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Durnehviir
 Posted: Jun 27 2017, 12:02 AM
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At least she was pleased with her photograph of him. Of course she was. Any image of a dragon was far more superior than images of other beings. It was done and over with now, anyway, and it was time to move onto other things.

Like hunting.

"One of the best ways to learn about something... is to slay it." Even if it was something that was already dead. It could be killed again, perhaps after drawing information from it. Torture was not viable for the undead who were too far gone to speak, but there were other ways to glean information from them that did not require words.

"We shall hunt together, then." They had one important issue to attend to first, however. They had not even given each other their names. "I am called Durnehviir. It translates to 'Curse Never Dying' in your tongue." Perhaps the woman would find some amusement in the irony.
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Bad Girl
 Posted: Jul 3 2017, 04:18 PM
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Curse.

Never.

Dying.

Holy shit, that was a whole lot of mother effin' irony, wasn't it? Particularly if he hadn't given himself that name after he had become a zombie dragon. Bad Girl knew tons of people who simply gave themselves a name to suit them. Bad Girl happened to be one of those people. She hadn't been born Bad Girl, though she wasn't sure if her parents were the sort of dick parents to give their kid a name that was a really stupid birth name.

Bad Girl didn't know her parents. They had abandoned her as a baby.

Screw them.

"Let's hunt," she said. Her tone was rather cheerily, and she hiccuped.

Bad Girl had never hunted with a dragon before, but it was bound to be interesting, if what she had witnessed earlier was going to be any indication. She made her way down the hill she had been sitting on, tucking her Jack Daniel's into her dress front where it could bump around and be a nuisance, though she didn't find it to be a nuisance since it was alcohol and she loved alcohol.

It was time, however, to find her first zomb-o to smash.

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Durnehviir
 Posted: Jul 4 2017, 01:18 PM
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Durnehviir was disappointed that he did not receive the woman's name in return, but considering how intoxicated she was, he expected as much. Courtesy did not rank high in human behavior, either. The dragon watched as she managed to make it down the hill, somewhat impressed that she did so without falling down.

Then he flapped his wings and took to the air, careful not to knock her down in his wake.

Catching an air current, he glided, moving through the sky with much more ease than one would think something of his bulk could attain. Durnehviir did not fly high up, instead preferring to circle around and scan the landscape for prey he could catch. Before long, movement came into sight and his first target emerged, shuffling and snarling.

With a roar, he swooped down, snatched it up with his talons, then brought it up into the air. It was trying its best to bite him, but he ignored it and flew back to his companion. Durnehviir lightly tossed it to the ground a few meters in front of her, where it slowly rose to its feet and shuffled towards her.

Pitiful. Any undead in his control would have moved much faster than this. Had its condition deteriorated its physical strength that much?
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Bad Girl
 Posted: Jul 16 2017, 03:27 PM
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Bad Girl hated the way the ground here beneath her feet was super soggy. It was kind of like this place had never heard the term dry. She never had to travel to anywhere super wet in the States, seeing as most of her assassination battles were in Santa Destroy and she didn't have to travel too far around to pick up any targets she had received - she just got them to come to her. It was tricky, but she always managed to pull it off.

Didn't mean she liked wet things.

Unless they were covered in blood.

"Come out, come out, wherever you all, ickle zombies," Bad Girl called out. Her voice was in a sing-song sort of tone, but it slurred a bit with her drunken speech. "Come play with Bad Giiiiiiiiiirl!" Her voice went almost shrill as she finished off her name. She had to stop and hiccup. The action made her until mouth taste like beer.

As if it hadn't already tasted like beer.

Before she was able to continue walking, Durnehviir had dropped a zomb-o right in front of her. She stared at it for a moment before she went towards, swinging her bat slightly. The second it was in front of her, she took a swing. With a wet, squishing noise, the head went flying into the air. Bad Girl laughed.

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Durnehviir
 Posted: Jul 18 2017, 12:58 AM
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So, this was Bad Girl. The infamous Bad Girl of Santa Destroy. That explained much... although there were some things that Durnehviir had to wonder about. Why the name 'Bad Girl'? Why had she chosen a baseball bat for her signature weapon, and... why the dress?

Since dragons had no need for clothing, the last one was the most confusing. Surely, there were other outfits more suited to the bashing of heads. So, why the dress? And why was it so... pink?

