The Death of Nightmare
02-17-11
players: Erebos, Nightmare
Location:
Black Rose:Meeting Room
This is the meeting room of the Black Rose. A large round oak wood table with chairs around is on one side of the room. On the floor is a large painted Black Rose. On the other side of the room is a couple large soft chairs as well as a couple more simple wooden chairs for resting in. The slaves keep the room very well sweep and clean. A couple guards stay by the doorway at all times to make sure no slaves escape and so no trouble is started. A fireplace keeps the room warm in winter and all year long it can also serve as a quick way to heat food up. On the mantle is a rose made of glass and colored black.The walls are a simple white and the floors a dull earthen brown.
Exits: [K]itchen, [B]ack
Erebos sits in front of the fire, legs stretched out before him. His head rests back against the edge of his armchair and his eyes are closed. Basking. Soaking up energy from the heat of the fire. Not as good as baking in the sun, but the best he can get in the winter.
Nightmare walks stealthily into the room, his cloaked hood seems to absorb any pitiful excuse for light that strikes it. He turns to face to the monitor, not that you can see his eyes, but can certainly his deep dark sinister voice. "No wonder I'm 2nd in command and your not...you have sit by a fire to warm yourself...your pathetic. You can barely even breath without kindle to burn....poor little baby lizard...worst excuse for a slaver I've ever seen in my life...someone should just kill you now...it would be an improvement"
Now is not the smartest moment to torment the lizard. He sighs and screws his eyes shut tighter against the words. Really, is it too much too ask for a little silence? His skin feels like it's crawling, and his mind is jittery. Yes, why don't you prod the lizard while he's in withdrawal.
Nightmare walks over to the lizard and pokes him. "I AM TALKING TO YOU!!!!...answer your SUPERIOR OFFICER!"
Erebos had been picturing the Badger, all shackled up and chained to a wall. Such a lovely plan it was. But when Nightmare pokes him, his eyes flick open and he catches the badger's paw with his talons. "You are zecond een command not for beyeeng better, but for onlee beyeeng virzt." His claws big in to the beast's skin. "Do. Not. Touch me."
Nightmare chuckles. "No Lizard...you see, I AM better than you...I am better AND first...you can't go anywhere in the cold weather...no wonder Blackfur asks me to do...so...much" He gets right in Erebos's face. "More."
Erebos hisses out a snarl, flicking out his tongue. It nearly touches the badger's nose. "Ze cat azkz you to do zo much becauze 'e knowz you weell follow 'eem blindlee. You are 'iz pet and nozeeng more. And too theeck too realize zis." He leans forward, half standing and pushing back, closing the distance between them.
Nightmare goes to pick Erebos up, if he succeeds he plans to slam him against the wall. "I'm tired of your mouth, lizard...you die today!!"
If Erebos were any other animal - a fox or a weasel or a ferret, Nightmare's violent plan would have worked and he would be silenced. But Erebos is a monitor lizard and much heavier than any of those beasts. His claws wrap around Nightmare's arms and clench, and he lifts his leg, aiming to kick the badger in the stomach and push him away.
"Die...GRRR...patheti..ack". The Blow to the stomach is the last straw, as he coughs up blood, his body is not the only thing that is red...Erebos has done the WRONG thing...he charges Erebos, his eyes pure scarlet red. He now pulls out his sword, but all he do now is growl.
Erebos slips out from the chair and grabs it by the back, knocking it forward roughly, in the way of the badger while he draws his own sword. The sheen of the blade dances with the reflection of the fire: not as good as the sun, but plenty of heat, and his reflexes are finely tuned.
Nightmare pays no attention to the monitor's tactics. His Bloodwrath is his strength as well as his weakness. The chair hits him with a thud, and busts his face slightly, but he continues only fueled more in anger. He raises his sword to stab Erebos, but misses several times, apparently just jabbing away in anger, not knowing exactly who to hurt.
Erebos blinks and is rather disarmed by the badger's...technique. The lizard is a hardened soldier and dodges the blows easily. He feints to the side quickly and lashes out with a claw, slashing across his face and grinning as the red blooms. A quick block with his scimitar and he slashes his sword. His first attack is unsuccessful, but his second is swift and curving, and he splits open Nightmare's skin - a thick gauge in his shoulder. Erebos smiles and dances back, but stops abruptly. He has backed up into the table.
Nightmare falls on to the table, groaning in pain, he looks up at the lizard, anger flowing through him, but his eyes dampen back down to the SLIGHTLY less sinister black that it normally is.
"Zo you zteell zeenk you are better zen me?" Erebos chuffs and wipes his blade on his britches, leaving rust colored smears on his thighs. He then sheaths his scimitar, thinking the fight over. After all, it would be an irrational beast who wanted to keep fighting after that little display. Erebos is barely panting.
Nightmare grins evilly. "Nothing of you is better than me lizard!" he says as he coughs up blood. "Look, you are panting...and you can barely keep up that stupid accent of yours"
Oh. Oh that is it. Erebos doesn't even spare the time to unsheathe his sword again. He acts swiftly, suddenlyhe is right there in front of Nightmare, and his claws digging into his abdomen, curling up through his flesh, reaching under his ribs. The lizard grins a jagged, savage smile, looking positively prehistoric as blood drips from the wound and down his arm, trickling from his elbow and staining the carpet. Nothing witty to say here, just pure aggression.
Nightmare laughs as the lizards rip his abdomen apart, even though he is roaring in pain. "Alright Lizard, kill me...Kill me and watch what happens. Hahahahahahah" His eyes turn red once again as he tries to get up but the sheer pain backfires in his face as he falls limp, unmoving..dead.
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