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Post by Plexo on Jun 7, 2015 0:49:14 GMT
Plexo did sense the approach of a creature, but he never ceased his tune until a bloodcurdling screech echoed throughout the valley, causing Plexo's enjoyment to end abruptly. He stopped, tilting his helm up quickly, his optics advancing into more than just slits which he had foggily looked through. Now his mouth guard slid over his mouth, folding and clicking into place, as he clutched his flute with one servo, and the hilt of his sword with the other. He glared around him, now on his peds, to see a dragon like creature was near. It was a she. There was just that look to the draconic being that told Plexo instantly what gender it was--he knew this because he had seen male dragons, and since this dragon bore the looks of a she, it was a she. As simple as that. Seeing that the dragon's optics spoke not of any trace of crime, Plexo excused the creature from his small glare behind his visor, glowering to where he had heard the scream.
He placed his servo off the hilt of his blade, and placed the flute in his subspace. He ex-vented a small puff of cold mist, there was not at all a thick cloud surrounding him, but a small mist. The temperatures were lower around him, but it was in his nature, and he could not control his essence. Not entirely at least. The sleek dragoness with the green and golden armor was something which looked interesting enough, since it had been a little while since Plexo had laid his optics on a predicon.
Slowly, Plexo nodded at the creature, as if to say that his song had unfortunately ended, and he wasn't pleased about it either. The slight bitterness did not stop the golden and white warrior from stepping forth into the forest, his servo ready for his blade at a moments notice as he wordlessly and soundlessly looked about him, searching for the source of this unpleasant screech.
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Vampyricon
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Post by Vampyricon on Jun 7, 2015 1:28:39 GMT
A wheezing, groaning noise started up that rose and fell near Ivy and the others as light is emitted in a spinning triple helix pulsing in unison. Unlike a normal TARDIS, the sound, while technically that of a TARDIS, was much more forced, was sounding more like gears grinding and metal strained to its breaking point.
Out of the helix came a blood red mech, smoking and with his armour cracked, who staggered forwards a few steps and fell face down onto the ground. A few open gashes were present on his armour, although the surrounding area was very slowly healing by flowing together. If Ivy decided to take a reading of his spark pulse, she would find it at twice the frequency of a normal Cybertronian.
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Post by RedOptics on Jun 7, 2015 4:55:45 GMT
Slyfox calmed down, still shaking her helm furiously to get rid of the left over ringing. She then stayed still for a moment to compose herself, then looked towards the point of the sound. Gathering a long vent, she roared back in it's general direction, using the high pitched setting as a form of communication, though the one that hurt her had no hidden message, other than a clear lust for Energon. She then closed her long jaws and shook herself, this time her full body and stood on her hind legs. With her powerful wings, she lifted herself off the ground and into the air, rising a good height over the trees to slowly fly forward to find the source.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 7, 2015 7:07:28 GMT
*Trickshot felt scared, her yellow optics full of fear, she swallows hard and shivers at the feeling.*
Wha... what are you going to do to me?
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Post by Raiza on Jun 7, 2015 12:18:08 GMT
"I am feeling a bit...weak", the vampire recalled to Trickshot of her question. She then turned around slowly to face her. Her pink optics pulsing. "I must feed", she said as she traced a hand on her cheek and trailing down to her neck.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 7, 2015 12:21:49 GMT
But... But... What happens when you feed, miss?
*Trick said, frozen in fear.*
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Post by Skyspray (Aquahaze) on Jun 7, 2015 12:28:09 GMT
Chargewind was happily skipping along a narrow path in the woods. He had found a small turbofox which later haf become his food. Tasted ok, but energon was better. And now he was lost but didn't really think about that either. His mother would probably find him soon, if she had noticed that he was gone. He scratched a tree with his claws before continuing to walk. Maybe something else would find him, he had no idea. But maybe it would bring food or something to play with. He smiled a little and the dragon continued to happily skip forwards.
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on Jun 7, 2015 12:35:30 GMT
But... But... What happens when you feed, miss?*Trick said, frozen in fear.* , she said to her, straightforward. "One bite, with lots of blood taken, you will survive and remain normal. If it's only one bite, no blood taken, you're one of me. But that's not my intention now", the vampire gave a slick grin before leaning in and licked her pulsing neck. "Brace yourself, dear one. It will hurt", she reassured. |
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 7, 2015 12:39:02 GMT
*Trick shivered with a mix between fear and slight pleasure and she tried to move but Ivy's grip on her was tight.*
I'm a neutral... I haven't chosen a side I wish to serve, miss.
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on Jun 7, 2015 13:03:00 GMT
"And you would serve me?", the vampire asked as she tilted her head sideways while looking at Trickshot.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 7, 2015 13:05:06 GMT
Someone as... beautiful... Yes....
