Post by The Muse on Aug 5, 2009 23:10:41 GMT -5
Title: (the title of the work)
OLD DAYS
Challenge: (e.g. #1 Favorite Character/Ship, #2 Villain's POV)
500-1000 WORDS BATTLE/FIGHT SCENE
Fandom: (Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Dollhouse)
BUFFY/ANGEL
Pairing/Characters: (List either ships e.g. Buffy/Angel or characters here)
ILLYRIA/GLORY and I made up another character
Summary: (short summary - One to three lines of what the work is about)
SHOWDOWN IN A COLISEUM!
Rating: (G - General, PG - Parental Guidance recommended, PG-13 - not suitable for under 13, R - recommended for mature audiences, NC-17 - not recommended for under 17, please err on the side of caution)PG13
Warnings: (sexual situations, violence, blood, etc, anything that may be of concern to the reader) VIOLENCE AND GORE
Disclaimer: (statement e.g. "I don't own the characters. All bow to Whedon.")
THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO JOSS WHEDON, I AM JUST OBSESSED ENOUGH TO WRITE ABOUT THEM.
Word Count: (final word count of the piece)
1000 exactly
Author's Note: (thanking anyone who helped you with the work, anything else you might like the reader to know)
Praise and/or criticism is appreciated cause I'm new at this!I also should explain that I felt like I had to write some motivation for this fight as well.
Illyria arrived at the Coliseum with its Qwa'ha Xahn in tow. The situation was desperate, but what is urgency to one who commands time? Organs and tentacles decorated the archway that it undulated toward, dripping vile fluids and enticing the vast crowd into raucous cheering from the stands. Illyria was in no mood for formalities this day. She arrived at her summoner's side.
“Ephrasia. I am here at your behest. Explain this to me.”
“There is no more time, Illyria.” Ephrasia began, “Not even for one who can manipulate it and move about it so freely as you do. This world is no longer worth we Old Ones staying here. As you know, some of our kind wither, and die. Some run away to try and find new homes. There is a plague coming, called humanity.” As Ephrasia uttered the word its scales quivered. The creature continued. “We cannot abide these squalid creatures, even though they are small. Though they seem insignifigant their numbers will swell rapidly and make it impossible for us to continue as we once did. They wouldn't even serve as food. It is better if we abandon this world, and leave it to the pests and vermin. I think a solution has been reached. Have you been able to see what shall happen Illyria?”
“No, I have not Great Cull. I simply know none of us seem to be as considerable as we once were. Beyond that, I cannot see or travel. It as if there is a great unknown void.” Admitting this only deepened Illyria's foul mood, but if it would bring this to a conclusion it was of little matter. Ephrasia glanced toward the arena, and flashed fangs at Illyria.
“You battle another Old One. The outcome decides where you shall go to be free of this world. And you shall be given a putrid human form until the affray is over. It is so we may keep tally. You will still have some of your strengths. That is all you need to know.” With that, Illyria was pushed through the archway and into the arena. Magical flames danced in the direction from which she came. She? How curious.
Illyria strode a few steps on her new human legs. Everything seemed to work fine. She spent a few moments curiously taking stock of her new form, until she was interrupted by a great blow to the side of her face. “C'mon! Let's get this over with! I have better things to do. I'm too good for this kind of dirty work.” This one had the bravery to hit Illyria? Who did she think she was? It was time to split her open and find out. She shall get this over with, indeed.
Illyria crouched with her leg out and swept the fair haired woman's feet out from under her, felling her. She knelt over the woman and rested her knee on her chest, leaning over her menacingly. “Who dares strike Illyria, God King of the Primordium, in this pathetic fashion?” she spat. Without flinching, the woman smiled up at her viciously and batted her away as if she were an insect. Then she rose and dusted her red clothing off as Illyria landed hard.
“I am too splendid, too exalted, too glorified to have a name. Yes.... that is what you may call me. Glory. Don't ever forget I deserve it.”
