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Post by Sadae on Jan 23, 2007 18:55:52 GMT -5
...a howl...
A howl had broken the silence that head been between the two male hounds and perked the large white one's attention. He low growl was the first thing that came to him, but he then stood up, sniffing the air. Another messed up scent, another mutant. He listened carefully, trying to measure up this new being through the sound she made. It wasn't very big, foot steps light and he could tell from her scent that she was atleast a female.
When the creature was revealed to be what looked like a white wolf, the growl returned. She was rather small and seemed like a timber, but when she opened her wings, the growling stopped and he gave a slight snort. "Welcome..." He said in a slight gruff voice. Talking all day did that to you after all, especially if you weren't a social butterfly.
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Post by v e n.geance♥ on Jan 24, 2007 19:09:58 GMT -5
♥
Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor
[x]Loneliness, eerie solitude as I drifted away from reality. Sitting in silence upon the damp and moistened ground my mind lost within the inner core of my dream box, my mentality slipping from me… I can feel it, my charcoaled oracles glossing over in a since of emptiness. The vacant expression forming over my façade taking over as I wondered with in my mind, though physically I was sitting, just sitting upon the forest floor, do you know understand what I mean. My visionaries became dull from lack of moisture, my surrounding of the lush green jungle fade away, the visions occur again. The surrounding fade back, I am in the same spot, yet something is different, for now I am in a different state of mind. If you can not tell I am different from my sister, she is just cold I am truly evil, insane deranged, yet I can feel it. A gust of wind blows through out my feather like fur as she appears from the dim lighting, and the fog tool form and coloration became attached and it is now that a light grey devileess walks the world taunting me so, blaming me for its death, ”Mother…I did not…mother please…its not my fault!” A snarl is released from the creature, and I begin to remember the death of my mother, the human, the noise, the end.
1) Nothings wrong with me 2) Nothings wrong with me 3) Nothings wrong with me 4) Nothing's wrong with me
[x]The creature walks forth, and its jowls open… I can hear it speak “You didn’t save me Anck-Su-Namun, they murdered me…and still you have yet to avenge my death. How dose it make you feel Anck-Su-Namun that my dead corps rots in a pit of maggots you watched them kill me daughter… and you did nothing!” I tried, believe me I tried, but the chains were too tight, my ankles to frail, I lay there broken as they murdered her, a scar from which my body still has troubles with on cold mornings. I whimpered aloud, though if any could hear me they would not know why. They could not see this ghost, an ever haunting phantom that haunts me. I remember the prison, the eerie silence I was born into, the sound proof cases me and my sister were often stashed in for testing, that’s over now pathetic fools, you see humans, when you injected my mother with your chemicals and altered DNA you changed the whelps inside. You deformed us wolven creatures with in. Because of you I carry wings of a bird, my vision is enhanced, my size is smaller, my ankles will forever ache, you tormented me, and now I’m demented, I have many strengths and many weaknesses, so know I will bring upon your death to avenge my families pride. Yet I regain myself from my thoughts and the grey wolfess that as once before me snarling is now moving closer, my breaths slow for it seems like a split second and she feels so real as she nuzzles my neck, again her voice sound with in my ” Vengeance will be both for you and me my daughter…avenge me you must, for if you don’t, ill be the death of you” The ghost backs away and it disappears back into the back of my mind of which it came. I scream in my own dream box , Mother! Mother come back Pointless, she is gone, she has been gone for the last two years of my life... Why is it that sh only haunts my, why is she only after me, none other can see her, Sister, sister say that you see her, I have asked yet she said I was crazy, I am. I am demented, deranged, do you wish to see cold, I’ll show you an ice age where even hell freezes over, are you ready?
