Wanted (Pyry)

[Cyrus Moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.Say what you want, take your shots.You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] IN CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] The smell of fresh spring air greeted Cyrus as he inhaled deeply. The scent of blossoming flowers and wet soil, filled the air. The undergrowth was growing thickly and was hard to move through. The calls of baby birds was carried through the wind and the sound of their parents calling back drifted behind it. He had closed his eyes, listening to it intently and enjoying the sound. Leaned up against a tree, his leather jacket open to show off his black shirt, the heat of the day was soaking through him, captured by his dark clothes. Wulf was curled up at his feet and Cyrus was just too damned hot. The King stood and moved to get into the shade, Wulf moving as soon as Cyrus straightened. The Beast stretched luxioriously and quickly moved to follow behind his Rider. Cyrus was shucking his coat and shirt lazily dropping them in a pile beside where he settled down next. Which was a shady moss covered pillow of earth and roots. He laid down and relaxed, cushioning his head with his arms and watching the sun shine through the leaves weakly, causing tiny sun beams to dance across his pale skin. Wulf laid down behind his head silently and Cyrus replaced his arms with Wulf's shoulder. A soft sigh left him, Couldn't have a more perfect day. Yet, even as he said it, a feeling of anxiety was nestled in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to do something. Not just sit around in the castle signing papers do something, though. He was to do something physical. Touch someone, either romantically or aggressively. He turned onto his side and rested his hand in the indigo fur of Wulf, curling his fingers in the silky smooth strands. Yet you are bored, my king, Wulf said with an all to knowing tone to his voice. A frustrated sigh left Cyrus, There is no need to remind me. He buried his face in Wulf's fur, slightly angry at himself for not being able to enjoy being alone with his Beast for one. But then again he hadn't sparred with anyone in a while. He was just on the edge of the forest and the starting of the mountains, the sounds surrounding him which had been so welcoming before now seemed to mock him. Anger flowed through him and he touched on of the scimitars at his waist.[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ WORDS: 420 ✗ LYRICS: kick in the teeth{ papa roach } ✗ COMMENTS: Pyry and Cyrus's first postages ever >D ✗ SONG: Wanted- Jessie James ✗ MUSE: AMAZING[/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]

[Pyry Frisken]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #998899 solid 5px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 200px; border-radius: 200px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=width,440,true] WHO ARE YOU THIS TIME? ARE YOU ONE OF US, FLYING BLIND? CAUSE I'M DOWN HERE THROWING STONES WHILE YOU'RE SO FAR FROM HOME. AND IF THERE IS A GOD, I KNOW THEY'RE ON TV, THE SPIES WITH BEDROOM EYES THAT COWER IN OUR SKIES. tags,

[/font] Cyrus!
words,[/font] L O V E
notes,[/font] So it begins [/div]

❚ The

[/color] day was perfect in every way. It wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold. The wind wasn't harsh but it still whispered and caressed your cheek as a mother would comfort a sad child. Pyry was, regretfully, not out enjoying the weather or the scenery. He was working. Just routine border patrol as well. It wasn't something someone of his skill level would usually be assigned but he had to deal with the fact that he was not exactly looked upon highly and that with the casualties as of late, he would have to deal with the minor tasks with no complaints, not tat he did much of that to begin with.

He was astride Celebria, her bright white feathers and fur like snow. They could be flying but Pyry had opted for ground simply because he would like to spot his enemy before they spotted him. Being in the air was a good way to keep an eye on things but it also made you easy prey for any other flying beasts who had wings. It was best to stick to the ground for the time being.

Celebria was strangely quiet today but she usually got like that on warmer days. The sun seemed to take the energy out of her, making her as much of a conversation starter as Pyry himself. So the perfect day was oddly quiet as Pyry guided her towards the boundaries. He wasn't wearing his signature hat today, simply because the soldier dress didn't allow him to. So his pale hair, matching his Beasts, appeared like freshly fallen snow, though it wasn't as cold but just as soft.

They cut through a lot of undergrowth, which was a relief for Pyry. He hated the armor they made him wear while they were out. It was a nice design and all but it could be a hassle and it was a bit showy than Pyry's usual get up of long sleeved shirts and pants. Are we done yet? There is nothing out here! I'm bored! And my back hurts!

Pyry sighed at her complaints, coming loud in clear through their link. He was as happy as she was that they had been put on such a horribly dull job but it had to be done. This didn't help Celebria at all, who quietly pouted in protest. As the continued to trek through the foliage, Pyry noticed a change in the air. It was as if the entire place had suddenly become tense. He recognized the feeling from the battlefield.

