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| Ronin | Nov 14 2008, 12:42 AM Post #31 |
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Had she lost them? Heavy breathing plagued the dragon, oxygen seemingly impossible to grasp in her exhausted state. The city of Ciantos had piqued her curiosity, partly due to rumors she’d heard about it, and partly due to location . In a land supposedly inhabited by the foulest of creatures, along with the crueler side of her kin, why ever would someone build a settlement? Wouldn’t it be safer to leave the land to the beasts, lest they decided that human flesh is a tasty snack? Then again, it may have been that thrill that made the city an appealing place to stay… though she wasn’t sure what was so appealing about the possibility of being devoured in your sleep. She supposed that was one thing about the mortal blood in her that just… didn’t make sense, and never would. Resting a clawed hand upon the nearest surface, Ronin placed her weight upon it, leaning as her head hung. “… where am I…?” Carelessness had caused her to take a rather hard spill, yet when she’d awakened, she certainly wasn’t where she’d started. Above may have been tricky, but this area was… simply put, Hell. The moment she’d awoken, many creatures had circled around her, and they had not done such as a way of welcoming her. While her encounters had resulted in her fleeing, she’d had to fight her way out at first, the nightmarish figures before her at the time wanting to tear the beating heart from her ribcage. Thus, for the time being, her draconic form was exposed. Each labored breath released a wisp of frigid air, condensing into a quickly fading cloud when it hit the warmth around her. Silver scales glistened with each beam of light they could capture, causing the female to squint. After all, a decent amount of these metallic flakes were located around her eye, and such a bouncing of light had shot it directly into those blackened optics. Wings and tail were also covered in a thick layer of these silver disks, as were her now highly draconian limbs. Finally, her breath rate seemed to have fallen to a much more reasonable one, each release of air now coming off as more of a snort than a simple exhalation. Completely worn out, her arm had lost the ability to support her, and as it fell, so did the dragons figure, her body slumping against whatever surface she’d recently been touching. Slowly, the rest of her took the same action as her arm had, her reptilian figure inching downward, the legs she’d once been standing upon suddenly too weak to support her. Soon enough, she was on the ground, the temple of her head resting against the solid surface. It was not just the conflict that had left her so fatigued, but the power of a dragon being forced through a human vessel. Thankfully, she’d grown to understand when it was time to suppress the abilities of the silver beast, and now was that time. Softly, she shut her eyes, allowing the slightly grotesque form to fade once more, the makeup of the scales weakening and shifting color, melding into her skin once more. Wings and tail both curled and sank, vanishing back into her flesh, her skeletal and muscular structure both seeming to change and shift with unnatural speeds, and with no pain to the user… well, that wasn’t entirely true. The transformation was somewhat uncomfortable, especially when the horns sank back into her skull. However, she’d assumed that to be because she was a half-breed, and that such polymorphing abilities came much easier, and comfortably, to full-blooded beasts. As her lids fluttered open, a shaky hand was lifted, brought up so that she could see it clearly. She was human again. Finding now to be a good time to look around, her eyes lifted further. The structure she’d been leaning up against had been a wall, broken down with time. Perhaps it had been a gate of some point in its younger years, for other ruined structures could be seen further in. Weakly, she forced herself to her feet, a nervous glance cast over her shoulder, and an equally nervous one to the odd structures that lay before her. She needed to hide, but was this really the smartest of areas to do it in? She hesitated, for neither of the choices the dragon had been presented with were good ones … but it was better to have some shelter than remain out in the open, and she couldn’t be sure as to how much distance ’they’ had covered while she caught her breath. ’Here goes nothing…’ With a final deep breath, she brushed passed what she had deemed the ’gate’ of the town, venturing further inside. Unfortunately, what was within didn’t appear to be anymore inviting than where she’d just fled from. The whole of the area seemed to have an eerie glow to it, giving off an equally unsettled feeling in her stomach. As long as she kept her eyes peeled, she’d be okay… |
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| Nowe | Nov 14 2008, 03:30 AM Post #32 |
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H E L L S G A T E Description: The gates of hell are not to be trifled with. Guarded with various nightmare-esque creatures from the creativity of the mind, the bulging frame showing the head of a demon in the shape of a ram. Human bodies are binded to the sides of the gate as spikes and hooks keep them hung in place, at either side of them being massive amounts of graves, skeletons, and fog. Fire burns prominent as the city behind the walls glowers a fiery orange, the huge gate opening only when getting close. IC: Eifel frowned. Oh, how hideous this gate was. His wounds had healed, yet he still felt somewhat harmed by the deadly blows received. He hadn't heard Ruru approach, however as he shifted his head over his shoulder to glance at his ally he would catch sight of his lover, a natural cleric and healer. Instantly, Fina would see something different about Eifel's features, his once stoic frame becoming somewhat hyper and spasming a bit at the fact the anthro was there with them, moving past them to approach a bit with a sheepish grin. "What are you doing here?" He inquired, spite the fact his face was covered in a bloody gore. His index and thumb fingers lightly rubbed against the younger boys cheek, locks of raven cascading over his now generous blue eyes. No way would he be taken aback by this new addition, though he knew he would have to protect him. But he knew he could. A gentle smile was given as he turned, glancing at the gate as he signaled Ruru to come with them. Taking place next to Fina he would sigh a bit, staring up at the evil known as "Hell." Oh, what would they do now? He had little to no idea