ORIGIN

Character: Vicktor Age: +10 (Ten Cycle) Magic Level: +5 (Master) ROUND 1 Attempt: +16 Penalties: -# ROUND 2 Attempt: +14 Penalties: -# ROUND 3 Attempt: +6 Penalties: -# ROUND 4 Attempt: +19 Penalties: -# ROUND 5 Attempt: +3 Penalties: -# ROUND 6 Attempt: +3 Penalties: -# ROUND 7 Attempt: +10 Penalties: -# ROUND 8 Attempt: +19 Penalties: -# Total: 105

Character: Raziel Age: +6 (Six Cycle) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgeling) ROUND 1 Attempt: +15 Penalties: -# ROUND 2 Attempt: +1 Penalties: -# ROUND 3 Attempt: +19 Penalties: -# ROUND 4 Attempt: +20 Penalties: -# ROUND 5 Attempt: +11 Penalties: -# ROUND 6 Attempt: +12 Penalties: -# ROUND 7 Attempt: +5 Penalties: -# ROUND 8 Attempt: +X Penalties: -# Total: 90

WINNER: @Vicktor

"Oh? You're awake!"

A twinge of happiness dripping from his voice he released his grasp on the wolverine if only momentarily. Bringing his claws to his face he sampled that ichor. Wolverine tartar, oh how he shivered in anticipation. Eye lids half closed he was slowly approaching that euphoric state now. Taking one final lick of his claws he took a deep breath. Oh how the blood sang to him, just enough to make a man sick.

" Good! I didn't want to start without you..."

With a 'playful' wiggle of his claws he let out a bellowing laugh, low and slow until it built to an uproar. Standing over the wolverine he always wondered how important the gems were to his fellow gembounds. How they pulsed with life when a spell was conjured or even flickered to the flutter of one's heart. The lesser gembounds in the caves died from just the smallest wounds, so he could never experiment with enough success for satisfaction. But the others who lived like him well from personal experience they could probably survive hell itself.

Pushing down on their back he kept them still, claws dug in deep like a tick. Saber-teeth grazing their back as he tested the connection of their horns. Slowly pulling upward he smiled from the protest, the next test he pulled harder than the last. Provoking the half heated wrath of the wolverine, which was easily silenced with a bit more pressure of compressing them into the soil below. The wolverine was practically in tears, Vicktor welcomed it.

"How are your horns attached? Do you think they make up your skull? Or perhaps connect just below the tissue..."

He pulled on the horns again, silently demanding an answer.


"Speech"

"Thought"

The jaguar pushed down on Raziel's back, claws digging in deep he could only snarl in protest. Learning in just a moments notice that wiggling only made it must worse. They pulled on his horns, as if trying to yank thank through his flesh. Raziel could only hiss in disdain, neck twisting painfully as the vile feline played around with his 'experiment'. Again the jaguar did it and he couldn't stay still, attempting to flail from this playful torture. His attempt cut short as they push hard on his back, their paw splaying out and over him. Claws digging into both his form and the soil as they shifted their weight. He was in tears now, knowing that he had lost the fight, and very well his life.

He was so eager to give up life in the past, especially to that lion he had fought. But now...he wished he could go willingly. Perhaps he knew back then the lion truly meant no ill will, but now this jaguar was something vastly different.

'How are your horns attached? Do you think they make up your skull? Or perhaps connect just below the tissue...'

The jaguar pulled again, this time yanking upwards and demanding an answer in silence.

"go. fuck. yourself."

Raziel spat out, emphasizing hard through his tears. He wouldn't give in, there will be no satisfaction for the jaguar if he could help it.

"Speech"

'go. fuck. yourself.'

He laughed, pulling the wolverine's gaze towards him. Maw agape inhaling, tasting that poisonous cocktail of rushing ichor and fear that wafted through the air.

"It doesn't matter if you play along with my game or not...I will enjoy it all the same..."

Vicktor released the wolverine, watching them struggle to their feet; how pitiful. Paw extended he pushed them back into the soil, shifting their weight onto the struggling gembound. Maw open he gripped their horns, pushing off their back as he slowly pulled away from their body; twisting the wolverine.


"Speech"

"Thought"

The feline laughed and Raziel's gaze drifted towards him again. They were inhaling deeply, as if savoring the impending doom that was befalling the wolverine. The jaguar spoke, calmly but each words soaked in venom. Every syllable they let drip while releasing him. Sudden realization he struggled to his to stand, legs shaking and he focused. An audible squeak forced from his throat as they pushed him back into the mud below, crushing them slowly as their weight shifted. He could feel his breath, heavy and calm. Saber-fangs trailed across his back until he had gripped Raziel's vibrant horns. Slowly they pulled back, pushing the wolverine with their claws and slowly twisting. A gasp escaping his throat Raziel hissed as his felt the first pop. A low cry escaping him again as the jaguar applied more force, the cracking of his bones audible in the very air. Each second his cry grew, loud and uproarious it shot through the air. Each sharp inhale forcefully exchanged for a louder cry.

"Speech"

He heard that gasp, the wolverine hissing through it as the first pop clicked through the air. Lids heavy Vicktor continued, applying more force with each sickening crack that shot out from beneath his claws. White eyes widening as their cry grew in volume. Harsh and ragged became the jaguar's breath, excitement nipping at his nerves. A low chuckle building, vibrating through to the wolverine's horns. Vicktor's ears flickering to each new sound of flesh tearing, every pop of the individual strands a decadent treat. Another crack and they screamed louder now, each new decibel tearing their throat asunder. Until finally silence enveloped them both.


"Speech"

"Thought"