He told Celebria to stop, and stepped from her back, as quietly as was possible. With a hand on the hilts of both blades tied to his back, he stepped through the foliage to a clearing. The first thing to catch his eye was the figure with his back to him, his hand resting on his sword's hilt as if expecting n enemy. The next was the figure's beast. It was everything that Celebria was not, black and dark.

Pyry's gaze moved from the beast to the rider, wondering how they would react. It was obvious that they were with the dark elves. He just wondered how good the rider was with his sword and if he would make his Beast fight as well. If that was the case, Pyry would have to keep them both at bay. He didn't want Celebria involved.

He heard her protest at this, she wanted to come out and fight with him but her being there would only make it more likely that this would escalate into a battle. Pyry judged the beast and rider and figured if he had to, he would disarm the figure and us him to keep is beast at bay. Now it was just a matter of whether they would attack him or not.
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[Cyrus Moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.Say what you want, take your shots.You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] IN CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] Wulf was settling in for a nap and Cyrus was just getting more and more worked up. Of course this didn't bother Wulf, he was used to his Rider's mood swings, he would be there if his Rider needed him but right now all he wanted to do was sleep in the sun. The wolf Beast sighed in content, but upon inhaling he stiffened. Cyrus sensed the tensing of both mind and body of his companion and sat up, What is it, Wulf? His ear flicked back but he didn't raise his head, There's someone approaching us. An anticipatory smile curled Cyrus's feminine mouth. The sound of a body moving through the undergrowth reached his ears and Cyrus stood, stretching, his strong body showing the lean muscles of a fighter under pale smooth skin. His head turned slightly so he could narrow his eyes and watch out of the corner of his amber gaze. His smirk was dangerous, vicious and dark. The promise of the fight on the wind was too much for him to bare. Stay down, Wulf. I'll call you if I need you, he said to his Beast. Turning his attention back to his 'friend' in the shadows he turned all the way around and said, "Why not come out and play?" His voice was deadly and poisonous. Yet almost flirtatious, just like the heated look in his eyes as he started at the darker form in the shadows. Wulf had turned so he could watch but hadn't moved to stand. The smirk that danced across his lips promised a fight, the anxiety in his stomach was starting to lessen into more of an excited fluttering. The kind of feeling he felt before he got an adrenaline rush. The glint of armor showed on the other elf. From what he could barely see through the thick undergrowth, he was a Light Elf. Oh what fun would be had. The other elf's face was still blocked out by shadows, and Cyrus would not attack until he saw the other elf's face. He liked to know his victims. Liked to see the fear in their eyes. Perhaps that was sadistic, he wouldn't be surprised if he was a bit of a sadist. He drew one of his scimitars, rotating the sword once in a circle.. [/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ WORDS: 410 ✗ LYRICS: kick in the teeth{ papa roach } ✗ COMMENTS: Lovely Love, in such a strange way XD ✗ SONG: Tell me where it hurts- Halestorm ✗ MUSE: AWESOME >D[/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]

[Pyry Frisken]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #998899 solid 5px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 200px; border-radius: 200px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=width,440,true] WHO ARE YOU THIS TIME? ARE YOU ONE OF US, FLYING BLIND? CAUSE I'M DOWN HERE THROWING STONES WHILE YOU'RE SO FAR FROM HOME. AND IF THERE IS A GOD, I KNOW THEY'RE ON TV, THE SPIES WITH BEDROOM EYES THAT COWER IN OUR SKIES. tags,

[/font] Cyrus!
words,[/font] L O V E
notes,[/font] x3 Finally got this up!![/div]

❚ Pyry

[/color] watched the figure as he became aware of his presence. Well, this guy is full of himself. You should put him in his place, Pyry! Let me at him, I'll chew on him like a squeaky toy!

He threw back a glare at his Beast, without making it aware to his enemy that he did so. Stay back, Celebria! Don't get in on this unless it becomes necessary. I'm not gonna have you at a disadvantage in the undergrowth, you can't spread your wings to properly attack.

Celebria could sense how serious Pyry was being and so she gave a simply okay, and stuck to the background, out of sight. Even with her loud personality, she knew when she needed to be quiet and was quite good at it.

He heard the movement towards him, and automatically pinned his gaze on the man. His beast had moved but hadn't stood. This guy was just aching for a fight, wasn't he? Pyry quietly decided to oblige him. If he wanted a fight, he would find he would ask for more than he anticipated. Celebria didn't speak up at his new action mindset. She thought highly of him but even she cared for his safety, they were tied together for the rest of their lives afterall, and Pyry wasn't planning on this being the last day.

