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| Seth Wynd | Jan 15 2006, 06:11 PM Post #1 |
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"What the . . . ? Now where'd that little freak go?" The voice belonged to the larger of the three men present, and was now confused as to what had just happened. He and his buddies had seen some pale-looking guy walking past the bar they were in, and the first thing they noticed were the pitch-black spheres that passed for the man's eyes. At first they were just going to laugh at him in the comfort of the dingy pub, but then the liquor took hold and they took it upon themselves to follow him, no doubt hoping to corner him in an alley somewhere. One could only imagine their surprise when he turned into an alley a few blocks down the street, seemingly saving them the effort. Which brought them to the current dilemma: when they turned to go into the alley, the man was already gone. The situation was creepy enough on its own, and the fact that it was approaching nightfall only made the whole affair even more so. It was the shortest amongst the men to voice his concerns first, and he was obviously not liking the way things were going. "Alright, fuck this shit, I'm outta here . . . " What he failed to notice however, was something creeping along the ground in his direction, and it looked like an odd sort of shadow. As he was leaving the alleyway, the shadow suddenly had a hand and grabbed him by the ankle before dragging the now panic-stricken man back into the alleyway and farther away from the street. His frantic cries for help managed to draw his drunken friends away from the road as well, and when they found him he was curled up on the ground in the fetal position, rambling on about some sort of monster. While his friends tried to figure out what the hell had just happened, they failed to notice . . . something . . . rising up behind them. This too seemed like nothing more than a shadow, up until one noticed that there was no wall behind them for the shadow to be cast on. This 'shadow' almost seemed to have a human shape to it, with a head and arms easily distinguishable. Though the fingers on the hands were elongated to at least 18 inches, and they took on the form of razor-sharp talons instead. In addition, from the waist down the 'shadow' seemed more serpentine in nature, with no visible legs to speak of; only a trail of black that led straight to the ground. This 'shadow' also had fangs . . . several, sharp fangs . . . It wasn't long before the screams subsided, and when they did the scene inside the alleyway was a rather messy one indeed. The 'shadow' was gone now, and Sirus was seated atop an overturned shopping cart with one hand under the chin of the man that had previously been leading his friends after Sirus. His two friends were behind him . . . well . . . most of them anyway. Aside from the small pools of blood, the alley floor was also strewn with various pieces of human flesh and bone. "So . . . I'm a 'freak', you say? That's hardly a nice thing to say about someone . . . you might hurt their feelings . . . " Sirus' voice changed from an insidious tone to a depressed one rather quickly while few drops of blood dripped down off his chin. He'd fed on the man's two friends before changing back to his normal form to deal with him; the blood around Sirus' mouth were proof enough of that. And his general posture followed suit, but soon another wave of anger came over him and he was once again remembering why he had done what he did. "So, what to do, what to do . . . . . I could kill you right now, make things easier on you . . . . or maybe I could just leave you here, let you die a slow and painful death while you constantly struggle just to take a single breath of air . . . " Sirus mused, obviously referring to the gash across the man's throat that had severed his windpipe. The man's mouth was moving, though nothing but a light wheezing noise was coming out, and small bubbles appeared in the blood flowing out of the slash across his neck. Sirus pretended to listen, then simply grinned before his right hand was suddenly the same as that of the one possessed by the 'shadow' that had done all this, talons and all. In an instant he gave the man a quick death, his head falling from his shoulders in five separate sections; the talons having effortlessly sliced through flesh and bone alike. Sirus didn't seem to mind the blood that he got on him, if anything the disturbed soul seemed to enjoy the aftermath of his actions. His hand was turned back to normal just as suddenly as it had changed, and he kicked the remains of the man's body off his feet once they fell. "What a lovely start to a beautiful night . . . " Sirus said happily, tilting back and stretching out his arms just as darkness fell on the city . . . |
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| Deleted User | Jan 18 2006, 10:20 PM Post #2 |