1) Something’s got to give 2) Something’s got to give 3) Something’s got to give 4) Something’s got to give
[x]I awake, still sitting yet free from, my daytime nightmares. The howls pierces my harks and I can tell it is my sister, she has found others from what I can tell. Instantaneously my eagles like talons scratch the grounds as I begin to make my way towards my sister. Her call intrigued me as I heaved my barrel through the brush holding my sails close to my feather pelted sculpture. others now, really, this will be interesting My words rang with in my brain pan not to be heard, nothing in this entire time was said aloud I keep to myself more than any will ever truly. My footsteps were that of normalcy, I had no reason to hide, for if any tried to kill me I would cut their throat, I am programmed that way. I follow the scent that passes through my nares and so I can hear it, I can smell, I can almost taste the others. I step through the clearing and their my sister is with others. My talons scratch the ground as I resisted all urge to slit the throats of others and to see their blood leak upon the ground, my hatred runs deep, a hatred I hold for all creatures. My ivorn skull looks over towards my sister, ” I see why you have called me Nineveh, now to what do we owe this greeting?” I stand proud beside my sister, and make an announcement loud and clear to the alignment before me, I be Anck-Su-Namun, dose any challenge my belonging here? My words cut straight to the venomous heart as my tones were both daring and arrogant, I would hate it if any did, I wouldn’t want my insanity to snap in front of everyone now, at least not yet, are you prepared, are you ready, I am take me or leave me, ill find a way to live
1) Nothings wrong with me 2) Nothings wrong with me 3) Nothings wrong with me 4) Something’s wrong with you
[c] songbodiesDrowning Pool occ.ll. eek sorry its so long!
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Post by Miss.Murder on Jan 25, 2007 19:45:05 GMT -5
Occ:*Must Keep Up*
Greetings? What kind of greeting is that of a true hell bound mutant? Are they truly my mutant kind? I thought to myself as I do all too often. Hum they seemed so like me but I could not feel further apart. Even my sister was close at my black heart, but we have chosen two very different paths. Some may ask how different can we be if we are both black hearted monsters, but to me I feel so distant when it comes to the pelt the covers us and are personalities. It was just so different if you truly knew some one. You shared the past the pain and the hunting memories how can you be so different. Well we have handled the trauma much different. I well just keep to my self alone with the exception of my sister. And well my sister is never truly alone of so she tells me. We both have are curses some we were given at birth others we have set upon ourselves. So does this raven and crimson mutant know what she is getting into as she welcomes me into the land. Ah I think not but she better will learn and fast because here comes my sister. Are you ready?
I was now pushing through my stone crown for my options. Most of my options left all dead besides myself and my sister; that idea always appears in every situation and it sound so appealing. The thought of warm blood covering my smoke washed maw as she ended the pathetic life of others sounded more tempting with each increasing second. For at the moment all lives before were pathetic unless proven other wise. And only three have prove the position and those be my deceased mother my imprisoned father and of course my sister who stands side by side with me as always. Well my mother is dead and my father a prisoner do they really count as the ones I trust? My father is a prisoner so lost in his own hatred of man he could not see my plan to escape. Well the plan was both mine and my sisters. And then my mother is dead so can you trust the deceased? Of course you or at least this is how I see it. Are we not all dead or at least we mutants? We live only in the body scared by human hand and are mental state is not stable or at least what I have seen. So can you tell me different? I had not spent the time with my mother as my sister was so lucky to be able to do so. No as soon as I can remember I was imprisoned with my father and that was a hum let me think of the word…. A true in lighting experience well one that has scared me for life.
As the courses pass thought my mind and I come to my decision; watch and wait like a true predator ready to kill at any moment. my sister speaks and her lyrical voice is music I have heard so many times. Hum the words sound so like her threaten any one who disagrees with her presence. And why not we had nothing to lose and they oh they would loose their life’s if they dare challenge us or for a matter of fact if they challenge either one of us. Either way they don’t stand a chance. So it is my turn to let my lyrics ring through the dense jungle. Well brace your selves. “Now now do you honestly think any would stand a chance? That would not be fair…So greetings now is it that quite funny. Tell were you greeted as you entered the hell we are all prisoners too?” I spoke with a silky cold voice which I had always been granted. And as I spoke I started with words intended for my sisters harks but all could clearly hear for like her I was hiding nothing. But as my lyrics halted my words changed path to the wolf who had greeted me as I entered. No can she see what has been brought down upon her I hope she is quick on her paws for this avalanche is falling from grace and can de you killer. So be quick or you will meet your fait at my paws.