Pyry stepped out from the shadows, his hand on the hilt of each sword at his back. They glinted in the sunlight through the canopy but Pyry was focused on the male in front of him. He took in the guy's somewhat feminine face but his eyes were anything but feminine, red almost like his could been. Pyry took up a stance, waiting for the arrogant man in front of him to make his move, not saying a word.

He wouldn't draw his swords until he was sure this fight was on. Until then he kept an eye on the Beast, while also closely examining the man before him. He was a very handsome guy, even with the feminine features, anyone could see he had great features. Pyry moved his hands on the hilt of his sword so that he could better draw one to block on attack.


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[Cyrus Moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.Say what you want, take your shots.You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] IN CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] As the man moved into slightly lighter shadows where Cyrus had been, the King could see him easier now. His amber gaze flicked over the other elf unabashedly, sweeping slowly from head to toe. Taking in the snow white hair and almost violet eyes, to his far taller stature than Cyrus's short 5'11". Cyrus however was never put off by height, the taller they were the more fun it was to make them bow. He smirked lazily at the other elf. One that said he approved, of more than just the weapons and armor of the other elf. "Why hello there, stalking are we? Why don't we introduce ourselves before we get to the nasty bits. I like to know the name of those I oppose, I am Cyrus Moore," he said. He did not give himself the title of king, he rarely did, usually it was his heralds that did that. Now he did not need it, he was merely a fighter going against another elf, both of them were just as likely to kill the other as the other was. He just happened to have the ability to use magic and his scimitars together, at once. He didn't believe fighting was honorable either, so there was no need to hold back when your life was on the line. He didn't bow, didn't trust this elf enough to even bend his back with his eyes up. Not even with Wulf watching the elf's every move. Cyrus may be cocky but he wasn't stupid. His eyes however glimmered with desire, the desire for blood and the rush it brought every time it was spilled. He swiftly drew his other scimitar and took a defensive stance. With the right scimitar in front and the left parallel to his body. He knew he would probably have to take the offensive, but for now until he knew the other elf's name he could take the defensive. As soon as he took the stance, he felt the magic in his mind flood to life, filling his limbs and rushing to the surface. He almost could feel the roots beneath the earth clambering to respond to him. Waves of energy came off of him, making the air around him shimmer. This was all just warming up however. The real magic would come soon, and then his magic could all be focused onto something else. Focused into an act instead of just pure energy. [/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ WORDS: 420 ✗ LYRICS: kick in the teeth{ papa roach } ✗ COMMENTS: So cocky >.< ✗ SONG: My Kinda Party- Jason Aldean ✗ MUSE: AWESOME[/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]

[Pyry Frisken]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true] [atrb=style,background-color: #e1e1e1; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.8; border-top: #998899 solid 5px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 200px; border-radius: 200px 0px 0px 0px;][atrb=width,440,true] WHO ARE YOU THIS TIME? ARE YOU ONE OF US, FLYING BLIND? CAUSE I'M DOWN HERE THROWING STONES WHILE YOU'RE SO FAR FROM HOME. AND IF THERE IS A GOD, I KNOW THEY'RE ON TV, THE SPIES WITH BEDROOM EYES THAT COWER IN OUR SKIES. tags,

[/font] Cyrus!
words,[/font] 614
notes,[/font] x3 Finally got this up!![/div]

❚ Pyry

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Pyry’s lavender eyes didn’t stray from the man and his beast, though when it became apparent that the beast wasn’t going to interfere, he felt his muscles become less tense. Without the beast, his chances had significantly risen. The man was a bit on the short side, something Pyry would have to consider when they finally left this little stalemate. The awkward moment before one person decided to make a move that was the moment when your adrenaline started to kick in. Even now, Pyry could feel it coursing through him, he was ready.

It seemed his opponent was eager and willing for a fight too. Just Pyry’s luck to run into someone who was so eager to get into a heated fight. Maybe it was because Pyry was wearing the armor of an enemy? That could explain it. Pyry wasn’t one to fight simply because it was his job, though more often than not he found himself in a situation where he had to. He always allows the opponent to make their first move, that way he is defending himself rather than simply attack someone else.

When the man’s voice piped up, Pyry’s eyes closed slightly, taking in his words with a carefully blank expression. Celebria decided to comment on his words. Nasty Bits? What is he, a battle sex fiend? Pyry ignored her comment, focusing fully on the name. He knew that name. Moore… Why was that name so familiar? Then recognition shined in his lavender gaze. That was the king’s surname.

