Armistice of Malice pt 5.
[ After ze long wait, enjoy! ]
When Karmine finally awoke from his pain induced coma, he was no longer in the subjuggulator's lair. But rather in some other being's bed, resting comfortably in their arms. It vaguely occurred to him by the profile view which he got that this in fact was NOT Malasana but rather The Orphaner. Who had heard the pained cries walking back to his respite block, and whom had swooped in and rescued his fair maiden as soon as the indigo blooded dragon had walked out. Now the deepest swelling of red flushed pity was bore for the preacher, his body abused and his mind surely sore with the question of "Why?" Would someone who supposedly loved you, hurt you like that?
Icantheon did not know the answer to that question, but he DID know that unlike the tyrant who had claimed this lovely Cancer as his own. He would take much better care of him, to love him and worship his entire form as it should be. Currently now as he lay resting, trying to quell these angered thoughts towards the other's husband. He kept his arms softly around this bruised body, petting him in the most gentle manner he could.
Naturally Karmine began to softly purr after a little while, rolling over so he could rest better in the royal blood's arms. Which now allowed him to curl his own slender limbs around his beloved violet blood's chest. Holding himself close to the other, the fever in his body being fought down by the constant frigidity of the sea dweller holding him in a possessive manner.
"Are you alright lovve? He hurt ya didn't he?" Dualscar's expression was filled with sadness but there was a hint of fury in his eyes. Nothing like Karmine had ever seen, it seemed as though the Aquarius may be depressed by the condition of his body, but seemed more than ready to go to war over him.
"Oh...its nothing, I promise. I'm used to it, besides he is gone now...uh...You can make it better can't you?" As soon as he finished this statement the violet blood hugged him tightly to his body.
"A'course I can mako it better, I'd shorely be a sorry fool if I couldn't." Icantheon placed a gentle kiss upon the other's cheek, "An' I believve that malice has just unleashed a bloody Tempest."
There was a darkness in his eyes as he spat that word, he hastily put on his armor and grabbed the blue rifle which he had leaning upon the wall. There was fire in this sea dweller's eyes, that...capricorn beast had the NERVE to hurt such a beautiful scarlet blooded troll. Icantheon would make sure he never saw the light of day again.
The violet blooded hero dashed down the stairs before Karmine could say a word and he caught Malasana just before he shut the door to return to the outside. They stood. Staring at one another, The dragon glaring, and the hero with his fangs clenched in his rage.
"Vvile fiend!" Dualscar roared at the subjuggulator, who then snarled back. His fears were true, there WAS something going on between them. "Howw do you havve the heart to harm such an innocent creature, then just...wwretchedly wwaltz out as if you havve committed no crime to such a pure being!?"
By then there were no more words, Malasana dropped to all four of his limbs and came crawling across the floor, another roar to reply to that statement. Saliva, a deep purple color dripping onto the stone as it seemed his hair seemed to spike up with his own rage. Even in this state he was probably a good deal a bigger target than what Icantheon had usually dealt with as an Orphaner, who generally had only slain wrigglers and the occasional adult living close by. But never had he faced off against a general...Let alone THE general of The Empress's army.
But he bravely stared down the snarling beast, whose fangs were long and wickedly sharp even when slightly chipped and stained by a myriad of blood. As they came closer to one another, the hero had his rifle drawn and aimed directly for the massive being's head. But he hadn't accounted for such a dragon to be very light on its feet. For suddenly he lost his footing and as soon as his armored back slammed down against the stone and his beloved firearm clattered a good distance away, all hope seemed to be lost.
For the indigo blood was above him in seconds, his claws drawn back and glinting wickedly with their polished...bone? Just now the violet blood noticed this and he was chilled...There truly was no hope for defeating what may as well be a lich in their species, But never the less before those ivory daggers could stab down upon his unprotected skin, The sea dweller managed to nail the beast directly in the chest. The force allowing him to roll youthfully backwards onto his feet, grabbing a long candle holder directly next to him...How odd...There were only two of them, when three were supposed to be present. But they were lit this was the important thing.
As the Capricorn rose and lashed out at the violet blood its bone hand struck down on the wrought iron and from the force Icantheon nearly fell but he used it in a manner like that of a spear and jabbed upwards with the flickering flame causing it to hiss when the white paint upon its face was singed slightly.
But with another swing towards one another, Malasana managed to snap the torch-esque item in half. The seadweller made haste to throw it down and jump to the side as another heavy swing scored five long jagged marks in the stone pillar behind him.
He hit the tiled floor with a hard crash but his rifle was back in his hand, but for just a moment he was distracted for a spark just before the wind had extinguished it had sprang onto a tapestry igniting it, in beautiful flames in a matter of seconds.
But hark over yonder, upon the stair case to which the flames were quickly beginning to engulf. There stood Karmine was horror upon his expression seeing them in this state, he was dressed now and barely had time to say anything until the violet blood was back upon his feet and bracing hard up against Malasana.
The hero cried out to his fair lady to run, run like the four winds howled behind. And run the preacher did, directly past them both as Dualscar pushed the subjuggulator back with all of his strength. The Preacher made it out of the burning wreckage of a castle and he fled to the shore as though every hoofbeast had aided him.
But he turned around to gasp in awe to see that nearly all of his prison was practically belching out smoke and bright orange, blue tinged fire.
While within in the smoke and wreckage the hero fought bravely on against the dragon. Who's tongue was a dark purple like some of the flames burning upon the metal attempting to sear his skin.
But Icantheon would not be defeated in this manner even when the grapple had been lost and Malasana was upon him once more, a heavy wooden beam fell from the ceiling. Charred black but still hardened Iron wood from the surrounding forest and dash the subjuggulator upon the head. Dazing him just long enough for Dualscar to reach out and grab hold of a blacked bit of stone nearly glowing red hot. He burned himself terribly in the process but managed to crawl out from underneath the heavy being.
Though as he stood more wreckage began to fall from the ceiling as melting treasures dropped from the crumbling upper floors. The sea dweller narrowly avoided getting nailed by several stones when he took aim for the dragon's head once again as it was rousing and shot it with a beam of bright blue energy. But as he did so nearly upon exiting a particularly poor misfortune befell him.
For the exit had been blocked by the scorched ruins, twas a pity then for he tossed his rifle out of a melted stained glass window. Praying to whatever deity still watched over him in his darkest hour that Karmine would retrieve it. Before looking up as his demise, the walls gave way to the heat.
The fair lady was most distraught when it was seen, the blackened stone caved in and with it the beloved ocean born had most likely perished...Though with an aching heart he watched it burn knowing there was no hope. As soon as the flames died down however he came forth with a dying love's view and took up the soot stained firearm. Clutching it close to his body, he had to hide this...But where...?
His broken hearted search brought him to the shore which he had longed so much to see, and the preacher sat down in the soft sand as ash rained down from the sky from the blowing winds. He should not have run, he should have stayed and maybe...Icantheon would still be alive...
So the mutant did walk into the water and placed the strange weapon down upon the dark tides, his talons digging into the wet sand beneath him, and shoved it off so it may go where it will for he could no longer stand looking at it. Before retreating from the shore line and looking around, all this time he had spent in that castle.
Now he had no where to go. This was not true...
He would head East.
[ I am sooo soooooo sorry, I just got a suggestion from one of my friends to make it sad. T-T don't be mad at me. ]