Duel:Syadon v Thea

• Date: June 9, 2009
• Location: Sage Forest Bell
• Rounds/Time limit: 3rds/10 min.
• Stakes: None
• Judges: None
• Decision: Syadon conceded, but you can decide.

Thea vs Syadon -or- A Dance to Remember

Syadon smiles as only the wisp can, dense tangle of vines slowly sways with a gentle breeze, the dense canopy above the pair parts greatly letting in the full radiance of the heavens above. The dense thistle shivers with anticipation though it knew the elder was coming, and it awaited his impending arrival, as dark clouds slowly close in upon the opening, thunder booms in the distance, lightning shatters the stillness with its radiant flash, tangled expanses of vegetation quickly engulf the shriveled vampire tightly surrounding every inch of the last heir of the D'allissirre line. Gathering quickly the forest comes to life with the sounds of animals gathering to witness this, each in turn bows to the tangled mess though he were the true king of this land. A great expanse opens in the clearing, the thistle drags the once wisp in time deep into its heart, and closes though it never was, a great rumble erupts from the bowels of this Hollow land. The earth, and stone way breaks open once more as a rose unlike any other grows from its heart, petals dripping a dark sanguine liquid onto the hallowed opening, as the rose fully blooms the vampire emerges no longer in the nude. Long flowing locks of near translucent white dance across the most decadent face ever to feign a smile, black leather garments wrap his frame though applied with a brush. As the dust settles a bit now he takes the pixies hand, "I would love to dance my sweet…sweet Thea." The other wrapped tightly round the velvet hilt of his brand, Thorn, the dark rose. Slender digits caress its grip as the elder statesman in a whirl of preternatural speed appears behind the pixie, his blade screams the death nell as it seeks home deep within her flesh, hungering for a taste of long lingering soul..

Thea watches his facade turn as the delicate bloom fades and reveals his form. The leather dressings only entice her closer to accept that hand, her own offering a knowing squeeze as the pivotal motion begins. With no time to reply save for the shared smile between she and the suave vampire, the Pixie spins freely, frame entwined with his. Unnaturally so, her gauzy wings cling to her curves with the motion and instincts guide her to assume her smallest stature for the remainder of this 'dance'. No more than several inches in all, the tiny winged creature manages unscathed save for a tear to her left wing that a well-wielded Thorn manages to snag. Her small hand slips easily from his allowing the ease of flight. She turns to fully face him, faint features conveying just a subtle hint of hurt as she raises her palms, a deep crimson bloom clutched in the left. Full claret lips begin to flutter with an incantation known only to her kind, enchanting the rose, and indeed it's thorns to grow to massive proportions. Nine tendrils of green sporting vicious spikes spread to a lengthy cat-of-nine tails, each tip graced with a fresh and fragrant flora. She releases a word of power and flicks the living whip toward the vampire's mid-section, hoping to entangle him in the throw. "Perhaps a tango, love?"

Syadon 's stance is taken off balance as his blade slices more air than pixie, quickly shuffling his feet to regain some semblance of rhythm to his gate. "A tango…why that would be divine." Left hand removing a black rose from a hidden pocket, clinching it tightly between his teeth, the sudden flash of the thorned mace causes an instinctive reaction, quickly turning the thorns slice down each side of his body, sanguine blood dances over his lower extremities. "I always knew you were a skilled dancer.." Looking down to the earth, a dark spiral of all encompassing myst envelopes the enjoined combatants, the tip of Thorn touching the earth briefly, the shrill metallic song echos against the night, as it seems all around, yet so very far at the same time. Rising from the mist with the grace of a night owl, preternatural eyes always fixed upon the targeted pixie, falling from above with a thunderous explosion of speed the rose blade drives hard into the earth, sending a ripple of power outwards in all directions, so powerful the surrounding villages all wonder for whom the bell really tolls this night.

Thea conveys a sated expression once the flow of vitae is reached, watching her rose-whip do just as she intended. Concern contorts a delicate brow when the ebon bloom is presented, knowing all too well that this will not be an easy waltz with the vampire. The myst seeps up to her delicate nostrils, causing a wrinkle of her nose by the stench. Luminous viridian eyes widen and her tiny heart pounds against her breast as the winged predator's approach is noticed. With as much haste as she can muster, the Druidess extends her arms skyward, almost inviting the owl's talons to grab for her. Thea's hands meet palm to palm, dragonfly wings raising to meet with forearms, melding together and feathers take place of flesh, her head and body contorting grotesquely to assume the shape of her own bird of prey; a raven that lunges toward her winged foe in the skies, exacting talons hell bent on ripping it's wings from their station. The quake is felt through her body, though her lofty position aids in shielding her from the full blow. Narrowed eyes hone in on the vampire and her original target is now in sight as an aerial circular display serves introduction for a call to the kindred of the very bird she's assumed this night. Within moments, a virtual cyclone of screeching feathers and razor-like claws is heading straight for Syadon, hungry to consume him in the swarm of enraged ravens.

Syadon pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath of chilled night air, rising slowly giving rest to his blade as lurid sparks dance outwards as it slowly slides into the welcome warmth of the smooth sheath, fingers tracing the velvet folds of its hilt. The peaceful still of the moment is broken by the thunder of wings as hundreds of ebon winged avian assassins descend upon him seeking to rend flesh from bone, talon and beak rip and tear his flesh. Kneeling to the earth, somewhat aided by the crushing weight of the ravens, "Ahh, a cha cha you desire." Drawing his dark cloak round his frame, hiding what he can from the winged terror, as his blood drips downward being absorbed into the now disheveled ground, each drop of sanguine turns ebon as the night skies, gathering into an abyss of pain drawing upon all that is, or was of this night, feasting upon all the inflicted wounds from the pair, tendrils of darkness scream forth lashing out at the ravens growing ever more with each as it absorbs them into its own being, one by one until it finds the originator, lashing out full force at the druidess in dark form.

Thea, now spent from the amount of energy her spell has consumed resumes her natural shape and releases the feathered creature from her appearance. She kneels close to the earth, panting through what utterances she can manage in her exhausted state, the oncoming darkness encroaching at a deadly pace. Amiable digits to left and right move equally to retrieve the Enchanted dirks from 'neath the confines of her gown. Held with a fierce grasp, the Pixie knows the inevitable approaches and she dives headfirst into the throw, allowing it to consume her petite form long enough to use the remainder of both her magics and physical energies to plant one of the daggers into the earth to it's hilt beneath Syadon's feet while it's brethren is hurled directly skyward toward a well-formed cloud. The sky opens up and the thunderous quake rumbles as a series of lightning bolts begin to surge between the two points of Enchanted metal and form an ominous orb that travels between them leaving the vampire directly in the line of target.

Syadon groans slightly as the battle has taken a great toll upon him, the stress of the fight showing across his face. Laughing slightly, as the heavens rumble against themselves the gods fire drives towards the wisp the heat of their onslaught tearing the leaves as closer they encroach upon him. With speed never before shown he stands, releasing all his power, then entirity of it against the onslaught to try and block it yet still it drives him hard into the earth. When the dust settles, all that remains is the tattered and well worn vampyre that began the eve. "You dance.....divinely.." Echoing past his lips as what was the young veral wisp, now is relegated to the aged and feeble Syadon.