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Post by Deryk Serino on Jan 7, 2014 1:15:32 GMT -4
Deryk ground his teeth as his night got worse and worse, hatred grew in his eyes as his own Overmind was lead on by the pair before him. They laughed at him. They spoke of beating him. Deryk just wanted this night to end, he wanted to find a dark place to crawl away into and lurk.
As a child he was treated similarly to this, and then when he finally got free of that, he was a proud and terrifying predator, and now he was back where he began. Belittled by everyone, even a child.
He still looked nobody in the eyes, only releasing a deep and throaty growl of frustration. The things he wanted to do to these people ran through his head. Thoughts of forcing the other Reaver to watch helplessly as a head attached to a limbless torso as he had his way with the pink-haired woman before ripping her head clean from her smooth, pale shoulders seemed especially enticing. Sadly, this was very unlikely to ever happen. These two were far too powerful. He wasn't even normally a rapist kind of person, it was just that his hatred and anger towards this pair had grown to such an extent that any morals that were left in his feral mind were well and truly gone.
Holly was panting, her little chest heaving, hitting her Reaver was tiring. Her hands hurt. When Envy leaned down and offered help, Holly nodded and accepted their help with a short "Yes please." At least she had manners.
Post by Brie "Phthonus" Adams on Jan 7, 2014 2:10:02 GMT -4
I love the dirty tricks
and twisted games you play on me.
Envy grinned as the child spoke to her in that voice that was sweet as well as tired. She wanted help and that was music to Envy's ears. However, she would wait, patting the child on the head before she turned to look at the Reaver down on his knees. A look of disgust coming across her face as she moved forward, not worrying too much as she knew that her own Reaver was right there and that he would kill the beast for daring to touch her should he reach out in an effort to harm her. Plus, there was his own Overmind to deal with, capable of losing her head in an instant if Envy saw fit.
As she neared him, she would look down at the pile of worthless flesh and bones, her head tilting as damp pink locks fell across her face. "Look at me." She growled lowly as her foot shoved against his side, demanding his attention. Though it was all she would do. If he did not obey, well then Gavin would see to it that he paid for his insolence soon enough. "Reavers do not cower and run from and Overmind. They do not scream like a girl when their stature dictates them a man. They stand tall and proud and they earn their right on this Earth as one of my Father's puppets and as the protector of his children." She was proud of her Reaver and she had no shame in that as some Overminds would. She would defend him to the death if that is what it took.
"I do not look down upon your kind, as I myself am proud of my Reaver and I would kill anyone who thought him nothing more than a dog. But then, my Gavin behaves like a man...not like a bitch." She grinned, her tongue slowly caressing her lips. "Allow me to show you." She batted her eyes, grinning down right wickedly as she took a step back, those hips swaying sinfully as she cast a glance toward her Reaver. "I shall take the...child and give you two some...alone time." Her eyes darkening...those black streaks weaving through the blue. "Do try and have fun my love. I know how hard you have worked lately."
She stepped forward, grasping his shirt and pulling him down so that she could place a hard, lustful kiss to his lips. Her emotions spiked through that bond, showing him just how much she wanted him and how much this little game excited her. Promising for so much pleasure when all this was said and done. A soft growl given, nipping his lower lip as she slid her hand down his stomach and then slowly pulled away. "Show him how a good Reaver really behaves." She would then step away and move to look down at the child.
"Come on, lets go over here and let the boys play for a bit." She would wait and then lead the child away, though just as they were to disappear around the corner of the building, Envy would throw a look back to her beloved. "Oh, as I told him, he is a bitch and therefore...I require him to act like one when you are done. Understood?" She nodded, smiling and blowing a loving kiss toward Gavin before she would disappear. Of course, if the child did not follow, she would simply move away and wait for the show to begin. Honestly, she was fine either way.
Post by Gavin Adams on Jan 18, 2014 13:19:49 GMT -4
A sick grin crossed Gavin's face as that child asked for help. Why? Because he knew that Envy had something planned that would be well, unpleasant for the less well endowed reaver. He wasn't exactly sure how, but he knew that Envy was a wicked and cruel woman and when it came to those that displeased her there was not limitation as to what her evil could bring in the ways of suffering. Thought there was another part that made this all the more amusing. The fact that the child overmind, enslaved to Envy, was now looking to her for help. There was a cruel irony in that that found its way in the form of savage glee on Gavin's face. He kept quiet though, as was he place for the moment, it would not do to have him laughing now he supposed.
As Envy strolled forward to the other reaver, Gavin's eyes would fall on the... man if you could call him that, a look of utter contempt and disgust crossing his face as he did so. As Envy growled and shoved her foot against the side of the reaver the corner's of Gavin's lips would twitch, always taking great pleasure in watching the small beauty in the midst of her evil. That slightest inkling of a grin would form into a strong one as she spoke of Reavers and their being protectors of her father's children. That grin would turn into a loving smile as she then moved to speak of how she didn't look down on reavers, once again she stole his gaze. He was her protector, but there was no doubt when she spoke of protecting him the man that had never felt true love before her felt it clearly now. So often had he been treated as a dog, as something less then human. Long had he been a protector, but only as a tool to be discarded when he had outlived his use, so he couldn't deny the feeling of worth that rose up in him when she spoke of killing anyone that thought him as a dog.
