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Post by Enter The Night on Sept 12, 2012 20:59:25 GMT -5
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Shush. What was that? Bottomless pits of ebony depths glinted maliciously in the ominous night as a dingy brute scampered erratically over the province. Muscles convulsed in a spasm and his moment’s were rather abrupt and unpredictable as he whirled his broad skull around in a half circle. Eyelids twitched shut, concealing the profound orbs before flickering open again, gazing along hastily. Shush. His lanky physique froze and cartilage mounds swirled along rapidly, searching for the source of the nose. Wait. Offering a maddened glimpse downward he realized it was his own durable pads scraping against the terrain. A deranged cackle erupted from his crimson stained lips, shattering the silence of the night. Scrambling onward in a random direction, the elongated appendages of the repulsive wolf jerked in uneven motions, covering the broad expanse quickly. Fur, which had once been an immaculate alabaster hue, was now stained a putrid flaxen tint. Dried, crusty patches of blood contaminated his fur, along with strips of ragged flesh and what appeared to be decomposing entrails, which had been draped along his neck and spine like some sort of necklace. His muscled haunches were furless and had mange crawling up the sides, which periodically oozed pus and blood. The skin along his forearms were severely scarred due to him gnawing at the flesh on impulse, giving him a rather gruesome appearance. Along his shoulders were also missing thick patches of fur from him spontaneously ripping it out so fulfill his desires.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
A rancid, decomposing stench secreted from his matted pelt, causing anyone within a two mile radius to retch. The odor contaminated the atmosphere and frequently caused others to believe it was a carcass, which led to hungry creatures coming to investigate. Which usually ended in their death. Powerful jaws unhinged before snapping back in place with a menacing clap as the brute thrashed his skull to and fro, snarling at an invisible opponent. Throwing himself foreword he began to trample the terrain with a high speed, his crazed irises darted along the province until he was charging blindly into a dense forest. Saliva bubbled down his chin and was snatched away by the air current as he charged along the woodland, frightening a large quantity of creatures. Barreling through a particularly large thicket, he groaned in pain and pleasure, feeling the sharp sticks jab at his flesh. His paws took him in an unplanned route however slapped violently at the earth as he approached a perennial tree. Without changing direction, he merely pivoted his build and threw his shoulder forward as the inviting trunk came closer and closer. Dust arose as his coarse pads and blunt claws tore at the earth, but he couldn’t change directions, the ground was opening up.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Sinister tendrils projected from the gaping earth and twirled along his elongated appendages, intertwining in webs and forcing him towards the trunk. It was coming too fast. He couldn’t stop. Jaws gaped and ivories clench together as he awaited the impact. Nothing. It stopped. Wait no. He was on the ground at this point, his shoulder throbbing a pleasurable pain, whilst blood trailed from his jaws. Raspy, audible breaths wheezed from his deflated lungs and he gazes around frantically, his tongue lolling lifelessly from his unhinged jaws. He was resting o his abdomen, no trees where in sight. What happened? Where was he? To anyone watching, the schizophrenic maniac had ran in circles, tumbling along the dirt whilst gnawing viciously at his bald shoulder, ripping brutally into the flesh and yanking away the freshly growing fur. The nagging whispers in the back of his mind subsided finally, filling him with a sense of accomplishment. Swallowing the sliver of skin, which he had torn from his shoulder, he stroked the blood encrusted lips bordering his mouth then sung his skull to the left then to the right in apprehension. Who? What? Soul.
Who?
Someone?
Here?
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Jinket
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Post by Jinket on Sept 17, 2012 20:48:58 GMT -5
I'll beat you bloody,
With my stick of gold.
Macabre had watched the frazzled soul with a rather interested gaze. Of course, it was only from afar that she watched, taking it all that he was too be. A certain, disagreeable odor had long since filled her nares and had been the reason for her tracking him here. All the while, the smell didn't do much to her such as upset her stomach or make her orbs water. In fact, she was rather use to her smell. It was a stench often smelled within her own disgusting pack, a thing she did not miss and regretted calling to mind. Hell, his smell had brought it forward, not herself. Bree blamed it on the male lupine and moved on. Her slender form had been crouched forward, balancing perfectly without making a peep. Her blue oculars couldn't be seen from where she stayed as the shadows danced over her, sealing her off from prying orbs though this brute didn't look like he was looking for anyone. In fact, he seemed rather busy dealing with his own demons to concrete on what was going on around him.
Around and around he went, biting at his shoulder and tearing flesh from bone. Had Bree been a somewhat kinder soul, she may have stopped and called out to him. Instead, a smirk crossed her face as she stared at the interesting specimen. With the setting sun behind her, Bree had no problem continuing to watch until he seemed to regain himself and have some composure. It was then that she decided to slip forward. Macabre was as silent as a bird, however she wasn't trying to be this time. Her silhouette was engulfed in the sunlight as she strode forward gracefully. Her slender body flickered with the light as it showed off the white hairs with the intermingling black. Bree didn't let a lyric slip from her maw as she halted, sat back on her rump, and curled her tail around her like a feline might do. Her pupils were narrowed in their icy blue pools and settled on the brute, a Hellion she figured, much like herself. However, Macabre would never consider them alike. Sure, she had a touch of insanity, but her's was controlled. Her cunning, witty mind simply wouldn't let herself grow so weak.
