bloody valentine

[grandhighblood]

characters: grand highblood + anyone
setting: anywhere around the tower where monsters are present
format: doesn't matter
summary: the ghb ate chocolate w/o realizing it was chocolate. it's becoming night time, and he's out on the prowl as per usual......
warnings: all the warnings!!


The highblood rarely ate suspicious candies. Hell, he never even had much of a taste for normal candies, and it certainly wasn't going to start today. It just so happened that the candy got mixed in with the usual foods that he was already familiar with (that oatmeal was surprisingly addicting after having it a couple of times). He regarded the chunk of chocolate that he had already bitten into with curiosity, but nothing more, and tossed it behind his back to return to his normal meal.

Later the night, he'd experience something...odd. He caught the sight of limping creature, but only its long scaly tail and hind legs as it slipped back into the shadows. He followed it into a clearing somewhere on the dorm floor, and it stopped to rest, where he also stopped and watched it from afar.

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You'll end up catching him just sitting a little ways off, staring longingly at the pitiful creature curling up around itself. It's a hideous four-legged lizard thing with spikes trailing down its back and all the way to the tip of its tail.

Comments

[uprisings]

[WAUGHLKJSDF HIGHBLOOD HE HAS A LIMITED NUMBER OF CLOTHES!!!]

[But okay so he tries to get his hand the fuck away from him, and fails for the force behind it. So yeah he's grabbed, but his claws immediately hook into the softest parts of the Highblood's hand and grab hard. Hisses into his face, wings opening for balance as he's lifted up onto his toes]

I do what I want, Highblood! [Aaaand swinging a kick into the joint of the subjugglator's hip... AT LEAST HE... HIT HIM????]

[grandhighblood]

[He returns the hiss with a teeth-clenched one of his own at the digging in his wrist, but the kick doesn't seem to bother him too much right now!! His free hand grabs the Summoner's ankle and just swings it away, only to immediately thrust his arm forward and try and slam the Summoner into a wall.]

Your motherfucking impudence will only earn you another near fucking death experience, motherfucker. [Leaning closssse.]

[uprisings]

[Well... fuck. So his wings open even further, humming at the air, as his feet leave the ground for a second, and then they're caught, splayed out against the wall as he's slammed into it. His breath gets knocked out, his claws tightening on the Highblood's hand and that hiss? Definitely more of a snarl now]

[He doesn't even give a fuck about that threat, sorry bro. He just kinda... brings a hand back and... slaps him across the face]

[grandhighblood]

[The slap stuns him momentarily, a couple of jagged lines of indigo appearing on his face immediately. His upper lip trembles in a low, vibrating growl as his claws suddenly splay open and dig into his chest, intent on clawing through the shirt and hopefully through his skin.

WHY WONT YOU JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE THIS ONE TIMMMMME!!!]

[uprisings]

[FUCK YOU HE CAN'T LEAVE YOU ALONE IF YOU KEEP SHOVING HIM INTO A WALL!!!!]

[Gasps in pain, brown blood starting to bubble up around the Highblood's claws. And yep! He's done now! Plants his feet against the subjugglator's chest, pushing hard even as his own claws dig even further into the hand at his chest. And he draws his other hand back again, moving to claw him across the face this time]

[grandhighblood]

[SDHS SHOULD'VE DONE IT ASS LONG TIME AGO AND NOW IT'S COME TO THIS, ARE YOU PROUD OF YOURSELF????

The claws swipe across his face and he jerks his head to one side, hissing and spitting angrily like an overgrown cat. Four short lines of indigo appear on his cheek, purple blood welling up and flowing down his face. Releasing his frustration, he throws him off to one side with a loud growl.]

[uprisings]

[Catches himself in the air so he lands surprisingly gracefully for having just been tossed! And then he stands, completely straight, shoulders a hard, sharp line. He is really... impossibly proud even with his blood starting to run in little rivulets down his chest]

[Raises his hand after a second, eyes on the Highblood as he... licks indigo blood off his claws. Eheh...]

Being flushed has uh... made you soft, if this is your. Idea of near death...!