When she said she'd show him, that loving look would be replaced once more by a look of downright savageness as he had a rather good idea of what was going to happen. Chuckling as she told him that she was going to give them some alone time but nonetheless shuddering as that black weaved its way through her eyes. There was no denying that as a symbol of her evil the black that always worked its way through her eyes was sexy. He wouldn't have much time to think on it though as she strode forward and yanked him forward into that rough kiss. The emotions that she added to that bond as she did so as well as the pleasure caused him to gasp as he rushed to return that kiss, finding himself a little submissive in the moment in the rush of her evil and her plans, though that would fade by the end and at her unspoken promise, a soft growl released from his lips as she pulled away biting at his lower lip. Nodding as she gave him those directions, a savage smile of lust and glee given as she blew that kiss at him, "I understand, he will begging at your feet when i'm done."
Turning around he would take the required steps to the reaver to kick him in the face... hard. no so hard as to kill him, but enough that hopefully he'd crack something in that face of his. No words were necessary as far as Gavin was concerned. Just a beat down for now. Words could come later when necessary because everyone knew when training an animal you had to break them first....
Post by Deryk Serino on Jan 21, 2014 4:27:50 GMT -4
Deryk looked Envy in the eyes, as he was commanded. His anger boiled deep in his brain as she made her short speech to him, and continued to broil as she left with Holly in tow. The little girl cast a glance back at him. Deryk looked at her with hatred until she was gone.
Of course, this had distracted him from the true threat, and just as he was about to speak, a large foot collided with his chin, flipping him straight onto his back, his thick skin and dense bones saved anything from breaking, but did not stop him from biting a chunk of his own tongue off. Deryk's vision flickered as his brain processed what had just happened and blood poured from his mouth. He got himself up into a sitting position and pulled his jeans up to where they were meant to be as quickly as he could, re-doing his belt and lifting himself to stand again. His knees were weak but they supported him well enough. Blood continued to pour from his severed tongue-stump but Deryk's adrenaline and anger-pumped mind ignored the pain as best it could.
He stumbled sideways as the dizziness of that enormous impact hit him, the Reaver before Deryk multiplied by three as his vision blurred. Deryk knew he wouldn't stand a chance in a face-to-face fight against this guy. They were roughly equal in height but Deryk was slimmer, and a predator, not a brawler.
Deryk only growled, blood dribbled out from his mouth, his tongue stump hurt and itched at the same time, he couldn't say anything, only look his tormentor in the eyes and decide whether or not to fight back and prove he wasn't their bitch.
Post by Gavin Adams on Feb 10, 2014 18:00:17 GMT -4
As Gavin knocked him on his back he laughed. Honestly, Gavin had not meant to kick him that hard, nor had he meant to cause him to, bite himself? The reaver saw blood pouring from the bitch's mouth and he had to assume that he had bit his tongue at least. Now that... that was hilarious. People didn't usually have their tongues out or to the side when they weren't eating. Hell, not even when they were talking. It was probably for the best that Gavin didn't know he had bit a part of his tongue off when he had been kicked or Deryk probably would have won by incapacitating him with laughter. All the same though Gavin did laugh pretty hard when the reaver slowly tried to pull his pants up.
Getting up though? Well that... that was just not happening. He was a bitch and therefore he had not been asked to stand and so he wouldn't. Gavin would raise his arm firing a bone spur at the reaver, directly into his stomach. A grin crossed Gavin's lips as the thought of proving why his version of the ability was better. Provided the spur hit Gavin would growl, "I don't remember telling you you could stand....dog."
There was no denying that right now Gavin was in the superior, the dominate position. That didn't mean he was about to get arrogant though. He was better then this reaver in every single way and he was going to prove it, this he knew, but he wasn't about to let it go to his head. He would grind this reaver into the dirt but there was the knowledge that he was still a reaver. Physically, they were the same and if Gavin forgot that, he knew that he would be signing his own death warrant. it was truly amusing how often people confused confidence and arrogance, "Now tell me... where's your place?"
Post by Deryk Serino on Feb 11, 2014 20:54:02 GMT -4
Deryk doubled over as the bone spur punched into his stomach, one end of it protruded from his gut and blood poured from the wound. Dropping back to one knee, Deryk grasped the object and groaned at the flashes of pain that roared from the wound. Gritting his teeth he yanked the spike from his gut holding it in a bloody hand as the wound closed over, Deryk's breathing was heavy as he continued to glare into his opponent's eyes.
By now his tongue had stopped bleeding and itching, and Deryk could speak again. He spat on the ground and growled "My place is not at your feet. Or hers." His limbs felt light, he could feel that this was going to continue, he still gripped the bone spur in his fist, trembling in anticipation.
