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| Ailoki Ilfirin | Feb 9 2010, 06:31 AM Post #1 |
The dancing dragon
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Ailoki kept her eyes closed, her head hurt her body hurt and she didn’t know what was going on. When she opened her eyes after a moment and looked around. It looked like she was in some kind of cave area, tied up. She didn’t stop to wonder what was going on she pulled something out from under her skirt, a hidden dagger. Carefully Ailoki cut her bonds and sighed once her arms were free. She wasn’t violent but she knew how to take care of herself at times. The dagger was put back in he sheath and she stood walking threw the area. Her head was still killing her and her body still hurt, but Ailoki had a bad feeling about staying put right now. “Where did Zanintir go…” She was worried about her friend since Ailoki worried about people she cared about. Of course Ailoki cared about more then half of everyone so it was hard not to worry when you cared for everyone. Ailoki didn’t think of it like that though, she thought of it as being closer to everyone and simple being a happy person. “Where are my animals…” That was her other main concern. She knew they usually followed her at least a bit but they didn’t seem to know she had been taken, she didn’t know what happened to Zanintir so she couldn’t wonder. |
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| Zanintir BladeDancer | Feb 9 2010, 08:03 AM Post #2 |
Dance of Death
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Zan regained conciousness. He shook his head groggily. The attack had come suddenly, and the elf was confused as to how it was successful. His head hurt, and he wasn't sure what happened. He supposed that someone ambushed him and Ailioki as they were traveling to another town. Ailoki. Zan looked around. His companion was no where to be found. She had been kidnapped apparently. Zan cursed. He looked around for where they could have taken his friend. Luckily, he didn't have to look far. The attack had happened near a cave. The cave had a wooden sign in front of it that said, "Thiz iz uh hideowt. No entrooders." "[color]Well. These people have good stealth and attack tactics, but they must be dim-witted.[/color]" Zan shook his head. They must have no idea how silly that is. He quietly ran into the mouth of the cave, quiet as possible. He unwrapped his demonic arm, and took his half-mask off, revealing his half-demonic-ness. He ran deeper into the cavern. He was quiet enough to not be heard, but he was still cautious. Unfortunately, he came across a guard who was facing him. Seeing Zan, the man opened his mouth to shout out a warning, and was successful. Zan rushed the man, clawed hand out, and slashed the man to ribbons. The man dropped without a further sound. Zan continued down and was confronted by two more men. They turned pale when they saw his face. It was gray and demonic in look. His left eye was red, and this spooked the guards. They screamed as he bore down upon them and snuffed out their lives. He found a narrow passage-way, that he assumed was where Ailoki was taken because it was hardly noticeable. Plus, he could see a a small piece of cloth that looked like it came from Ailoki's clothing. He was rewarded when he found Ailoki walking towards his way. "Ailoki! Come on! We have to get out of here!" He wasn't sure how she was going to react to his demonic appearance, but he couldn't help it now. |
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| Noh | Feb 9 2010, 10:37 AM Post #3 |
Infected Medieval Cyborg Zombie of Doom
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The sun beat down on him attempting to intoxicate his unfeeling body with heat. He trudged on dragging his foot with him in a shuffle. His mask had begun to condensate on the outside almost as if his mask was sweating the way he could not. The pitch black eyes took in his surroundings as he stood still. The trees were dead, the shrubbery was dead, the patches of grass, dead. Death was all around him, He was comfortable around it, if he had a mouth he would smile, instead he raised his dead, decaying hands to the masks cheeks and placed both index fingers on to the sides of it's mouth and rubbed the tips of the fingers into the corners of the lips. He continued to walk slowly, as he walked he raised his left arm and pulled the ragged cotton hood over his bald head.as he did so a piece of flesh fell from him and dropped into the dirt. He stopped dead in his tracks and tilted his head at the flesh. It won't be missed he thought as he looked up and continued onward. His body had started to ache on the lowest portion of his body. He dared not look, Not only because the cloak was all he had on but because the thought that he might be rotting more bothered him, He had already replaced his foot and ankles with both ice and metal. He had not the services or money to continue on. He walked a little more reminiscing about his time he spent in the ice village. In this moment of humanity that he was rewarded for torturing the elven teenager and feeding off his pain, He missed the quiet town, If his tear ducts had not decayed away, he most likely would have cried. He remembered how close he was to Grindel, Such a kind and generous man was he for taking him in. Grindel was the closest thing he had ever had to a brother. He looked at his left arm, Still less rotted than everything else I suppose