video; un: deathweaver

[respired]

[ Koltira's somewhere near the Edrathe Ruins, standing beside a smoldering fire. His runeblade glistens with fresh blood, its runes pulsing as they slowly drink. Shadows obscure the corpses around the fire, though they seem to be monsters or other wildlife for the most part--deer, wolves, bears, and a few of the more exotic species, too. There's the occasional sound of bones cracking, flesh tearing, like something nearby is eating.

Koltira stares forward, his expression inscrutable, his cheeks smeared dark red. It's been a long night, but he's not satisfied. He's never satisfied. ]

The beasts of this realm do not sate me. They die too quickly.

[ He brandishes the gore-caked sword, raising it in challenge. ]

And the fighting dens are too restrictive.

[ His head throbs. His sense of self--never strong in the first place--feels like a loose floorboard. He's been stumbling through the past few weeks. The past few months, even. Ever since the riots. He scowls, baring vampiric teeth. ]

It's not enough. I need a true battle. One without limits, fought against the living. Fought against someone who can scream.

[ Unholy magic, sickly green in color, swirls around his body, limns his tall frame. ]

I stay in the ruins. If you can offer me a real fight, then come find me.

[ His grip tightens on Byfrost's hilt. He lowers the runeblade as his long ears flick back against either side of his head. His guttural voice cracks slightly. ]

Please.

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video | un: sparkler

[flashystyle]

Can't you just have a drink like the rest of us? Honestly.

[In the face of such a dramatic message, Dorian looks rather unimpressed. Actively annoyed, actually.]

Surely you haven't slain one of every creature on this continent. You need to get out of those ruins more if you think human bloodshed is the answer.

[respired]

Would that I could.

[ It takes him like a full day to get even a little drunk.

He grinds his jaw. ]

I do not think it; I know it.

[flashystyle]

Oh? How interesting. Let's see how that changes how ridiculous your conclusion is by comparison. I know the sky is blue, and I like the sky, so obviously I should fling myself headlong into it to achieve euphoria.

[He rolls his eyes.]

For curiosity's sake, how well do you think inviting someone to come scream in ruins no one can hear them will go?

[respired]

I do not like battle. I simply need it.

[ Does he look like the kind of elf who thinks things through!!

His licks his canines. ]

If nothing comes of it, nothing comes of it. The consequences will be what they are.

[flashystyle]

Yes, well, I need a vintage from home to sate my unquenchable desire to get truly hammered, but that doesn't mean I'm going to put myself in harm's way for it.

[Judging by the look Dorian's giving him, he doesn't strike him as the kind of elf that thinks at all.]

And what, pray tell, do you imagine those consequences are? A light scolding? A slap on the wrist?

[respired]

[ Plainly: ]

I will slip into madness.

[flashystyle]

[A beat.]

I—Hm.

[Another beat. A third. For all his talk, he's not sure how to respond to that.]

More mad than you already are? An impressive feat. Why?

[respired]

[ Koltira never tries to hide what he is; never tries to deny it. Partly because he can't--at least, it certainly wasn't possible in Azeroth. But even if he could ... it's not honorable. ]

Because I'm a death knight, and this is the curse laid upon our flesh! A blood price must be paid.

text; @unchained

[hedonistic]

soooo i'm guessing this is the "strangling and begging" kind of fight huh

[Kagari tends to stick to text on the network, so it's not entirely obvious who he is, but. The comment is probably a fairly decent clue.]

[respired]

[ Koltira hates text!! And he's too distracted by his nerve pain to make any sort of deductions; he's strangled more than one person since arriving here. ]

Yes.

[hedonistic]

[And because he's nosy, he looked around at the other comments, and. welp.]

so wait, if you don't occasionally strangle people a little from time to time you snap and go on an unstoppable strangling rampage?

damn, that's a mess

[He's not nearly selfless enough to offer, though. There's a few of that type around here who probably will, he thinks. He's pretty sure if Akane was awake, she'd be one of them. He's glad, for once, that she isn't.]

maybe the natha could do something
they're basically gods, right?

[Audio] un: kale

[kaleorbekaled]

Is it a challenging fight that you need, or do you need to kill?

[Because there's a very big difference and she wants to clarify.]

text; un: spanglethesestars

[ukase]

Dude, you need therapy and possibly medication.

[If he didn't think he'd be taken to literal pieces - while fun probably not his best plan - he would have challenged. However, he was a normal human.]

I think you need to get a hobby. Have you thought of bird watching? Finger painting?

video; id: RK

[insist]

Interesting. I know of fight-hungry idiots, but I've never seen someone beg for a fight so desperately.

[ It's almost like his life depends on it. Rohan has no fighting skills to offer, but he keeps talking anyway, eager to get to the bottom of this. This is definitely piquing his curiosity hard. ]

What's going on with you? Tell me.

video | un: TeaOnRice

[gekkajuu]

[Honestly? That request is nothing but disturbing, and Atsushi is ready to jump in and preach some morals.

But then there is that "please".]

... Why do you need to fight?

video; un: pholia

[baguablade]

[ With nothing but concern: ]

Has it become that dire?

[respired]

[ His ears twitch. He supposes that's one way to put it. ]

I would not call them such. Not that it would matter, even if I did. Gods are not all-powerful.

[respired]

[ He exhales frost--an expression of frustration, not necessity. The sound is jagged and halting, like wind over broken glass. ]

I would not kill you. I have my faculties--for now.

[respired]

I do not.

[ Ain't no pill for what he's got. ]

Don't be ridiculous.

[ukase]

Hobbies aren't ridiculous. They are fundamental applications of attention.

How about pole-dancing? I hear that is a great mix of strength, dexterity and grace.

video; un: mantis

[uglybug]

[She looks hesitant, worrying her lip for a short moment before she speaks.]

I cannot fight you. [Get that right out of the way first. She's not looking for a fight of any sort.] I am an empath. I can usually calm someone who is agitated, or give a sense of peace and contentment for a short while. It is only temporary, but maybe it can help until you find, uhm, someone who can help you.

[respired]

[ Koltira's not an excellent reader of tone even with the advantage of nonverbal communication. With text, he's helpless--and, given the static crackling between his ears, needlessly hostile, besides. ]

Do you mock me?

[ukase]

Nope. I'm offering non-violent, non-screaming alternatives to your plight.

Nice BBQ by the way. Reminds me of Texas.

[respired]

I carve wood, and work with metal. But such things are not enough.

[ He pauses, because he only grasps about fifty percent of the rest of Brock's response. ]

I don't know of any Texas, but I would hope their meats are not plague-tainted.

[ukase]

So, you work with your hands a lot? Why aren't they enough?

Well, it's Texas, so plague-ridden depends on your definition.