Completed A Meady Encounter [Blizzard]

[Ruzekiel Soren]

"You're one insane bastard aren't you?"
“Of course I am!” he squeaked, the brave demeanor suddenly giving way to badly-hidden terror. Blizzard smirked and shook her head at him, stepping forward.
"Besides, why the petch would you want to help me out, anyways? I think it might be best if I was dead, anyways!" Zeke’s eyes widened with recognition at that statement, and he shook his head back at her with a stern eye.
“That’s not true!...Speaking of which, perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all, in fact---”
“You asked for this,” she growled, and struck him twice with what felt like two small trains crashing into his face at eighty leagues per hour. His vision exploded with stars and he staggered backwards, holding his head with both hands. “Augh, Ionu, ow, ow,” he cursed, his voice muffled by the hand covering his nose. He slowly brought his hands from his face and wiped some blood off, looking up at her with a newfound appreciation.
“Damn, that felt good,” she marveled. Then she looked at him and shook her head at the state of his face, which was swelling up at an alarming rate.
"I hope to the Gods you're fine."
Zeke stared at the blood on his knuckles from his lip and blinked oddly at it. Then he looked up at her and growled, “Better than fine. In fact I’m doing GREAT,” and on the last word he lunged at her in a act of ridiculous stupidity, slapping her across the face and pulling on her hair. Hard.

oocI just got this really funny mental picture of the short, bent Zeke jumping on the taller Blizzard’s back as self-defense and pulling her hair. Somewhat unintentionally, perhaps Zeke has a bloodlust of his own?...Or he’s just a catty poofter. Characters are fun!

[Blizzard]

OOCOh goodness! I think Ruzekiel might have bit off more than he can chew. *_* Oh by the way, Blizzard has no control anymore and her humanity has let go, entering her into a fury. Disregard anything brutally evil she says as it is only the bloodlust talking. But this is very perplexed as isn't the bloodlust part of herself as well? Oh well, guess we'll see what happens. Blizzard cocked her head to the side in confusion as he said he was great rather than fine. "But wai-!" The much shorter man jumped on her, pulling her hair very hard which caused her to shriek out of shock and somewhat of pain "You dumbass motherpetcher!" Blizzard's cheek was somewhat numb from the slap but it was probably also because of the adrenaline rush that was quickly picking up speed in her veins and galloping very quickly through her body. No turning back now. her conscience thought. Blizzard's instincts took over and all common sense had retreated leaving her flight or fight senses to step in and take over. If it wasn't for the clothing she was wearing now and the pressed time, she probably would have shifted. Baring her fangs, she managed to grab Ruzekiel's side but was unsure if her grip was tight enough. She was almost sure that he had turned her hair loose but wasn't 100% positive. Blizzard threw her fists out, slinging like she had been taught, aiming for vulnerable places but with the adrenaline coursing through her veins she had no idea if she had missed or made any hits but she was using quite a lot of her strength and throwing some hard ones. The Snow Leopard was unsure if she had any good spots but she snapped her elongated canines hoping to manage to get a bite somewhere but once again, she probably was missing but however was unsure. Her good conscience gone now, her mind was screaming at her "END HIM! END HIM NOW! He is a threat! END HIM, BLIZZARD!!!!" The Kelvic's eyes grew wide and wary, her movements becoming more elegant but more agile and dangerous all the same. Her eyes were now narrow slits filled with fury and hatred. These were all signs that her bloodlust was kicking in and kicking in it was.' The blood on his face drove her harder and every muscle in her body was tense. It wanted her to shift, to enjoy in the violence outside of this disguise. However, part of her humanity was still clinging for dear life in her head as she didn't shift for fear of killing him. Her humanity and bloodlust were having an all out war inside her head with the bloodlust pulling ahead and beginning to overthrow the humanity. Through clenched teeth, heavy breathing, and a half growling voice she managed to throw out "Look at what you have done! I warned you!" Again, her bloodlust caused her to charge but her humanity wanted her to stop it and end it then and there. The Kelvic screamed as aa actual pain shot through her body. She dropped to the ground in a fetal position clasping her head with a loud scream. Everything she had held onto, every rule, every boundary, every limit, every restriction was disappearing and her bloodlust was eating it up, using it as fuel to make her go on and cause blood to be shed "STOP BLIZZARD! THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU WANT!!!" however, her humanity was getting drowned out by the ever growing bloodlust yelling at her "Drop him now! DROP HIM LIKE A ROCK! Let this street of Alvadas be covered in his blood! Finish him off then celebrate in a feast!" Her bloodlust really petched her mind up.

