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 :'''[[Disarray]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>For a girl who had been raised in nobility, the association of her current form with that of a predator draws an irritated itch under the surface, as if she weren't quite comfortable within her own skin. The length of hair at the end of her tail twitches, swatting the ground. Though she appeared feline in nature, there were aspects of other animals there - the horns which appear elk-like, the lupine ears, and the length of her legs which seem a bit leaner than one would expect for such a beast. Not one thing, but many merged together. "Perhaps you would be right, if you spoke of any natural creature. As for me, I am made for nothing more than to be a monster, a beast. I can't be human any more than the animals you so respect, so why deny a beastly nature?"<br /> <br />Being considered a harbringer of doom certainly suits her well enough. That is what she wants, afterall. Not everyone feared her, but she found a certain perverse pleasure in it, watching them cower. She doesn't bother correcting him about her diet, which hadn't changed much since her transformation into this monsterous thing. Let him think what he wished. "While it amuses me to be equated to some force of nature, I'm afraid that my wrath is anything but. Nature is unthinking, all instinct and desire." Her muzzle curves again, the feline taking a few steps, tail swishing, "I choose this life. I choose blood on my lips and an enemy's corpse in my claws. An animal kills for food or survival... I kill for the pleasure of it."<br /> <br />Her dark eyes stare at him, too human in her animal face. "But you're right. Every one of us has a clock ticking the moments of our lives away, never knowing when it will end." She reaches a hand up, and lifts a small, battered looking pocketwatch that dangles from her waist. The clock has obviously long-since stopped, though she keeps it with her, anyways. "The end will come to these fools soon enough, at my hands or at the hands of others. It's only a matter of time."
-:'''[[Blivon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Blivon nods to Disarray, and puts a finger to his lips, considering her statement, "....I'd venture to say that your choice to slay, and the pleasure you take in what you do is still part of your nature." He continues to pet Mitz, but then stops, as he glances around, just keeping a vigil of his surroundings- it wasn't as though he could be in much more jeopardy than at present, what with being only a few feet from a Shadow Lord, but if he was in the company of several predators, he might be a hint more uneasy; maybe he actually thinks he stands a chance at repelling an assault from a singular beast, having had experience with monsters of all sorts, before.<br /> <br />"Everything that I see, resonates with the conceptualization of a chain-reaction, thus am I merely a consequence of something else that preceded me.... thus are you also a piece of the puzzle, and like me, subject to whatever has brought us to where we now stand, feeling as we feel, and being compelled as we are compelled." He points at her and remarks, "When others writhe in pain, which was begot by your deed, it must be a comfort, a sensation that you've shown your prowess.... an indication that you have power." He shrugs his shoulders, "....And you may be correct." He twists his forearm in an offering position, gesturing that he's giving her knowledge with Blivon's own personal bias, "On the other hand, the day may spawn where this thing called power, which so many seek, that unpredictably flits to and fro whatever entity it chooses to conduct into therein, that this reality changes. Yet, perhaps,.... maybe not. In the meantime...."
