Post by Vio on Jun 10, 2016 9:39:48 GMT -5
Body invigorated by simply being able to hold her violin, Louisa McLeod’s pains and worries seemed to subside. She had yet to draw the horsehair bow across the silvery strings, but even so she could already feel the harmonies of the melody she wished to play resonating throughout her very soul. Power, swiftness, grace, anticipation; each a facet of what was to emanate from the instrument’s very being – a manifestation of all that she needed to overcome such desperate odds. The forest air practically crackled with such intensity, but for reasons horrifically unbeknownst to the girl herself.
Time tae shaw him a thing or two abit music… Finding fresh footing amidst fallen foliage, the freckled femme’s inner flame soon flickered into formation. Like a piston, sharp and frenzied movements of the elbow brought the violin’s bow back and forth across waiting string – a fierce song that began to resonate through the woodland air with gusto. Powerful knees danced up and down like a militia on the march, accompanying the warrior’s cries with drumming footfalls that merged beat and rhythm. She danced a deadly duet of speed and power that echoed through the clearing and spoke of the woman’s readiness to fight.
“You idiot…!” Fresno whispered sharply.“Whit did ye say!?”“ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!!”
“Whit th’ buck…!?” Melodies momentarily drowned out by a spine-chilling, bestial bellow, Miss McLeod’s eyes averted from the now retreating ‘Ashen Wind’ and turned to the other end of the clearing. There, amidst the dust and debris, stood the imposing figure of Caoba. But this time, something was noticeably different. No longer did he wear the invisible aura of oblivious tranquillity. Instead, enveloping him from head to toe was an energy that even the dancing demoiselle could feel. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes, the way his veins bulged, and the redness of his skin: Hatred, pure and unadulterated.“…Guff.”
Immediately, the bull-headed brute barrelled forth. The approach of a man so tall nothing short of terrifying, it took a great deal of Lou’s stubborn pride and determination simply to maintain her music, and just as much to make her move aside. Thrown with such force, a clenched fist nigh on twice the size of her own skull hurtled through the air and smashed into the earth upon which the dancer had stood just a fraction of a second before.
“Silence. That. Noise!” Caoba grunted fiercely, each word a shout.“Noise!? Thes is music at its finest!”
“LIES! Don’t you hear it? That which you call music is nothing more than the tormented screams of nature. Nature, from which you have taken without care just to craft your petty ‘instruments’, now cries out in rebellion!” The horned hulk’s bellows stung like wildfire on the wind. Even above the so-called screams of her violin, Louisa could hear each and every word loud and clear. He continued: “Already do the trees give us life – a cornucopia of fruits to eat, shelter to take, and even the air to breathe! Is that not enough? No! You have to cut their own flesh from their bough and leech their life’s blood! You have to end their lives prematurely all so you can craft an ‘instrument’! But for what purpose? ‘Music’? Music is the whisper of the wind through the trees, the lapping of the tides against the rocks; it is the chatter of birdsong at daybreak, the howls of the wolves who bay at the full moon! That isn’t music…!”THWACK!
Caoba fell silent. Fuelled by her own bristling anger, the rambunctious redhead had launched herself from the earth, striking the mammoth male’s mandible with a sharp skyward kick. His whole figure stumbled back from the force of the blow, eyes now looking towards the blue and white above. Slowly, his gaze returned. One muscular hand was raised, wiping a trickle of crimson from his mouth.“Dae me a favour, will ye?”
“What…?”“Say you’re sorry.”“For…?”
“Insultin’ mah music!”
“No. I have a better idea,” Caoba retorted, cracking his knuckles – and then his neck. “I’m going to put you six feet under! I’m going to pummel you into the ground, where the trees can take back from you what is rightfully theirs…!”
“Martinete!” “Gunna Gráin!”
In an impressive display of physical strength, feet and fist collided in the air. Caoba’s mighty over-arm punch was matched almost perfectly by Louisa’s own twin kick, each backed by opposing forces of gravity and acceleration respective. But it only took a fraction of a second for one of the clashing forces to give way – a surge of pain shot through the legs of Miss McLeod, forcing her to the ground. Only in the nick of time did she manage to roll aside, evading what would have otherwise been a finishing blow capable of shattering her ribs. Dirt flew all over, showering her in debris as she careened out of Caoba’s way. Much as he had desired, the dark-skinned devil had brought an end to the entertainer’s ensemble. It had come down to a clash of anger, and it was the zealot whose rage had prevailed this time…{*OOC*}
Louisa McLeod (d8b000)
Itty (5500aa)
Queen B. Melosa (ff55ff)
Nikolay (d1a318)
Shingetsu Asada (22c22c)
Bendan Koga-Ryu (00ff99)
Abeto (387312)
Rezadora Raiz (33ff33)
Caoba (5e0404)
Fresno (aa0033)
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Queen B. Melosa (ff55ff)
Nikolay (d1a318)
Shingetsu Asada (22c22c)
Bendan Koga-Ryu (00ff99)
Abeto (387312)
Rezadora Raiz (33ff33)
Caoba (5e0404)
Fresno (aa0033)