[Ruzekiel Soren]

“You dumbass motherpetcher!” Blizzard’s body began to hunch in front of him and nearly rippled, but the change steadied itself, thank Ionu. His heart was already pounding in his chest, preparing him for whatever came next. She whirled around with a snarl and a hand grabbed wildly at his side. He felt her fingers latch onto his tunic and pull him back but he tore the fabric out of Blizzard’s vice-like grip and sent a few quick, sharp jabs at her stomach. As all this happened he was thinking in slow motion. Why the hell did I just do that? Am I that mad? He’d promised himself that that trouble with Kaido would be the end of his search for the high of the Fight, but here he was, actually instigating a furious scuffle with a battle-hardened, 5’9 Kelvic! It would be the death of him. But enough of that. The air was tainted with violence. He cherished the taste of it, even if he was on the losing end. Would this kill him? Very likely. For some reason, the thought made him feel like a god.

By now, Zeke’s coat had slipped off and Blizzard’s hair had come loose in the tussle. It fell like a waterfall behind her as she snarled and lunged at him, pummeling his chest, his face, hell, even his shoulders. She snapped at him with sharp, deadly looking fangs, but Blizzard was barely targeting where she hit, she was so furious. Because of this he managed to duck and avoid some of the lighter attempts, but he was socked in the chest and face a few times. He got in several good punches, and he might have even bruised her a bit. For him, that was actually an improvement, and he was starting to think that he may survive this when he felt a sharp, horrible pain in the crook of neck and shoulder. He yelped at the sudden pressure of teeth biting into him and bared his own teeth as he looked down and saw that Blizzard had finally hit a mark. Her eyes narrowed to predatory slits, as if planning what to make out of him for dinner.
Zeke growled in pain and for a few tense moments they regarded the dark red stain spreading on his shirt collar. Then it was gone, time unfroze, and Zeke ripped himself again from her teeth, staggered back and prepared to leap on her and let all hell loose. But something made him pause. The something he was looking for.

"Look at what you have done! I warned you!"
The Kelvic was bent over, hands on her knees, breathing hard through clenched jaw and lips set in a horrible scowl. Fighting the bloodlust. Jade had done it. She hadn’t been successful, but this girl was strong, he could tell. She had to survive, she had to.
Blizzard charged at him with a feral scream and he staggered to the side. She collided with the brick wall and growled in frustration, then turned on him once again. Her eyes were on fire. Zeke backed away, slowly, clutching his shoulder, and snarled “Fight it Blizzard, don’t talk to it. You’re better than this, you can do this.” Then his knees buckled and he leaned back against the wall, blood seeping through his fingers.

The Kelvic stood there, shaking with rage, and finally she let out a tortured howl and collapsed on the ground, hair splayed across her twisted face and breathing like she’d just run the length of the world. She clutched at her head and screamed long and loud, writhing on the ground, fighting her true self. Zeke silently rooted for her. Even making eye contact at this point would be deadly. She had to go it alone. So he panted and closed his eyes, sliding to the ground, a pallor quickly coming over his face.

oocWhee, I finally posted something! The plot thickens!