+:'''[[Blivon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Blivon nods to Disarray, and puts a finger to his lips, considering her statement, "....I'd venture to say that your choice to slay, and the pleasure you take in what you do is still part of your nature." He continues to pet Mitz, but then stops, as he glances around, just keeping a vigil of his surroundings- it wasn't as though he could be in much more jeopardy than at present, what with being only a few feet from a Shadow Lord, but if he was in the company of several predators, he might be a hint more uneasy; maybe he actually thinks he stands a chance at repelling an assault from a singular beast, having had experience with monsters of all sorts, before.<br /> <br />"Everything that I see, resonates with the conceptualization of a chain-reaction, thus am I merely a consequence of something else that preceded me.... thus are you also a piece of the puzzle, and like me, subject to whatever has brought us to where we now stand, feeling as we feel, and being compelled as we are compelled." He points at her and remarks, "When others writhe in pain, which was begot by your deed, it must be a comfort, a sensation that you've shown your prowess.... an indication that you have power." He shrugs his shoulders, "....And you may be correct." He twists his forearm in an offering position, gesturing that he's giving her knowledge with Blivon's own personal bias, "On the other hand, the day may spawn where this thing called power, which so many seek, that unpredictably flits to and fro whatever entity it chooses to conduct into therein, that this reality changes. Yet, perhaps,.... maybe not. In the meantime...."<br /> <br />He nods to her, approvingly, showing no disdain or admiration, but mere acknowledgement, and maybe also a scant trace of discomfort, "The harried mind is availed few resources to bring reassurance. For some.... power is that reassurance- it is only natural, even if many would perceive it as evil; aye, but if such a thing as evil does exist, I would say that you would be an embodiment of it." He tries to offer a meek smile, in a way that might yield something to her that, despite her corruption, that few others could ever see themselves bestowing upon Disarray- tolerance. "No such defilement exists in this world that is backwards enough to reverse existence itself, so I believe that while the majority of your decisions have ill intent, there is no way that every single thought going through your mind serves to poison the world around you, to exclusion; self-preservation dictates that some impulses be centered around objectivity, and survival.... thus, some of your persona cannot be polluted, but neutral, at the minimum. Do you agree that anyone who seeks to survive, must tax their mental reserve even so much as a solitary neuronal pulse in a pragmatic fashion would exert?"
 <br /> <br />He nods to her, approvingly, showing no disdain or admiration, but mere acknowledgement, and maybe also a scant trace of discomfort, "The harried mind is availed few resources to bring reassurance. For some.... power is that reassurance- it is only natural, even if many would perceive it as evil; aye, but if such a thing as evil does exist, I would say that you would be an embodiment of it." He tries to offer a meek smile, in a way that might yield something to her that, despite her corruption, that few others could ever see themselves bestowing upon Disarray- tolerance. "No such defilement exists in this world that is backwards enough to reverse existence itself, so I believe that while the majority of your decisions have ill intent, there is no way that every single thought going through your mind serves to poison the world around you, to exclusion; self-preservation dictates that some impulses be centered around objectivity, and survival.... thus, some of your persona cannot be polluted, but neutral, at the minimum. Do you agree that anyone who seeks to survive, must tax their mental reserve even so much as a solitary neuronal pulse in a pragmatic fashion would exert?"
 :'''[[Disarray]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>A low growl rumbles up from the beast as she clenches her hand over the hammer. Something about his words irritates her, but her own good sense tells her that starting a fight with this man and his beast would probably end badly for her. That doesn't mean that his judgement doesn't grate on her nerves. "You don't know anything about my nature." She snarls, claws flexing. <br /> <br />Once, a long time ago, she had been a noble girl. She had dreams of marriage and family. All of that had been snatched away from her because someone thought to tell her that she was a 'beast' at heart. The unfairness of it all - to be punished like this when she'd only been a child. There were millions out there among the worlds far more callous than she had been then, but were they stripped of their humanity and turned into a monster? No. <br /> <br />"If I wanted to be psychoanalyzed, I'd be on some doctor's couch right now rather than here. Then, I'd probably rip his throat out. So why not cut the crap before I decide your face looks better smashed under my hammer." Certainly, he is probably right, and there are some neutral aspects of her under the surface, but redeeming qualities doesn't mean someone /wants/ to be redeemed. "And trust me, evil exists. You'll come to see that soon enough." The beast turns away from him them, raising her hand with the dragon gauntlet.<br /> <br />The metallic creature lifts it's head, spitting dark fire in a circle. The flames extend towards each other until they have made a swirling portal, radiating darkness from it's core. "As for me, I've got better things to do than waste my time with you. Pray we don't meet again." She steps towards the portal, ready to depart this realm for another.