anymore, to be frank. Glancing towards Fina he merely gave a nod, approaching the large gate as it began to open. He would step forward with his companions at his back, somewhat expecting to be barraged by attacks from various monsters- but they weren't. !Party Addition: Oruru. !Party Location: entering "hell." [ through south gate. ] Fade. Hell's Gate- West. [ Ronin-only. ] She would see firstly the disgusting stench of the abused, many heads of humans and animals stuck upon pikes lined down the glowing orange streets. It was hot too. It would no doubt feel like an oven to her, yet she would at the same time be able to breath quite comfortably. Luckily, she seemed to be good at evasion, as none of the guards or demons that roamed through this hell-hole seemed to notice her. All about her would be buildings as far as her eyes could see, even within the ground being doors and stairways. Yet the most interesting sight would be in the center of the city, a large "platform" it would seem, yet before her eyes the image of two demons and a "soul" of a human that they dragged forward upon his face would be shown, the sinner crying out in agony with enough force to deafen the women. And it would only increase as one of the demons slammed a large sledge-hamemr twice it's size into the center of the souls body, causing his head to be destroyed as the scream penetrated throughout all of Hell, even enough for Eifel's party to hear. All about her souls were being tortured, and demons fulfilling their jobs. Yet there was no such thing as "death" here. They were damned eternally to rot in this place, their very essence revived to repeat the same torture all over again. Her first stop however- The Suicide Pit. It would be simply something that Hell designed for the sinners who had thought that suicide was save them from atonement, yet they were wrong. As Ronin wandered she would stumble into this section of Hell, all around her being random tree's with people hanging themselves, yet not dead. They were simply hung, breathing, but not able to help themselves as they strangled themselves for eternity. In the corner of her periphial would be the sight of a young teenager with a razor, slitting her wrists over and over again, until the meat of her flesh hung out from her arm- yet her blood continued to pour, never ceasing as the heat of hell cooked her fleshy open wound from the inside out. In a chair at a desk in front of her would be one with a gun to his forehead, pulling the trigger repeatedly, as his head splatted forth and all over Ronin, and then his head would be normal again, and he would continue to shoot himself over and over in suffering. These souls would try their best to reach out to her with agonized faces, tears and groans- yet their mouths would be stitched shut and should they stare too much; their eyes would randomly bleed before imploding, yet only returning seconds later to normal. No demons wanted to see this stupidity of humanity, thus they didn't bother venturing here. It was even rumored that by staying in this place too long, one would slowly begin to go insane from the horrible images placed forward into their mind. She had about three minutes (3 posts) to find her way from this place, despite how large and everlasting it seemed to be. And if she turned around, she would spot that of demons hovering about her only exit. She'd have to find another exit somewhere through this place. TIP: Don't be afraid of those who see you, they suffer because of their evil in the real world, but now they wish to assist you. If she didn't make it out in time, of course they would slowly begin to drive her batshit insane, but she could be cured with a little time in the asylum. But, then again- what asylum was down here to begin with? None, that was it. Edited by Nowe, Nov 14 2008, 03:34 AM.
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| Fina | Nov 14 2008, 07:00 AM Post #33 |
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Although he’d be weary of the approaching stranger at first, a sudden change observed in both personality and disposition on the captain’s part would reveal the newcomer to be somewhat…related to him. Identifying him as an ally, Fina would look away momentarily, the thought of hellish screams heard deep within the foggy town captivating extreme alertness. Instinctively, his dominant hand would befall the hilt of his great sword, anxious digits ready to wrap themselves around cold steel in an effort to quickly slay his opposition. But as ready and alert as he was, he’d be greeted only by nothingness. A deep frown furled over his face as his squint attempted to penetrate the layers of white, puffy fog, but after almost half a minute of searching, only futility would be found. A soft sigh would leave his mouth as he contemplated their fate, and when nothing more in the distance interested, he’d begin to rise. The sword would be used as a crutch during his attempt, the tip burying itself slightly into the crust of the earth as his heavy figure got up. Now what…? Back to his ‘party’. He’d turn just in time to catch the duo in some sort of private moment, and it’d be at that time that he’d deduce the two males were either family or lovers. A ‘hmph’ escaped his lips as that realization sunk in, for he now worried that the duo’s concern of each other’s safety would potential put Fina in jeopardy; no matter, that just meant he’d have to keep a keener eye out. His heart rate had begun to lessen as he took a few steps towards the two, and when they would acknowledge him, he would speak. “Captain…I never got your name. And for your friend? I’m Fina – nice to meet you.” His tone was soft and friendly, though upon recognizing the captain’s sudden changed expression, he too would cease soft features, his head instantly swiveling in the direction of the shape shifter’s gaze. Although covered by the fog at first, a large gate had soon been revealed, the contents that littered its side and the decorations atop appearing to be less than desirable. Death had been a large part of Fina’s life during his travels, so being privy to such horrors would not faze him TOO much. However, despite his calm disposition, an unfamiliar uneasy feeling began to settle into his soul, unable to be removed even by the strongest of internal threats. And then, as a few steps forwards were taken, the uneasiness would leave him, replaced by a feeling of security and pleasure. Once again, Diablos would make its hidden mark, attempting to come forth due to the attraction ‘hell’ provided. Fina would remain inexplicable at this phenomenon, and after a while of failed deciphering, he’d leave it as nothing more than machinations of this weird and hellish place. Oh well; the sooner they were out of here, the better. |
