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Warn moderators| Author : | Topic: Blind and Bind | Bottom |
| satious admin Posts : 10  |
Where are you? Why can't I find you? Somehow, in some strange way, he had found himself in this strange country..in this strange place. He could easily stand out like a sore thumb even amoungst the huge amounts of people here. Perhaps, for some odd reason, he wanted to come here, to try and hide in the various crowds of humans. Why? He had nothing to hide from..well, there was that.He had been chased here by some unknown force, ever creeping and breathing down his neck like a twisted desert serpent, slithering and suffocating him with it's rancid breath. As for the topic of standing out, well..heh. He was the strange one..anyone could tell he was foreign and belonged somewhere around arabia or so. If only it was because of his skin color, being more tan then anyone else in this crowd yet, still a bit pale; but it was his eyes and just his body build. He held a sleek, well groomed look to him, his hair trimmed nicely to reach just beyond the middle of his back, brushed and had a nice, silky hazel look to it. His eyes held the same glow to them, a nice soft hazel with hints of a dark brown, swirling together to make one wonderous sight. He wasn't too big or bulky, but held just enough muscel to make it fit his look. As for what he wore, it was the best he could gather together in a short amount of time. A faded, black shirt with long sleeves that held black and white stripes going down them; fitting loosely around his shoulders. As for pants, a nice pair of black and red trips, the chains, obviously removed. And to top of his unique apperance, a black tie hung loosely around his neck, the reason for it unclear, but it was there. Eventhough he was alert, he still was able to keep his wonderous eyes on the stage where a man was playing his guitar perfectly. He was atracted to music so easily that some people would consider it a flaw. He always listened to some sort of song, whether it was playing on the radio or if he just had to sneak into a concert or even drop in on others singig..and then leave quickly if they had such poor singing voices. Music was an important part in his life..the other thing of importance was a sercret..sort of. By now he had completly let his guard down, too pulled in to even notice anything else around him..even the horrid stench of human arm pits. Hazel eyes fixed on the stage as the show went on, shutting out all possible complaints and screams from whomever stood next to him. This was one mistake that he would soon regret. As he stood there, listening to the wonderous sounds comming from the stage, the thing that chased him in here in the first place came crawling, sneaking up from the side. How this thing got in here, no one knows, but, it was in and after him. The thing crawled upon the ground and was large, like a large dog..only it was so thin and dead looking that many would say it was one of those..viruses..yet, that could only be further from the truth. It was a Jackel, a beast created in Egypt to hunt down criminals and "dispose" of them. It held long, pointed ears and a slender, snarling snout. Beady, yellow eyes seemed to sink into the skull and its long limbs that carried it across the ground poped and creaked as it made its way to the man that stood, listening; a long, whiplike tail thrashing out on random humans. It snarled and picked up speed as it closed distance with it's target, attracting alot of attention in the crowd. |
| Ruulion Posts : 8  |
A trill sound. Is it my heart I hear? His eyes did but blink once upwards, glancing; only glancing. A skip of his heart and his head went numb. ”Do you remember, Zen? Do you? The taste of flesh upon your claws – the way that felt like a drug even more intoxicating than the retched music you hold so dear to you?” The music cut, his fingers seeming to almost cry out in agony as he halted their waltz. The crowd roared in complaint, boo’s echoing from every corner of the sea of them. However, their anger was quickly abated by the overwhelming emotion that was fear, their attention faltering from the stage to the oozing, putrid monster emerging from nothing and shattering their very definition of ‘reality.’ “Run!” He screamed, his melodic voice wavering with doubt and certainty at the same time. At his command, chaos ensued. There was no way to prevent it or control it – humans panicked at the thought, just the thought, of something, anything they couldn’t comprehend or control. That was what made him so different from them, so desperately in need of…something. What that component happened to be…well, he’d just have to find that out, wouldn’t he? Without even thinking, the figure doubled over, clutching at his stomach as if he were about to vomit. His insides cringed, twisting into knots to form a web of agony inside of him. Bright emerald eyes went wide, staring with an insane gleam within the iris as a crack emitted, unheard and unseen, from his spine. A scream escaped him, but only two creatures would be able to hear this finely tuned sound, piercing the skies in a single stroke. His body build was perfect, in every way, for what his lifestyle had become. Every muscle was finely tuned to a registered schedule of fitness, rippling like water as he flexed upwards in one fluid, graceful motion. He became taller, perhaps, and much more slender, if that was even possible. The muscles in his back thrashed mercilessly beneath the flesh to accommodate the bone that was now ruthlessly pushing through his back, rending the small layer of protection like a knife through paper. They burst forth from his body like fish out of water, skin seeming