“I would rather call you dead.” Illyria said upon standing. “Your name is of no importance to me. Your demise is.” Before Glory could think of a reply Illyria had reached her, and threw a punch to her face.
“Ow, my new human nose!” Glory whined. “It was cute.” She picked the tattered remains of it off and threw them aside. She advanced on Illyria, throwing punches and kicks wildly in succession. Illyria felt things crunching and snapping inside her as she matched Glory blow for crushing blow. She blocked a roundhouse kick and grabbed Glory's foot, using her own momentum against her to throw her. Glory landed with a tearing sound. Flesh was so fragile, how did anyone abide it?
Illyria walked over to the dazed woman and grabbed her hair, pulling her to stand. “You shall finish on your feet, as I command it.” She said. Glory's smile was blood filled. Grabbing Illyria's shoulders, she rammed a knee up into the new softness that was Illyria's midsection. There was a wet, ripping sound and Illyria spat out a fount of crimson onto Glory's head and shoulders. Glory began to laugh as Illyria doubled over to regroup and let all the liquid out on the ground. It was a sharp, trilling laugh, almost as unnerving as being human.
“I-ii have a see-cret” Glory chirped in a sing-song tone. “And you aren't going to lii-ke it.” She danced to Illyria and grabbed her head in her hands. “I could just kill you, but that's no fun.” Then she slid her fingers up and sunk them through the skull and into Illyria's brain with ease. She inhaled deeply and threw back her bloody head with pleasure. Illyria felt what was about to happen and smiled herself.
“And I have secrets as well. Every battle large or small is fought within the mind.” She let go a myriad of images and thoughts all at once, deluging Glory with them. Engulfing her in the very thing she wanted. Drowning her in it. Glory began to scream. She tried to free her hands in vain.
“Enough, Illyria.” Ephrasia's voice boomed. “You have driven her mad.”
“I wish to kill her.” Illyria replied.
“Unnecessary. Fates are decided.” The raving lunatic in red was carried away shouting about revenge, and time, and killing Illyria's army.
“What of me?” she asked.
“The Deeper Well.” Ephrasia answered.
OLD DAYS
Challenge: (e.g. #1 Favorite Character/Ship, #2 Villain's POV)
500-1000 WORDS BATTLE/FIGHT SCENE
Fandom: (Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Dollhouse)
BUFFY/ANGEL
Pairing/Characters: (List either ships e.g. Buffy/Angel or characters here)
ILLYRIA/GLORY and I made up another character
Summary: (short summary - One to three lines of what the work is about)
SHOWDOWN IN A COLISEUM!
Rating: (G - General, PG - Parental Guidance recommended, PG-13 - not suitable for under 13, R - recommended for mature audiences, NC-17 - not recommended for under 17, please err on the side of caution)PG13
Warnings: (sexual situations, violence, blood, etc, anything that may be of concern to the reader) VIOLENCE AND GORE
Disclaimer: (statement e.g. "I don't own the characters. All bow to Whedon.")
THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO JOSS WHEDON, I AM JUST OBSESSED ENOUGH TO WRITE ABOUT THEM.
Word Count: (final word count of the piece)
1000 exactly
Author's Note: (thanking anyone who helped you with the work, anything else you might like the reader to know)
Praise and/or criticism is appreciated cause I'm new at this!I also should explain that I felt like I had to write some motivation for this fight as well.
Illyria arrived at the Coliseum with its Qwa'ha Xahn in tow. The situation was desperate, but what is urgency to one who commands time? Organs and tentacles decorated the archway that it undulated toward, dripping vile fluids and enticing the vast crowd into raucous cheering from the stands. Illyria was in no mood for formalities this day. She arrived at her summoner's side.
“Ephrasia. I am here at your behest. Explain this to me.”