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Post by Sadae on Jan 25, 2007 21:25:53 GMT -5
(Aren't they in Scarr's view now? I'm confused.)
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Post by Miss.Murder on Jan 25, 2007 21:32:08 GMT -5
Occ: Yah they both came and in plain view Oh what ever is in bold the said alowed other than that it is there thoughts Any thing other than that? Between the .... in my post is when she turns to talk to you
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Post by Sadae on Jan 25, 2007 21:40:44 GMT -5
((Yeah Scarr acknowledged their prescence in my last post. Or atlest Nineveh.))
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Post by Miss.Murder on Jan 25, 2007 21:43:42 GMT -5
;D Occ; Yah her sister just came and started talking while standing next to Nineveh So is every thing clear
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Post by Sadae on Jan 25, 2007 21:51:09 GMT -5
(Yep)
Scarr growled, watching the two sisters with growing annoyance, one for the show of dominance and arrogance they showed upon foreign lands. "Why have you come upon these lands?" He said with a growl, showing his annoyance to the two. "Are you both here to join the P4 army?" He asked, the one good eye he had, narrowed a little as he looked over the two hounds. They must have been related, afterall they had similar body types.
Sisters... He thought to himself, standing and swishing his tail a little.
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Post by v e n.geance♥ on Jan 31, 2007 17:31:27 GMT -5
♥
Perpetual motion the image won't focus A blur is all that's seen But here in this moment like the eye of the storm It all came clear to me I found a shoulder to lean on An infallible reason to live all by itself I took one last look from the heights that I once loved And then I ran like hell
Dust begins to fall through the ground; I look around at my surroundings and I know that death shall come. My oracles glare at all before me. My audits rest in the silence that fell after my words, my façade turns towards my sister as I see she has been lost in thought once again, as always her mind twist in its ways as she takes in all that has happened, and when I say this I mean more than what has fallen before your eyes now. Our entire past, I know that look of vengeful hate, and pitiful pain, yet lucky for her she was not cursed with insanity like I, no her father did not haunt her awakened mind, for my dearest mother haunts more than just my nightmares. I look upon the ashen brute before me, at the moment he is silent and I have no fear that he is questioning my belonging, yet then again why wouldn’t he. I belong no where, I have no true home no destination, in a sense I am merely a ghost trapped in a strange world. I observe my company, though my sisters image is marked forever in the back yet I observe the brute before me, the scar tissues have corroded o’er one of his oracles and he bares the tag of the human mark around is nape. Ah, a color upon his porcelain coat, yet that is it. He dose not truly show the genetic mutating that I do, no he merely looks as if he was tortured.
I count the times that I've been sorry Now my compassion slowly drowns I know, I know If there's a time these walls could guard you Then let that time be right now
My auds listen as my sister begins to ramble, he speech long, unlike mine which is normally straight to the point. Yet she speaks and soon after he replies. His voice challenges mine in his dominance, first mistake brute I will rip your throat out. He speaks and I hear his inquiries, yet for the time being I ignore them as I take a stance and my wings spread wide, ”Shut it brute you hold no rank over me, challenge me again and it will be your blood that feeds me.” lyrics that are normally spoken with anger were cool in my voice, for I am a seductress yelling has no benefit for me. Within my larynx deep rumbles are set free, Is this an army? I need no comrades when it comes to murder, I commit my sins with out an accomplice, yet for now it is merely shelter I seek until I get my bearings around here, and if it is that in order to do so, then yes I am here as a recruit. My maw breaks with a smile as I laugh in my insanity, I am quite unstable, Greetings it is sister, welcome to hell. I have a knack for being sarcastic in my ways. Yet I refold my sail and place my rump upon the ground. Now now kids cant we all p-ay nice? Yes indeed we can for we are all ghost haunting a memory, would you like a look, no it would scare you beyond beliefs to take a look inside my demented mind. My warm rather attractive coat flutters in a gentle breeze, yet my coat is different for it is like the wrapping of a bird, feathers. I sit, let him try to attack me, it will be his death, let him accept me, I shall move on, your choice now brujo, hurry pick.
