Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 10, 2007 14:40:16 GMT -5
Illya raised one eyebrow, but did not grace Kros with an answer. Why bother? He just might be lucky enough to watch Illya fight one day...
But until then, he would not go around flaunting his powers like some did, giving the enemy time to find a weakness. The Russian teenager chuckled slightly, tone humorless as he pat Kajar on the head one final time and brought his gloved hand back down to his side.
Post by Maria Thastria on Feb 11, 2007 10:59:22 GMT -5
Maria grinned when Kros objected to her words about resisting her. She knew that Kairi had choosen the Pure alliance. And she knew that Kros still loved Kairi. But, she also noticed that Kros hadnt tried to push Maria away. She still kept her body clsoe to his, tempting him more.
She turned her attention to Illya. He had a strong power, and he would be hard to beat in battle. For someone on the Alliance of the Pure. Moveing sourly away, she stood in her own corner, eyes glowing darkly.
If Kairi does go to the Pure side, what will you do Kros? Protect her, or continue your demonic ways? She is to careing to become Demonic, and we both know that. Smileing, Maria let her leafy wings drop to the ground, and then stood straight. Kros still had a soft spot in her heart. Afterall, he was her first love. Still, he loved someone new. And she didnt care. One day, she would find someone as evil as her.
Illya, we should begin to get ready now. If we could get the rest of the Demonic to show themselves, then we could attack the Pure in a matter of weeks. You will find no better fighters though, than Kros and I. We're feircesome apart, but together, we are killers.
Alligance of Demonic. Choosen, because of all the lose in her life. Her anger gets the best of her, and she is a formidable foe. Her powers have now escalated to a great amount. No longer does she just have earth powers, but she has them kicked up, to Demonic powers.
Kros let out a grunt as Maria spoke, his spike coming up so his head could rest upon it.
"You may be suprised Mariea... Did you expect me to become part of the Demonic? And if Kairi beocmes one of us, what will you do? A very interesting war indeed..."
He asked, tilting his head slightly to look at Maria. Sure, he wasn't bad looking before the Demonic, but now he was stunning. He didn't look so scrawny anymore, and also had a better look in his eyes, one that exerted power. He was infact curious of what Maria would do if Kairi became Demonic. He assumed Catfights.
"Yes, we are the two strongest of the fighters. With good reason to."
Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 11, 2007 19:02:46 GMT -5
The teen listened and ran an hand through spiked hair, his blue eyes watching and taking in the moments of the two. He cared not of their relationship or what happened to them before, but it better not interfere with their takeover.
"Ere is what ve'll do zen. Find all our allies and ve'll meet in the mountains zen a week's time." He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his head to one side, a slight smirk playing over his face. "Any objections?" Kajar got to her feet and stretched, sensing that he was ready to leave.
Kros let out a little giggle as Kairi placed a kiss on his lips, his grey-cracked cheeks turning red, and a happy smile, instead of an evil one, gracing his face. Mmmhmmhmm, Kros was in his happy place more than ever now. He looked over at Maria, who'd been moved slightly out of the way, and not pretty much right on hs side, saying
"As I said before Mariea, looks can be decieving..."
He replied, smirking and giving Kairi and kiss on the cheek. Almost as an afterthought, he turned her towards Illya, saying
"before I forget... Kairi, this is the Hard-ass who's going to try and lead us."
Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 11, 2007 20:53:55 GMT -5
b]"Illya, m'dear."[/b] The brunnet said, correcting Kros. Only the slight narrowing of his eyes betrayed any fact that he felt insulted by the other's comment. He looked at each one of them for a moment. Four of them, that would not do if they wanted to win a war, even if they where strong.
The teen turned away from them all and walked into the darkness of the forest, his griffin in toe. "I vill see you en a week..."