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Posted on January 24, 2014 at 04:23:04 AM by D'MANACO
The forest is full of a dark ominous energy. It crackles through the night air and sizzles between the shadowed columns of trees in the forest, choking and smothering in a smog of malice. Nothing moves, nothing dare to make a sound. Hushed are the birds and crickets and small nocturnal mammals that would normally skitter about in the undergrowth. They know. They sense his approach and they wait with baited breath for his foreboding shadow to pass, sending up a silent plea that his venomous eyes do not catch them in his sights. Dub-lub Dub-lub Dub-lub A sickly sweet melody lures him, pulls at the varg's voracious, bloodthirsty senses like the seductive song of a siren. pewter-capped helm is slung low before powerful shoulders, jowls gaped and frothing with a carnal, unholy hunger. Flesh, blood, carnage! He demanded and devoured, taking no mercy upon whatever hapless body came within reach. Monstrosity feels their tiny heartbeats pounding in his ears, the copper twang of Life's Blood taints the forest with it's lurid temptation.... leading him, showing him the way with unerring precision. Chaos incarnate, the beast stalks through the wood, leering eyes glittering, all senses tuned in to that distinct scent trace- Not the smell of rot and decay associated with a cadaver, but the crisp heady aroma of First Life. Of Fresh, warm wriggling bodies that would slide down the throat with such delectable ease... -------------------------------------------------- I stir, feeling the familiar fog of disorientation closing in around me. It smothers me, silver-grey plumes that lap at my face and sides where I lay inside this colorless dream-scape. I know what this means. I lost control. Again. Magmatic gaze blinks open, canary pupils dialating in an attempt to adjust to the strange lighting of the sunless, moonless place. It was a struggle, but I already knew what I would see. A big empty void. Neither black nor white but every shade of gray in between. There was no discernable landscape. No trees or rocks or rivers... nothing to tell me where I was, or why This was the place I kept finding myself in. This massive, vacuous nothing.... Purgatory. I sit up slowly, feeling a strange weight upon me, as if Gravity had ampliphied tenfold, invisible shackles attempting to hold me in place. I could have stood up, could have fought against the unseeing bonds that held me, searched for an exit or anything familiar. It would be futile. Been there, done that. There was nothing to find, nowhere to go... and thus I curl back into myself, hoping the episode would pass, hoping when I opened my eyes again it would be to blessed sunlight. It wouldn't matter that I'd rouse in a strange place, covered in blood and dirt and filth without recollection of what I'd done in my lapse of unconciousness. It was hard, even to recall now, what I'd been up to before my Demon had consumed me and tore the reigns of my self control from me. It wouldn't matter... So long as I could see the sky and feel the grass beneath me. Anywhere was better then here. Anything was better then this feeling of being... Powerless ---------------------------------------------------- Dub-lub dub-lub dub-lub dub-lub The sound! The Wretched, Beautiful, Taunting lullaby... It resonates, emenating through the trees with persistent sacrilage, calling the Diabolic across the tumultuous terra-firma. And heed that call he does. Before him the path widens, the forest thins, but the bohemuth does not notice, does not see for the world has fallen away; so that nothing exists except that scent, that taste... tantalizing the palette of his cavernous maw. There is a crater in the Earth, half-hidden in the lee of a hillside beneath a tangle of exposed tree roots. The Source calls from within. The pungent aroma of afterbirth saturating the hyper-sensitive lining of the demon's flared nares. He drinks of the scent greedily, engulfing it with euphoric maccabre. The volatile barbarian was closing in, soon his stomach would be filled with the warm juicy bodies of squirming babes. Nothing would keep him at bay for he was an unstoppable force. ---------------------------------------------------- "....D'Manaco...." Ear prick. What was that? A sigh... a murmur... my ears playing tricks on me in this Dead Space? "...D'Manaco..." Head snaps up, eyes opening to scan the ghostly plumes of vapor slithering through the dream-scape. OK, that time I definitely heard something. I sit up and shake myself off, but as usual, I could see nothing distinguishable within my surroundings. "Hello?" I speak, feeling foolish. "D'manaco.... Come here..." A soft voice echos, a silver tenor that is suddenly so overwhelmingly familiar. It' so real, so vivid and yet so velvety-soft. "M...Mother?" It couldn't be. Surely not... she was gone, long gone. "Come... My Son" She beckons, and suddenly my legs are moving. Generating motion of their own volition, and I come because I can do no other. I wander, the trek feeling aimless as the scenery never changes. The fog rolls and swells, waxing and waning in great waves that wash over me, disorienting and dizzying. I feel as though I am going in circles, but every time I begin to think I was imagining things, perhaps becoming delusional that voice rings again- clear as a crystal bell. Finally, there is a shape in the distance. A figure that coalesces out of the monochrome haze- and she burns as bright as a white flame. I stop dead in my tracks, sure my eyes would burst free of their sockets, so wide were they with shock. "D'Manaco" She breathes, a tender smile caressing her lips. "Mom!" I run to her, crashing into her silken fluff, and though I am an adult grown, here it were as if I was a cub again, as she curls her paws around to embrace me and draw me further into the warmth and security of her body. "My Cub... I have missed you so," She murmurs whisper-soft into my ears. "Mother, where a I? Why am I here?" There was so much I wanted to say to her, and yet this is all I can muster to speak. Her svelte tongue washes across my brow in a kiss, and she leans back to look down at me, but her smile is gone. A grim line now plasters her face and her eyes glitter with an unfathomable emotion that makes me shiver. "What?" I dare ask. "D'Manaco... you must be strong, you must fight It" A feeling of dread crept over me. ---------------------------------------------------- The bolt-hole is small, but the insatiable hunger of the Diabolic will not relent. He covets the mouth of the small burrow, rampantly digging heaps of earth and root and rock. His blunt talons and massive paws make quick work of widening the opening. This was the escape route of some She-wolf's den, and I knew deep within she and her cubs would be snuggled down safe in their bednests... unaware and blissfully ignorant of the Evil and violence coming to rip them from their nightmares. His breath comes heavy and ragged, grunting with impatience and elation. Plumes of vapor curl from his notstrils, the mantra of their heartbeats thundering like war-drums in his ears, egging him on, fueling his ire. each scoop-full allowing him to slide deeper and deeper into the den. Finally the long tunnel widens to fit his mighty girth and his slithers down inside. Suddenly twin sets of eyes flash from the darkness and as the beast's sight adjust to the cumbersome gloom, two large shapes come into focus, and curled into the side of one of those massive shapes were the source of that all-consuming Craving. Tongue slides sanguinely across exposed fangs, lips peeled back in a jeering sneer. A rumble of barbaric thunder roars from within it's chest and the monster lunges from those plump little bodies... and the mother who covets them. (( OOC: I'm going with the idea that Harridan has a back exit to her den, otherwise I wasn't sure how D'manaco would pose much of a threat with Abe at the front of the den. Hope that's Ok??)) † D ' M A N A C O † 365 Heavens To Destroy Bastard † 5 years of Filth † Single Wraith † No Hellish Domain † Monster Spawn of Abraxas & Teagan |
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- YOU SHALL KNOW ME BY THE TRAIL OF BLOOD - By A B R A X U S January 31, 2014 at 02:23:51 AM
slouching in the corner booth; - By HARRIDAN February 1, 2014 at 10:43:13 PM
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