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They mostly come at night, mostly. (Open)
Sept 19, 2017 18:43:33 GMT
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Post by zzxz on Sept 19, 2017 18:43:33 GMT
Timeline: After Frozen Echoes
Previous Threads: After Frozen Echoes
Characters Involved: zzxz , Open
Location: Lower Manhattan
Monsters, the nightmares of mortal men made real, tangible. Almost always with a shred of humanity within them, a redeemable quality so that when they are vanquished, they can be brought back from the darkness. Even its kin shared in this feature, all those of their ilk sheltering some semblance of humanity within.
But not them.
They were no monster, with no counterpoise to speak of, no more or less than what they were. A simple creature, driven by an individual interest in survival, consumed by a singular purpose, a purpose with no rhyme or reason, just an attribute that defined both what it was, and what it did.
Hunger
Neither for what, or why mattered, nor would it change anything to know, it would not stop them, they couldn’t be bargained with, couldn’t be reasoned with, and where unable to feel pity or remorse .They could taste the scent of their prey, feel the blood coursing through in its veins, the delicious aroma it emitted only being enhanced the more terrified they became, the harder they tried to flee.
Sometimes, when desperate, they would just capture whatever prey they could, taking immediate sustenance over the possibility of a greater feast that could be had, but wasn’t a certainty. However when it could be allowed, when they were suitably sated, they could bring their prey to the very peek of terror, the crescendos of consternation flooding bodies and minds with the very stimulants that they craved and hungered for.
Like fetid ichor seeping from a wound they dripped from the porous mortar, running down the red brick behind her like cruor, the thick black alluvium gathering and pooling, forming droplets and dripping to the ground in wet glops, all but deafened out by the driving rain.
They could taste her fear, the exquisite aromas exuding from her every pore, with every fear bated breath, a pungent and piquant perfume of lusciousness. Slowly gathering together once more, the puddle began to rise, taking form as tongue began to flick from side to side, unnaturally long and flexible, droplets of rain dripping as it curled and writhed while flat white eyes began to form.
She had been unaware of just how truly terrifying darkness could be, though always more wary during the night. Wary of muggers, thieves, rapists, all genuine concerns, especially for someone in her situation. Single and far from family, living in the city and desperately trying to make ends meet, spending her time working as a designer, hoping for her creativity to be recognized.
And it was.
Her mind, awash with thoughts and ideas, patterns and templates, the vibrant colors the very reflection of what they saw instead, a nervous system fluorescing in shocking yellows and greens, the electric orange and pink of fluid pumping around. Every notion, every imagining releasing floods of vivacious intensity, rising from her in chromatic effervescence. In every way to them she was the perfect prey.
All it had taken was a single drop as she walked amid the mewling sea of pedestrians, the smallest of fragments of themselves, trickling down her hair, hugging and caressing the individual jet black strands until making contact with skin. Slowly running along the back of her ear and avoiding the edge of her fingernail as she attempted to scratch away the annoyance of what she could only think was rain. Ultimately conforming to the surface of the inside of her ear, a brief and minor sensation, as though a drop of water had entered the ear itself, gone as fast as it came.
It took some time, to bring her to the point that they were ready to feast, as with all good cuisine, it shouldn’t be rushed. Minutes passed before she heard the whisper, a hushed, serpentine voice coming from inside her own head,
‘So young’
The brush of words released a flood of adrenaline, horripilation set in with a shudder as she tried to push them deep and far away, all the while increasing her gait in an attempt to leave it behind, her heart rate raising and pupils slowly dilating. Unaware of what loomed overhead, flowing along the buildings, watching.
‘So… Beautiful ’
The words echoing through her mind in perfect clarity, looking around desperately trying to find their source, gathering herself as she broke into a trot, nervously dancing as her stilettos skittered on the rain slicked flagstones, desperate to escape whatever lurked in the shadows.
Her mind running amok, the darkness combined with the voice, the slightest shimmer of shadow or flicker of light made her jump, flinching at the slightest of stimuli as the voice continued, even though no other could hear.
‘So Perrrrfect’
The word slithered over her, causing skin to crawl and sweat to break, the sound of her own heartbeat drowning out the rain, feeling like it wanted to burst out of her chest, causing her breath to be heavy and hard, she had to get away, she had to run, where didn’t matter, just away, away from whatever this was.
Discarding her shoes, she broke into a full sprint, running, fleeing until she could no more, unsure of where she was, placing her back to the wall before falling to her knees. Was this all in her head, the effect of a long day on a creative mind? Had she imagined it?
Feeling something wet touching her cheek her hand raised to clasp it, solid and slime ridden, the pink tendril flicked lightly across her skin, finding herself unable and unwanting to turn around, feeling breath on the nape of her neck. Any and all hope in her heart faded away, replaced with a cold sorrow and sobering terror.
‘Weee Taaaste Yoou’
Attempting to stand, but unable, her mind desperate to decamp once more but her body refused. Looking down to the reflection cast upon the puddle below, her heart became lost in a labyrinth of obsidian flesh and pallid eyes. Able to do little more than whimper.