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| Liutte | Nov 14 2008, 07:22 AM Post #34 |
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The boy's cheeks took on a pinkish color as Eifel fussed over him, Oruru's chest filling with air to let out a pleased purring sound. He gently covered Eifel's hand upon his cheek, making sure he didn't move away just yet as he nuzzled into his lover's palm. "I-I was worried about you, so I tracked you here," the young teen admitted, his ears flicking a bit in embarrassment. His black tail was waving back and forth slowly, despite the horrific scenery; Oruru was just glad he had found Eifel in one piece. Despite that scary climb down the steep cliff, the ex-slave now learned it had been worth it. Oruru would now gently release Eifel's hand, allowing the older male to move freely. Following Eifel over to the mysterious stranger, Oruru's tail would now hang limp, warily glancing over Fina's body. It was obvious that the anthro was not very comfortable with strangers, due to his lack of trust within people. It was to be expected with a past like his, though. However, as Fina began to speak, he used a tone soft enough to calm the kitty boy enough to not be so uptight. The vicinity's sounds and smells were obviously agitating Oruru's increased sensory traits, his ears flicking rapidly every so often from the anonymous, scary sounds of screaming, and the stench of dead bodies and skeletons made his tiny nose crinkle slightly. He'd be alright, though. "I-It's nice to meet you too... I'm Oruru," the blond responded to the stranger's greeting, who he now registered to be named 'Fina.' |
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| warrior | Nov 14 2008, 09:56 AM Post #35 |
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Entering: West Gate. Permission from Eifel was given. After the frightful events of the maze with his friend Fina and their new acquaintance, Ronin, he saw no reason that he shouldn't follow them around. Per usual, Skye was somewhat hesitant when it was first offered to the pair; she's such a cynical bitch sometimes, but Cecil couldn't argue -- most of the time that 'bitch' had saved his life, and her wisdom goes without saying. Even so, he wasn't the type to let his life be run be precautions and paranoia; he was too much of a free spirit. The only way to live is the learn. Considering the circumstances, it shouldn't have been a surprise had Ronin heard him cry out as she fell into the bowels of a hellish place, his hand reaching out for a talon though missing it just short of an inch. He was already preparing to jump in after her. "Cecil, wait!" Skye cried out. "We don't know what's down there." "So you want me to just sit around and wait?" he questioned furiously. "... No, just be careful." 'Always worrying,' the witch mused before leaping feet first into the pit after his dragonic friend. It seemed like he had fell for an eternity, the winds buffeting his frame as a thickened mist clouded his vision; the only thing he could truly feel was Skye's talons clutching his shoulder, her grip growing tighter as the winds picked up. His senses felt microwaved; he was cold but hot; he could smell something but couldn't; he could taste the stench of death, decaying flesh and disease yet his mouth was numb. It was a horrible combination that overtook him, but his reality took a "shock" when his feet slammed against what he assumed to be solid ground. "What in the hell--" he spoke in awe, his eyes flying toward the first silhouette he saw. It was a girl, slashing herself until the raw meat of her body hung loose. To his other flank, there was another; it was a man positioned at a desk, some odd contraption to his forehead (no guns remember? =p) that ignited in a blaze of glory from simply pulling a lever. The mechanism reacted violently, ripping a tunnel through the man's head and splattering his brain matter across the scene only to-- come back together again? That's when Cecil caught sight of Ronin, and he would quickly make his way toward her. "Ronin!" he cried, and Skye followed up with one of her own to make sure she heard him. Once close enough, he'd continue. "Where the hell are we? And what are these people doing? Should we help them?" |
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| Ronin | Nov 14 2008, 10:38 AM Post #36 |
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An intense blast of heat had washed over her body the moment she’d ventured a few feet in. It had taken her breath away for a moment, but after a short time frame to adjust, she found air coming easier. That didn’t, however, mean she was anymore comfortable than she had been. A furrowed brow was her only comment to all occurring around her, and with a great deal more caution than she had first presented herself with, the dragon pressed forward. Something seemed… odd here. It wasn’t the first time she’d encountered things of the demonic variety, but she wasn’t accustomed to such gruesome ‘decorating.’ Her stomach flipped, but she couldn’t leave now. ’Be quick, and be quiet…’ Thus, she continued, pushing passed the horrid scenes and powerful heat. It was only a few more steps in that a horrific scream pierced the air, powerful enough that she felt as if the outburst had been directly into her ear. Her eyes had squinted out of discomfort, yet the dragon had forced her vision to shift regardless. A platform of sorts rest near the center of whatever city she’d been sucked into, and upon it, the tortured soul that had recently released her cry, further tormented by the demons that held her captive. One lifted a mighty hammer, and with a powerful swing, smashed it into the apparitions ribcage. Another pained scream caused Ronin’s hands to lift, covering her ears for a short moment. Despite a high-pitched tone now being the only sound her ears could pick up, she kept going, lurking from each shadow of the ruins, fortune smiling on her for the time being, and allowing her to sneak passed unnoticed. Her spirit had been shaken by the whole of this place, the very aura it gave off making her feel slightly ill. This didn’t just look like Hell… It was Hell. Moving deeper and deeper into this pit of death and sin, her feet had brought her to an area that seemed designated for a specific way of bringing an end to ones life. Suicide, to be precise. The gnarled trees about her seemed to glow with a subtle, unholy light, the spirits of the dead hanging by ropes tied about their necks, their feet dangling just far enough off the ground to ensure strangulation. And yet, their chests moved, the forms writhing, some trying to free themselves, perhaps releasing silent screams of ‘give me another chance!’ A shame it was, that redemption had no place within the underworld. With each step she took, she could fill the ill effects this place was having on her, not so much her body, but her mind. While true, such things were unpleasant to look at, it was not fear that grasped at her heart, but an overwhelming sorrow A loud blast occurred just before her, causing her recently recovered ears to ache once more. With the bang came a shower of crimson; blood from the beings head, splattering over face and shirt. She wanted to scream, but the fear of being caught by something more malevolent had made her lips seal tightly shut, wide eyes and shaking limbs being her reaction instead. Her hands wiped frantically at her face, trying to clear the blood from her face, and remove the red cloudiness the sharp vision that was so precious to her right now. It was then that a voice called to her - a familiar one. “Ce-Cecil?” The eyes of the dragon shifted, and indeed, the suspected male stood not far from her. The sight of a familiar face was so relieving that she nearly burst into tears. Hope was not yet lost, it seemed. “I don‘t-… I don‘t know.” She shook her head. While ‘Hell’ had been her conclusion, she’d started to doubt her state of mind, and thus the validity of that fact. “They‘re… dieing. Repeatedly.” Ronin placed a hand to her head, a few chunks of the white hair before her eyes now stained with crimson liquid. “I don‘t think we‘re on the same plane of existence anymore to be honest…” Help them? The thought hadn’t crossed her mind, but as she looked at those agonized expressions, she came to realize that the inhabitants would indeed know this pit better than she would. Still a bit unsure, she nodded slowly. “… We can try… They may know a way out…” The man with the firing contraption was the nearest to her, and thus, she relocated, stationing herself directly in front of him. As the device cracked once more, her arms swiftly crossed over her face, the shower of gore splattering onto her forearms this time as opposed to her face. As the head began to regenerate, she figured now would be the best time to speak, before yet another round could be fired, and her voice lost to the explosions. “Can you help us? We‘re lost and don‘t know the way out… do you?” |
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| warrior | Nov 14 2008, 11:07 AM Post #37 |
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Yes, t'was unfortunate but true. The victims of this alternate existence were suffering the mistakes of their deeds while they were alive; the cutter, the shooter - both had slain themselves in an attempt to escape the tragedies of life only to end up situated somewhere far, far worse. Cecil had never seen something so horrible in his life, on par with that night-- the fateful eve his entire village, family and all, were slaughtered, their heads posted as a warning to all witches that might be lurking in the regions. Oh, how horrible it truly was. But he didn't have time to daydream, and in his haze he helped tend to his messy friend. While it wasn't much, he retrieved a cloth from his satchel and cleaned away several layers of blood and-- chunks from his friend's person. There wasn't much else he could do aside from leaving the cloth with her to clean at her discretion, though he doubted it would do too much. "Here Ronin, keep it." And while Ronin tended to the gunman, Cecil quickly moved to the girl continuously cutting herself. The wound was gruesome and grotesque, a large gash along the length and girth of her forearm - blood poured infinitely, soaking her lower body and the ground beneath it. "Excuse me," he said hesitantly. "I need help - me and my friend need to get out of here." He wasn't sure if this was a good idea, but the sight of seeing her cut herself over and over again hurt him -- he reached forward cautiously, slowly... reaching for the wrist of the hand holding the blade. |
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| Nowe | Nov 14 2008, 12:15 PM Post #38 |
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OOC: They don't know it's a gun, but considering this place negates reality, and holds the past, the present and the future, then yea. It's coo'. Eifel gave a slight smirk as the group would advance, his head shifting to Fina whom had introduced himself- again. Eifel would nod a bit, turning his head to the side to observe him a bit. He didn't remember saying anything about his name, and his bipolar moods had warmed up to the man whom had assisted him. Hell, they might not even survive in this place, to be frank. So it was best to just go with the flow, and attempt to do what he could to get them both to safety. "Eifel. Just call me that." He would state, somewhat smiling. He would lead the group, stepping into the Plain's of Hell. Nightmare Plains- Eifel (Lv. 3), Fina (Lv. 4), Ruru (Lv. 1). As the trio would begin their advance into the plains of dead grass, the heat wave would hit them full force of course, the sky gloomy and red, a vortex in the distance destroying everything in it's path. Before their eyes the plains spread at all distances as far as they could see, no tree's, no mountains, no water- nothing. It merely gave small wisps of heated air here and there, before stopping randomly. Yet as the group would step upon the grass in front of them the earth would slowly begin to shake. Then... a mole appeared. It simply stared at the group, and simply continued to stare before beginning to make it's way towards them, glowing red eyes showing nothing but evil intent. Yet before it could reach them, another mole appeared; this one slamming the head of the first mole into this weird contraption and plugging it into the ground, before turning it on and causing the head to explode with a "beep" noise. The mole payed no attention to them, and simply glared in their direction while the group passed a bit more. Now, they were in the center of the plains, a small boy with a lithe frame having his back towards them sat upon his legs with his palms against the ground, his age being around twelve or so. He wore nothing at all, and a price tag was burned upon his skin, along with the tag "sold". About him gold, whilst the ground next to him leaked blood streaming from his anus. The group would then notice the boy had absolutely no face- and in the center itched into his flesh reading Prostitute. The boy made no efforts moving, nor doing anything