck in her body. As long as it stays there it wouldn’t harm her too badly. Her head lowers when the two legged creature drops to the ground, hands flopping on his side lifelessly. Well, he’s not entirely lifeless yet, but soon would be. Her thirst sucks him dry, drinking every single drop of blood he has to offer her.
By the time she steps back, stomach full and thirst sated, she notices how exhausted she is. Then there is also the silver that’s stuck within her body. She had lost almost just as much blood as she had taken, blue roan coat covered in red. However, she doesn’t feel the pain, only triumph and with a hopeful glint in her eyes she glances up to where the little man is seated, hoping he would look pleased.
A strange sense of acceptance and calmness washes over her and soon she’s standing in front of the little man completely relaxed. This time her head is on his eye level because of her own free – or maybe not so free? – will. She accepts the hands that roam across her skin and Igni is even snorting contently because of the small amount of affection. And she’s eager to return it. It’s not that her parents hadn’t been affectionate towards her, but she cannot say that she’s used to the feeling. Therefor it means the world to her to be treated in such way, like she mattered and was cared for. That the feelings maybe weren’t genuine wasn’t something that she paid attention to. Instead she gladly offered herself to him, blocking all other thoughts out and plainly ignoring everything the unaffected part of her mind had to tell her. Igni simply wanted his affection.
The almost gentle treatment, especially after the torture, makes her wonder why she hadn’t submitted like this earlier. It would’ve been so much easier for her and probably less traumatising. But she doesn’t understand nor know the little man’s reasoning and she probably would never. He still hadn’t spoken a word to her, but words weren’t needed. Just like Igni doesn’t need to know that the torture had been part of the process, just as her fight against it, even though her fight had been useless.
In her relaxed state she’s totally oblivious to the world. With that also to the changes she had went through. It is only when she sighs deeply that she notices something different. The expansion of her chest – the deep breath before the sigh – had caused her sides to brush against something, something unfamiliar and smooth. Surprised Igni opens her eyes again, blinking confused, only to see the little man stepping back and smile at her. Or was it a well-disguised grin? Her gaze follows his nonetheless, hear neck bending and head tilting a bit to be able to glance towards her own back. Out of all things she had expected to see, the black batwings that now sprout from her shoulders weren’t it.
Her mind is filled with questions, such as; what happened to me? Where did those wings come from? When did this happen? Why didn’t I notice it earlier? None of those she can answer and when Igni looks towards the little man again she instantly know he wouldn’t either. Why would he? He had enjoyed seeing her in pain, he hád tortured her, but in the end he had built her to be a different creature. If she hadn’t been feeling this calm and comfortable in his presence she probably would’ve questioned him, but right now she can only accept it, just like loves makes blind.
However, this doesn’t mean that the blue roan girl is ready to brush away this sudden change. Now she knows she’s aware how different she feels. The movement of the pair of wings on her back is still a bit odd, especially the sensation when the sensitive membrane of the wings brush against something else. Next to that there’s adrenaline rushing through her body, which isn’t too unfamiliar to Igni. She already knew she was a warrior, or wanted to be one, and the little man had turned her exactly into that. But next to the adrenaline there is something else too. Her throat felt dry and the sudden thirst was hard to ignore. If felt like her throat was on fire and stomach aching for food. And then not the food that had been available in her little cage. Thick, warm liquid with a sweet smell. That was probably where the two fangs were for. Her outermost front teeth had grown – just as magical as the bat wings – and were formed with a sharp tip that could tear through flesh easily.
He leads her away and Igni follows without questioning. She goes where he brings her. Like that she ends up in the colosseum. Her gaze must have shown her confusion. The little man only chuckles darkly, patting her upper leg (that was as far as he could reach) gently. ”Good luck girl, show me what you’ve got.” Those were his first spoken words towards her, might be the last too, because he disappears before the sound had completely faded away. Once again she was alone.
Well, not really alone. She can feel his eyes following her every movement as she walks further into the colosseum, the gates closing behind her and effectively blocking her way out. Instantly she feels very small, glancing around the arena with its high walls. Her wings would’ve probably made it possible for her to just fly across it, but the little man surely would’ve thought about that too. And even more important, she didn’t gets the chance to even try it, when the gate opposite of her opens.
