07-27-2017, 09:59 PM
What survived might not be kind, but it’s me |
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Siren's Summit
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07-27-2017, 09:59 PM
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07-28-2017, 03:59 PM
MORTUUS NOX I'm evil to the core. What I shouldn't do I will What I wanna save I will kill His body drug him into this new land. It was just opened by Kaos; this world was so different from Helovia. His demonic crown lowered to allow his body to blend and mold into the darkness. Cracked hooves carried the weight of his heavy muscles and scarred body. His gray eyes glowed in the tones of darkness. Others always said the eyes were the portal of the soul, but what if there was no soul? What did that mean? He was damned to the pits of hell. His soul was sold and given away for immortality. Was this all worth it? Sometimes the beast wondered if this gift should have been deemed a curse. It was handed down by generations of immortal beasts. Nox feared that if he ever had a child, the poor thing would be cursed with the same damning fate. The world was fucked up. Why did all of these Helovian's bring children into it? Emotionless eyes looked into the morphing world. It changed and shifted into new scenes and views. Maybe, if he had some what of a heart left he would take a moment to look around. Honestly, the demonic soul did not care. Shadows danced over his body looking like creatures from hell. Monsters of the shadows welcomed the beats into their home. Hell was satisfied with where their little demon has ended up. His thick legs carried him like a dead body. He was death; he was the shadows, he would have been the dark mist of the rift if he was a spirit. The wolf pelt of the fallen god rested on his back. Little did the beast know that this was his land. This was the land of the corrupt wolf god what he wore the hide of. Maybe the shadows seem to welcome him because, they wanted to take something of his now. Maybe they were watching him, waiting for the right time to strike. For now, the beast did not play into those sinister thoughts. Something caused the shadow lurked to lift his heavy horned skull. There was a woman, another best standing in this land. His head tilted to the side. HE watched her for a moment. His dead eyes floated over her curves she was different. Something was off about the woman; she seemed like she was from here. This place appeared to meld with her form. The stag waited for a moment. His hide blended and merged into the shadows of the border. A grin fell across his maw as he watched a little creature scurry. He followed the ugly little beast out into the light. The overcast caused his scars to bleed and drip crimson blood from his hide. Stone colored eyes looked to the monument in the middle of this land. His head tilted as he looked to the worn down markings. "I feel like I have seen this monument before. " His husky voice rumbled with heavy Latin tones. Blood dripped from his skull and onto the ground. The warm crimson liquid streamed down his legs and trickled from under the wolf god pelt. "Is this your home? " His expressions are blank and unreadable. No emotions find its way to the demon. He could have passed for a dead body; he was cold, lifeless, haunting, and eerie. "talk talk talk" @Kahli table code by tamme
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07-28-2017, 10:44 PM
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07-29-2017, 06:38 PM
the Rift
Long, skeletal limbs move, whisper quiet, through the dark dusk—their movements are slow and fluid and prowling. The flaps that cover the sceletus’ nares move slightly with each humid breath, scenting the air and harboring its venom. There. The silent, large, graceful, but slow predator scented blood. So it prowled through the trees, pale and long neck tall and snaking through the young limbs as pale eyes searched and searched for prey… Dark tentacles around his face twist and writhe in anticipation; though they, too, are silent. Even as the creature nears the obsidian stones and it can feel the heat rolling from the living, breathing prey. So he prowls, closer and closer—a noiseless hunter, though judicious eater. The flaps on his face suck in with a deep breath— And he expels his venom from his face, a shooting gob of white-clear and paralyzing goo. But he aims it only at one creature; he is not a greedy predator. One equid is more than enough to fill his skeletal gut.
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07-31-2017, 06:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-31-2017, 06:31 PM by Mortuus Nox.)
MORTUUS NOX I'm evil to the core. What I shouldn't do I will What I wanna save I will kill The woman sputtered. She did not hesitate to speak with the beast, the demon of the underworld. He was not sneaky nor was he trying to hide from the woman. Nox simply preferred the peace and quiet of the shadows. She asked if he has been here before. A low rumble of a chuckle came from his chest. His tangled tresses shook his head no. He simply said he feels like he has seen it before. The woman was quick to put words in another mouth. Cold gray eyes do not lift their locking glare from her form. "No I have never been here. I am not from here... I was forced here" His voice was heavy from the pits of hell. His bloody brow raised looking at her as she continued to speak. The woman had everything but her name to say. Black horns tilted to the side with a smile. It was not pleasant, nor was it warming. It was cold and heartless. It was evil and from the depths of hell. The stag listened as the girl asked if he should seek a healer. "No. Another did not inflict this, nor is it self-inflicted. It is a curse. That's what happens when your family sells your soul to the devil. " He does not contemplate on the subject any longer than he has to. There is no reason why the woman needs to know the reasons behind his bleeding. "If I could be healed, I would heal my self." His monotone words whispered through the air. She tells him she is visiting; then she asks a question that drug his attention back to her face. Ebony colors of his pelt glowed with the crimson liquid, and the beast turned to look at the wolf pelt. This woman had to be from the Rift. What would happen if he told her who's hide this was? Gray eyes looked off into the shadows. The leaves whirled around in the wind like playing demons. "Thank you. It came from the land I once lived in. It was a gift from the Goddess of the Moon. " His answer left everything hanging. The demon knew what happened to those who leaked too much information. "I am Mortuus" Heavy accented words tones wrapped around each word. Everything was only quiet for a moment. The demon knew all too well there was a quiet before the storm. This was hell after all. Hell was never quiet. Stone colored orbs turned to look into the shadows just in time. "MOVE! " His powerful voice roared at the girl. White goo started to shower from the sky. The glob was large and hard to dodge. Cracked hooves shuffled quickly as his heavy body leaped into the water. Blood turned the clear water crimson. Stone eyes looked behind him as he walked up on the bank of the other side. "What the fuck is that?" His head tilted and gray eyes narrowed upon the pale beast. He pulls from his magic deep within his soul. Aging bone would hopefully turn it to dust. This is if his magic would work on it... "I have seen a lot of beasts in hell... That is one I have not seen yet.." "talk talk talk" @Kahli @Rift Presence table code by tamme |
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