else. The group of three moved on. Now they stumbled upon someone being brutally raped and murdered at the same time- war, death, plague, envy, lust. Effect: The group will now begin to randomly see images of things they never desire to come true and considered a nightmare to them; each seeing something the other cannot see. Said images can speak, move, and talk to you; including reliving flashbacks of trauma's- if any. Effect lasts until they reach the end of the plains. (3 posts.) Suicide Pit- Ronin (Lv. 1), Cecil (Lv. 1) Oh, sweet agony. The pain of the agonized suicidist would not be taken away by the girls attempt to help him. Rather, he would stare at her with angry eyes, his face showing intense sadness, yet at the same time hatred. The weapon in his hand would shift, turning it's end towards her as a loud BANG would echo. Ronin had just been shot. Oh, this would certainly show her that this was indeed as real as it could get, her shoulder ablaze with gunpower as the man then went on to kill himself- again. He would reappear to do the same again, over and over, whilst leaving Ronin with a bloody shoulder. Sadly, that wasn't the right choice! Dun dun dunnnn. However, Cecil had successfully found the one to help them. The girl looked up with tears in her eyes as she staggered to a stand, glancing around a bit for any demon guards. They would come if they didn't hurry, they could sense disturbance in the flow. She would lead the two towards through the dark pit full of various types of suicide from the past, present, and future. A women drowning herself and her child, her husband hacking into his gut beside them. Another slicing a large knife into his throat, before randomly gacking his blood on Cecil's body before falling- only to reppear to do it again. And behind them they could hear the guards causing a ruckus at the missing soul. Her hand took Cecil's, her cold grasp causing the back of Cecil's hand to slightly burn and sizzle, as her blood was used to write the words East. It was a last ditch effort as she pushed both Cecil and Ronin forward in time, issuing them to "run." As a giant blade hacked through the body of the suicidist, cleaving her body in half diagonally before ripping out. The guard would begin to drag on her face back to where she belonged, as another guard passed, heading in the direction of Cecil and Ronin. Hopefully, they would have begun running as fast as they could. Ars Goetia- The First Section of Hell. ????? Admist the intruders would be a gathering. The palace of Hell refined and somewhat fit for kings! Because they were. Lords of Hell, demons who governed over the evil and good. A table that was round, blood for drink and nothing to eat, that was how they fared. "The Intruders?" The first, a demon known as "Belial" would speak. "We should leave them. They'll never survive." Another, Decarabia spoke. "I don't believe anyone asked you, Decay." Belial had a point. Considering he was "king", he had the most say here, whilst Decarabia had no position at all within the hierarchy. Another demon with the most beautiful face smiled, his locks of hair falling atop his brow as his hands crossed beneath his chin. He was known as Seere. "Well, Decarabia is right. There's a God amongst them. One Anthro, One Demon, One human, One Half-Dragon." He smiled. He was must more different than the rest- he was good natured, and more of an angelic type of being than a demonic one. Belial snorted, throwing his glass of blood away into the floor. "Well if they're such a pest, go do something about them Decarabia!" The large demon gave a nod, turning to put upon a more majestic cape before issuing orders to a legion; thirty to be exact. Amongst them being Jikiniki, demons who loved the flesh of humans. They could almost taste the smell of Cecil, eager to eat his flesh. The order was sent to kill all five intruders at all costs, and the legions moved out. "..." Seere frowned as Belial excused himself- and in a twinkle of an eye he was gone. Edited by Nowe, Nov 14 2008, 12:28 PM.
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| Fina | Nov 14 2008, 01:53 PM Post #39 |
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Although reluctance would first litter the body of the cat-tail-and-ear toting male before him, the acceptance he shared with the captain would suffice in easing his comfort, as well as the fact the Sasori youth had properly introduced him without any trace of hostility or attitude. In fact, when he finally mustered up the strength to reply, he’d ensure to provide another warm smile, quickly picking up on Oruru’s hesitance to trust others, and his overall shyness. When all was said and done, he’d finish with a wave and turn slowly in place, ending up facing ahead towards their hellish destination. It’d be during the end of his movement in place that his expression of happiness would fade away, the sight of hanging corpses reminding him of the terrors ahead, as well as the opportunity to reach premature peril. Another sigh would be emitted, and as soon as all were ready, he’d move out. However, just before, the captain’s name would finally surface; Eifel, eh? He had gotten used to the captain moniker so much that he’d find trouble switching over, but after a few mental repetitions, he’d find the name comfortable to produce, and thus, easy to remember. “Nice to meetcha, Eifel…” Weary of what lie ahead, a single gloved hand would rest easily over the hilt of Reina, a smooth touch employed as he stroked the handle of his great sword in a sickly fashion, addicted to the violence it could potential bring; if anything were to attempt to get in his way, he’d be the first to swing for death. After some steps were taken forward, the trio would find themselves in what appeared to be empty plains, dead grass and a thick smog smothering the plains as far as the eye could see. Extreme heat was also ever present, although it’d appear on the field at random occasions, most likely the product of some random heat emissions. Walking the earth of such forsaken lands made the youth feel as if the very ground was alive, aware and observant of the ‘mortal’ foreigners that treaded over it so indiscreetly. The first few steps were uneventful, the three defenders of life merely fending off the unnatural conditions. But soon after, odd and random appearance made their place onto the field, most likely tripping the trio out considerably. The first of many apparent weird apparitions would involve several moles, one of them placing some sort of ‘device’ over the other’s head until the former would find their head exploded; odd was certainly an understatement. What