Kade Gibney (feral_at_heart) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-03-28 13:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, ribbon, wild child |
Anything for a high
Who: Ribbon, Wild Child, Mastermind eventually
When: Saturday, 9PM
Where: Obstacle Arena
What: Wild Child takes on Ribbon in her comeback fight
Warnings: Wearing and violence
Wild Child frowned faintly at the soft creak the new leather encasing his body, it would certainly not do for stealth, at least not until he broke it in more. This fight was not about stealth, it was not about strength, it was not about killing or winning. It was simply about living. Surviving long enough to say he had lived through an encounter with Fischer's Little Monster. He rolled his shoulders, leather creaking again as the various belts, studs and spikes on his new uniform caught the stadium lights. It was flashy, over the top, and just what Revolve would like. A part of Kyle would rather be fighting in baggy jeans and a torn up T-shirt, but this would catch attention, and did far more to show the strong curves of his lean muscles.
Bare feet scraped over the familiar concrete floor of the Obstacle Arena. His favorite pit of death. He tossed his head, blonde hair pulled lightly at the wind and standing in a sharp contrast to the black leather covering most of his form. Cat slitted eyes moved over the various obstacles, then to the crowd. He wondered how much money had been wagered against him today. How many people had wagered thousands of dollars that he would not live to see the outside of the arena again? The thought was entirely disgusting, which only made the thrill of proving them wrong more intoxicating. He squinted to the opposite side of the pit, looking for that spider-like mass of black that everyone on Revolve so feared, nostrils flaring as he sought her scent. Was she there yet?
Kyle found himself eerily calm, determination and survival giving him a clear head and slow breathing. Normally he stepped into the arena with a rush, an anticipation of the scent and the sweet, coppery flavor of blood, the thrill of a body breaking beneath his attacks, of flesh and bone giving beneath his claws, the love of which he kept entirely to himself, his most closely guarded secret. It was too terrible a love to admit to, Gibney feared the monster that those desires could drive him to become... that they had once driven him to be. None of that clouded his mind tonight. There would be no blood tonight save his own, nothing save pain awaited him in the arena. Drawing in a deep, slow breath, the blonde feral lifted his chin and strode slowly froward, actively seeking his opponent, his torture, his possible death. A dark thrill coursed through him and pulled the corners of his lips up and apart just enough to show his fangs as he went seeking a fight he knew he could not win.