Durnehviir paused to watch the undead's head fly far from its body. That seemed to be the end of it. These rotting corpses were not nearly as durable as the ones back in Tamriel. But they still might have their benefits. What he needed was more observations, so he wanted Bad Girl to kill a few more. She seemed quite adept at killing.

The dragon flew away and returned, this time with a pair of the reanimated corpses. He dropped them a short distance from his companion, then circled up higher into the sky. As he watched, he noticed that the prey seemed to ignore each other in favor of the living human nearby. Unlike Durnehviir's servants, there was no real sense of teamwork.
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Bad Girl
 Posted: Jul 22 2017, 02:32 PM
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Bad Girl had laughed heartily when the head had been sent flying away from her. How amusing it was to watch the head of another creature being knocked clean off its shoulders and into the sky. She noticed that there were actually some creatures that didn't die from having their heads removed from their body, but that didn't seem to be the case with the undead here. They stopped moving once their heads were destroyed or something. That seemed to be their nerve center that controlled them, even when they were taking damage in other parts of their bodies.

Bad Girl might have been a drunk, but she was also an assassin who had spent the past few years perfecting her craft until she had become the number two ranked assassin in all of the damn world. She wasn't an idiot. If someone made that mistake, she would kill them like she killed everyone else. Anyone who questioned her deserved to die.

Everyone deserved to die.

Even she deserved to die, but it was her job to do the killing, so she couldn't die. Besides, it was like no one could kill her. Travis had been a fluke. He might have killed her, but she had won the match. He had even said so. What a fucking loser.

Two more zombies were brought her way, and Bad Girl stared at them before letting a grin take over on her face. She wasn't going to simply bash their heads off this time. Oh no, she was going to play with them for her own amusement. She half-skipped towards them, though she kept her distance, swinging her bat in a grip that looked as if she was going to let it fly but it never left her fingertips.

Now, now, what would she do first?

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Durnehviir
 Posted: Jul 26 2017, 08:44 PM
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Instead of killing them right away, Bad Girl had skipped towards the undead. Skipped. Durnehviir had seen enough throughout the ages to know that when a warrior actually moved like that towards an opponent, interesting things tended to happen. For only the intoxicated and crazy skipped towards something that could very well kill them if they made any mistakes.

Bad Girl, from what he knew about her, was both intoxicated and crazy. But she enjoyed killing, and he could almost hear her plotting something in her head. He supposed that she was planning to get a little more creative with this pair.

So he circled around the area, keeping quiet. As quiet as he could possibly be. Even while flying without roaring, dragons were not known for being quiet. But he did not speak and kept high enough to avoid causing the air to rush past the ground in his wake. What did Bad Girl plan to do with these two undead humans?
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Bad Girl
 Posted: Jul 29 2017, 12:37 PM
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This was kind of super fucking cool. Or, at least it was to Bad Girl. She didn't think any of the other assassins she had known back in her day would appreciate what exactly was going on before her. She had two of the undead. She had another of the undead - only in dragon form - swooping around above her head, dropping down more undead so she can bash them in when she was done with the first.

This was pretty much heaven for her. Or, hell. She would fit more in hell than in heaven. There was no way she was making it to heaven, and she really didn't care. Who wanted to go live with a bunch of stuffy ol' saints anyway? Hell was where all the fun people were at.

Speaking of hell, she was pretty sure Destroyman might have appreciated this, if he wasn't so batshit crazy. Not that she was on to talk.

Bad Girl reached the the first zombie. It came at her first, but she dodged it with the type of ease someone who expect of a ballerina and not of a drunken crazy lady. God, if she was a fucking ballerina, she would have had to wear a tutu all the time, and tutus were fucking awesome. Maybe she would get one. Maybe she would get one for Kirby too. They could match.

The other zombie made a lunge for her, but she swung her elbow back, clipping it in the head and knocking it down. It hit the wet ground with a thud. Bad Girl turned to regard the other one. Now, now, what should she do with this one?

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Durnehviir
 Posted: Aug 2 2017, 12:40 AM
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Durnehviir
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Bad Girl moved faster and more gracefully than one would expect of someone who had drank the amount of alcohol she had. Durnehviir was impressed. Most humans would have swung at the undead, spun around, then fall, their faces in the mud. She did not, and so she was doing better.

What was she going to do with the other one? It was likely Bad Girl would dispatch it soon, meaning Durnehviir would have to find more prey for them to hunt. He took his eyes off the scene down below him for a moment to scan the area around them. What other undead could he find...?

Wait. Was that...?

Yes. Yes it was.

