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| Requiem for the Ignorant Masses [P]; ~Divschatten~ | |
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Wed Oct 22, 2008 11:00 pm Post #1 |
 
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Warning: If you are squiemish, do not read bellow.. Blood, it was everywhere, it decorated the walls of the house, ran down the walls, and pooled at the floor. The man's guts were strewn about in a festive way as if someone had been in an esepcialyl macarbe mood and decided to rip out the intenral organs of someone and use them as Winter Festival decorations. Greymatter was smeared on the banister as a woman's body was torn open, leaning over the railing, her entrails were slowly pouring out of her body, her face controted into a scream that never got the chance to escape her lips. In the children's rooms the scene was just as grissly. In the girl's room her body was litterally mangled in such a way that it was as if someone had tried to juice her body of all its blood, and that blood was sprayed all over the walls. In the two boy's rooms there dead faces were contorted in fear, their bodies cut in half, still attached by their guts. All of the bodies had their heart's missing.. In one of the rooms upstairs sat a man, though it was hard to tell because of the dimly lit house. His form was wraped in darkness. He sat in a rocking chair, sipping from a wine glass whose's contents were the freshly plucked, strained, and juiced hearts of his victims. "Ah such sweet sorrow, it whets my palette, this edible fear of humans. Such silly creatures.." |
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| Lynthaer Golthry | Fri Oct 24, 2008 11:27 pm Post #2 |
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The night was still and silent, not even the sound of crickets permeated the air. The smell of decay filled the air, accompanied by the sweet stench of human life blood. It came from a small house, two story, on the edge of the small village of Kellen. the very one the masked Lynthaer was standing outside of at the moment. Moon glinted of his black, grinning mask, and his eyes glowed brightly in the night. The scent of this place had drawn him as the candle often drew moths. Except he was a large, blood gorging, vampiric demon moth, but the metaphor worked still he thought in his mind with smile. He observed the door blocking his entrance to the building, no hurry to get inside. The very scent of the place indicated there was little to no fun left to be had its residents, thus little reason to rush inside. Or to surprise whatever fiend might be running rampant through the house. Turning his head, he peered over his shoulder at Aether. She stood a little ways away, and didn't seemed to be focussed on him at the moment. He watched her for a moment, just wondering what was going through her mind at the moment. He never was one to understand others. Most of the time his conversations with others consisted of words like "Gods No! AAAAAAAAH!" What they were thinking mattered even less normally, but she was possibly a greater mystery than others. Turning his eyes back to the door, he averted his thoughts from AD. He could talk to her about certain things later. Now, he needed to be concerned about who and what lay on the other side of this door. With a whisper, his set his hands blazing. This action was quickly followed by a strike to the door, sending the wooden boards flying across a blood soaked room. Taking a couple steps forward, he entered said room, eyes taking in the carnage. Obviously there was someone here who took to Lynthaers style of fun...or perhaps eating habits he thought as he noticed the chests were ripped open. Lynth knelt down next to the man who lay in multiple pieces strewn about the ceiling and wall in a festive manner, and peered into his chest cavity. Ribs were torn, cracked, a few were missing. Lynthaer snorted and rose to his feet. "So," he said in a normal tone. "Where are we having are little feast my fiendish fiend?" |
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Sun Oct 26, 2008 12:31 am Post #3 |
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Yaksha stepped through the doorway, a look of pure darkness on his face. He looked at the rooms, and smiled politely. "Well well, quite creative aren't we?" He nodded to the man in the rocking chair, his tongue flickering out quickly and carefully. "I must say, I like what you did with the place. Xion, isn't it? You're quite the oddity, m'boy. So...I'm curious, m'boy. How do you expect to get away with this? It won't be easy, I can tell you that..." He laughed wryly, his hands in his pockets. |
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| Aether Draka | Sun Oct 26, 2008 4:46 am Post #4 |
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Aether Draka didn't mind her ventures about Imythess with Lynthaer. He was her best friend and even though she was still upset about what had happened in Taras, she was sure who was to blame for that. His sense of smell had caused them to pause at this house. The last time that they had visited this quiet little village, it had been in her little quest to find or make a Centaur. A wonderful success in her mind. They had killed many horse and riders that night that she had discovered that Lynthaer still walked Imythess. Before that, she had thought him killed, and in truth he had been. Now undead, a vampire... it didn't matter to her, he was still the best friend she had ever found. Ever, not just in Imythess. Not once had he ever harmed her. He had done quite the opposite really. While Lynthaer went before her to the source of the smell, she let her sight cast around for any other eyes watching. She was only satisfied to enter the house behind Lynthaer when a small lack cat, her own familiar, came from the shadows to sit itself in the middle of the street in a completely cat-like manner. AD smiled at thing and turned her back to the streets to trail behind Lynthaer. She had no interest in the dead, the blood, or any of it. She believed that interfering with beings that had nothing to do with angels or demons was a completely pointless venture. Half didn't even understand what she had been living for all her life, or at least all the life she could remember. Battles won or lost, allies won and lost in the same manner. Her gaze settled on Lynthaer as he spoke. She was here to watch his back, not because he asked her to, but because she wanted to. She kept her silence for the moment though, her fingers trailing to the single pouch at her side. |
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