“There is no more time, Illyria.” Ephrasia began, “Not even for one who can manipulate it and move about it so freely as you do. This world is no longer worth we Old Ones staying here. As you know, some of our kind wither, and die. Some run away to try and find new homes. There is a plague coming, called humanity.” As Ephrasia uttered the word its scales quivered. The creature continued. “We cannot abide these squalid creatures, even though they are small. Though they seem insignifigant their numbers will swell rapidly and make it impossible for us to continue as we once did. They wouldn't even serve as food. It is better if we abandon this world, and leave it to the pests and vermin. I think a solution has been reached. Have you been able to see what shall happen Illyria?”
“No, I have not Great Cull. I simply know none of us seem to be as considerable as we once were. Beyond that, I cannot see or travel. It as if there is a great unknown void.” Admitting this only deepened Illyria's foul mood, but if it would bring this to a conclusion it was of little matter. Ephrasia glanced toward the arena, and flashed fangs at Illyria.
“You battle another Old One. The outcome decides where you shall go to be free of this world. And you shall be given a putrid human form until the affray is over. It is so we may keep tally. You will still have some of your strengths. That is all you need to know.” With that, Illyria was pushed through the archway and into the arena. Magical flames danced in the direction from which she came. She? How curious.
Illyria strode a few steps on her new human legs. Everything seemed to work fine. She spent a few moments curiously taking stock of her new form, until she was interrupted by a great blow to the side of her face. “C'mon! Let's get this over with! I have better things to do. I'm too good for this kind of dirty work.” This one had the bravery to hit Illyria? Who did she think she was? It was time to split her open and find out. She shall get this over with, indeed.
Illyria crouched with her leg out and swept the fair haired woman's feet out from under her, felling her. She knelt over the woman and rested her knee on her chest, leaning over her menacingly. “Who dares strike Illyria, God King of the Primordium, in this pathetic fashion?” she spat. Without flinching, the woman smiled up at her viciously and batted her away as if she were an insect. Then she rose and dusted her red clothing off as Illyria landed hard.
“I am too splendid, too exalted, too glorified to have a name. Yes.... that is what you may call me. Glory. Don't ever forget I deserve it.”
“I would rather call you dead.” Illyria said upon standing. “Your name is of no importance to me. Your demise is.” Before Glory could think of a reply Illyria had reached her, and threw a punch to her face.
“Ow, my new human nose!” Glory whined. “It was cute.” She picked the tattered remains of it off and threw them aside. She advanced on Illyria, throwing punches and kicks wildly in succession. Illyria felt things crunching and snapping inside her as she matched Glory blow for crushing blow. She blocked a roundhouse kick and grabbed Glory's foot, using her own momentum against her to throw her. Glory landed with a tearing sound. Flesh was so fragile, how did anyone abide it?
Illyria walked over to the dazed woman and grabbed her hair, pulling her to stand. “You shall finish on your feet, as I command it.” She said. Glory's smile was blood filled. Grabbing Illyria's shoulders, she rammed a knee up into the new softness that was Illyria's midsection. There was a wet, ripping sound and Illyria spat out a fount of crimson onto Glory's head and shoulders. Glory began to laugh as Illyria doubled over to regroup and let all the liquid out on the ground. It was a sharp, trilling laugh, almost as unnerving as being human.
“I-ii have a see-cret” Glory chirped in a sing-song tone. “And you aren't going to lii-ke it.” She danced to Illyria and grabbed her head in her hands. “I could just kill you, but that's no fun.” Then she slid her fingers up and sunk them through the skull and into Illyria's brain with ease. She inhaled deeply and threw back her bloody head with pleasure. Illyria felt what was about to happen and smiled herself.
“And I have secrets as well. Every battle large or small is fought within the mind.” She let go a myriad of images and thoughts all at once, deluging Glory with them. Engulfing her in the very thing she wanted. Drowning her in it. Glory began to scream. She tried to free her hands in vain.
“Enough, Illyria.” Ephrasia's voice boomed. “You have driven her mad.”
“I wish to kill her.” Illyria replied.
“Unnecessary. Fates are decided.” The raving lunatic in red was carried away shouting about revenge, and time, and killing Illyria's army.
“What of me?” she asked.
“The Deeper Well.” Ephrasia answered.
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