[grandhighblood]

[Still growling, he takes a step towards the door where the lizard is trapped, carefully watching the Summoner lick off his royal blood as it coats the tip of his tongue which makes him lick his own lips in vague annoyance. All this frustration about his flushed feelings coupled with anger towards the Summoner is starting to fizzle out, just getting sort of tired of it.

He grasps the door handle, preparing to open it.]

I changed my motherfucking mind.

[uprisings]

Uh huh.

[Looks... equal parts skeptical and disgusted, though it starts to lean more towards the latter before long. Is he really going to... go in there... and... With a lizard...? Lawd]

[Just... shakes his head after a second, turning to leave finally a throwing a quite dismissive wave over his shoulder]

Have, fun then. Don't uh... do anything I wouldn't do. [He's outie]

[grandhighblood]

[Well, that depends, Summoner. Would he release a frightened and angry lizard that's ready to sink its teeth and claws into the first thing it sees from its trap?] Too motherfucking late for that, motherfucker--

[You moron!!!! Of course he's not going to just go in there while you're here! That's all kinds of motherfucking stupid for him. Just as the Summoner ollies outie right the fuck on out of there, he turns the knob slowly, and suddenly there's an unsettling silence before a blur of muted colored scales just SHOOT out of the door, screeching and hissing in fear.]

[uprisings]

[OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK. Well okay... jeez, you're lucky Highblood. If he were anyone else, you'd be fucked. More fucked, I guess. Anyway, he's a ways down the stairs when that silence falls. And he stops, tensing because silences like that are never a good thing]

[And then there's animal shrieking, and he's moving back towards them, reaching out in the same moment to snag into this lizard's mind and drag it to the ground]

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood watches the creature suddenly crumple to the floor...like it didn't want to, but is being forced to...and then his head jerks up with an audible growl.]

Stop that shit right now, motherfucker. I KNOW IT'S YOU IN THERE.

[Then he approaches the lizard, not even daring to touch it, and just stares at it. Feelings and emotions, ones he's rarely ever dealt with in his recent sweeps, are warring with each other and his hand trembles. He clenches them, nails piercing his palm and trickles of blood flow through the cracks. He's...pretty sure he must kill it. For its own good.]

[uprisings]

[Has it get up and retreat a few steps, head bowed, and only then does he finally get back up the stares to just kinda... stare... incredulously... at this. THIS IS THE SURREALIST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO HIM???]

What the fuck is, wrong with you?

[grandhighblood]

[His arm tenses and then hits the wall behind him, sending a thundering sound through it.]

DO NOT QUESTION ME, MOTHERFUCKER. It don't all matter to a shitstain rebel scum like you. Does a brother all got to sing that shit out for a motherfucker? Want me to motherfucking SING YOU A LYRICAL MOTHERFUCKING LIMERICK TO GET IT ALL THROUGH YOUR TAPPED OUT SPONGE?

[He's this close to leaping towards the Summoner and smashing his face in.]

[uprisings]

[FUCK THIS. WOW. He is super not willing at all to get his face smashed in. Caliginous bickering is one thing, but this is starting to look like a genuine fight in the making. He's not in the mood to fight. He's really really not in a mood to fight the Highblood]

[Just... makes a sharp, angry gesture, crossing his hands like he's calling a time out in a game]

Fine. Done. Spare me the song. [He's seriously for real outie this time, though he... pokes around in the lizard's head for just long enough to shut down its willingness to fight, so it just kinda slumps off to one side for a moment]

[Okay... GOOD BYE???]

[grandhighblood]

[The highblood's thoughts on fighting are similar, though it's mostly out of some sort of...odd feelings may or may not be shame. He'll fight the Summoner anytime anywhere if that's what it came down to, or if it drove him away to keep his image the way he preferred it.

A curious look falls over the highblood's face when the lizard sort of slumps, but his jaw is locked and set in a perpetual scowl, just waiting for the rebel to fly away completely out of sight.

This next part would be unpleasant, even for him. He still remembers what it felt like to kill someone or something he actually cared about -- back in the days when he still used to care in a flushed manner - and while he initially feels sulky and reluctant, it quickly turns to anger.]