Deciding the silence was enough, her neutral, cool voice started out from those lovely vocals. "Cat got your... shoulder?" She asked, though it was clearly sarcasm however her lyrics didn't seem all that mocking. Bree was a rather blunt Hellion, never bothering to beat around the bush which often bothered other lupine. They didn't like her in their personal space, but it wasn't like Bree was prying to do so. She was just asking, it was their choice how they answered or even if they did answer. "Do you have some kind of.. disease?" Her question was stated clear, but in her head she thinking. Who the hell admitted they had a problem? She would've laughed at herself, instead she kept emotionless and calm. Collected as she always was.
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Post by Enter The Night on Sept 21, 2012 23:04:10 GMT -5
Bottomless pits flickered abruptly towards another soul. Another hallucination perhaps? Maladroit outstretched pads slapped brusquely at the luscious earth as the rancid canine stumbled towards the female inquiringly. Crimson stained jaws remained slackened and his tongue, which was lathered thickly in saliva and decomposing skin, dangled freely from his lower mandible. The tendrils from before had been spreading along his peripheral vision in ebony wisps, encircling his haunches leisurely. As he strode onward, he’d lash out viciously with his hindlimbs, striking out at the haunting strands which threatened to entwine him. Once he was in proximately of the slate hued soul, he halted abruptly, both snatching his shoulders in the opposing direction and throwing his broad muzzle forward. His dingy tail lashed out awkwardly whilst his posterior swerved to the right, completely unbalancing him and sending him stumbling off course. Every movement he made appeared to be rather random, uncontrolled and abrupt. Completely and without a doubt, unpredictable.
At this point, he was mere inches from her, his stench rolling from his soiled pelt in violent churns. With his soulless gaze burning into hers, he unhinged his jaws as she asked two separate questions. The first, obviously being rhetorical and the second, causing a detached, blank expression to remain upon his features. Hoarse words was hacked from his throat in an emotionless form, the vocal cords thrumming together in an offbeat tone from obvious lack of use, “No. I don’t.” It was a short, simple response. No emotion was reveled. For those who were able to detect the feeling of someone of the inside, they’d perceive emptiness in the crazed canine. Well, at least in this state. Although he seemed relatively lifeless to the world, the female had unintentionally tapped into a trigger. Luckily, it wasn’t actually ‘Daemon’, the demonic hematophagous wolf. He went to ’Noctis’, the antisocial, amnestic lump of coal. A string of grunts suddenly began to emit from his limp jaws, gurgling from his throat audibly. Paws slapped mildly at the pummeled earth as he swayed from side to side, his vacant irises roaming around the newcomer’s pallid features.
Where did she come from? Why was she so close? Did he know her? Where they mates? Siblings? Questions swarmed his brain. The moment a thought crossed his mind, it dissipated, leaving him with a repetitive set of problems. Discolored ears flickered to and fro, revolving atop his dome before plastering themselves to his skull. Ebony nostrils flared and the iridescence gleamed upon his moist nose. Saliva had been free falling from his chin, splattering upon the earth below silently. Unfocused eyes strained upon the mysterious female’s facial region, trying to pinpoint who she was and where she came from. He was looking for any past memory in the files of his brain, searching and searching. What seemed to be like hours, lasted an extensive time span of ten minutes. Not a word slipping from his maw. Only the hasty grunts and snorts which traveled from his barrel into the atmosphere in incoherent, animalistic sounds. Finally deciding that she was his mate, he flung himself forward unexpectedly, his limbs snatching themselves into motion. Muzzle forced it’s way into her ’bubble’, invading her space and possibly mashing painfully into hers.
He’s back.
Noctis fled into the deepest depths on his mind, locking himself within the vault’s of the obscurity. Now, the nameless person returned, forcing himself in control. He didn’t like to watch the ride, he liked to control it. Whispering malevolently into the ear canals of his puppet, he caused the deranged wolf to suddenly snarl in a demonic manner, his jaws clicking viciously at the female’s body mass. He wasn’t sure if his hits were landing, however the voice kept whispering, ordering him to inflict pain upon the intruder before the darkness ate at his flesh. Insanity drove him forward and his body wove around the wolf, snapping rapidly at her flesh, trying to take hold of the warm meat. Suddenly he was thrown backwards and glued to the dirt. While he was attacking the alabaster build of the slender female, he hadn’t noticed the sickly tendrils return. They wove around his limb, leaving his squirming erratically in the grim, further dirtying his sullied pelt. The nameless controller in his mind cackled sinisterly as he commanded the darkness to envelop him and his mind screamed back in agony. Begging the demons to stop. Aty his request, everything turned blank. Realizing he was back on the ground, he rose wearily from his paws, crimson blood smearing his pelt where he had torn ferociously into his flesh once more.
Gone.
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