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| On the Run; [P] - Posudo - Expect gorey discriptions | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Fri Sep 19, 2008 5:30 pm (364 Views) | |
| Zyke | Fri Sep 19, 2008 5:30 pm Post #1 |
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Blood splurted out threw the punctured hole in the boys chest, Zyke's spear ran through him from behind, his hand clamped across the now dieing boys throat. Licking his lips at the thought of what he was going to do, the anticipation at the fresh meat, so young, so tender, so juicy. With blood spluttering out of the young boys mouth and dripping through the gaps in his hands, Zyke twisted the spear in his left hand, a sucking noise wrenching as he pushed it fowards further through the boys chest. With the body finally running out of blood, it dripping and pooling under the body, Zyke dragged him further back into the allyway, needing to get deeper into the darkness. Throwing the body on the ground, Zyke dropped his spear to the ground, it clanging against some of the loose rubble on the ground. Whipping his head round to face the entrance of the allyway, Zyke tensed himself incase someone came round to see what made the clanging. With 2 minutes passing and no one appearing, Zyke dropped onto his knees and reached his hand down to the dead boys chest, wiping some of the blood onto his hand and licking it off. A shiver ran down his spine in anticipation of the juices flowing through him. Bending lower, Zyke grasped as the open wound, the torn flesh hanging limpy from the spear wound. Licking his lips, Zyke took a small bite from the flesh, taking a few seconds to naw it from the body, his eyes lighting up at the taste of the flesh, the blood dripping down his throat, the flesh chewing up in his mouth, his molars working it into smaller parts and into a paste. Swallowing the small amount he had, Zyke grinned at the small feast he had now. All to himself. A high pitched scream broke the air and the silence surrounding Zykes meal. A young woman and her bloke were heading into the allyway giggling insanely. Zyke, in his state had not heard them straight away, so obsessed with his meal, and so they had walked into the allyway and seen him hunched over a dead body. Rsising quickly, anger in his eyes that they were out to get him, a member of family from the boy he had killed, Zyke picked up his spear, blood still hanging limply from the bladed end. Taking a jump towards them, Zyke brandished his spear, his teeth showing in a growl, stained red from his recent bite and drink. The couple ran screaming for the guards, and Zyke ran, running for his life. |
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| Posuda | Fri Sep 19, 2008 7:26 pm Post #2 |
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Posuda was on his way out of the town, he had packed his gear in the inn he was staying at - making sure noting was left behind. He started walking towards the outskirts of the town that would eventually turn into plains as he walked further north. On the way he saw most of a family mourning over a fallen body, blood from the man along with a clear fluid - possibly spinal fluid. Whoever did such a act should be punished, only seeing the now pale legs of the corpse, but when he saw what looked like a tooth mark, Posuda knew that he must bring the man to justice for defiling the man's dead body. He froze, he knew he could not simply just bolt in a guessed direction with the weight of his pack. Instead he climbed to the roof of a nearby build and saw a man running in the distance, it was possible that Posuda could intercept the man. He bolted towards his guess of the direction of where the man was going. After a minute Posuda found himself in a empty stretch of alley - he must have guessed wrong - but right there, running towards him, Posuda was a bit frozen with confusion as the man continued to barrel towards him. OOC: Do what you wish, if I continued this from where I stopped I'd be hard to not godmod. |
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| Zyke | Fri Sep 19, 2008 7:49 pm Post #3 |
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Zyke was afraid now. They were all there. All of them out to get him. The village was against him. The guards, the government, the every day normal people, the nobles and the animals. They'll give him away. All of them. Out to get him they were. Gathering around him. Why couldnt they stop? Why did the haunt him! With Zyke's thoughts spiraling out of control and his reckless running towards the northen exit of the village onto the plains, Zyke was oblivious to the steeled fellow in the middle of a road. Armed with a spear and buckler, he was standing in Zyke's way to freedom. His escape against all those out to get him right now, all those behind him that were against him. Rearing up viciously from his hunched hurtle, Zyke raised his spear in two hands and rammed straight at the tall stranger, the stranger that was there to hurt him, the stranger that was there to hold him for the others. Steeling himself, Zyke hurtled straight at him, standing as tall as he could at 5"9. With his blood still boiling from the flesh of the boy, his anger and fear at the crowds gathering behind and the man standing in his way, Zyke's rushing could easily end in an entangle of bodies and limbs, but Zyke cared not. His teeth barred in a growl of hate at the stranger, still stained slightly red from that boy, his chin still with some driplets of blood slithering down the rivets, Zyke's hate fueled his escape attempt. He needed to escape. He had to escape. Why were they all there? Why were they out to get him!?! ((OOC: You can choose whether to dodge or end us in an entangling mass of limbs.  ))