the fuck is going on here…!? But the ‘fun’ didn’t stop there – moving on, they’d find the visage of an incognito youth, his body naked and exposed for all to see, with what appeared to be a sign of money cruelly burnt onto his flesh. Although Fina would recoil slightly and the sick and twisted imagery, he’d especially feel a bit taken back when the blood began to protrude from his backside, and money was present; the word ‘prostitute’ tagged on him would crystallize all emotions over the affair. Without hesitation, Fina move on, the darker shades of life not appealing the youth in the LEAST. But I like them. There it was again! That demonic voice! Was he going mad?! He’d attempt to stare at his partners, a suddenly frustrated expression employed as desperation slowly began to forcefully settle into his soul. He’d cry their names with intensity, but as he did so, he’d take note none of them responded back, their heads stuck looking forward. At first it seemed odd, but after many requests, he’d soon notice the ears of both Eifel and Oruru now melted off, until nothing but burnt goo remained on either side of their heads. What’s going on!? Frantic, Fina would quickly move away from the two, bolting into a random direction in hopes of getting away from his possessed friends. He would run for many yards on ahead, his figure penetrating deeper and deeper into the fog. Finally, after almost a full minute of sprinting, he’d be rid of them. But that’s when he started to hear them; the voices. KILL YOURSELF – LET ME KILL YOU – DIE DIE DIE |
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| Ronin | Nov 14 2008, 02:17 PM Post #40 |
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{OoC: Ow T_T} BANG! So much for being physically well. Despite good intentions and an opportunity to break away from his eternal punishment of repeated death, this being seemed to hold the same bitter hatred to his afterlife than he did his past one. Observation alone had told her the contraption was a powerful one, but whatever ‘magic’ the metal held had much more of an impact when she’d been the target of it. Searing pain shot through her shoulder, and in that moment of agony, the beast had been exposed. What should have came out as a pained scream was more of a tormented roar, her teeth having elongated into the lethal fangs her kin were known to have. Upon staggering backwards from the blast however, all would shift, returning her to her standard human form. Few things could break her control over the inhuman side of her blood, but an ample supply of pain would certainly do the trick. Her hand had immediately flown to the wound, pressing it firmly despite the pain, trying to cease the bleeding. Perhaps she’d have taken the time to bandage it, had their been time to spare. She needed to keep trying to get information, though certainly not from this individual. Pulling her focus back to this twisted ‘reality,’ Ronin lifted her eyes, quickly scanning the area to locate Cecil. Upon spotting him, she willed her legs to move, though each shift of her body seemed to further agitate her wound. Pain was clearly expressed through her eyes and contorted on her face, but such discomfort would be pushed aside for the sake of survival. Though her luck had been a whole new level of terrible, Cecil seemed to have hit the jackpot. Their escort seemed terribly afraid of something, rushing them onward, though her sense of urgency was appreciated, even if it had been to save her own skin. More horrific deaths were passed, the tragedy behind such events causing her heart to ache once more. She longed to help, but knew that such beings were beyond her reach now. Behind them now, quite the commotion could be heard, enraged perhaps by the disappearance of their suicidal prisoner. The maiden’s blood would become her ink, quickly writing a single word for them to read and remember: East. And with a shove, they’d be sent on. Urgency spoke through those sorrowful eyes, and the noises behind them left only one method of transportation as an ideal option in Ronin’s mind: A fast one. “Run!” Her word was a harsh whisper, but she was fairly certain Cecil didn’t need to be told to pick up the pace. Fueled by fear and adrenaline, her injury had gone numb, the importance of remaining in a single piece having a much higher value than whether her shoulder ached or not. Don’t. Look. Back. |
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| Liutte | Nov 14 2008, 02:37 PM Post #41 |
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This was much too overwhelming for the innocent young boy. His tiny frame shook in fear, walking very closely to Eifel, practically able to step on the older male's ankles. The familiar scent of his lover, although tainted with blood, was what was keeping Oruru for totally losing it. Rather than focusing on his surroundings and the things his amazing ears and nose were picking up, instead he busied himself by focusing on simply breathing evenly. In his mind, he repeated the routine... "Inhale... exhale... inhale..." As moles appeared, only to torture each other, Oruru used everything in his power to divert his blue gaze to Eifel's back, blocking out the sound of the smaller creature's cranium exploding and it's blood fizzing out within the mysterious murder contraption. However, it was impossible for him to block out what the trio would have to endure next. The scene... was just too heart wrenching to him, feeling even... personal. A defenseless young boy, forced into nudity and impurity... Immediately he let out a fearful whimper, unable to express any other sign of emotion due to the rising feeling within his chest. Quickly the anthro ducked his face forwards into Eifel's back, burying his facial features within folds of clothing. He felt safe for a few seconds, but suddenly Eifel's scent had... disappeared. Totally gone, without a trace. Unable to believe that Eifel's comforting aroma could suddenly be swept away so easily, the boy frantically grabbed onto the material, pushing his nose further into it. How was this possible? He was right there, and yet.. Nothing... Oruru's heart skipped a harsh, painful beat as suddenly the body in front of him collapsed to the ground, Oruru's blue eyes widening in surprise, swiftly snapping his blue gaze to the ground in front of him. Eifel's form had fallen face first, not even letting out a groan of pain. There was absolutely nothing to trip on, either... Had Oruru pushed him? Surely not... Hesitantly, Oruru lowered his body to the ground a bit, crouching by bending his knees. He sunk his pale fingers into Eifel's shoulder, shoving him to forcefully