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Seated upon a blue car off to the side was Damara. Her slender pale legs were crossed at the knees. The flawless light skin seemed to give off a faint glow under the moonlight. She wore a short black pleated skirt. The thin silver chain looped loosely around her waits several times. One end of the chain contrasted nicely with her black skirt right before falling against the blue car. Two of the loops came low enough to brush against her thighs. Damara made a slight movement to adjust her position, and felt the chain brush against her thigh. The cold material sent the faintest of shivers along her spine. For a top, she wore a tight black and red shirt. The out fit might have looked provocative if it weren’t for the knee length contemporary black sweater she wore. It completely covered the skin on her arms, but flared out on each side of her as she sat there. When had she made her entrance? Was she here the whole time? No one really knew. She was just there, her blue eyes staring at the point of interest. No one had noticed her presence; even now she had gone unknown. She crossed her arms lightly in front of her, partially resting them on her lap as she did. Unconsciously, she let one hand slip and grasp on to the end of the chain. She used her fingers to play with it, letting the thin metal slide between her finger tips like water. After seeing the ending to this drama, she began to clap. “That was an interesting show.” She had no fear for the being in front of her. He wasn’t exactly human, not in her eyes. She slid off of the car, and slowly approached the male covered in blood. “Very messy.” Her foot steps seem to echo in the night as she walked, she stopped where the puddle of blood began. Her black hair flowed around her, being moved about by her icy aura. She slipped her arms behind her and clasped her hands behind her back. She titled some to the side, so that most of her eight was being supported by her left leg. The black strands of hair fell forward to cover her right eye as she moved. She was in one of her moods. On the outside she was the perfect picture of calm, however, inside she was her usual turmoil. The scene of all the blood and violence was calling to a part of her that she had tried to lock away. “Why don’t we play? I would definitly say that you are a freak. " |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 18 2006, 10:40 PM Post #3 |
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Not one to respond appropriately to any comments, Sirus didn't reply to the arrival, instead simply glanced in her direction while he remained seated. Though, given the nature of his eyes, it would be rather difficult to know if they moved at all; to the casual observer the black orbs simply continued to focus straight ahead at the alley wall. He was contemplating what he should do . . . he saw no reason to flee, but had no desire to stay either. He wasn't sure if he wanted to waste his time killing her either, since he was now quite full and probably wouldn't need to eat for another few days. There was no inclination to sit and chat with the girl however, so he was in a bit of a quandry as to what his next move should be. Apparently, she took it upon herself to decide for him by joining the group of rather unfortunate souls that took it upon themselves to look down upon him.
Once again, nothing set off Sirus' temper quite like calling him a freak. Bit of a personal weakness, really. "As I would definitely say you're in no position to pass judgement. I doubt you'd be a good meal either, digesting any part of you would be likely to make me ill . . . " Sirus growled back, shifting once again to the shadowform, though this time it was the free-form stage that allowed him to move about without requiring that one end of his body remain in contact with the ground. Overall, he looked the same as before, though there was a slight degree of caution to his movements now. As if it would be noticable beneath the arrogance, as the shadow began to stretch and coil about Damara; keeping at least a foot between itself and any part of her body. More than likely, it was both arrogance and an urge to show off that was responsible for the behavior, and possibly a little effort at intimidation. "Nice outfit. I'd venture a guess that you usually wear something that makes you look like a little gothic slut whenever you're not in the bad part of town, right? Wouldn't come as a surprise . . . " |
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| Deleted User | Jan 19 2006, 04:26 AM Post #4 |
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“I would taste absolutely, positively horrible.” She said with a slight sarcastic undertone. She couldn’t really care how she would taste to this being. “As for me being able to talk… Yes I can. Freaks are always able to pin point out other freaks. I am certain that you rank high on the freak list.” She said as she lowered her gaze. He was doing something, she didn’t really care what. More hair fell forward, and the black strands ended up completely concealing her facial features. She didn’t so much see, as she did feel the male coil this weird form about her being. He wasn’t touching her, but it was definitely suffocating. It didn’t intimidate her in the slightest, but she had to admit that he was definitely invading her personal space. His comment about her attire didn’t bother her. It was the reaction she wanted. With a slick of her right hand, she pushed the veil of black hair out