*Trickshot says, falling into a psychological trap.*
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on Jun 7, 2015 13:21:10 GMT
The vampire gave a wry laugh with a grin before moving Trickshot's head to the side to expose her neck.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 7, 2015 13:24:13 GMT
*She whimpers slightly, showing Ivy how scared and mentally fearful she is.*
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Post by RedOptics on Jun 7, 2015 14:05:55 GMT
Chargewind was happily skipping along a narrow path in the woods. He had found a small turbofox which later haf become his food. Tasted ok, but energon was better. And now he was lost but didn't really think about that either. His mother would probably find him soon, if she had noticed that he was gone. He scratched a tree with his claws before continuing to walk. Maybe something else would find him, he had no idea. But maybe it would bring food or something to play with. He smiled a little and the dragon continued to happily skip forwards. Slyfox, who happened to glance down at a spot between the mist, caught something with her eye for a split second. With a curious warble, she dove and fluttered her wings to land and turned around. Her wings folded so she could stand on them, and called towards what she saw with a small roar. Not a threatening one, more or less a beckoning call. The banshee, with a few snorts of air, walked closer slowly. It was a rather tiny mass that was there. Her helm turned to the right to look better and let off a few rumbles. |
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Plexo
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Post by Plexo on Jun 7, 2015 14:13:55 GMT
((Already handling something Vamp...))
Plexo heard the dragon take off for flight after returning a loud roar to the screech. Yelling never helped anything in the long run, so Plexo never did. He was not innocent of ever being angry, but he was not to get angry so easily, much less howl at someone for screeching. The problem was, Plexo could not tell if the streak was one of pain or fury. Either way, he had his mind set on investigating. As if events couldn't remain simple, the sounds of another beings tramping around sounded to the left. Plexo glanced to the side to see a little three-foot dragon sparkling. Perhaps these forests were breeding grounds, or perhaps this sparkling belonged to the green and golden she-dragon, since both had yellow optics, green armor, and good teeth. Basic reasoning, it sounded likely, but Plexo would not place his judgement on the small sparkling yet.
The innocence in his optics was a little annoying to Plexo, how cluelessly he seemed to tread. What could he expect of a small little critter though? Plexo thus proceeded back to tracing the screech, calmly and quietly the warrior walked through the forest, until he felt two structures emitting positive energy in the distance. Plexo's visor soon revealed to him as he ventured closer, without a word or much less of a soft huff of cold breath, that these were not structures; but Cybertronians. Plexo narrowed his optics as he found that one of these being was lifting the other, about to sink her teeth into another's neck, who limply hung, waiting to become a victim of the strange femme with teeth. A femme in need, it appeared.
Plexo stood where he was for a moment, watching the two murmur words to one another. He caught little more than enough information that indicated that the femme with sharp fangs had a leech ability, and was about to drain a femme who was absent minded-enough to not really struggle. Evidently, the second femme who could be deemed as 'prey' or 'lunch' was not a fighter by nature, hence not really worth salvaging since if she could not struggle, she obviously was incapable of living or surviving. Primus wasted his energies Plexo thought sometimes, making perfectly useless lifeforms who were only suited for one or two purposes--yet they found themselves in muddles.
Idiots. It was only appropriate, it would seem, to let this pathetic excuse for a femme suffer the consequences of her incompetence, and to let her be an example to any others that if one did not fight for their lives if need be, they would die. Unless...someone helps them. Plexo wanted to snarl to himself. Fool-hardy morons. That's what they were. They couldn't fight, they didn't ask for help sometimes, and yet others just had to. It was aggravating to the point where Plexo wanted to spit in disgust at them, and then leave. Unfortunately, it wasn't that simple, for two reasons. He hated watching innocent people die, and he disliked unnecessary death. There was no logic to this death save Darwinistic concepts, which were also illogical in many senses. Plexo gave the quietest ex-vent as the vampire femme began to move her mouth for the femme's neck, ready to drink from her victim. Would he let this happen? Would he really just allow this imbecile to die? No. He would have to save this fool. He always was left with saving fools. He would just have to keep doing it.
Plexo stepped out of his cover, charging his Expellers as he did so, unsheathed his blade. Plexo then lurched forward with sudden speed, darting for the vampire femme from the side, bringing his fist back to punch the femme with hard force to the temple of her helm, his objective to knock her out quickly and cleanly. Plexo would keep Ayre ready for use in his other servo, as he swung his fist for Ivy's helm, the twenty four foot mech prepared for battle.
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Plexo
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Post by Plexo on Jun 7, 2015 14:25:12 GMT
((*facepalm* Okay, maybe I was supposed to do something else with the screeching? I thought my attentions were supposed to be called to this area. *shrugs* If not though...then I'll edit for you both.
Edit:
Actually, I gotta GTG. If you two want, go ahead and ignore my post. I gotta hit the hey right now.))
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 7, 2015 15:05:12 GMT
*She whimpers slightly, showing Ivy how scared and mentally fearful she is.* |
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on Jun 7, 2015 15:09:05 GMT
The vampire opened her mouth halfway as her fangs extended. Slowly, she bite into the metal of Trickshot, drinking some of the energon and finally letting go. Feeling her strength flowing through her, Ivy sighed in relief as she felt her strength coming back to her.
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Post by Supernova Mavrix on Jun 7, 2015 15:11:46 GMT
*She cries out in pain and flops in Ivy's arms.*
I feel... weak...
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Raiza
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Post by Raiza on Jun 7, 2015 15:14:19 GMT
"Your strength will come back to you", Ivy reassured her before her grey and black tattooed body showed in the moonlight.
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