Thread: Flames of War and Passion (Razgriz x Ironic)

The beast continued to tear at what it could, its carapace-covered claws ripping and shredding the dense flesh of its opponent. It knew nothing of pride or skill, only survival. It knew that it was being forced to fight, and while it did not have objections to fighting, it also would not allow this creature to best it. That would mean certain death, and it had no intentions of dying. Not today, and not by means of the beast it fought in this strange area on this even stranger world. On its world fighting was a constant It always happened, be it for mates or resources. Its own kind - particularly the males - were largely ambush hunters and scavengers, feeding on smaller prey and only undergoing mutations such as this whenever its life was in significant peril, or when going after a female to reproduce. Much like the rabbit of Earth, the female would fight off any males she deemed unworthy of impregnating her being far larger and much more aggressive than the males, these transformations helped ensure that their line was the one that was carried forward, along with the benefit of actually living to see another day. As its clawed limb was severed, it let out a strange echoing howl as it fell to the ground and readied itself to fight again. A strange greenish slime oozed from the wound, and it seemed to have difficulty standing. However, as the monster readied to charged forward with the goal to run its weapon through the beast, it simply waited. The strange object could hurt it, but only from the hardened end. The rest was useless, only serving as a medium to carry the lethal tip forward. Once this six-legged enemy decided to charge, it would carry out its own attack. It would need to be patient though one mistimed maneuver and it would wind up dead. Meanwhile, Khrelan was back in the cold cell, chained like an animal and still being placed under the strange chilling light. What matter of savagery was this? Were these people so disconnected that they had to take pleasure in others' suffering? Putting them through such needless violence? What was the point of it all? There was no celebration of life here, only the end of life. A rattling of chains soon brought his attention away from his musings the door to the cellar was thrust open, and light from the outside washed in, forcing the alien to cover his eyes in agony. Well then, that was a good fight, Princess! You might just make this interesting after all! said one of her captors, forcing her back into her own cage. King should give her a tougher opponent next time she got off way too easy for what she did to her people. Aye, she will...These rounds just weed out the weak ones. was the last vestige of conversation he heard before they locked her up and went on their way. At first, Khrelan said nothing...But only because he felt there was nothing he could say. Even still, he wanted to help her, despite her earlier rudeness and hostility. He still said nothing, only watching to see her mood before trying to speak with her again. After seeing the glee in which these people acted, along with the clear evidence that she'd been disbarred from her family...He could understand why she was so bitter. Having come from a world where everyone was family, he could not have known the pain she was going through.