flip over the heavy male. It took some struggling, but soon Eifel's front was uncovered, fully rolled over. Blood seeped from the openings in the shape-shifter's skin. His eyes, ears, mouth, fingernails, nose.. blood was all profusely dripping from every single pore, every single spot even the slightest drop of blood could leak from. Oruru stared, his body frozen, motionless. The shock was sinking in quickly, immobilizing his muscles. "Ei-Eifel," he hoarsely murmured softly, shakily pressing his palms to the presumably dead man's chest, desperately searching for some sort of vital sign, however, none came apparent. "Eifel!" Oruru cried out, this time much more loudly, as if he was attempting to wake the male up, however, Eifel of course did not stir. That's when he heard it, the echo. Or, well, it sounded slightly like an echo, but much closer. Oruru's black cat ears flicked fearfully, unable to stop himself from curiously looking up, seeking the source of the mirrored voice. Peering out to his left, the sight was nothing less than eerie. There were now two of Oruru, and two of Eifel. The real anthro watched as his copy's eyes grew wide, glancing down at the motionless body of the fake Eifel on the ground. The scene was... replaying? Indeed, the clone Oruru now crouched above the ground, staring for a few moments before searching the fake Eifel's chest for a heart beat. However, the next chain of events is what caused the true Oruru's heart to nearly stop. The clone suddenly let out a horrified shriek as something caught his ankle, beginning to drag his tiny form through the dirt and grass, away from the fake dead God. The real Oruru watched in complete silence, his heart hammering against his rib cage as he recognized the man's face that was abducting the clone. "M-Master," Oruru whimpered softly, his tail immediately going limp in overwhelming fear. However, it seemed that the replica of his past Master was much more interested in Oruru's clone rather than himself. The fake anthro's screams began, causing Oruru to immediately close his eyes tightly, holding his ears in pain at the extremely loud sound. The noise of splitting cloth ripped through the air, clothing being torn. The true ex-slave blocked out the rape scene that he should be watching, instead, he collapsed to the ground, tightly holding his feline ears in severe pain, simply fainting upon the grass. In reality, Oruru's body had fainted as well, just behind Eifel, the boy holding his ears just as he was in his hallucination, panting in fear and ache. |
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| Nowe | Nov 16 2008, 09:47 AM Post #42 |
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OOC: SKIP~~ Nightmare Plains [ Eifel, Fina & Ruru. ] Eifel froze. He would fill his heart beat within his chest trembling with sudden fright, his emerald iris staring ahead of him as he saw both Ruru and Fina leave him, continuing their walking. Both were talking candidly, and seemed to ignore Eifel's complete existence. Everywhere, everything about him. Nameless people appeared with nameless faces, their faces avoiding contact with Eifel's as they continued to ignore him. Despite how he tried to talk he couldn't, instead he just tilted his head down and bit into his lower lip roughly. Rejection? He could begin to feel the fear to grow within his body, but then it was gone. Suddenly, everything returned to normal and the fear that crept in his chest faded. Eyes shifted here and there- finding Ruru fainted behind him, and a spazzing Fina in the distance. Passive Skill: Resist Fear. "Must be this field..." He muttered, turning and picking the boy up. He would place him upon his shoulder with a slight grunt, before teleporting away towards Fina, grabbing him by the collar and teleporting again. When reappearing the trio would be at the edge of a stream away from the plains in a forest, where he placed Ruru down against the mossy earth. "Get yourself together, Fina Sasori." He hissed without looking up, tending to his lovers face as his fingers daintly rubbed against the anthros cheek, soothing him. He then stood, sighing slightly as he glanced up towards the evening sky. Time had passed considerably, shockingly- a whole day had passed without them even realizing it. "We'll camp here tonight." He muttered, the stream of course being bloody, and undrinkable. "If you need something to drink, theres a cactus three trees down." A cactus in the middle of a forest? Surely, Fina would find that strange, but Eifel wouldn't reveal how the cactus came to be. Rather, he merely allowed Ruru's head to rest against his lap, brushing the kitten's hair affectionately. He'd leave Fina to make a fire or anything of that nature. Suicide Pit- [ Ronin & Cecil. ] As she and Cecil began their sprint past the dead and suicidal, they would feel their minds begin to seemingly... rot. Their head would feel cloudy, and plaguing whispering and images of things from their childhood would come upon them. Insanity. Yet, a sudden hand would grasp Ronin and Cecil, pulling them into a wall. How? The domain had shifted. Outside, one could hear the slamming footsteps of an angry horde, before they turned and walked away. Amongst the group of two would be a new face, handsome- with demon eyes. He made no sound as his right index finger placed against his lips in a "shh" motion, before signalling them to come along. And as they did, they would be lead into a large room; empty, with a man in the center. "Amon." The demon spoke before sitting down upon the ground next to the elder demon, his red eyes glaring towards both intruders. However he made no noise as his eyes then closed, the room suddenly changing. It became a field of white, a sudden bright light extinguishing the blood from Ronin's wound and sealing her wound shut. Then, the room changed to that of a field- an old field from Cecil's memory. From his past. "Does this place look familiar?" The handsome demon at the side asked, somewhat softly. |
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| Ronin | Nov 17 2008, 10:30 AM Post #43 |