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 :'''[[Disarray]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Though the tattooed man might offfer to call her by some other name, the beast just continues to show that somewhat feral smile, long teeth prominantly displayed. "It's who I am." The girl of privilage and nobility that she had once been, had died the moment that the pocketwatch had stopped ticking. It is mere coincidence that she'd been shot and nearly killed not long after it, two signs that whatever her past self had been were now unreachable. "You're a man who's close to beasts, I'm sure you recognise one when you see it." Her words are a statement, rather than a question. An opinion drawn from the various creatures that adorn his armor. <br /> <br />His suggestion about 'honey' over 'vinegar' leads her to a dark laugh, her hand reaching to stroke over the gauntlet covering her opposite forearm. Atop it, a small dragon that seems wrought of metal raises it's head to her fingers. "You see, there's a liiiittle problem with that. No one wants to work for a monster. I could offer them power, and wealth, but all they see is something that will make off with their children, or prey upon their livestock." Her tongue slips over her teeth, as if the idea amused her enough to whet her appetite. "So I'm afraid I'll have to continue to recruit in my own special ways."<br /> <br /> "Besides, I'm not nice." She picks a bit of something out from underneath one claw, flicking it away. "I have no intention of being nice. Now, if you'll excuse me." She sweeps around, braided hair following the motion, arm raised towards an alley nearby. A man who had been trying to sneak closer stops in his tracks, a short sword trembling in his hands. "You've got all of five seconds to run along back to whatever hovel you dragged your filthy, disgusting self from, before I decide to have myself an idiot barbeque." <br /> <br />The man drops his sword, and as she starts to count backwards, he turns tail and runs, feet pattering away. "I hate villagers." Hrmph.
-:'''[[Blivon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Blivon nodded, willing to accept her answer without any sort of real dispute. He didn't deny inwardly or outwardly that it was her core nature, or seemed to be- but that wasn't to say that he felt her vicious nature needed to be emphasized more than what was already transparent, courtesy of her feline physique. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, remarking, "The reason people see you as a monster is because they fear death, and you are the harbinger of doom- the tiger and the tigress are the pinnacle of mammalian predatory evolution. Designed for speed, grace, power, and.... efficiency." He nods, and paces back and forth a bit, "The problem is, most people do not commune with nature enough to respect the order of things, and concede that there is a hierarchy that ought to be respected. The herbivore and the omnivore devour the plant, which can only grow so fast. When shortage comes about, predation is the destined decree."<br /> <br />He shakes his head, and opens his arms, then supinates them as if discarding something of little worth, turning his head to the side while trying to accredit Disa's way; not strictly to pander to the woman's attitude for the sake of avoiding retaliation, but to be truly honest and understanding of her plight, "I don't advocate that anyone should lie down and die, but one must acknowledge that when their time comes, panicking will do no good." Suddenly, Disa warns a villager against attempting assassination, and he peers over in his direction, watching the man flee quickly, before he resumes his conversation with her, "Overpopulation is not the way of the world. I don't adore the sight of demise, nay, but I recognize that what's to be is to be." The druid folds his arms across his chest after placing his helmet on the ground, so he can retain a comfortable posture, "I will render you reverence in one respect, you may be a murderous creature, but you do not wear the guise of a fleece. There is honor in portraying yourself in the proper context, whereas some would defile truth, and feign fairness, while being quite foul."
+:'''[[Blivon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Blivon nodded, willing to accept her answer without any sort of real dispute. He didn't deny inwardly or outwardly that it was her core nature, or seemed to be- but that wasn't to say that he felt her vicious nature needed to be emphasized more than what was already transparent, courtesy of her feline physique. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully, remarking, "The reason people see you as a monster is because they fear death, and you are the harbinger of doom- the tiger and the tigress are the pinnacle of mammalian predatory evolution. Designed for speed, grace, power, and.... efficiency." He nods, and paces back and forth a bit, "The problem is, most people do not commune with nature enough to respect the order of things, and concede that there is a hierarchy that ought to be respected. The herbivore and the omnivore devour the plant, which can only grow so fast. When shortage comes about, predation is the destined decree."<br /> <br />He shakes his head, and opens his arms, then supinates them as if discarding something of little worth, turning his head to the side while trying to accredit Disa's way; not strictly to pander to the woman's attitude for the sake of avoiding retaliation, but to be truly honest and understanding of her plight, "I don't advocate that anyone should lie down and die, but one must acknowledge that when their time comes, panicking will do no good." Suddenly, Disa warns a villager against attempting assassination, and he peers over in his direction, watching the man flee quickly, before he resumes his conversation with her, "Overpopulation is not the way of the world. I don't adore the sight of demise, nay, but I recognize that what's to be is to be." The druid folds his arms across his chest after placing his helmet on the ground, so he can retain a comfortable posture, "I will render you reverence in one respect, you may be a murderous creature, but you do not wear the guise of a fleece. There is honor in portraying yourself in the proper context, whereas some would defile truth, and feign fairness, while being quite foul."<br /> <br />The forester smiles, but only lightly, "There is no question as to what you are, and lest you shift to the form of a being that can subsist on herb, you have no choice but to slaughter, to exist..... Most may think me demented to associate with one who could spell my end, but I see little difference between the malice of meteorological disaster, and the menace of your muscle. We are at risk in every moment of our temporal coils, so why fret that someday, one's time will be up?" He shrugs, and pets Mitz, who leans into the stroke, glad to be afforded some attention by her master.
