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Post by Illidion the White Sun on Mar 5, 2006 20:26:19 GMT -5
Once every half century, Eredor the Black Breath, God of intrigue, shadows, illusion, and stealth chooses a mortal whom he torment's for his own amusement. Such people often go down in history as the unluckiest people in A'dense. In the years of the war, Eredor decided to choose a Beast-Man tiger known as Blake as his new pet. This is how it all began, explaining things such as why Blake is so disagreeable and why he's constantly followed at distance by a raven. "
Eredor watched the young tiger as he walked through the town. This was his new pet, his new pigeon. His new method for amusement. He followed the Beast Man and was guised in his favored form. A raven with amethyst eyes. He watched as the Tiger turned into a tavern and followed as a wisp of smoke and watched as the beast man sat down.
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Post by Blake on Mar 5, 2006 20:34:02 GMT -5
Blake's ears twitched. Common Beast-Person lore (fairy tales he didn't believe in, or so he said) dictated that when the gods are watching you, your ears twitch. Of course, seeing as Blake didn't believe in Beast-People's superstition, he didn't pay any attention to the movement. He twitched his ears often as a reflex; why not this time? This time, though, it would've done well for the tiger to pay attention to old legends.
He stepped into the tavern, ordering, simple enough, a glass of water and an apple. He liked apples. Apples were his "thing," so the speak. And so, ears twitching, he chomped away on the dandy little treat. Of course, being semi-paranoid, Blake kept his hand on his double-bladed sword. Why? Any one of those in this tavern could be secretly an enemy. He didn't want to be caught off guard by a single one.
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Post by Eredor on Mar 5, 2006 20:37:21 GMT -5
Apparently this Beast-man was a paranoid type. Good, this would be fun. He... smoked around the chair legs and onto the beast man's shoulder. "Boo." He said in a voice only the tiger would have been able to hear.
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Post by Blake on Mar 5, 2006 21:00:23 GMT -5
Blake jumped up, eyes wide. Either someone was trying to mess with him or attack him, and he didn't wait to find out which. Sword drawn, he turned around, closing his catseyes into angry slits. "Alright, which one of you idiots said that?" He would kill whichever one had, simple enough. That was just a stupid thing, and as far as Blake was concerned, anyone who had done it could go straight into Exha's open arms.
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Post by Eredor on Mar 5, 2006 21:12:32 GMT -5
Something sharp pressed into the back of the Tiger's neck. "Listen very carefully. I want you to go to one of the private rooms upstairs. As it is you've already made yourself look like a lunatic now go upstairs and try not to embarass yourself further kitty cat." Eredor laughed into the Beast-man's ear. This would be entertaining.
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Post by Blake on Mar 5, 2006 21:17:58 GMT -5
Blake silently cursed. He wouldn't be caught in a trap. He wouldn't be killed, he would try and stay ahead of them. Ducking down to get away from whatever was pressing on him, ears still twitching, eyes still slitted, he swiped behind him with the sword, trying to possibly catch whatever or whoever his tormentor was. Not bothering to look back to see if he hit it, and not caring who thought he was nuts (as he would be leaving town soon enough and most likely not see anyone gathered here again), he raced halfway up the steps and stopped. If he was going to fight, it would be here, on his own choice of ground, not on the hidden enemy's. He let out a low, warning growl.
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Post by Eredor on Mar 5, 2006 21:24:02 GMT -5
"Don't be stupid kitty. You aren't going to be rid of me." To reinforce this fact the sharp point dug a little deeper into the Beastman's skin and made a twisting motion. "Silly you, should have paid attention when your ears twitched. Now head up the rest of the stairs, enter a vacant room, and I will reveal myself to you. If you continue to resist I'll just take control of your limbs and force you to comply, if I do that you can bet you aren't going to like it capiche?