of her face. As she did, she looked up to see the shadow form coiled around her. “Yes, I love the reactions I get from my attire. Sometimes it is just fun to fuck with people.” To tell the truth, she wasn’t sure how to respond to this form. It didn’t frighten her, but it did intrigue her. She wasn’t sure if he was completely non physical like her faze out power, or if there was a slight physical presence there. From the way it felt as he twisted about her, it seemed like here was something heavier there, something physical, but she couldn’t be completely sure. That should have been the sign to be weary, but not Damara. She viewed as a new toy, or a new puzzle that needed to be figured out. Damara opened up her empathy, and searched around. She found that he was not very sane, but that was probably obvious, as well as evil. On the surface, he seemed much like many other oddities in the world Curious about his current state, she reached out to touch it. |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 19 2006, 10:40 PM Post #5 |
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"Oh goody, so it's a case of the pot calling the kettle black rather than someone just being judgemental. I'm thrilled . . . " Sirus replied, obviously not entirely pleased with the response. "Though at least you admit you're far from normal as well. One step further than most would take, even though your input is still . . . disagreeable . . . at best." Granted, he decided not to rend her limb from limb right now since she took it upon herself to admit to being a freak as well, but it still wasn't enough to cause him to at least be remotely friendly towards the girl. Especially since he was never remotely friendly with anyone >_>". " . . . and what exactly are you doing that for?" Sirus asked, turning to glare at Damara with the crimson eyes that had replaced his own while in this form; the gleaming white fangs beginning to be brought to bear with little more than a hiss from Sirus. Physical contact was never something he liked, maiming and feeding on others being the exception of course, so obviously he was none too pleased. Despite looking like nothing more than a shadow, oddly enough the form Sirus had changed into felt something close to wet leather, and it tended to give slightly whenever force was applied to it. Then of course, there was the fact that anyone sensitive to dark energy as Damara was would of course feel an immediate flood of it eminating from Sirus upon contact. After all, in this form he essentially was darkness embodied; and also the most likely reason that his sanity was slowly being chipped away over time as he continued to use the power . . . |
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| Deleted User | Jan 22 2006, 03:01 AM Post #6 |
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For now, she ignored his words. He wasn’t saying anything of much importance to her anyway. When her fingers made contact with what she thought would have been nothing but shadow and air, she didn’t retract her hand. Instead she kept it there, touching that odd feeling surface. Even for her, it felt kind of nasty. When she did retract her hand, she cupped it in her other, and rubbed it in her fingers. She didn’t’ like the feeling at all, and was trying to rub it away. Now that she knew how he felt, she suddenly wanted him very far away from her. She glared into his red eyes with a look of disgust. The look was soon followed by her simply walking straight through him. He had his powers, but she also had hers. One of them luckily being that she could completely phase out, and become non-physical. Most people would feel like a brush of coldness when she passed by, due to her aura. What he would feel, she had no clue and really didn’t care. One she stepped few paces away, she turned to face him again. “I prefer you not coil around me again.” She didn’t like touching him physically, but she could explore more mentally. Using her vectors, she reached out to him, and touched his body. He wouldn’t be able to see her use the power, however, he would feel the invisible limbs probing his body, and through his body. |
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| Seth Wynd | Jan 22 2006, 07:21 PM Post #7 |
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"And I would prefer you stopped touching me, whether physically or with whatever powers you might have. I'd also like to know exactly what it is you're still here for . . . " Sirus said, narrowing his eyes at Damara as he turned to face her again. He stopped moving towards her when he was only inches in front of her, then decided he should probably leave his shadowform for a while; he wasn't fond of the idea, but he was beginning to approach the last reserves of energy he had to use the power. Just as quickly as he'd transformed into the shadow, he was once again back to his normal human form. If she did try anything, he could just as easily turn back and defend himself, so it wasn't as great a risk as it seemed. "Why exactly are you still here. You don't seem to be doing it for fun, and I'm beginning to wonder if you aren't with those fools from earlier . . . " |
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