Post by Dainn Haskett Vindalfr on Apr 1, 2014 14:56:40 GMT
"How'd prison treat you? Did they paint flowers and smiley faces on your shackles during your vacation there?"
Dainn gave a unimpressed snort.
You want to play it like that, do you, Cedric?
"Oh yes," came Dainn's breezy reply, wafting his free hand in the air, "-lovely bunch, those Hrafnung boys. Very accommodating." It was becoming increasingly hard to keep the venom from seeping into his voice, but his wide, plastic grin remained unflinching. "They really love their whips in prison." He pursed his lips in thought, "Although maybe I was always getting V.I.P treatment. Tell me, Cedric-" Dainn turned his gaze back to the less-than-impressed Vetr, "-you didn't commission for that yourself, did you?" He titled his head to the side and gave Cedric and almost sweet, thankful expression, "It's just, I know you're so busy, you must've not found any time to come see me and do it yourself."
A dark giggle slithered past Dainn's lips, "But don't you worry, Cedric, I won't take it as a personal insult."
"Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings! Just shut your festering gob, you tit! Your kind makes me puke! You vacuous, coffee-nosed, malodorous pervert!"
It was with the greatest difficulty that Dainn had to repress a content sigh as Cedric unleashed his anger. That chattering, colourful tongue of his brought back so many memories to the Shuck's mind he was almost thankful for the nostalgia. That's right, I remember now. The interesting choice of vocabulary spewing from that Vetr's ridiculous mouth reminded Dainn of the man's obsession with Shakespeare, how he'd spoken similar phrases the last time they were locked in a confrontation.
With every fresh new insult Cedric hurled his way, Dainn responded with a violent (and sarcastic) flinch, expression creasing into a grimace as the barrage of taunts hit him. Once Cedric was finished, there was a pause, in which Dainn pursed his lips and raised both eyebrows, as if expecting more. Once he was certain the Vetr was finished with that particular episode, he clicked his tongue, "Very nice performance." he commented, clapping his wet hands together slowly for a brief applause, "Just don't quit your day job, Cedric."
He gave a small shrug and flopped the severed arm over one shoulder and used it as a makeshift back-scratcher as he spoke, "You always did have the most...interesting choice of insults. The men in prison - goodness me - they..." He paused briefly to awaken his memory - as if it was hard to forget, "They stabbed, bit, punched, swore, raped, kicked, strangled, brutalised....But that," He stopped his scratching and used Kaelan's quickly stiffening arm to point at Cedric, "-that reeeally hurt."
"Letting you go with the knowledge you might someday continue your rampage took more balls than you'll ever have,"
Dainn raised an eyebrow.
A curious answer. One that Dainn couldn't honestly say he understood the meaning over, but the again, gods knew what went on inside that Drakonrhedi's thick head.
"Of course, you don't realize the true meaning of balls--how could you, when you don't have any yourself? The fact is, regardless..."
With his brow furrowing and smirk widening, Dainn watched on in silence as Cedric appeared to be surveying the scene before him, no doubt evaluating his next choice of action. A small noise of amusement escaped Dainn's voice box.
Always so predictable.
He turned his body around slightly and dropped the severed arm back down, the hunk of flesh landing with a dead thud and a wet squelch next to its ex-owner. "A keepsake of the evening," he informed Kaelan, giving him a gentle nudge with his foot, "Aren't I generous?"
He turned his attention back to Cedric, just in time too, as the Vetr had suddenly exploded into action. He lunged forward, blades poised and followed by slithering tendrils of shadow. Dainn recognized such tactics; Cedric had used similar means to outdo him last time, but Dainn made sure he was prepared for this. He squared his feet, poised and stable, ready to meet the full force of Cedric attack. There was no denying Cedric was a good shot, as much as Dainn hate to admit it, but he had to be realistic and expect an exact hit. If it came, he would meet it, after all, what was another notch in his skin?
True to his own expectancy, the blade hit. By this point, however, Dainn had swung up a forearm and locked it in place, firm and resolute. He had no weapons or other means to shield himself, so the least he could do was deflect some of the blow by using his own body. It was fortunate he did, the last-minute barrier stopping the blade from thrusting into his skin as much as it could've done. However, it still pierced him, just below above his ribs, but there was no time to cry out as Cedric was already on him.
