A Tiger against a Demon

[Zadora]

Thread Title: A Tiger against a Demon
Participants: Astaroth vs Zadora
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Out in the wilderness of Soul Society in a grassland area with tall grass reaching several feet high and nothing else as far as the eye can see.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Zadora is out hunting looking for food to bring back for her friends and her to eat later when some strange portal opens and out comes something even more fearsome than what she has dealt with in the past.

[Zadora]

Zadora moved threw the grass that was proving to be somewhat problem with her. The grass came up to just about her waist. But she could see what most prey wont be able to.It was a nice day, the sky was bright blue with very little cloud. Her tail moving the grass made her turn and look behind her startled for the moment before realizing that the movement was her tail. She stated at the moving appendage of hers before going back to the task at hand.

Getting food for her two friends and herself was more important than getting used to her tail.She keep her head forwards looking for any movement that she could assume was another animal or see an animal. It didn't take her long to see the tips of horns that she could guess was deep. It moved in the grass a few meters from where she was standing, with others judging by the grass near the horned buck. Slowly closing the distance between her and the deer.

The grass made her fur feel weird as it brushed up against her body.She could feel the heat on the mid day sun on her black and white stripped body. Move dark furred animal much like herself would be out in the shade. But with the sight of cook before her made her keep her train of thought of getting food. Her round ears perking upon her head listening to the near by clicking of the hooves of the herd of deer.

[Astaroth]

Astaroth stepped through the grasslands of the Soul Society. He was here by the behest of one of the more Powerful Akki that had recently broken out of hell. The Akki Sent him to the soul society, with the simple instruction "Wade through the wilds and Kill. Cause Mayhem.. Hason like you are good at one thing.. Not being found.. So go Hason, Be a coward, kill without revealing yourself.. But more importantly. Kill" . The words rang through his Bone and ash body like a Bell ringing in a temple, he did not have to be told to kill He simply knew how, He knew how to kill and he was GOING to kill. Especially here in the Soul - Society.

These grasslands he felt like he should know, He felt like his life as a Shinigami had brought him here before But his rage and hatred for the area he was in warded him off from feeling nostalgic. He instead recalled how it felt, the warring bodies crashing against him ash released his old Zanpakuto, the only good memory he had of it. The carnage was sweet and visceral, the power was intoxicating.. And hecould smell that power here, the rage inducing storm of Rasen naga wafted through the Wilderness here.. He stopped and Made his First mistake, well Maybe mistake.. He Drew his hand out over to the Scabbard on his right and drew out in a swooping motion calling forth steel and bone ash from the scabbard.

He repeats this motion before joining his hands before himself, the ash coalescing and forming into his Massive blade of war. A 14 Foot long Nodachi, meant for killing. As he swung the blade the sound it made was intense, sweeping through the air and cutting it as well as paper. He hefted the blade up into one hand and rested the flat against his shoulder as he ruffled his bone like sine hair creating a ghastly rattling sound that carried for much longer than it should have. He kept his blade resting against his shoulder as he began to walk once again, the Heavy stone-like footfalls creating noise now as they fell letting the whole area know that something sinister was near.

Astaroth smirked inwardly, his mask hiding his true face. He was going to attract something.. Be that a Hollow or be that a shinigami did not matter to him, he was immortal, He was Astaroth! He continues his steps forward, Walking passed wildlife and lesser being, Swinging his Blade lazily every so often to create that horrid air cutting sound, rattling his Bone spine hair to create a presence or alert those he was approaching to their impending demise. He exuded a dark aura, something that would make the skin of most people crawl and for those of truly good heart maybe even feel chilled to the bone.

As he walked through the Wilds of the Rukongai he stopped and gazed out on a clearing of tall grass, Well.. Tall for most people to Astaroth is was barely knee high. Being a 12 foot tall Hell beast had it's perks afterall. His sight however was not that keen, Being hidden behind a mask he was limited in a certain respect to how far he could physically make out details but he did see grass moving. He began hacking through the grass, like a scythe to wheat cutting the grass before him in a wide Arc down to a more comfortable height not caring for whatever he might also slice cleanly in half on his way forward.