 <br /> <br />The forester smiles, but only lightly, "There is no question as to what you are, and lest you shift to the form of a being that can subsist on herb, you have no choice but to slaughter, to exist..... Most may think me demented to associate with one who could spell my end, but I see little difference between the malice of meteorological disaster, and the menace of your muscle. We are at risk in every moment of our temporal coils, so why fret that someday, one's time will be up?" He shrugs, and pets Mitz, who leans into the stroke, glad to be afforded some attention by her master.
 :'''[[Disarray]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>For a girl who had been raised in nobility, the association of her current form with that of a predator draws an irritated itch under the surface, as if she weren't quite comfortable within her own skin. The length of hair at the end of her tail twitches, swatting the ground. Though she appeared feline in nature, there were aspects of other animals there - the horns which appear elk-like, the lupine ears, and the length of her legs which seem a bit leaner than one would expect for such a beast. Not one thing, but many merged together. "Perhaps you would be right, if you spoke of any natural creature. As for me, I am made for nothing more than to be a monster, a beast. I can't be human any more than the animals you so respect, so why deny a beastly nature?"<br /> <br />Being considered a harbringer of doom certainly suits her well enough. That is what she wants, afterall. Not everyone feared her, but she found a certain perverse pleasure in it, watching them cower. She doesn't bother correcting him about her diet, which hadn't changed much since her transformation into this monsterous thing. Let him think what he wished. "While it amuses me to be equated to some force of nature, I'm afraid that my wrath is anything but. Nature is unthinking, all instinct and desire." Her muzzle curves again, the feline taking a few steps, tail swishing, "I choose this life. I choose blood on my lips and an enemy's corpse in my claws. An animal kills for food or survival... I kill for the pleasure of it."<br /> <br />Her dark eyes stare at him, too human in her animal face. "But you're right. Every one of us has a clock ticking the moments of our lives away, never knowing when it will end." She reaches a hand up, and lifts a small, battered looking pocketwatch that dangles from her waist. The clock has obviously long-since stopped, though she keeps it with her, anyways. "The end will come to these fools soon enough, at my hands or at the hands of others. It's only a matter of time."
-:'''[[Blivon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Blivon nods to Disarray, and puts a finger to his lips, considering her statement, "....I'd venture to say that your choice to slay, and the pleasure you take in what you do is still part of your nature." He continues to pet Mitz, but then stops, as he glances around, just keeping a vigil of his surroundings- it wasn't as though he could be in much more jeopardy than at present, what with being only a few feet from a Shadow Lord, but if he was in the company of several predators, he might be a hint more uneasy; maybe he actually thinks he stands a chance at repelling an assault from a singular beast, having had experience with monsters of all sorts, before.