Previous Threads: After Frozen Echoes
Characters Involved: zzxz , Open
Location: Lower Manhattan
Monsters, the nightmares of mortal men made real, tangible. Almost always with a shred of humanity within them, a redeemable quality so that when they are vanquished, they can be brought back from the darkness. Even its kin shared in this feature, all those of their ilk sheltering some semblance of humanity within.
But not them.
They were no monster, with no counterpoise to speak of, no more or less than what they were. A simple creature, driven by an individual interest in survival, consumed by a singular purpose, a purpose with no rhyme or reason, just an attribute that defined both what it was, and what it did.
Hunger
Neither for what, or why mattered, nor would it change anything to know, it would not stop them, they couldn’t be bargained with, couldn’t be reasoned with, and where unable to feel pity or remorse .They could taste the scent of their prey, feel the blood coursing through in its veins, the delicious aroma it emitted only being enhanced the more terrified they became, the harder they tried to flee.
Sometimes, when desperate, they would just capture whatever prey they could, taking immediate sustenance over the possibility of a greater feast that could be had, but wasn’t a certainty. However when it could be allowed, when they were suitably sated, they could bring their prey to the very peek of terror, the crescendos of consternation flooding bodies and minds with the very stimulants that they craved and hungered for.
Like fetid ichor seeping from a wound they dripped from the porous mortar, running down the red brick behind her like cruor, the thick black alluvium gathering and pooling, forming droplets and dripping to the ground in wet glops, all but deafened out by the driving rain.
They could taste her fear, the exquisite aromas exuding from her every pore, with every fear bated breath, a pungent and piquant perfume of lusciousness. Slowly gathering together once more, the puddle began to rise, taking form as tongue began to flick from side to side, unnaturally long and flexible, droplets of rain dripping as it curled and writhed while flat white eyes began to form.
She had been unaware of just how truly terrifying darkness could be, though always more wary during the night. Wary of muggers, thieves, rapists, all genuine concerns, especially for someone in her situation. Single and far from family, living in the city and desperately trying to make ends meet, spending her time working as a designer, hoping for her creativity to be recognized.
And it was.
Her mind, awash with thoughts and ideas, patterns and templates, the vibrant colors the very reflection of what they saw instead, a nervous system fluorescing in shocking yellows and greens, the electric orange and pink of fluid pumping around. Every notion, every imagining releasing floods of vivacious intensity, rising from her in chromatic effervescence. In every way to them she was the perfect prey.
All it had taken was a single drop as she walked amid the mewling sea of pedestrians, the smallest of fragments of themselves, trickling down her hair, hugging and caressing the individual jet black strands until making contact with skin. Slowly running along the back of her ear and avoiding the edge of her fingernail as she attempted to scratch away the annoyance of what she could only think was rain. Ultimately conforming to the surface of the inside of her ear, a brief and minor sensation, as though a drop of water had entered the ear itself, gone as fast as it came.
It took some time, to bring her to the point that they were ready to feast, as with all good cuisine, it shouldn’t be rushed. Minutes passed before she heard the whisper, a hushed, serpentine voice coming from inside her own head,
‘So young’
The brush of words released a flood of adrenaline, horripilation set in with a shudder as she tried to push them deep and far away, all the while increasing her gait in an attempt to leave it behind, her heart rate raising and pupils slowly dilating. Unaware of what loomed overhead, flowing along the buildings, watching.
‘So… Beautiful ’
The words echoing through her mind in perfect clarity, looking around desperately trying to find their source, gathering herself as she broke into a trot, nervously dancing as her stilettos skittered on the rain slicked flagstones, desperate to escape whatever lurked in the shadows.
Her mind running amok, the darkness combined with the voice, the slightest shimmer of shadow or flicker of light made her jump, flinching at the slightest of stimuli as the voice continued, even though no other could hear.
‘So Perrrrfect’
The word slithered over her, causing skin to crawl and sweat to break, the sound of her own heartbeat drowning out the rain, feeling like it wanted to burst out of her chest, causing her breath to be heavy and hard, she had to get away, she had to run, where didn’t matter, just away, away from whatever this was.
Discarding her shoes, she broke into a full sprint, running, fleeing until she could no more, unsure of where she was, placing her back to the wall before falling to her knees. Was this all in her head, the effect of a long day on a creative mind? Had she imagined it?
Feeling something wet touching her cheek her hand raised to clasp it, solid and slime ridden, the pink tendril flicked lightly across her skin, finding herself unable and unwanting to turn around, feeling breath on the nape of her neck. Any and all hope in her heart faded away, replaced with a cold sorrow and sobering terror.
‘Weee Taaaste Yoou’
Attempting to stand, but unable, her mind desperate to decamp once more but her body refused. Looking down to the reflection cast upon the puddle below, her heart became lost in a labyrinth of obsidian flesh and pallid eyes. Able to do little more than whimper.