It is another two legged creature that walks in, but this one is taller and far more dangerous and aggressive looking than the one that had tortured her, the one that she wanted to impress. He then stops, eyeing her up and down just as she was studying him. He was tall, broad and muscular, with long white – but somewhat dirty – shoulderlenght hair and a short beard. The scar on the left side of his face travelled from above his eye, right down across it and then with a cure towards his ear. But most scary of all was the calm, confident and judgemental look in his snake like eyes. In those eyes shé was the monster and she could barely blame him for that. His armor didn’t look like it was meant to withstand a lot, instead he would probably feel comfortable and be able to move around freely. To finish it all he carried two swords on his back, one silver, one steel, it was the first one that he drew.
She should have been afraid. Both afraid because of what might happen to her, but also afraid to hurt him. She was neither. All she wanted was to please and impress the little man and the only way of doing that was by defeating her opponent. But it wasn’t all. With the changes a strange sort of bloodlust had come, yet Igni wasn’t sure that that was due to the little man or because of the change she had gone through. In the end both would go back to the torture, but the urges had their specific sources.
Without second thoughts she lunges at him, almost blindly and completely driven by her bloodlust and superior feeling. Yes, Igni liked her new powers, it completed her in ways it shouldn’t. But right now it wasn’t the time to think about that. He stood there, ready for her, much more ready for the fight than she would ever be. She’s fast, faster than she thought she would be, dashing past him instead of coming to a halt on his right side. A bit confused the blue roan turns around, looking at the human creature like she waited for him to explain things to her. Of course he didn’t. A stinging feeling on her left side has her glance to her flank, where blood flowed. Where she had miscalculated he clearly hadn’t. Annoyed she snorts, ears turning back to pin against her skull as she lunges at him again.
This time she’s more aware of her new abilities. Her movements are fast, almost too fast to see with your bare eyes, making it look like she was teleporting her way around him. Every time she stopped – and thus was visible – she reached out, teeth sinking in skin and through lether, tearing flesh from his body. His sword didn’t stay still either, swaying in her direction with uttermost precision. But the more blood she tastes the less she seems to care about her own well-being. Where her opponent stays calm and collected, Igni loses herself more and more in the heath of the battle. Her strikes are strong but sloppy, leaving room for him to strike her with his silver sword.
The biting and tearing is occasionally traded for an aimed kick or a slash of her wings. That last move hadn’t been the best one though. Igni had managed to slash him with her right wing, but just as easily he had been able to cut the membrane of her wings. Never before had she felt something that hurt so, so badly. It forces her to retreat and once dashed to the other side of the arena she watches him, sides heaving. She watches him drink something (a swallow potion, it regenerates health points and mana) and instantly he looks much better. At the same time worse too, as the lines in his face show more clearly. He almost looks sickly, but that look is misleading.
Her right wing hangs limply at her side and it annoys her how little was needed to make them unusable. The pain only adds up to her heavy emotions. When she lunges herself at him again she aims for his left side and Igni doesn’t even bother to dodge his attack. The sword penetrates her chest and at the same moment she digs her fangs in his throat, tearing it away like a feline animal. She’s even growling from deep within her throat, enjoying the rich flavour on her tongue. She doesn’t step away, sucking the thick liquid out of him with his sword still stuck in her body. As long as it stays there it wouldn’t harm her too badly. Her head lowers when the two legged creature drops to the ground, hands flopping on his side lifelessly. Well, he’s not entirely lifeless yet, but soon would be. Her thirst sucks him dry, drinking every single drop of blood he has to offer her.
By the time she steps back, stomach full and thirst sated, she notices how exhausted she is. Then there is also the silver that’s stuck within her body. She had lost almost just as much blood as she had taken, blue roan coat covered in red. However, she doesn’t feel the pain, only triumph and with a hopeful glint in her eyes she glances up to where the little man is seated, hoping he would look pleased.
Opponent: Witcher Geralt of Rivia, monster slayer (human mutant)
Battle powers: Vampire horse (batwings, fangs, supernatural speed + strenght)