+:'''[[Blivon]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Blivon nods to Disarray, and puts a finger to his lips, considering her statement, "....I'd venture to say that your choice to slay, and the pleasure you take in what you do is still part of your nature." He continues to pet Mitz, but then stops, as he glances around, just keeping a vigil of his surroundings- it wasn't as though he could be in much more jeopardy than at present, what with being only a few feet from a Shadow Lord, but if he was in the company of several predators, he might be a hint more uneasy; maybe he actually thinks he stands a chance at repelling an assault from a singular beast, having had experience with monsters of all sorts, before.<br /> <br />"Everything that I see, resonates with the conceptualization of a chain-reaction, thus am I merely a consequence of something else that preceded me.... thus are you also a piece of the puzzle, and like me, subject to whatever has brought us to where we now stand, feeling as we feel, and being compelled as we are compelled." He points at her and remarks, "When others writhe in pain, which was begot by your deed, it must be a comfort, a sensation that you've shown your prowess.... an indication that you have power." He shrugs his shoulders, "....And you may be correct." He twists his forearm in an offering position, gesturing that he's giving her knowledge with Blivon's own personal bias, "On the other hand, the day may spawn where this thing called power, which so many seek, that unpredictably flits to and fro whatever entity it chooses to conduct into therein, that this reality changes. Yet, perhaps,.... maybe not. In the meantime...."
 <br /> <br />"Everything that I see, resonates with the conceptualization of a chain-reaction, thus am I merely a consequence of something else that preceded me.... thus are you also a piece of the puzzle, and like me, subject to whatever has brought us to where we now stand, feeling as we feel, and being compelled as we are compelled." He points at her and remarks, "When others writhe in pain, which was begot by your deed, it must be a comfort, a sensation that you've shown your prowess.... an indication that you have power." He shrugs his shoulders, "....And you may be correct." He twists his forearm in an offering position, gesturing that he's giving her knowledge with Blivon's own personal bias, "On the other hand, the day may spawn where this thing called power, which so many seek, that unpredictably flits to and fro whatever entity it chooses to conduct into therein, that this reality changes. Yet, perhaps,.... maybe not. In the meantime...."
 <br /> <br />He nods to her, approvingly, showing no disdain or admiration, but mere acknowledgement, and maybe also a scant trace of discomfort, "The harried mind is availed few resources to bring reassurance. For some.... power is that reassurance- it is only natural, even if many would perceive it as evil; aye, but if such a thing as evil does exist, I would say that you would be an embodiment of it." He tries to offer a meek smile, in a way that might yield something to her that, despite her corruption, that few others could ever see themselves bestowing upon Disarray- tolerance. "No such defilement exists in this world that is backwards enough to reverse existence itself, so I believe that while the majority of your decisions have ill intent, there is no way that every single thought going through your mind serves to poison the world around you, to exclusion; self-preservation dictates that some impulses be centered around objectivity, and survival.... thus, some of your persona cannot be polluted, but neutral, at the minimum. Do you agree that anyone who seeks to survive, must tax their mental reserve even so much as a solitary neuronal pulse in a pragmatic fashion would exert?"
 :'''[[Disarray]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>A low growl rumbles up from the beast as she clenches her hand over the hammer. Something about his words irritates her, but her own good sense tells her that starting a fight with this man and his beast would probably end badly for her. That doesn't mean that his judgement doesn't grate on her nerves. "You don't know anything about my nature." She snarls, claws flexing. <br /> <br />Once, a long time ago, she had been a noble girl. She had dreams of marriage and family. All of that had been snatched away from her because someone thought to tell her that she was a 'beast' at heart. The unfairness of it all - to be punished like this when she'd only been a child. There were millions out there among the worlds far more callous than she had been then, but were they stripped of their humanity and turned into a monster? No. <br /> <br />"If I wanted to be psychoanalyzed, I'd be on some doctor's couch right now rather than here. Then, I'd probably rip his throat out. So why not cut the crap before I decide your face looks better smashed under my hammer." Certainly, he is probably right, and there are some neutral aspects of her under the surface, but redeeming qualities doesn't mean someone /wants/ to be redeemed. "And trust me, evil exists. You'll come to see that soon enough." The beast turns away from him them, raising her hand with the dragon gauntlet.<br /> <br />The metallic creature lifts it's head, spitting dark fire in a circle. The flames extend towards each other until they have made a swirling portal, radiating darkness from it's core. "As for me, I've got better things to do than waste my time with you. Pray we don't meet again." She steps towards the portal, ready to depart this realm for another.