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A Maniac Tussle For Power! [Vanyel/Mana] [Seal of Eris]
Sat Feb 04, 2017 1:27 pm
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ENTER THE VESSEL OF MADNESS
Artist: SayMaxWell - Song: Death By Glamour - Word Count: 721
This man's luck was just...shitty, wasn't it?
After all, something like what had happened in the tournament didn't happen often to him. So, it would be clear that he was very unhappy with what fate, destiny, and all the other bullshitters had in store for him. Two colossal beatings. His clothes torn, and a good deal of blood lost from his system, with his body already trying to recover from that, the two eyes of the Human burned with hatred. All of these emotions that tied into anger were setting fire to his veins from how strong it was. His hands remained balled into fists, and his feet collided with the ground over and over, his strength sending tiny ripples of both sound of power across Europe.
Yuki Kameko.
The wolf girl that he had met months ago. A tasty, ripe little morsel ready to be snatched up by the primal hunter. It had turned out that she was a lot more skilled, and even stronger than he was at that time. While she didn't knock him up too badly, he was certainly far from undamaged. He didn't expect to meet up with her again, and certainly not so soon. But, fate was a bitchy mistress, and the two ended up meeting once again on the field of battle. A fight in the clouds of an arena that seemed to float within a world that their little platform was the only actual surface that was present.
Believing that the next fight would be the same as the old one, he had decided not to let anything hold back, and unleash everything right from the start. It was the worst move he could have possibly made in that situation. The wolf went mental on him, attempting to tear him to pieces. Whatever Mana had given her, it was damn well something that was dangerous. Left with thousands of cuts, bruises, immensely drained Chi, and a large assortment of broken bones, the man had ended up surrendering out of a desperate attempt to keep his life.
Moving on to his next round, he was greeted with a Vizard woman named Mirja Eeola. Yet again, fate was cruel to him and the two fighters that were leagues apart clashed, leaving Vanyel with many things. A missing arm, which was soon healed by Mana, an even further amount of blood lost, and one god damn headache. But then, there was the kicker: Another loss on not only his record in the tournament, but also in general. He hated losing. It was something that always pissed him off because it was something that showed that he wasn't good enough. He needed to get better, and better.
And so, when he was ordered to come to the Queen's Palace in Europe, after his match with Mirja, it came as a bit of a shock. But, he knew better than to deny orders that he was given from someone such as Mana.
And so, here we were now. Walking through the city of London, with a headache, a missing arm, bruises, and scars, wearing partially torn clothes, and boiling blood. Grinding his teeth against one another, and fumbling aggressively through his pocket, the male's fingers tightly gripped around the head of a lollipop, yanking it out and his fingers slashed and tore at the wrapper, eventually becoming nothing, before he opened his jaws and stuck the sucker in. He didn't bite into it immediately, but he could be seen rolling the object over his teeth and tongue over and over again, further noticeable by the swirling white stick that protruded from his mouth.
A hand moved down to his side, gently resting on the weapon at his waist, before the two orbs narrowed slightly, glaring daggers at the large item that stood in front of him, and separated him off from whatever lie behind it, and whoever was inside. So, Vanyel Xioyang walked up to the entrance of the palace, his head turning up and down to get a full, close up look at this door to Queen Mana's home in London. Raising his arm from the side, and turning it forward, the male rapped his fingers against the door, letting off several loud echoes of sound throughout both inside the palace, and outside it.
Whatever Mana wanted, it had better be worth his time.
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