"I see a bear," he called from above. An undead bear. It looked rather large... perhaps it was from Skyrim? The bears there could grow quite large and were responsible for the demise of many careless - or simply weak - men and mer.

Anyway, if Bad Girl hurried up with finishing off her current target, the dragon would go snatch up that rotting beast and bring it to her. So he could see how she did against it.
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Bad Girl
 Posted: Aug 6 2017, 06:41 PM
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Bad Girl
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It was easy enough for Bad Girl to analyze what she had before her. She was able to see just where their weaknesses were. It was a simple enough skill to learn, considering her line of work. And, looking at zombies and finding out what their weaknesses were was super easy. It wasn't the same with people, where you had to gauge emotions and all that unimportant shit that were normal for a person. With a zombie, you just had to look at their limbs and find out just what was the most breakable part of their body.

In this case, the zombie had a weak jaw. One that she could probably tear up with her hand.

And, so Bad Girl did just that. She reached out, grabbed the zombie by the chin and yanked, ripping its jaw right off. The zombie didn't scream or anything because zombies didn't do that. It would have been a lot funnier if they did, though. Could you just imagine a horde of screaming zombies running for you? That would have been so fucking hilarious to everyone but the person they ate. God, what Bad Girl wouldn't pay to see something like that.

"Hm?" Bad Girl dropped the jaw in her hand and looked up at Durnehviir. Did he just say bear? Like a real bear, and not a big burly dude? Because she liked fighting bears. The first one, not the second one. "Bitch, take me to it. I'm gonna put on a show!" she called back up to him.

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Durnehviir
 Posted: Aug 7 2017, 11:29 AM
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With little concern of the risk of getting infected, Bad Girl dispatched the corpse by ripping out its jaw... with her bare hand. Such recklessness could be a fatal mistake, but Durnehviir appreciated her... guts, as the mortals would say. Dragons favored direct action over taking too much time being careful. It was one of the reasons why he liked Qahnaarin.

Instead of taking the bear to her, Bad Girl asked him to take her to it. Asking in such a way was unheard of, but Durnehviir happened to be in a good mood right now, so he swooped down and landed before her, the ground shaking from his weight.

"Let us go, before our prey escapes," he said. Few had the honor of riding a dragon, so he hoped Bad Girl appreciated the great favor he was doing for her. Seeing how she took out that last undead, she would not have a problem riding on his decaying, slime-coated form.
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Bad Girl
 Posted: Aug 11 2017, 05:49 PM
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The ground shook beneath Bad Girl's feet. If she was any more drunk - if that was even possible - or if she wasn't so good at standing on her amazingly cute heels, she might have actually fallen down and hurt herself. She was still liable to hurt herself fighting a bear, but it would be the good kind of hurt that was accompanied by knowing you had killed something that could probably kill you.

Ah, Bad Girl couldn't fucking wait for that to happen. It was so close, she could practically taste the bear meat. Not that she was going to eat it, though - bear was fucking gross.

That was when she realized what the dragon had said. She was supposed to hop on and hitch a ride. Now, Bad Girl wasn't much of one for taking offered rides, unless she was seriously just hijacking a car and joyriding it illegally until the police attempted to stop her, which they rarely ever did before she crashed it into something and caused a lot of damage. But the time they caught up, she was normally already out and away where they would never find her.

It was always so exhilarating.

But she was pretty sure she couldn't hijack a dragon. Especially a zombie dragon. But, getting a ride would be hella cool.

With a slight skip in her step, she went over to Durnehviir and easily climbed on. She wasn't fazed by the slime or goop. In fact, it would probably help her stay in place. Instead, she pointed ahead. "Let's go!" she shouted before laughing.

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Durnehviir
 Posted: Aug 13 2017, 01:12 AM
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Durnehviir
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An intoxicated woman riding an undead dragon. What a sight they were going to make. Durnehviir was certain that if his kind saw this, they would react in shock, disgust or a mixture of both. Likely both. To be honest, he did not care what they thought. As he had discovered, there was a certain kind of thrill that one could only get from doing something that was completely unexpected by one's peers.

"Now, we really hunt!" Durnehviir pushed off of the ground, easily getting airborne despite his heavy build and the ruined state of his wings. "Amativ!" The dragon roared and rushed forward, his shadow darkening the ground below. No land creature could ever hope to outrun a dragon's flight speed. They were going to catch that bear in no time.

It should provide Bad Girl with more of a challenge than the human corpses. If not, then at least the battle should prove to be entertaining to watch.
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