Dainn had to be wary; it was the arms that he needed to subdue first or at least keep a safe distance from. The latter option would prove difficult, as both his body and Cedric's had now collided, but Dainn's firm stance stopped them from toppling over onto Kaelan. Dainn was resolute that he wouldn't injure the tiro anymore, not out of any feelings of compassion, but simply so his earlier words would hold some meaningful ground, the boy needed to learn his lesson, after all.
Dainn's hands flew up quickly to grip Cedric's shoulder in an attempt to keep him from advancing any further, his expression twisted into a snarl. Of course, mere countenance wouldn't be enough to sway his opponent, so as he kept his distant grip on Cedric's shoulder, Dainn brought up his leg and with a sudden, firing motion, kicked outwards into Cedric's stomach with a powerful force, attempting to stagger or even push the Vetr back.
With the break in conflict, Dainn quickly doubled back, leaving Cedric the possession of Kaelan. But it was alright; Dainn had finished toying with his prize now, if Cedric wanted to play the heroic protector, so be it.
The distance between him and the two Drakonrhedi was around ten metres by this point, but Dainn had no intention of retreating. He stood, feet shoulder width apart, shoulders raised, head dipped, a deep guttural growl rumbling through his clenched teeth. As he surveyed the scene, he realised he was at a significant disadvantage; Cedric had daggers, Dainn had only his bare hands.
Bare human hands.
The Shuck shifted, his canine figure adopting a similar stance as the one previous. His hackles were raised and his fur bristled, despite the constant fall of rain. The lighting split the sky again, followed by a tremendous blow of thunder. As the sudden brightness enveloped the world, Dainn captured the sudden exposure in his eyes, his grasp on the ability to exploit illusions enhancing the light to emit a bright, white glow from his round, saucer-like eyes. A simple parlor trick, perhaps, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Cedric had met him in this form before, it would be rude not to greet his own friend in such an accustomed fashion.
Tags: Kaelan Avallochson, Cedric Vyrrson
Inspiration:
Notes: aww yeah smackdown
also sorry rydia if there's nothing for kaelan to reply with this is kinda short and sucky argh
Dainn gave a unimpressed snort.
You want to play it like that, do you, Cedric?
"Oh yes," came Dainn's breezy reply, wafting his free hand in the air, "-lovely bunch, those Hrafnung boys. Very accommodating." It was becoming increasingly hard to keep the venom from seeping into his voice, but his wide, plastic grin remained unflinching. "They really love their whips in prison." He pursed his lips in thought, "Although maybe I was always getting V.I.P treatment. Tell me, Cedric-" Dainn turned his gaze back to the less-than-impressed Vetr, "-you didn't commission for that yourself, did you?" He titled his head to the side and gave Cedric and almost sweet, thankful expression, "It's just, I know you're so busy, you must've not found any time to come see me and do it yourself."
A dark giggle slithered past Dainn's lips, "But don't you worry, Cedric, I won't take it as a personal insult."
"Don't give me that, you snotty-faced heap of parrot droppings! Just shut your festering gob, you tit! Your kind makes me puke! You vacuous, coffee-nosed, malodorous pervert!"
It was with the greatest difficulty that Dainn had to repress a content sigh as Cedric unleashed his anger. That chattering, colourful tongue of his brought back so many memories to the Shuck's mind he was almost thankful for the nostalgia. That's right, I remember now. The interesting choice of vocabulary spewing from that Vetr's ridiculous mouth reminded Dainn of the man's obsession with Shakespeare, how he'd spoken similar phrases the last time they were locked in a confrontation.
With every fresh new insult Cedric hurled his way, Dainn responded with a violent (and sarcastic) flinch, expression creasing into a grimace as the barrage of taunts hit him. Once Cedric was finished, there was a pause, in which Dainn pursed his lips and raised both eyebrows, as if expecting more. Once he was certain the Vetr was finished with that particular episode, he clicked his tongue, "Very nice performance." he commented, clapping his wet hands together slowly for a brief applause, "Just don't quit your day job, Cedric."