Now I'm standing on the rooftop Now I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall I think I'm at the edge now but I could be wrong I'm standing on the rooftop ready to fall [/right][/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Sadae on Feb 7, 2007 19:00:17 GMT -5
"So you seek refuge?" He asked, his tail swishing slightly out interest. Quite the cut throat, this one that had spoken to him. He would have just attacked, but it seemed she did not understand the way things worked around here.
"Well now...if you are not here to help...why should we accept you? Afterall, if you were to join this show of yours would have you executed. But where are my manners?" He said with a light grin. "I am Scarr, this army's right-hand man. Now then...if I am to let you here and trust you even alittle, you'll have to tell me your names." He said before sitting down. He wasn't too convinced that they should be allowed into the army. Afterall, they didn't seem to know their place and if they had nothing to offer the army, why should they join.
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Post by Morsus on Mar 28, 2007 17:31:56 GMT -5
((Damn, I forgot about this. >.<))
"Do you want to know anything about P4?"
Morsus nodded and raised his right brow. He grimaced quickly, as he had forgotten that this one had stitches in it, which painfully stretched the skin a bit. "Oui, monsieur. I've been thinking... how exactly does one join this army of yours? I believe I could be of some service to the cause. After all, I have nothing better to do with my miserable life." The 'hound never let his eyes off of Scarr as he spoke.
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Post by Sadae on May 27, 2007 23:15:29 GMT -5
HE nodded as he watched the hairless hound. He thought on the matter for a momment, his ears flicking forward and his one good eye looking Morsus over carefully. He was silent, as he sat before him, taking in each of his features.
"And how can you be of any help to us?"
He asked as his ears flicked in every direction as he kept alert of his surroundings. He gave a light grunt, his white tail thumping the ground behind him.
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Post by Morsus on Oct 23, 2007 16:47:08 GMT -5
"And how can you be of any help to us?"
The hellhound shrugged suggestively, a tone of confusion in his voice as he spoke.
"I... I have not given that though as of yet. Perhaps I could be of service as a kind of scout...? I am not exactly the best runner..."
At that he flexed his back a tad, as if to show the six spines sticking out if it. A hinder to his movement speed and to his spine flexibility.
"... but I do have a hearing ability that is quite helpful. Or mayhaps I could to help populate the Army..." He almost started giggling as he said the last sentence, as so far in his life he hadn't bred once, but wondered what it was like. From what he heard, it could be fun, or it could be deadly.
Morsus grinned at Scarr with admiration.
"Whatever job it is you choose to bestow upon me, I shall take it gladly."
((Haha, I'm in love with the way I make this guy talk. No apostrophes in his speech, he's sickeningly formal.))
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Post by Sadae on Oct 23, 2007 17:33:22 GMT -5
The hound nodded a little, almost absentmindedly as if he were thinking of something else. After a moment's pause, he looked back down at Morsus, his ears perked up slightly. Anything dealing with running would definitely not be a good thing to put him in charge of. He was very unsure a lthough he did like this new hound.
Yawning a little, he moved closer to Morsus looking him dead in the eye before he began to speak. "For now, you will be allowed into the army, you will recieve your rank once we figure out what to do with you." He said before walking away from him. "Now then, you are free to explore your new home." He said before laying down on a large rock.
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