08-19-2017, 04:28 AM
08-19-2017, 04:28 AM
08-20-2017, 02:53 AM
If only—if only—that were it.
If only this mare’s one brush with the nightmare were just that: a quick scare and bolt in the darkness of the rainforest.
But the nightmare isn’t done. Sharp black teeth gingerly move in an alien jaw that doesn't quite line up correctly after her well-aimed kick. So the terror lopes through the trees, with a silent and grotesque grace.
Despite its soundless movements and adherence to the shadows, the glow of the tendrils on its back and in its skull give away its location. Sort of. For no matter how hard you try to focus on the Walker, your eyes keep slipping away. Like trying to remember the details of the dream already forgotten…
Rest assured, the Walker does not forget.
If only this mare’s one brush with the nightmare were just that: a quick scare and bolt in the darkness of the rainforest.
But the nightmare isn’t done. Sharp black teeth gingerly move in an alien jaw that doesn't quite line up correctly after her well-aimed kick. So the terror lopes through the trees, with a silent and grotesque grace.
Despite its soundless movements and adherence to the shadows, the glow of the tendrils on its back and in its skull give away its location. Sort of. For no matter how hard you try to focus on the Walker, your eyes keep slipping away. Like trying to remember the details of the dream already forgotten…
Rest assured, the Walker does not forget.
the Rift
08-22-2017, 12:12 AM
My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul
Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?
I've lost the parts of me that make me whole
I am the darkness, I'm a monster
Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?
I've lost the parts of me that make me whole
I am the darkness, I'm a monster
He comes crashing through the dense verdure like a madman on a rampage, the only giveaway to his approach the rustling of the thick growth, the massive ferns and undergrowth bowing to the side as his sleek, catty form barreled forward, the cloak that whips and whirls behind him masking his footfalls.
The scent of the reclusive creature is what sets him off. He had heard countless stories of Walkers as a child, and he remembers vividly the way his mother would warn him from ever drawing close to them, should he ever be so unfortunate to encounter one for himself. For a long time, he had suspected his mother was doing nothing more than weaving lies in a futile attempt to frighten him, or simply to entertain him all those years ago, but that had been before he and Jaeger had come face-to-face with one themselves.
Ever since his birth, the sombre Prince has been capable of taking this form, but since returning to his homeland, he’s found it to be… well, different. No longer is he the low-lying predator capable of blending in with his surroundings, nor is he able to climb high into the trees above and simply watch the world around him in silence. No; now, he retains his normal size, and the transformation from eloquent equine to lanky feline is far more painful and torturously long than he remembers it to be.
Still, perhaps this abnormal change in his magic will aid him more than it will hinder. At least one fact remained the same; claws and incisors caused far more damage than hooves and blunt teeth ever could.
Plunging from the foliage, Kratos leapt towards the Walker in its pursuit, jaws held open wide as they sought to latch deep into the luminescent tendrils that sprouted from its back while his claws attempted to bury into the Walker’s opaque skin. A weak spot, he had hoped the tendrils to be, or at the very least, a short distraction to allow the crimson-stained draft a small advantage to escape. ”Go quickly,” he wishes to tell her, but doing so would be foolish when his focus needed to be entirely upon himself and his quarry.
’Just stay away from its teeth,’ he repeats to himself like a ritualistic chant, but the voice in his head is not that of his own - it's Jaeger's. ’Just stay away from its teeth!’
"Talking talk here."
08-24-2017, 07:07 AM
08-24-2017, 10:42 PM
A scream.
But not the scream of words. No, this was a scream that echoed throughout memories; it was one to haunt dreams and nightmares like; one to awake you in a cold and terrified sweat.
It sounded, on and on and on, as feline teeth sank into the Walker’s tender tentacles and sharp claws gouged its unprotected back. And from this terrifying, wounded cream birthed a blackness; so complete and resolute that any caught in the lightless cloud emanating from the Walker began to forget. The darkness robbed memories, ideas, thoughts, and sense of self was lost to the Walker’s shadowed scream.
Until, abruptly, it ended.
The mare’s two-toned horn plunged to the Walker’s heart. It twitched, constricted, and spewed out blood, visible through its transparent skin. A few writhing snaps of its black, sharp, gleaming teeth; a last agonal breath—and then stillness.
A rare nightmare of the ancient Rainforest was dead.
But not the scream of words. No, this was a scream that echoed throughout memories; it was one to haunt dreams and nightmares like; one to awake you in a cold and terrified sweat.
It sounded, on and on and on, as feline teeth sank into the Walker’s tender tentacles and sharp claws gouged its unprotected back. And from this terrifying, wounded cream birthed a blackness; so complete and resolute that any caught in the lightless cloud emanating from the Walker began to forget. The darkness robbed memories, ideas, thoughts, and sense of self was lost to the Walker’s shadowed scream.
Until, abruptly, it ended.
The mare’s two-toned horn plunged to the Walker’s heart. It twitched, constricted, and spewed out blood, visible through its transparent skin. A few writhing snaps of its black, sharp, gleaming teeth; a last agonal breath—and then stillness.
A rare nightmare of the ancient Rainforest was dead.
the Rift
Congratulations
- It has black teeth
- Its back and tendrils are vulnerable
- Its scream causes a blackness inducing magical amnesia and loss of self
Additionally, in killing the Walker, you may take one of its tentacles! If you would like this added to your character's records, please post in Account Updates!
Item - Offensive: Walker tentacle that induces magical amnesia and loss of self while wrapped around living thing.
08-27-2017, 10:08 PM
My heart's an artifice, a decoy soul
Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?
I've lost the parts of me that make me whole
I am the darkness, I'm a monster
Who knew the emptiness could be so cold?
I've lost the parts of me that make me whole
I am the darkness, I'm a monster
His teeth have an immediate, deleterious effect on the Walker. Its shriek fills the ethereal darkness all around them, sonorous and surely reaching every destitute corner of the Rift and all those unfortunate enough to inhabit it. Dark ears lie flat against his head in a futile attempt to block it out, yet still the jaguar’s might is unwavering, and briefly Kratos is aware of the mare’s promise not to leave him as well as her assistance in bringing an end to the menacing creature that is the fuel of nightmares.
As the crimson-backed mare manages to run her horn through the heart of the beast and ultimate brings it to its demise, the jaguar’s coat illuminates brightly as its soul is torn away from this world. And then, something strange begins to happen. It’s impossible to see, the blackened smog that emits from the Walker and seeks to purge the memories of any close enough to be caught in it. Before Kratos can consciously release the now still Walker from his unyielding grip, the smoke wafts all around him and snakes through his nostrils and down into his throat, initiating a deep, rattling cough as it begins to take its hold. Staggering backwards, he shakes his head as though it is something he can simply shake away like a cobweb or a persistent insect, but he would not be so lucky.
Helovia, Jaeger, Persephone – even what had just happened, the memories are all unjustly robbed from him. For a moment he grows still where he stands, looking on at the mare, at his savior if one would be so bold to say it, with a fleeting look of confusion. And then, it’s as though a switch is flipped – the Estanzian Prince is gone, and only the predator is home.
The low, rumbling growl that forms deep in the back of his throat is a portent to death, the look in his eyes no longer innocent with confusion but tainted now with the desire to chase, to taste the mare’s blood on his tongue.
His lips draw back, crinkling the velveteen, whiskered skin to reveal long canine teeth, and without another moment of warning, he leaps forward with claws outstretched towards what was now his prey.
"Talking talk here."
ooc - Well this isn't going the way I had expected it to! x'D Thanks, RP!
09-06-2017, 09:00 AM
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