He gave a small shrug and flopped the severed arm over one shoulder and used it as a makeshift back-scratcher as he spoke, "You always did have the most...interesting choice of insults. The men in prison - goodness me - they..." He paused briefly to awaken his memory - as if it was hard to forget, "They stabbed, bit, punched, swore, raped, kicked, strangled, brutalised....But that," He stopped his scratching and used Kaelan's quickly stiffening arm to point at Cedric, "-that reeeally hurt."
"Letting you go with the knowledge you might someday continue your rampage took more balls than you'll ever have,"
Dainn raised an eyebrow.
A curious answer. One that Dainn couldn't honestly say he understood the meaning over, but the again, gods knew what went on inside that Drakonrhedi's thick head.
"Of course, you don't realize the true meaning of balls--how could you, when you don't have any yourself? The fact is, regardless..."
With his brow furrowing and smirk widening, Dainn watched on in silence as Cedric appeared to be surveying the scene before him, no doubt evaluating his next choice of action. A small noise of amusement escaped Dainn's voice box.
Always so predictable.
He turned his body around slightly and dropped the severed arm back down, the hunk of flesh landing with a dead thud and a wet squelch next to its ex-owner. "A keepsake of the evening," he informed Kaelan, giving him a gentle nudge with his foot, "Aren't I generous?"
He turned his attention back to Cedric, just in time too, as the Vetr had suddenly exploded into action. He lunged forward, blades poised and followed by slithering tendrils of shadow. Dainn recognized such tactics; Cedric had used similar means to outdo him last time, but Dainn made sure he was prepared for this. He squared his feet, poised and stable, ready to meet the full force of Cedric attack. There was no denying Cedric was a good shot, as much as Dainn hate to admit it, but he had to be realistic and expect an exact hit. If it came, he would meet it, after all, what was another notch in his skin?
True to his own expectancy, the blade hit. By this point, however, Dainn had swung up a forearm and locked it in place, firm and resolute. He had no weapons or other means to shield himself, so the least he could do was deflect some of the blow by using his own body. It was fortunate he did, the last-minute barrier stopping the blade from thrusting into his skin as much as it could've done. However, it still pierced him, just below above his ribs, but there was no time to cry out as Cedric was already on him.
Dainn had to be wary; it was the arms that he needed to subdue first or at least keep a safe distance from. The latter option would prove difficult, as both his body and Cedric's had now collided, but Dainn's firm stance stopped them from toppling over onto Kaelan. Dainn was resolute that he wouldn't injure the tiro anymore, not out of any feelings of compassion, but simply so his earlier words would hold some meaningful ground, the boy needed to learn his lesson, after all.
Dainn's hands flew up quickly to grip Cedric's shoulder in an attempt to keep him from advancing any further, his expression twisted into a snarl. Of course, mere countenance wouldn't be enough to sway his opponent, so as he kept his distant grip on Cedric's shoulder, Dainn brought up his leg and with a sudden, firing motion, kicked outwards into Cedric's stomach with a powerful force, attempting to stagger or even push the Vetr back.
With the break in conflict, Dainn quickly doubled back, leaving Cedric the possession of Kaelan. But it was alright; Dainn had finished toying with his prize now, if Cedric wanted to play the heroic protector, so be it.
The distance between him and the two Drakonrhedi was around ten metres by this point, but Dainn had no intention of retreating. He stood, feet shoulder width apart, shoulders raised, head dipped, a deep guttural growl rumbling through his clenched teeth. As he surveyed the scene, he realised he was at a significant disadvantage; Cedric had daggers, Dainn had only his bare hands.
Bare human hands.
The Shuck shifted, his canine figure adopting a similar stance as the one previous. His hackles were raised and his fur bristled, despite the constant fall of rain. The lighting split the sky again, followed by a tremendous blow of thunder. As the sudden brightness enveloped the world, Dainn captured the sudden exposure in his eyes, his grasp on the ability to exploit illusions enhancing the light to emit a bright, white glow from his round, saucer-like eyes. A simple parlor trick, perhaps, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Cedric had met him in this form before, it would be rude not to greet his own friend in such an accustomed fashion.
Tags: Kaelan Avallochson, Cedric Vyrrson
Inspiration:
Notes: aww yeah smackdown
also sorry rydia if there's nothing for kaelan to reply with this is kinda short and sucky argh