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Taloba, home to the Myrians, is the thriving core of Falyndar. Inhabited by a fierce and savage tribe where blood sacrifices are normal and a way of life, they are untamed and proud of it. Warlike, and with their numbers growing, the Myrians are set on reclaiming what is rightfully theirs. [Lore]

A close shave and a spark.

Postby Larsel on July 25th, 2014, 1:25 pm

4th summer 505 AV

Larsel scowled as Miho and her goons surrounded him. Wicked grins on their faces as the lanky boy's and girls towered over the young halfbreed. No way to run now.

"Haven't seen you in a while halfbreed. In which little hole have you been hiding?"
Miho said with a smirk. One of her goons laughed.

"yeah, and why the petch did you think it was a good idea to crawl out of it? Think of our eyes damn it. Having to look at something as ugly as you. That shade of blue petching hurts my eyes." the girl sniggered and pushed him. Larsel hardly moved, he was shorter, thanks to his isurian blood. But he was build solid. Not as solid as a true isur. But still more solid then most myrians. He would be more thankful of it if it didn't cause the rest of the myrians who bullied him didn't make it in a game.

A few retorts were already on his tongue at the girls remark. About how she would ever be a decent warrior if a color hurt her eyes. how weak she must be to whine about it. But seeing as he was surrounded by five myrians. He doubted that would end very well. He would hold to what his mother told him and just endure till he could find a way to strike back in an even fight or one in his favor.

"What? staying silent? have nothing to say half breed?" Miho mocked as she took a step closer and looked down on him. "Or is it that you don't dare speak back against a true myrian. Not some filthy halfbreed that's sullied the blood of myri's people."

His fists tightenend and he gritted his teeth. He repeated the words his mother had said. he needed to endure and strike back later. Hold it in.. he needed to hold it in.

"Still silent." Miho laughed and glanced at his hair. "Lets give you a style that fits a coward like you eh." She pulled a knife out of her belt and put her hand on top of his head. Larsel knew what she was going to do and that was the straw that broke the tigers back. With an angry yell he jerked his knee upwards with everything his body could give. Slamming his knee right in the girls' groin. Her eyes went wide and she let out a strangled mewl of pain before dropping her knife and crumbling to the ground. Silently weeping as she grabbed her crotch.

Larsel breathed heavily as the group was momentarly stunned as they looked at their leader curled up on the ground. this... letting his temper out and putting the bully down felt great. Way better then just taking their barbs.

He balled his fist and didn't wait for them to recover from the shock. Let out another yell and charged the closest goon. Tackeling him to the ground, smashing his shoulder into the goon.

That broke the stunned moment."The petch did he do to miho!" another goon screeched. and the two last goons grabbed him by the shoulders and drug him off their friend. The battle was on, he probably was going to lose this one. But he wasn't going to give them an easy fight!
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A close shave and a spark.

Postby Larsel on July 26th, 2014, 3:36 pm

“Get off me!” Larsel growled as he struggled to get out the the grip of the two goons. The other girl had left the side of Miho, who was still squirming in pain on the ground, and stomped towards him, a murderous scowl on her face. Larsel kicked at her with his legs. Trying to keep her off him as well as he kept strugglin, snarling and cursing them. One of the goons holding him back slapped his hand over his mouth. Trying too shut him up. Which was a bad idea, as Larsel took that as an opportunity to bite the goon’s hand as hard as he could.

The goon screamed in pain and pulled his hand out of Larsel’s mouth. The halfbreed tasted the metallic taste of blood and grinned. He was the one who drew first blood! He looked towards the other one still holding him. Which earned him a smash against the side of his head from the girl he had been kicking at just a few moments earlier.Black spots danced over his vision and the goon still holding him took advantage of that opening to pin both larsel’s arms behind his back. Leaving him mostly defenseless as the girl punched him in the gut. Larsel gritted his teeth and bit back his tears of pain as he bent over from the pain. The goon’s laughing and one helping their leader back to her feet.

After he got even a bit of his breath back he started to kick at the feet of the boy who had captured him.

“Stop struggling you half breed!” He snarled and threw him on the ground. Larsel landing hard on his back and two of the goons jumped on him pressing him against the ground. No matter how much he struggled the two goons didn’t budge. All Larsel could do is snarl and curse as miho walked unsteadily towards him. Still holding her crotch. A sight that let him burst out laughing. Though that was quickly silenced by a swift punch in the face from one of the guy’s holding him down. He wisely shut up after that. Miho crouched next to his face. Scowling down at him and holding up her knife. Grabbing his face with her free hand. Larsel struggled with all his might as the knife came closer to his scalp.

The woman didn’t care for his safety as she began to shave of his hair. Larsel struggled and the knife slipped, cutting from his eyebrow to the side of his skull. It stung and Larsal couldn’t take it anymore and screamed in pain. Miho didn’t care for his screaming and continued to cut his hair. When the deed was done Miho smirked and stood back up.

“That’s more fitting for a honorless halfbreed like you.” she grunted out and turned around. Her goons letting go of the defeated larsel and leaving. laughing too themselves all the way.

Larsel laid on the ground for a few more moments before he clambered back on his feet. He ignored the bleeding wound on the side of his head. His mother told him once that head wounds bled worse then they deserved to be. And rubbed the now shorn top of his skull. Gritting his teeth in anger as he began to tear up.

“I’m going to get back at you vagik’s.” He muttered to himself as he began to walk back home with an unsteady gait.
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A close shave and a spark.

Postby Voodoo on July 29th, 2014, 3:17 pm

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Experience :
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Lore :
    A Vow of Revenge
    Miho and Company: True Myrian Bullies

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Short, sweet, and too the point. I have plans to make Miho an NPC I can use to torment Larsel down the road now. Question, comments, concerns? Please PM me.
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