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| Posuda | Fri Sep 19, 2008 8:11 pm Post #4 |
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On a random tangent of thought, Posuda's mind told him to tackle his legs, seeing that the spear was raised high. At a almost subconscious level of speed, his body responded. He charged towards the man, all ducked down to take out his legs as fast as he can. He did not raise his spear, in fact, he had forsaken his spear seconds before charging - knowing that going straight forward and killing him would serve little cause. The moment of the charge was slow, like a stray daytime reverie. The apparent slow pace of the time did not help any but scare him. He could not move as his eyes watched what happened at seemingly away from his body. Gray clouds slowly move on their course across the village, blocking out some light and giving every sight of the town a grim appearance. Posuda's point of view ruptured quickly, like a bubble popping in the wind, he new he had just ran straight into something, pressure intruded every inch of his body, and warm blood trickled down his forehead. It seemed that he had a rather close call, but there was not time to look up. He grit his teeth and continued trying to move his legs as fast as he could to pick the character to somewhere. |
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| Zyke | Sat Sep 20, 2008 7:30 pm Post #5 |
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Zyke's eyes widened in shock as the stranger dived low under his raised spear, attempting to tackle his legs and bring him down. Screaming something totally incomprehensible, Zyke felt his legs buckle as he was thrown forwards over the stranger, his legs being dragged backwards. Lashing around himself viciously with his spear in his right hand, the butt of the spear swinging round and smacking into Zyke's back as he fell forwards and eventually onto the ground. Writhering on the ground, Zykes fingernails still with the remants of skin and blood under them, Zyke attempt to roll away, his hands grabbling at the ground and at the stranger, attempting to rip at him, tear at him, bite him if he got close enough. They were coming for him now. All of them from afar were coming, coming to get him, coming to kill him. "Get off me! I'll eat you b****rd!" Zyke shouted out in between his incomprehensible ramblings of death and everyone out to get him. |
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| Posuda | Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:21 pm Post #6 |
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Confounded wretch! Posuda seethed, recovering from a bite from the stranger. He felt weakened by the bite, but he knew that the man could not bee allowed to run away without justice being brought upon him. The man was slightly stronger than Posuda - enough so that slowly in the wrestle the man was gaining the advantage. But the sight of gore on the man's teeth and under his fingernails emboldened Posuda with a feeling of righteous indignation. The bites and scratches were muted out by this sense of justice caught in Posuda's mind. Each scratch was recognized, but was little beyond that. Despite Posuda's sense of righteousness his muscles were failing his mind, he ignored this, but that did not delete the fact that he was about to simply collapse. Groans where subconsciously emited as he held onto the last vestiges of strength, the crowd was closing in. Thoughts of retreat were being filtered through his mind, but he reached a conclusion - never. |
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| Zyke | Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:38 pm Post #7 |
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He was still holding on. That stranger was stopping his escape, was stopping his life! They were all closing in on him. Zyke could hear the shouts and the screams from behind him, the way he had came. They were getting louder and lights were coming too. Lashing out again, his nails drawing a small amount of blood mixing sweat and dirt into their clothes and skin, Zyke rolled again, his knees working to escape, all the way the strangers grip held him tight, held him for the others to take him and kill him! With his fear gripping him of the crowds that would be forming around him, everyone of them hating him and trying to kill him, his paranoi going into overdrive, Zyke wripped out of the strangers grasp. Feeling the strangers hands still holding on, Zyke bit once more deeply into the strangers shoulder, biting hard and deep, blood starting to swell through the marks he made, his tongue licking the small driplets up. But still he struggled, the fight to escape, to run from the masses that were out to kill him for no reason. They were all against him, they were all seeking his imprisonment and downfall. |
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| Posuda | Sat Sep 20, 2008 9:24 pm Post #8 |
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Partially out of pain, but mostly out of other thoughts, Posuda rolled away and relinquished his grip. He rolled to the spot where his spear was held against the wall of a building. A grabbed his spear, and checked on his shoulder - a shoulder that was now profusely bleeding. He stood holding his weapon, in front of the man. The hunting party was behind him. The storm clouds above were now at a halt, the breeze grew it's strength. Posuda stood in front of the man with his spear in hand, he asked to the crowd what should be done with him. |