He thought to himself. He looked ahead and saw a strange sign off in the distance. Would you look at that, food, food, such glorious food don't you think we need food, or do you want endure your payment? He looked up, his eyes widened underneath the wooden mask, he shook his head, he ran to the rock he could and began to continuously bash the side of his head against the rock. The voices needed to stop, the voices were bad, all they did was consume him, he just wanted them to go away, leave him from this accursed existence, leave him to wander the planet and rot like the abomination he was. The pain had started to come back, it had enveloped him in a horrific pain. It felt as though thousands of needles were being inserted into every pore. It felt even as if the needles were pulling every molecule of his skin, stretching it. He silently endured the pain. He clawed at himself green and black pus oozed from his marks, it dripped onto the ground mixing in with the dirt. He slammed his hands down and clawed at his mask writing in pain. He began to walk towards the cave entrance food..need..food. The pain slowly subsided. As he began to regain his posture he stopped short of the cave entrance. Two men had come out of the cave's mouth, They seemed scared, frantic, weak, defenseless, the perfect prey. He walked slowly to them, dragging his heavy foot behind him, it made large trail behind him as he walked sluggishly, He got about 20 feet from them, lowered his head and stood still. Dead Still The thief wore a brown tunic, dirty, it was matted at certain parts on the body. His hair was short and black, it was receding into a widow's peak, His eyes were bulged out of his head and sweat had rested on his forehead lazily. He was a fat man, probably a highwayman, He had a sword on his side it looked old, probably not used very much. The other man was almost the exact opposite of the fat man. He was a tall, slender man. He had hair that reached his chin and was very dirty, His face had dark rings under the eyes and he seemed to be missing teeth. He wore a leather vest that was obviously a bit to big for him. His legs were covered by tanned slacks that needed to be tied with rope to keep from falling. He hunched over and looked at Noh. "'ay! whatre you doin 'ere??" he said with the most revolting cockney accent he had ever heard. The skinny man began to move closer to him cocking his head to the side. "'EY! YA LIL twat, I 'aid whatreya doin??" Noh stood fast. He didn't want to be provoked. "Hoi' Sheep, ol' buddy, I think tha' this is a tou'h guy." The blumbering idiot starting walking towards his counterpart. "I 'unno Dit we bar'y jus' got outa there alive" The skinny man, known as Dit started to laugh. "Ha sheep, I plan' it tha' way, les' show our new frien' 'ere a good welcome." Dit withdrew his dagger from his side and began to charge at him. Noh stood there and let a message be heard from them in their heads the orange cat cried as the moon plowed through the cheese, don't let the rain fall upon your head the men stopped and were terrified. "'EY WA' IN 'EH 'ELL." Dit stopped just a few feet away from Noh. Noh lifted his lowered head and looked up at them. "D-Dit, I thin' we 'ould lea'e thi' g alone." The idiot called Sheep began to stumble backwards followed by his partner who had dropped his dagger "Jus' what in 'eh 'ell ar' ya'??" Dit said before running away. 15 steps was all he was able to get. Before Dit had started to talk, Hiro had raised his right hand. Let me feel your pain . The mouth on his hand smirked for a split second before opening wide. It's yellow teeth glistened in the sunlight. It's blue lips shimmered with death and decay. It began to scream, the scream forced the men to cover their ears blood began to drip from their eyes and ears. The scream was the same scream he had heard every time he allowed his agony to materialize. They were the screams of children, both joyful screams, painful screams and those of agony. They were so loud that anyone within a 5 mile radius could have heard them. Followed by the scream 8 chains shot out of the mouth at a terrifying speed. They were purple and black and covered in hooked spikes. 5 of them wrapped themselves around Sheep's fat body and held him in place forcing him to watch his partner. The remaining 3 where playing with Dit. "'EY GIT THESE THIN'S AWAY!!" "I'M SORR' REALY!" Noh wasn't interested in the man's apologizes, he could feel his fear, and the pain that Sheep was feeling as the chains cut into his skin was refreshing. He needed them to die of pain not of blood loss, he would have to do this carefully. As Dit was getting his, Sheep cried like a blubbering baby. Being the better speaking of the two Noh could barely hear Sheep praying. This amused him. There was no afterlife. He knew this first-hand. The 5 chains used to bind Sheep in place seemed to be bored of such and as the chain had entered into Dit's mouth 3 of the chains used to hold Sheep in place began to work also. One chain entered into his rear and exited out of his pelvis and back in underneath into his taint. The other two began to dive into his fat. Zigzagging just beneath skin, making shark like marks with the hooked chains as they raked across his body. Eventually The three met up and intertwined and began to twist with a blinding speed and began to drill incredibly slowly into Sheep's chest. His blood splattered everywhere. The chains holding him down began to crucify him in