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Post by Blake on Mar 5, 2006 21:29:30 GMT -5
Ears twitch? A god? The only way he could've gotten behind me, Blake thought quickly, wincing a bit at the pain in his neck. He'd had worse, from too many enemies. Deciding that if this person wasn't a god, he could still easily be killed, he walked -though still slowly, in defiance- up the steps and into the first room. Thankfully, it was empty. "What the hell do you want?" The tiger growled. When gods meddled, Blake had always believed, it only made more trouble for cats like himself.
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Post by Eredor on Mar 6, 2006 11:39:21 GMT -5
"I want a lot of things kitty. I want power, I want to impress Kora, but right now I want something to amuse me and a means to keep an eye on Kora's plans. You have the honor, no the privilege, no the pleasurable, honorable, privilege to provide me with both. But now I think it's time we met face to face. God to pet." The sharp pain disappeared and a column of smoke appeared in the center of the room with a wind that sounded like the wailing of a thousand souls. The smoke formed into a dark slowly revolving whirlwind and when it cleared there was a female form standing in the middle of it. It was the form of a woman Eredor had known when he was mortal. Lithe and graceful wearing an outlandish outfit of greens, magentas, and teals. "Hello kitty. Can you guess my name?"
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Post by Blake on Mar 6, 2006 18:07:44 GMT -5
Blake raised an eyebrow. He didn't recognize this god or goddess... sure looked like a goddess, but he didn't recognize. That meant it was either a lesser goddess, very unlikely, or that this was a trick. Blake smiled dryly. "Show me your true form, and I'm sure I'll have much better luck at it," he hissed, one hand still on the blade at his side. Sure, you can't kill a god, but old habits don't die hard.
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Post by Eredor on Mar 6, 2006 22:00:17 GMT -5
"Perceptive cat. Very well then. If thought you might be more receptive to my charms if I appeared in this form but, if you insist." Eredor popped out of the female form and became the fearful looking jester. His horrible cross stitch grin seemed to mock Blake with every thread of it's being. The horrible faces sown into his tunic seemed to howl with hideous laughter at the tiger's predicament. "Bit easier for you dim mind to guess now?"
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Post by Blake on Mar 7, 2006 7:03:15 GMT -5
"Offering my best guest," Blake began, "My best guest would have to be Eredor." He smirked. "Since you knew about those ear twitching legends, you should know, too, that Beast-People are very superstition and know the gods faces from stories long told."
"Though I can see why you used that other form," he added with a frown. Quite the adventurous kitty kitty was Blake.
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Post by Eredor on Mar 7, 2006 10:56:05 GMT -5
"Did anybody ever tell you you were hilarious? Really witty. But never forget this, you don't know my face. Perhaps when I see fit to reveal it's wondrous majesty upon your fragile little mind you'll understand exactly what you're dealing with. But until then, please, by all means continue the jokes at my expense. It won't matter, I'll snap your brittle little mind in the end anyway." Eredor walked up to the Tiger and looked him in the eyes. "Let's see." He paced around him then stopped at his front. Reached forward with his gauntleted hand and attemted to open the cat's mouth to look at his teeth.
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Post by Blake on Mar 7, 2006 16:24:09 GMT -5
Blake snapped his head away. "The hell you doin'?" He asked gruffly. He didn't like it when anyone touched him. Didn't matter if he was talking to a god or not. Blake just did't like to be messed with.
(((Short post of doom. >.<))
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Post by Eredor on Mar 7, 2006 17:39:11 GMT -5
"I have to make sure the pedigree is satisfactory. Blech! You should brush more often." Eredor leaned back and scrutinized the cat for a moment. "Well you aren't the most refined mortal I've deemed worthy of my attention, but you'll have to do for now since you're one of the few that Kora has incorporated into her scheme. So, congratulations. You're my new valet." Eredor changed into a more normal form. He had been trapped in this mortal body eons ago. And now he appeared once again as the legendary bandit Jack of Blades. "I think this is the beginning of an abusive one sided relationship. Are you aware of the title awarded to mortals that I designate my new amusements?"
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