[Blizzard]

OOCUnderlined italics is good/humanity and regular italics would be bad/bloodlust. Blizzard's body shot out more shots of adrenaline but it still didn't prevent her from feeling the sharp pointed jabs that Ruzekiel dealt in which she winced at every single one but soon advanced towards him which is when she dropped. He heard his words of encouragement but they failed to reach her bloodthirsty ears. The small part of humanity slipped right after sending those words to her brain in which they were received. Her brain was fighting against itself, the humanity versus the bloodlust with a fair chance now. "Fight it Blizzard! It wants to control you! To use you! It doesn't want you for you! It just wants you for your abilities." Blizzard's body moved once more "Fool! Blizzard, don't listen to that part! Release your inner true self! The one that it was made for!" Her brain was throbbing to the point she wanted to morph then use her claw to slice her head off. "Blizzard, you will kill someone who has brought you no harm, only help! Despite your hunger, there are alternatives. Purchase a turkey or a few chickens, let them run wild and hunt them down! Not a friend!" "Friend? You don't even know him! He's probably just looking for a relationship! Finish him, damn it!" "Blizzard, you would be passed out and probably on your way to a slave trade right now if it wasn't for this man! Spare him and kill one who deserves it!" "AH!" she screamed clutching her head and her pupils dilated then returned to slits. Her body began to ache as well but then everything stopped. The pain, her fighting consciences, the adrenaline rush, everything. Blizzard looked up slowly, her eyes still small slits reflecting her surroundings. They would never return to their human's preference of a circle. She slowly stood up and examined her surroundings, everything keen and very acute. Her hands were sweaty and her face was red but soon returned to it's normal pale color. "I think it's over."

[Ruzekiel Soren]

Zeke watched the whole fiasco through heavy-lidded eyes, every now and then gasping as a fresh wave of pain crashed over him. The pain he felt was nothing compared to what Blizzard had to be going through right now. He felt horrible that he was responsible for it, although it might have a chance of helping her control the bloodlust. It had all just happened so fast. He hadn’t intended to cause that much violence, so much pain for a stranger that he’d only just met. It seemed like an eternity, watching her battle the demons inside her. He knew that it was a 50/50 chance, life or death, for him and Blizzard, but she was so close to pulling through. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to watch the whole thing.

When the snarling and screaming was finally over, Blizzard slowly stood up, sweaty and red-faced but with a fiercely calm expression. She looked at him through slitted cat’s eyes and for a moment he thought that he hadn’t helped anything, that Blizzard had gone completely feral, but then she spoke, in throaty growls and hisses, and from her still-recovering speech he understood,
“I think it’s over.”
Zeke let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and then abruptly sucked it in again at the dull throb that shot through him from his ripped up neck to his shoulder. He cautiously stood, leaning heavily on the wall and using it as a crutch. The high of the brawl was more or less over, and now that the danger was nearly done, he felt all the damage he had gleefully sustained during the battle for Blizzard’s humanity come rushing back all at once. Zeke did not know how it was possible to be unaware of what felt two cracked ribs for that long a time. Not to mention the rapidly swelling black eye and the marks from where her nails had scratched him. Half his shirt was soaked from the collar down with blood, and his face was white. Still he was very glad to be alive, and without a dead or feral snow leopard on his hands--or his heels.

He slowly shuffled towards her, warily as a wizened squirrel, and put his unbloodied hand on her shoulder, gazing at her face and smiling faintly. “You did it,” he murmured. Black spots began to dance in front of his eyes. Zeke blinked them away and shambled towards his coat, picking it up, throwing it over his good shoulder and turning again to this strange, feral-yet-not incarnation of Blizzard. He made an awkward, one handed bow and nearly fell over, but righted himself just in time.
“Well, that was one very interesting night, madam. I thank thee for your company, but now I think it’s best if I...” he stopped midsentence and swayed, blinking rapidly again as if to fend off sleep. “...best if I find a doctor.” At that Zeke promptly slumped onto his knees, his eyes flickering shut.

Zeke's story continues directly from here

[Fallacy]

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