the air as the others drilled into his chest breaking away the skin layer by layer. The chains pulled him apart ferociously his blood sprayed everywhere and onto his almost dead partner. It was Their time. One of the Chains had wrapped itself around his neck one time, the remainder staying high in the air. The other two wrapped around his arms and feet. The chain almost seemed to be laughing the way it bobbed up and down around his face. Noh could feel his body rejuvenating through the pain these men felt. It was almost as if the chains where tubes connected directly to him that transferred the pain of others. He watched in silence as the chains worked. The chain hovering in front of Dit's face plowed itself into his mouth. the spikes cut into the corners of his mouth so deeply that blood poured out. He screamed, gagged, puke came out of the sides of his mouth. The hooked spikes could be seen plowing through his throat. He writhed in the air as blood came pouring down on him from the sky. Noh felt his pain and chuckled in his mind. more more more more more more The chain, almost as if taking commands shot out of the mans spine and entered back in on the other side, lacing up his spine all the way up until his skull. The other two chains began to tighten on his body breaking bones. Blood dripped everywhere. The two chains then began to snake until more slack was left on the end. They then proceeded to tear through the palms of Dit's hand. The three then raised up in front of his face. The previously tormenting one pushed through his eye sockets. And pushed out of the other one. Dit's life was almost over. But the pain had been good to him. The three chains again entered his mouth and came out of his rear. They then pulled apart ripping Dit's bodies into nothing. All 8 chains re-entered Noh. He fell back in an orgasmic euphoria that overwhelmed his senses in every conceivable way. The pain had subsided, He felt human again. He moved around on the ground making the only possible noise he could without vocal chords which seemed to be grunts. He curled up in the fetal position. His body was still badly rotten but now the stench had gone away and the part on his head that had fallen off earlier had re-appeared. He sighed and laid outside for a while. The blood surrounded him. He bathed in it. Soaking his cloak in the thick fluid. |
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| Ailoki Ilfirin | Feb 9 2010, 11:38 AM Post #4 |
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The dancing dragon
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Ailoki walked a bit inside the cave till she heard something, footsteps. Turning around what when she noticed Zenintir. At first she was a bit surprised, but then it became a bit more normal to her. She thought about it and smiled a bit, it did make sense why he hide it. “Lets go.” Outside the cave Ailoki didn’t know what was going on but she did hear a scream echoing down the walls. It made her shiver, and not much actually made a dragon shiver. The pain in the scream made her worried a bit, what happened. On the outside of the cave the forest surrounding it a small pack of six wolfs with a hell hound and a hound were sniffing around, looking for a scent. Once they caught it the dark wolf, Hati, swung his head up and howled for others. Four large cats came running to join them along with along with Ixen the wyvern dragon ridding on ones back. Yet that wasn’t it, Koigokoro the dragon and Maekrix the wyvern as well had come. The animals ran unhindered and lead by Hati. Within a few minutes they stopped in front of the cave entrance and looked at the dead man in blood. They cared not for the man and ran into the cave tracking the smell of their master, Ailoki. On the outside of the cave Koigokoro and Maekrix waited since the cave was not large enough. Ailoki stopped walking as the group of animals ran around a twist in the cave stopping over to her, herding around her. “Dask vur opsola re ifnitot origato udoka gethrisj!” Ailoki nodded and looked over to Zenintir, giving another nod to him. “We must hurry.” She didn’t want the reptiles to worry for her and their hatchling and suddenly attack the cave. (OOC: Dask vur opsola re ifnitot origato udoka gethrisj! = Mom and dad are outside let us go!) Edited by Ailoki Ilfirin, Feb 9 2010, 12:17 PM.
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| Eben Temick | Feb 10 2010, 03:55 PM Post #5 |
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Zan agreed. "Yeah, I don't like this place. That scream disturbed me quite a bit. Let's get out of here." He ran slightly ahead to fend off the brunt of any danger. It was a natural instinct to protect his friends. He didn't think anyone was incapable of self-defense. He felt that if anyone should be at risk, it should be him. Luckily, they didn't meet any men for a few minutes. Zan wondered what had happened to all of them. He could hear footsteps, but they weren't headed their way. It was........strange. He didn't know what was going on. Here he was, rescuing his friend from a bunch of un-intelligent men who must be horrible at guarding prisoners. He shook his head at the silly thought. It didn't make any sense to him. He felt that a dank cave like this one wasn't a really good hideout, unless there was a deep, dark secret that these men were hiding within. He wasn't sure if that was the case, but it might be. |
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