His expression, once again, slipped casually blank. He was facing the dark king. It explained why the man was so full of himself. What kind of reaction was he expecting Pyry to have to his name? King or bandit, Pyry didn’t really care for titles, it was his background shining through.

Pyry removed his hand from one of his blades. His stance was still prepared for a fight and it wouldn’t take but a millisecond to return it to the worn hilt. Pyry did a small bow of his head, though his gaze still allowed him to see the dark king’s feet. “Cyrus.” He said it without the title because if he wanted to be addressed as a king, he shouldn’t have left the title out. His voice was as passive as his expression.

“My name is Pyry Frisken, the bastard of the Frisken noble.”

He let the words out as if he had just said “I’m a soldier”. It was mostly to see what the Dark King’s reaction would be to a bastard. He tried to keep his face passive but the corner of his mouth uplifted a bit in a half-smile. He returned his hand to his blade, this time drawing them. He held them casually at his side, not making the effort to spin them like Cyrus had done.

He felt the magic coursing through the air. So this would be a full out battle. He couldn’t hide his disappointment that it wouldn’t be just a swordsmanship duel. He, nevertheless, adjusted himself so that he could easily manipulate the air around them. If the Dark king was a fire user he would soon find out that using fire would be impossible if he created a vacuum. It was hard to keep a fire alive with no air. He wouldn't suck all the air out, that would kill his opponent and, personally, Pyry had no problem with the man standing before him.

He took in a steady breath as his heart picked up in beat, the excitement and adrenaline coursing through him. He kept his gaze on the man before him, waiting for him to make a move.



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[Cyrus Moore]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #0D0D0D; padding: 25px; padding-bottom: 40px!important; text-align: center; border-radius: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 100px, bTable] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k180/HawkfrostA/530203-2.jpg); border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: justify; width: 405px; margin-top: -3px; background-color: #333333; border-left: 10px solid #0A2436;]Feels like a kick in the teeth, I can take it.Throw your stones and you won't see me break it.Say what you want, take your shots.You're setting me free with one more kick in the teeth[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] IN CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] Cyrus grinned. Pyry Frisken, he would remember that name. It was a interesting name so it would be easy enough to remember. But Cyrus didn't react at all to the comment of his opponent being a bastard. If he was proud of that, then so be it, but Cyrus thought he was most likely just trying to get a rise out of the king. As he took a ready stance, Cyrus assessed the situation, the male would be stronger, by Cyrus would be faster. He was smaller, more compact, and without the armor to slow him down. Then as if it were as easy as breathing, Cyrus called upon the roots beneath the earth and they lunged upward through the soil to try and wrap around the legs of his opponent. The king could sense the magic coursing from Pyry. The adrenaline that pumped through his veins was like poison, rippling through his blood like a drug. A vicious smirk curved his lips as he pushed off the ground with the balls of his feet to dart towards the taller elf and take a quick right slice at his gut. Using the left scimitar to guard. The beauty of battle was something Cyrus revered. It wasn't honorable but it was beautiful. When the rhythm was found between the two fighters it was much like a dance. Lunges and parries, cuts and guards; it was all so well planned. Then when a blow landed and blood joined the fray one could not deny the amazing sight of the crimson splashes on the ground and in the air. Wulf watched with almost a bored expression on his face. A huge yawn opened his jaws. But he was in fact quite in tune with what was going on. He was aware of the other Beast waiting in the forest. If it tried to interfere Wulf would put it down. Nothing would harm his Rider in his presence. Cyrus was sure he could take on this elf, and so was Wulf. But only because the other Beast wasn't getting involved. Wulf bristled slightly as the battle began, a slight excitement and uneasiness causing his fur to raise. Cyrus was focusing on his movements, the fluidity of his body and attacks were of someone who had perfected their movements since they were young. No anger was in his attacks, only quick execution. Though he hated light elves, right now he felt no anger against this elf. His eyes danced with Mirth as he said, "I will remember your name well, Pyry."[/style] [STYLE=border-bottom: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 30px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: -1px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; line-height: 11px; text-align: right; width: 403px; margin-top: -16px; padding-right: 12px; text-shadow: #080808 5px 1px 1px;] OUT OF CHARACTER ✗ [/style] [STYLE=border-left: 10px solid #0A2436; color: #EBEBEB; font-size: 9px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; width: 405px; background-color: #333333;] ✗ WORDS:430 ✗ LYRICS: kick in the teeth{ papa roach } ✗ COMMENTS: Getting back in the groove ✗ SONG: N/A ✗ MUSE: GOOD[/style] [STYLE=color: #EBEBEB; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]template by darkee of btn.[/style]