to fold effortlessly over layers of boiling muscle, blood spraying to stage. No one would notice. With one last whimper and no time to spare, the figure flaunted his frail new wings, with one stroke sending himself into the air effortlessly. He’d left his guitar behind – knowing he would, perhaps, regret this action in the future. Almost recklessly, but with an air of destination, the serpent-like figure flung himself across the gap of panicking human beings, his wings pumping from elbow to wrist radius as the scooped up the air like ladles. His body tightened, although not much could be done to prepare yourself for impact, in mid-air, with another creature. He didn’t even know if he’d be able to keep his normal self-control, let alone keep everyone around safe. With one strained hiss, the figure hurled into the sick, otherworldly creature. When their bodies collided, the impact knocking the breath out of him, he automatically jerked his talons into any reachable flesh, latching on like a leech. The forefingers of his right hand hooked up into the nostrils of the Jackal’s jaw, readying for any counter blow he might receive, all while his bright emerald eyes led one free leg – the other planted firmly in the bests chest – around to attempt and land a blow to it’s large, fat, and ugly skull. “DIE!” He screeched. |
| satious admin Posts : 10 |
I keep calling..but you won't answere.. Glowing hazel eyes blinked soundly, forcing himself from his trance when the music had suddenly stopped. Ears, fox-like ears, suddenly appeared from beneath his hair, up and alert as he noticed, finally, the creature that has been hunting him, crawling upon the ground and daring to bring him down. His eyes desperatly searched for an opening to get away..just one opening..yet none came into view. He wasn't the fighter..he had picked up some pointers back home, but, knew nothing of how to fight these..creatures. The sudden word that reached his ears didn't help to ease his suituation. Humans were running everywhere, slamming into him and knocking him to the ground. Growling, his eyes were locked on the creature that was ever gaining on him..and soon, the man's instinct took control. He ended up turning tail and run, taking to his true form, a small, lightbrown kit fox as he ran amoungst the crowds, dodging humans left and right, stopping only to look back as the man he saw on stage collided with the creature. He whinned, his attention turning towards the stage where multiple humans where climbing up to try and escape. Bounding over to the stage, he was able to jump onto the stage in one, amazing leap for any small creature to make. Pushing past the humans, he made a desperate run for the guitar left behind by the man and pushed it back, out of harms way. Instantly after, he took on his hybrid form, picking up the discarded intrument and keeping a firm grip on it as he stayed out of harms way, eyes still fixed on the battle scene that was unfolding. The creature screamed as a man's body collided with it's, drool oozing from its jaws as it snarled, paws flailing out to sink long, hooked claws into this mans flesh. It grunted and squealed, tail whipping around, trying to free itself. Its eyes glowed, ears flattening against it's neck, 'you are not my target...I will not spill stranger blood' It knew. It knew that this man was not the man it was sent out to kill. It regonized the scent of it's target and this man...had not one trace of the targets scent. 'kill me if you must..' |
| Ruulion Posts : 8 |
That music…is it you, my beloved? He screamed. Be it from physical pain or his own mental agony, he didn’t know. The high pitched squeal pierced the skies with such a ferocity that glass shattered in windows all around and above, raining down upon the panicking, unsuspecting crowd. The beast’s talons latched onto his flesh and consequently sent waves of boisterous flames into every inch of his shuddering countenance. Pain was only there momentarily before it was washed away by the drowsy silence of shock. He could hear voices, but they were not coming from the crowd. In fact, they were coming from somewhere deeper…deeper inside of him. A chorus of voices, rising up with the trill of his own vocals, his mind slamming shut to all external communications. Nothing could pull him back into reality now – no, nothing. Not even… No! You mustn’t be a coward! Don’t succumb to the darkness so easily…! The figure’s entire body rippled with motion, his muscles flexing in one gorgeous, graceful motion. He did not heed the beast’s calls – for he could not. Of course, he wouldn’t, either. No, certainly not when someone else’s life was at risk, let alone an entire crowd. The fox that he had seen, however, was an entirely different matter. Something about him…something… “I won’t let you have him!” He roared above the screams of the panicking sacks of flesh and bone. What was he saying? Without even a seconds’ hesitation, the winged figure swung his left leg out from underneath him, using the grip of his right hand to propel himself through the air with the aide of his thrashing wings. Together they would look like they were in an exotic dance – like a snake coiling around its prey and lashing out with all of its strength – aching to survive. Regardless of if he hit home or not, the hybrid planted his opposite foot firmly down on the ground below their stomping feet, a tail becoming visible as if made from air. Long and serpent-like, with a nasty blade at the end, the thick limb thrashed up towards the Jackel’s torso, thirsting to rend the flesh. What was he doing? This wasn’t his fight. What was he saying…? “You’ll have to kill me to get to him!” |
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