Sightles

When the Flames Die

As flesh tore from bone, Taggerung knew what decision she had made. The hooks retracted back into the hilt, and the considerable amount of flesh on the hooks fell to the ground. Taggerung snapped his jaw shut, with a thunderous crack. Taggerung's eyes remained on his mark, as she charged forward with a renewed speed. Taggerung gripped the sword lodged in his gut, the hooks now attaching to his hand. With a mighty pull, he started to yank the sword out, but not before Celeste was able to get her strike off. The sword clipped Taggerung's eye, hacking off a piece of it. Without hesitation, Taggerung finished yanking the sword out of his gut, performing a horizontal strike across the charging Celeste's chest, the moment her sword had cut his eye through. The other eye remained affixed on it's target.

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Taggerung remained still, almost wanting the stab to hit, it seemed. The blade pierced straight through the gut, missing Taggerung's spine as it pierced all the way through. The end of the blade was coated in a purplish liquid, steaming exuding from the ooze of the blade. For a shadow of a second, it almost appeared as if a smirk came across Taggerung's slightly agape mouth. Taggerung gripped the blade with both hands, the sound of ripping fabric could be heard, the blade digging into the flesh of the hand. Once more, a sickening popping sound could be heard. Taggerung's jaw once more unhinged, reaching it's full length. Time seemed to slow down as the mouth in front of Celeste opened, revealing the abyss of the creatures mouth. A horrid smell exuded from the hole. A smell of rotted corpses. Taggerung snapped forward and down at Celeste's head. Blade or not, Taggerung had more than enough room to engulf the some of the top half of Celeste. The rows of sword-like teeth gleamed, mere inches from Celeste's flesh.

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The curved blade dug into Taggerung's flesh, striking bone easily, and showering the two of them with sparks. As Celeste put distance between the two of them, he watched idly, slightly hunched as he did so. Taggerung watched, both eyes on Celeste, as she flicked the blood from the blade towards Taggerung. The blood speckled Taggerung's face, landing in several areas. Taggerung seemed to be unphased, and kept his locked stare on Celeste. As Celeste charged forward, becoming a proverbial tornado, Taggerung backed up with each dodge, every slash and stab missing their mark. It was impressive to see, as Taggerung's motions became waterlike in their ability to dodge the incoming strikes. Before Celeste finished her volley of strikes, Taggerung dodged one last blade, stopping his backward motion, and ducking inside towards Celeste, a hand shooting up towards the side of her chin, in a clawed punch. The punch wouldn't rip out flesh, but it'd definitely dig into the flesh of the chin if it struck. It appeared to be more of a simple punch, than anything.

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Taggerung could feel the warm blood of a human on his hand, as Celeste completed her backflip. Both eyes almost instantly darted down to the now bloodstained claw, seemingly taking in the sight. Distracted, he only caught the blur of the white cloth as Celeste jumped over his head. The blade easily pierced the paper thing flesh of Taggerung, but once more, the blade struck bone. Sparks once more flew from the clash, deflecting Celeste's blade to the side. Taggerung spun around quickly. Mid-turn, Taggerung shot his foot towards Celeste's knee, while his hand plunged forward for her throat. It was obvious by the motion that he was not attempting to grab for her throat, but attempting to simply wrap his pale fingers around her neck.

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As Celeste grabbed Taggerung's longsword, two inch long fishing hooks sprung from the hilt, embedding themselves into Celeste's flesh. Four hooked each finger, the hook snugly fitting itself around the bone. Two hooks hooked into the thumb, the upper and lower bone. Finally, two hooks dug into either side of her palm. Taggerung watched as Celeste gripped the sword, knowing now would be the best time to strike once more, despite the third party now involved in the fight. Taggerung crouched his body, in the same vain that a spring is wound tight. With an immense push of his legs, he launched himself into the air, high above even the trees. The force behind the kick-off had broken the wooden branch, sending the branch crashing to the ground. Nearly 35 feet in the air now, Taggerung positioned himself almost directly above Celeste, both eyes now on the woman. Taggerung hurtled towards the ground, mouth slightly agape, and claws out in front of him. Taggerung brought both claws down in front of him, attempting to bring them down Celeste's chest, starting at the bottom of the throat. Taggerung made sure to land at least a foot away from the woman, as landing directly on top of her would not be beneficial for either party.

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The child kept it's innocent smile, switching his attention between Gareth, and Sophia. As Sophia asked her question, the kid almost giggled as he prepared his answer, "They're all part of the quilt now." The child replied, his cheerfulness and grin betraying the statements sinister nature. Mentha snapped his head towards Gareth as he asked his question, "Just a rose." He replied, his grin slowly twisting into a more sinister smile. Mentha's head then traveled back to Sophia, the sinister smile growing wider and wider, "Come! I'll show you where Jezin is! You can meet my parents, too!"

Semi Non-Canon Wolf Among Us/Fables RP [OPEN]

Grendel pushed open the door to the Trip Trap, entering the familiar establishment in stride. Once inside, he was surprised to see that the Trip Trap was actually filled with a decent amount of patrons. Boogie was here, but Grendel didn't particularly know the others here. Despite this, Grendel took his end seat, away from the rest of the patrons, silently, "Holly, whiskey." Grendel said, being curt, but also trying to sound somewhat polite, for Holly's sake. Grendel took his seat, and placed his elbows up on the bar, looking around the bar for a second, taking in it's patrons once last time, before returning his gaze back down to the bar.

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Saarebas said
Great and Sightless I hope you don't mind but I was kind of hoping that Boogie would be one of the Trip Trap's regulars so would it be okay if Grendel and Boogie are close, like how Holly Grendel and Woody are closeEDIT: Nice choice, little girl Fables always seemed the creepiest to me. XD

Yeah, that sounds good! I can get behind that.

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Awesome! I'll finish up the bio here soon.

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Name: Grendel

Nickname: Gren

Race: Monster

Gender: Male

Glamor:

Glamour

No Glamor:

No Glamour

Personality: Grendel is arrogant, disregarding and very apathetic. He tends to keep to himself quietly, and is shown to be an alcoholic. He also becomes violent when provoked. However, Grendel (even though he turns violent in aggression at times) is fiercely loyal to his friends

Fable: Grendel and his mother are described as descendants of the Biblical Cain. Beowulf leaves the Geats in order to find and destroy Grendel, who has been attacking the mead-hall of Herot, killing and eating anyone he finds there. Grendel attacks the hall after having been disturbed by the noise of the drunken revellers. One cryptic scene in which Grendel sits in the abandoned hall unable to approach the throne hints that his motives may be greed or revenge. After a long battle, Beowulf mortally wounds Grendel by ripping his arm off.