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| Zyke | Mon Sep 22, 2008 7:26 pm Post #9 |
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Zyke felt the hold around his upper thighs release and let go, the pressure slightly crushing his side rolled off leaving him free to draw huge breaths. Scrabbiling forwards, Zyke grapped his speard that had rolled further down the road a bit, his hands slipping from the small amounts of blood and saliva that had dripped from his opponent and from his mouth respectively. Snarling as he rose, Sealamin rose up into a hunch while his opponent grapped the spear that was propped against a wall to the side, a crowd gathering behind him. They were all against him now, all of them trying to kill him, to capture him. Screaming viciously at them, still small amounts of the blood stained on his chin starting to run from his dripping saliva. Spinning round to the opposite direct where there were a smaller amount of people clustered. Running at them screaming abuse with his spear thrust ahead, most of them moved to the side out of fear. One brave fellow took a butt to the side of his head when Zyke viciously lashed out at him, and then he was running again, he needed to escape this place, everyone here in this whole village was against him. |
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| Posuda | Mon Sep 22, 2008 10:05 pm Post #10 |
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This man must be stopped, he is a risk to the entire crowd Posuda thought as he stood there watching the man's attack of a man in the crowd. He did not know what his course of action should be, he stood there for a moment of thinking - allowing the man to attack the crowd more - until he got it. He had a idea, but he stood there for a moment again to ensure he should do it. He whipped out his arm and threw his spear at the man, aimed for his back. He knew that he did not have time to react, and see if he had made his target. Instead of insuring a hit he started sprinting -which was rather slow, he was tired from the grappling already- towards the man, to retrieve his weapon, and possibly he would have to wrestle again. Maybe still he completely missed, but he would still need to retrieve it. He looked into the air, wondering if it was about to rain be fore looking around to where the location of his spear was. |
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| Zyke | Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:41 pm Post #11 |
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Zyke snarled with fury at the person nearest to him, his face looking scarey in the dusk, blood still stained on his face, his teeth, his clothes and covering his fingers slightly. Yes, he would be disturbing to see from someone who had just left a pub to see what the comotion was about. Zyke screamed out abuse again as a spear thudded into his lower right leg, ripping through it and coming cleanly out the other side ripping his skin open to the side of the bone, blood starting to poor fast from the deep cut, already the blood could be felt swelling and dripping down his legs. Getting up from his kneeling position quickly, Zyke glaned round in fear to see the stranger chasing him again, closing ground rapidly, even though he seemed slightly tired. The crowd were still behind him, and several community guards were following, fully armoured and would easily take him out. With fear gripping, Zyke broke into a stumbling run towards the forest on the edge of the village of Kellen. If he could just make it to their, he could lie low in the forest till morning. No one had really got a good look at his face with the lack of light. |
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| Neil Calhoun | Wed Sep 24, 2008 11:36 pm Post #12 |
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OOC: Oh! I nearly missed your post here! Too lazy to loggout at the moment. Maybe I could drag in my 'male' guard secondary character in. _____ POSTING AS POSUDA Posuda was glad to see his throw making it's mark. but the man ran off too quickly. Posuda stared at the crowd, there was a momentary silence as people looked to see if any of them was hurt. Shortly, most of the crowd dissipated with nothing interesting happening. But after a minute a core of the crowd stayed - the core group was hell bent on vengeance, justice, or simply they were guards. Posuda spoke to the core group, they had to be organized to hunt this man down. It was official that one hours time before sunrise they would start sweeping the town and outlying area for the man, in time the man will be caught. Rest and planning was needed. |
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| Zyke | Thu Sep 25, 2008 9:54 pm Post #13 |
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Zyke stumbled past a tree and dived into some bushes, throwing himself forwards and down, hoping to conceal himself in the darkness and closeness of the trees, shielding him from the people hunting him. Lying still, Zyke listened intently for several minutes, and satisfied no one was coming, he slowly started to make his way through the forest, his skill in moving slowly and without noise coming immensely handy, even though he did step on a few twigs. The darkness was not that hard to see through with Zyke's Drow heritage, having the best of both worlds, Drow and Human. Exiting onto a path leading away from Kellen, Zyke set out, unkowingly, towards Norwood. But right now, anywhere was better than Kellen right now. |
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