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Regardless of the space they’d kept between their attackers, and their ever increasing distance from the majority of the pit-dwellers, it didn’t seem to free them from their own consciousness. It wasn’t every day that she thought about her childhood, for honestly, the dragon didn’t find it all that fascinating. It was impossible to change one’s past, so why spend time living in it? The Now and the Future were far more interesting… so why then, were such images slowly creeping into her mind? Thankfully, her legs seemed to have gone on autopilot, continuing to propel her forward, even when her thoughts were becoming corrupted with images and voices of the past; things that she hadn’t even given an idle thought to in decades. Growls and hisses resounded in the back of her mind, seemingly nothing but feral noises to the standard individual, but were actually draconic words. A lecture… yes, she’d received lots of those growing up. Her mind likely would have continued to slip farther and farther away, but something had grabbed her, and with a swift reverse motion, jerked her off of her current path. She winced, the sudden motion causing the pain in her shoulder to reemerge. However, knowledge that danger lurked near prevented any noises of discomfort from escaping the dragon’s mouth. As her fogged vision began to clear, she noticed that they weren’t even in the same atmosphere as before, and the furious hellions outside could be heard stampeding passed. How did they get here…? After Scanning the area, Ronin’s eyes settled upon an unfamiliar figure. He was quite handsome, though his eyes spoke of an otherworldly essence. Regardless, she assumed him to have been the one to pull them to safety, and thus, she was thankful. Her lips parted to voice her gratitude, but as his finger touched his own, her mouth snapped shut, obeying his command for silence. Following would be his next, and after sending a curios glance towards Cecil, the female did such, trailing behind their escort. The room they arrived in was completely empty, devoid of any salient details… save for one. A single being stood in the center of the room, whom their savior soon approached. After muttering a word and receiving a few cold glares from the elder of the two, their surroundings became enveloped in a dazzling light. As well, an additional flash seemed to focus around her shoulder, immediately grabbing the half-breed’s attention. She stared with wide eyes as the lustrous glow stopped her bleeding, sealing the clotted wound completely only seconds after it had congealed. Fascinated, she found herself prodding at her shoulder. Her clothes were still stained, and the hole in the fabric was still very much there. This was powerful magic indeed. Once more, the area shifted, changing from a blinding aurora to a simple field. It didn’t seem to have anything significant about it, but it was not her that the landscape was meant to have an effect on. The man’s voice had been directed to Cecil, and thus, Ronin remained silent. Perhaps she’d learn something from all this… |
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| Fina | Nov 18 2008, 04:28 AM Post #44 |
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They are everywhere... Surrounding him like ethereal beings of the worst kind, their souls intertwined with death itself, carrying a bloodlust that could only be satiated by sacrificing a hundred virgins. Their tones were sinister, evil words employed in the darkest of dialects, echoing through the planes as if the demon youth had somehow been forcefully confined in a deep chasm or canyon. Every attempt at loosing them failed utterly, a supreme exercise in futility taking place whenever he would sprint hard in a direction he believed to be free of such verbal hostility. But despite his rigorous attempts at riding himself of such evil, he’d only find his frame piercing a never ending blanket of fog and mist, the white puffy entity smothering the field and its inhabitants whole. It was enough to drive even the sanest of men over the edge, an experience the Sasori youth was currently receiving, no holds barred. Eifel and Ruru no longer were a factor in his mind, the image of their burning ears and inability to listen touching a delicate nerve deep within Fina’s psyche. However, their images would not be the only ones projected as a result of his most innate fears. Thinking his nightmare had ended, Fina’s sudden sprint would slow down, the hollering voices toning down their devilish chant to a mere whisper. He’d learn to look past them for the moment, his focus instead lying on a sudden itchy feeling that took over his body. Although minor at first, he’d soon find that the only way to rid himself of it would be through extreme scratching. It was a mere inconvenience at first, but with time’s passing, he’d find his affliction to be intolerable, sending the youth in yet another spree of madness. Clothing would soon fly off and within seconds, his naked body would now be torn apart, battered shavings of skin sticking under his long nails as he continued his frivolous scratching. It was maddening and never-ending, and before long, as he contemplated excruciating pain, Fina would wonder if this was the end. And then he saw it. Floating over the ground about twenty feet away would be a winged demon, its visage created as a combination of red and black. His smile was sly and evil, and his gaze spoke of death. He would say nothing at first, large wings protruding from its back, keeping him safely afloat. However, as Fina’s eyes locked with his and his pain suddenly left him, a new sense of terror would befall him. He’d look on in shock and fear, an appropriate expression formed to fit the sudden rush of emotions felt. But no matter how hard he tried to run, once again, the gaze would freeze him. Futility would once more be exercised, and although he’d contemplate his ill fate, all thought was lost at a sudden realization that swept over him. It made him cold, his body frozen and his jaws locked open. It was like looking into a mirror; heavy perspiration followed. Is that…me!? The thought would sink in only for a moment before reality was abruptly returned. A heavy hand at his coat would yank him back to normality, Eifel’s iron grip ending the nightmare before it could finish consuming him whole. Immediately he’d react with nothing but franticness, his head jerking left, then right, and finally down, eager to see if the voices were present, the demon still floated, and if his skin still remained on his flesh. All was well. It was all a dream…He’s keep reminding himself that for the sake of personal sanity. But no matter how many times he assured himself safety, the cold chilling feeling he felt when staring into the demon never left him. Even when camping with Eifel and Ruru, he had retained silence, a spooked expression worn as his eyes glazed over. The captain would speak of food and drink before taking a temporary leave, yet to Fina, words of safety would fall on deaf ears. To him, only one thing mattered right now. It was all a dream, right…? |
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