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Post by november on Jun 2, 2009 19:57:30 GMT -5
"Chogan!"
It all seemed so dark before her voice pervaded the shadow, chased away the boogiemen. Her bright eyes were looming up towards him, lips drawn back in a smile, her small body a wiggling ball of fur.
"C'mon, Chogan, you said we was gonna go fishin' today." Her insistence brought a smile to the weary, emaciated monster's face, and he was glad. Glad that she felt no fear when she looked upon him, and glad that she was too young to understand how dangerous he could be. The awful part of him.. it was willing to admit that it was glad that she had been hurt so much by her father that his own horribleness paled in comparison.
Bone and flesh were moving in sync together, happiness and misery made joyous.
A brutal yell sounded, and in the dream, the Wendigo swirled about with saliva flying from his bared fangs. A tribe of indians were rushing the pair, led by a man old and toughened by cold and wind, his red skin stretched taut across aging muscles, callouses harder than metal armour. And at his side bounded a bear like wolf of brown fur, whose fangs were suddenly inches from the dark child's face, and the old man's spear was flying at the monster's forehead as the beast flung himself up..
wendigo were horrible creatures, despised and disgusted, and they were the very omen of death and evil
The beast awoke with a scream equivalent to a tortured man, body aching, stomach growling for a meal of real meat. Fresh suppurations upon his legs leaked a sticky yellow fluid, and his lips were tattered and bloody from being chewed subconciously. His breathing was fast and shallow for a few minutes, indigo eyes wide and unseeing as he attempted to gather himself from the nightmare. It was the same nightmare, always the same one, always Carmike died, and always Hassun flung his spear into the monster's skull, and Chogan never died, and ALWAYS DID THE WENDIGO KILL HIS FATHER.
After several long minutes, the beast's breaths came easier, deeper and calmer. He rose awkwardly, as would a large horse, and began to move on his narrow yet powerful legs. He was walking; walking to where, he could not have told anyone. To find food, he supposed. He was tired and hungry, and the gray skin stretched taut across his diamond-hard bones ached with the pain of the bites he had inflicted upon himself. He just wanted a touch of relief.. nothing more... was it too much to ask for such a fervent sinner?
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Post by Zephora on Jun 4, 2009 21:59:11 GMT -5
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[/font][/b][/size][/color] Aggitated. It was a feeling that I felt right now, for even as the moon lay high up in the heavens, I still couldn't find sleep. My muscles were tense, twitching beneath my beautiful coat of avalanche white, and the ache upon my nape caused me even more discomfort. I didn't know why, but I kept having this same old day dream, it didn't want to go away. I growled then, rolling to my stomach as I then stared down upon my forelimbs. What the hell was wrong with me?
Looking about myself, I then drew in a breath, releasing it in a sigh that snaked past my kissers with ease, sounding much like the hiss of a snake. I listened, my ears then flowing forward as I allowed my lids to fall over my eyes, now focusing upon my breathing and the things about me. My chest felt so tight, as if someone had taken a vine and simply constricted the hell out of it, and the muscles of my back didn't seem to want to unwind. I didn't know why I was in this state, but it was bothering the hell out of me. I looked up to the night skies then, now seeing that the moon was at its highest, now blanketing the forest in a light that was bright enough for someone to go for a walk beneath. A walk.. perhaps that's what I needed to do..
I rose to my tendons then, stretching out my hind legs until their thighs and tendons were brought into a sweet tension before I simply stepped forward to release it. My pelt shifting forward along my shoulders till my hackles bristled, I then slipped into a graceful bow, repeating my stretch, though only focusing upon my frontal limbs as I brought them to a sweet tension before relieving it as I stood upright. The night was young, the moon high, and I was aggitated.. Maybe a stroll was just what I needed.
I soon took off down a path on my own, my steps at their regular pace, yet shrouded in sheer silence, for I was used to stalking prey constantly. I looked about the forest floor, my ears flowing forward along my lovely head, my amber eyes peering deep into the darkness as my nose twitched, taking in the misty and musky scent of the forest that was asleep before and all around me. As I moved though, I could pick up a new scent.
Finding it captivating I slipped away from the path I had been walking upon, my gaze sweeping the forest floor only to see the dark sillhouette of something strange in the distance. My muscles that had almost been brought to sheer relaxation due to the forest's song of crickets then wrenched up slightly, my skin then pulsing and I was sure that if I had been a tree, my bark would have groaned. I looked ahead of myself at this strange sillhouette, then lifted my maw as I looked it over and gave whiff of the air that came off of it as I stood at a distance of about fifteen feet from it. It was a strange scent, and I wasn't sure that I liked it, but it wouldn't stop me from stepping on forward and figureing out just what the hell this statue -like thing was.
Lifting my right paw hesitantly I stepped forward then, my pelt rippling and rolling over the muscles of my frame, my vision remaining upon the being before me. "Hello?" I spoke.. though I was betting that as soon s I got to this thing, I'd realize that it was nothing but a dead tree of some sort.. Yet, I still called out again. "Hello, are you there? Can you hear me?"
[/b] I asked, my ears pushing forward erectly upon my skull as I continued to approach it. And as I came to stand about three feet from the left side of the object I stopped, leaning slightly to my left as I tried to look to the thing's face. That is.. if it had a face. [/size][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by november on Jun 18, 2009 11:40:56 GMT -5
The dark nose of the emaciated beast twitched slightly. The transparent lids of his indigo eyes slid back and forth, white pupils searching. A strangled tongue slid across tattered, ruined lips.
There was a scent upon the air, hot, warm.. delightful.... He angled his bones carefully, searching with extended senses through the land immediately about him. The whiplike tail twitched behind him. Food would be welcomed. It had been some time since he'd fed upon more than moss or his own skin.
It was even nearer. He was certain that it could see him in his entirety now. And it was also certain that the prey would more than likely believe him as being a dead, decaying body, for the stench that billowed away from his body of bone and gray skin.
But then there was that voice. His tattered ears twitched. Hello? Hello, are you there? Can you hear me? How naive she must be, to call out to him. She must not have the slightest idea. Perhaps his sabers were invisible to her. Perhaps she could not see the slow, steady pulse of his rib cage. The bones of his paws flexed slowly, scabbed soles feeling the earth with caution. Getting an idea of his whereabouts. She would be.. a foot or so to the right, he thought...
But she was speaking to him. His conscience was fighting a losing battle, screaming in protest as it often did before a kill. His own skin was perfectly edible, and it would grow back.. For the first time in quite some time, he felt a desire to listen to that small voice. She had spoken to him, after all.. speaking to him rarely happened, and particularly not with any concern behind it as she had.
Slowly, he reared his ugly head and rose to rest cautiously upon his bony haunches, indigo eyes glaring into her own as he waited for her to fear him so that he would be justified in killing.
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