Post by Gavin Adams on Feb 11, 2014 21:46:49 GMT -4
Gavin grinned at the sight of the reaver doubling over from the impact. The blood, the sound of the impact, the roar of pain and the labored breathing, it was all just so amazing to Gavin. It only just made him more hungry knowing that at the end of the pain and suffering for this reaver there was a pink haired vixen waiting as a prize. To say that was a motivator was to say the least. He honestly could think of a better activity to work up a sexual appetite.
Though Gavin frowned a bit as the reaver pulled the shard from his stomach and gave him that look. One that spoke of defiance. Followed up with that spit Gavin could only growl at such a blatant showing. The words that followed only served to anger Gavin more. The reaver's place was at their feet because they said it was. And then to cap it off he said that he was no dog...
"So it seems someone found their balls, as unimpressive as they might be," Gavin remarked dryly, noting the spur in the reaver's hand, "but... you're wrong... You're a dog until we say otherwise and to be anything but? Well, you have to earn that right."
Gavin, with his hand still raised, having never lowered fired another bone spur at the reaver's stomach hoping to knock him on his ass once more. No, he had no intention of killing the thing, but eventually all of that regeneration would wear him out... far faster the Gavin using his power would. In the end it was like breaking any animal Gavin supposed, first you had to wear them out before they would listen. If the reaver was indeed knocked on his ass Gavin would raise his other arm so he could now fire two shards simultaneously, his targets? Both of the reaver's feet, hoping to use the pain and distraction of the other shard to distract him so he could use this attack to pin the reaver's feet to the ground. Would it hold him? Not forever, but if he wanted to get out without Gavin letting him out? Well it would be incredibly painful and possibly very damaging pending on which route he took....
Post by Deryk Serino on Feb 13, 2014 0:29:38 GMT -4
Deryk growled and clutched the spur, he didn't reply to the other Reaver, but watched as another bone launched from his arm. This time Deryk side-stepped and narrowly avoided the missile as it made its deadly way through the rain, and launched himself, spur in hand, at his opponent. He'd had enough, and he was not going to allow himself to be dominated like this without a fight.
Deryk was well aware that this man was far more powerful than he, but he didn't care, he was ready to fight to the death now, if only just to earn the respect of the other Reaver. He hadn't had to fight like this in so long, but the rush of energy he got from the first sign of imminent actual danger made him feel alive. Now that he could fight back he was all too happy to do so.
The distance between the two Reavers closed as Deryk made his trajectory, slated to slam right into his opponent.
Post by Gavin Adams on Feb 24, 2014 12:40:46 GMT -4
Gavin's brow raised in surprise at Deryk's ability to stand up and side step his spur before it got to him. It was an impressive feat, even by his standards. The Reaver knew though that this was a fight and if his experience had taught him anything it was to be prepared for anything. The leap however? That was predictable, boringly predictable even. It made Deryk's next attack blandly predictable and also kept the reaver from dodging anything Gavin might throw at him. Sure, it would have been passable as an attack if he were fighting against an overmind or vampyre who wasn't nearly as strong of fast as he was, but the fact remained that physically they were an even match for each other.
So what did Gavin do? As the reaver approached him a spur extended from his right wrist. As the reaver came in Gavin's left hand moved to parry the right hand of Deryk, pushing his fist over Gavin's right shoulder as Gavin attempted to slam his right fist into Deryk's gut to not only punch him but stab him as well. The force of the blow would be tremendous as it would be a combination of all of Deryk's strength and power coming forward meeting with Gavin's. It was an attack that would not easily stopped if that was even possible as Deryk had thrown himself into the air against Gavin with reckless abandon and Gavin's counter put himself to the outside of any unlikely recourse.
Gavin was not done though, if he connected with Deryk he would use the fact that he now had the reaver impaled to slam him once more onto his back, sliding his right leg behind both Deryk's legs to sweep him off of his feet if the force of the impact didn't stun him enough to do so. Provided that was successful Gavin would then tear the shard inside Deryk down his stomach until the reaver's hips kept Gavin from cutting Deryk's dick in two. Gavin's left hand would remain up to defend from any counter attack while with his right at this point Gavin would start to stab Deryk in the chest over and over. It wouldn't be fatal, no, but at some point the constant regeneration would take the fight out of the dog....
Post by Deryk Serino on Feb 26, 2014 9:04:24 GMT -4
Fuck! Deryk realised his mistake as he was impaled, winded, slammed on his back and subsequently savaged by the other Reaver. He could feel his insides being torn apart even as they attempted to regenerate.
And yet he did not die. He felt his energy slipping away as the drain of regeneration sapped his strength, he noted the other Reaver's left arm was raised to defend against a counter attack from Deryk's right arm, the arm holding the spur. Blood fountained from Deryk's mouth and his breath came in long wheezes and gasps.
However, Deryk wasn't about to give up yet, a spur of his own extended from his left wrist, slowly and surely, and when it was fully extended, Deryk spat blood in his attackers face and brought his left hand up towards the soft, fleshy spot just beneath Gavin's ribs.