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Strength - [50] Points - 125
Speed - [50] Points - 25
Spiritual Pressure - [50] Points - 25
Reiatsu Strength - [10] Points - 5
Dark Aura - [100] Points
Light Aura - [0] Points
Instinct - [50] Points - 50
Senses - [70] Points - 35
Energy sensory - [0] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Training Tier - 280 SP


Skills

[1] Pain Tolerance - Free

[1] Bleeding Resistance

[1] Heat resistance

[1] Weapons: Swords


Spent 125 to make 2 handed sword

Reiatsu - 125/250

[Zadora]

Her ears twitched hearing heavy foot steps. The sound made her prey listen for the moment before taking off. Lifting her body up watching the horns move away from the grassy area to get away from what ever was coming near. She listened to the heavy foot steps and the slicing of the grass as it was being cut. Her fur bristled in anger. Who ever was approached had her prey run away. What was to get for her friends now?

She turned her head to watch a massive figure slicing away at the grass. The person far larger than herself and all the people she had seen. She felt a growl rumble in her throat with irritation. This person had made her prey run off. Trying to keep her fur relaxed but it was hard. She was irritated and hot do to the blazing sun. "What do you think your doing?" She snapped towards the males direction.

It was hard for her to keep quiet. She needed to voice her irritation to the cause of it. Liquid gold colored orbs narrowed as she watched the male. Another growl vibrated in her throat. Her tail flicking around rapidly behind her in shape flicks and turns. Still not used to the long appendage that had its own way of showing her annoyance as it flicked rapidly behind her in quick jerky thrashes behind her.

[Astaroth]

Astaroth looks around after hearing the Voice of the Young beast clan. He turns away from the Beast clans fuzzy figure and looks out after the Deer that had run off. He Then Does something that would more than likely Freak out anyone in the area who witnessed it. He takes his Two handed blade, holds it back handed and impales himself through the stomach with it. When he draws it back out of his body the hole does not bleed, instead it smokes and drains small bits of ash onto the ground behind himself. The Blade is likewise also smoking now.. Smoking and coated black. He looks now back to the young looking Beast clan with the swishing tail.

I am doing as I please.. Fur-ling.." His voice is like grating stone vibrating through an old dirt hole. "I am Astaroth. And it does not matter what your name is, for no one will remember it!" He Jumps forward, Traveling rather slowly, though he is a stone giant so that is to be expected. He is an intimidating figure, but he is all Brawn, no brain or tactic. He Starts swinging wildly for Zadora, But his swings move sluggishly through the air, the only way one of these willl and is if his Dark aura is intimidating enough to startle her for a split second long enough to slow her down. His Blade is deadly large and his muscles are propelling it with enough force to fell a tree in one swipe.



(OOC: -  Sorry for the Slow reply and short one. Astaroth doesnt have a whole lot to work with at this class.)

[Zadora]

Zadora watched the giant man turn away from her. As she was about to go for another approach before she watched in bewilderment. Watching as the giant impale himself with his own sword. She furrowed her brows taking a step away from him. His actions confused her and what confused her more was fact that he wasn't bleeding. She watched the wound he just created on himself began to smoke and bits of ash seep from it.

She listened to him blinking. Feeling slightly insulted by the name of Fur-ling and that he didn't need her name after he announced himself. She watched as he jump forward towards as she took several steps back. Blinking in surprise at how slow the male was. It took her a bit to shake of her surprise as she felt blade slice into the muscle of her forearm. She yelped at the stinging pain in the cut he had just infected on her.

She turned her head to the side looking to the cut on her forearm watching as the red liquid of her blood seep out of the cut staining the white parts of her stripped fur. A deep growl rumbled in her throat as she wiped her head towards his direction, still growling under her breath. Her eyes narrowing as she flexing her paws, claws unsheathing. Moving quickly towards him, swiping her sharp claws at him intending on cutting him.

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Strength: 50
Speed: 250 (375)
Spiritual Pressure: 50
Reiatsu Strength: 50 (35)
Light Aura: 50
Dark Aura: 50
Instincts: 50
Senses: 50
Energy Sensory: 0
Healing Expertise: 0

Skills

Street Fighting: 1
Strength of Will: 1
Pain Tolerance: 1

[Zeich Yajuu]

Zadora - 9 x 10 = 90 TP
Astaroth - 7 x 10 = 70 TP