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Post by Haruka on Mar 28, 2006 7:05:39 GMT -5
Darkness descends upon the land slowly as the day slowly gives way to night and the sun fall beneath the horizon, as if it'd drowned in the moon's approach. But it was not gone just yet, the mountains in the distance were still painted a brilliant orange glow and the fireflies were only just barely beginning to come out, just barely. A few stars poked out of the darkness forming overhead but they were so dismal compared to the sun's brilliance that they were barely seen. Most creatures, particularly ones interested in nature, would find such a sight to be gold for the eyes. It was a shame that this particular being wasn't looking at a damn thing at the moment...
Instead, he was leaning back on his steed, a monstrously sized saber toothed tiger whose eyes were glued peacefully to the sunset. In the werewolf's lap was a book, his prized sketchbook where everything he was never to say or let effect him were trapped, all the ideas and feeling that would corrupt his public image were tucked away, never to be seen. Even as he drew now, there was no one looking at the image starting to appear, for they were never to be seen by anyone... Especially himself. What good would they do him then? They were used to vent, to forget things that plagued him. If he were to look, they'd all come rushing back in a flood of merciless thoughts and accusations. No, he would not look...
Continuing his drawing mindlessly, the tall boy gave a sigh, finally looking up from the dismal piece and landing his ice cold gaze on the significantly darkened sky. The stars were a little more obvious now but the lycan cared not about them. He was simply resting his neck. He'd been out here all afternoon, drawing pretty much the whole time. He wanted to take a break, but he was not done venting yet. Again, he returned to the paper like a lazy man would return to the tv or a comfy chair after getting a sandwich. It depicted a human, most likely a boy, sitting cross-legged and slouched, and holding a mask over his face. The mask had a happy expression on it but the boy obviously wasn't the same. Out of the darkness the werewolf was in the process of coloring in behind the figure, the teeth, jaws and blazing eyes of a wolf could be seen lunging toward the slouched figure...
It was one of his best so far, despite being a simple pencil drawing. Now, if he could only finish it...
((Sorry about that, whoever replies to this. Just feeling a little depressed...))
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Post by Siy on Mar 28, 2006 21:30:20 GMT -5
Siy walked into the clearing, prized note book in hand, with a pen through the spirel back. He looked around the edge to find a suitable place to sit and write. Away from the other demons, shifters and most importantly real people. As he walked for a tree across the clearing he didn't notice the were sitting with his steed at all, his eyes were unfocused as he walked across the clearing.
When he reached the tree he had seemed the most comfortable to sit against, Siy did something that he would never do if he knew someone was around. He reached for the top of the linen strip on his right arm. He slowly unrapped his arm, the fabric falling to the ground, Revealing scars up the inside of his arms, across his wrist. His arm was so covered it seemed a lace of scars covered it. Siy reached for his left arm, again it revealed the heavy scars.
Opening his notebook he looked over what he had written before, all of his memories were in this book, so were his most dearly held scercerts.
"Pain is his art." Siy's voice a soft whisper on the lips of the wind.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 29, 2006 15:37:45 GMT -5
The huge smilodon steed lazing behind the werewolf looked up as the stranger made his entrance, his protective instinct initiating a very harsh stare. Not that his master couldn't take care of himself or anything, the cat just knew that sometimes the young lad could loose himself in something he was doing and a bulldozer could hit him head on and he wouldn't notice. Such determination and lack of attention to his surroundings showed even now. Even when all he was doing was coloring the empty space behind the figure, the lycanthrope didn't even glance up at the stranger. So, his cat did all the staring either of them would ever need..
But the werewolf could've cared less. There was nothing in his world at the moment, not even when the second party said something quietly. Though the sound was picked up by the lycan's hearing, it wasn't heard and merely went in one aud and out the other. The demon might as well have been a fly or gnat at the moment. Shifting his sketchbook where it lay on his knee, ice blue gaze looked nowhere else but the paper that told others so much of his thoughts, of his views, of his ideas and issues. It was strange how such a piddly piece of processed tree bark could say so much, as if the graphite gave it a voice and the werewolf was the source of the words to be said....
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Post by Siy on Mar 29, 2006 20:35:06 GMT -5
Siy sat with his head down, looking in his notebook. As he found an empty page he started to write, The sound of his pen scratching against the papper was all that Siy heard in the still night.
Siy stopped writting and looked down to his left arm, tracing on of the longer scars up his arm. Flipping back through his book, Siy came across the page he had written right after putting the deep gash in his arm. He had written the script with the point of the knife he used to cut himself. The spidery red script now a dried brownish red.
Siy through about adding more to the lines of scares with a fresh cut. Picking up a sharp rock and holding it in his fist Siy slowly and methodically cut into his arm. The blood welling up before running down his arm and dripping off his elbow to the ground. A hallow morbid laugh escaped his lips.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 29, 2006 23:08:43 GMT -5
Jorgan heard the laugh alright, his gaze growing very suspicious of the lad across the clearing. Growling wearily, he bared what teeth you couldn't already see in a threatening growl, which finally managed to yank Lucus' attention from his book. But it did not really bring it to Siy. Sure, the werewolf gave the strange boy a glance and snort but nothing more. He did however, smack his smilodon across the nose with a reprimanding "shhht". The big cat quieted and but refused to remove his golden gaze from the shady figure. The werewolf simply left it at that... he knew his cat had a territorial streak in him and he knew that he probably wouldn't stop growling at the boy for sometime, but none of that mattered to him...
Looking back down at his drawing, the lycan paused in his work, glaring at it like it had insulted him. Sighing softly, he proceeded to turn the page over, beginning a new drawing from whatever came to him troubled mind. He was thinking a skull... maybe a wolf and some rain or blood... Something liquid, normally free flowing but momentarily confined....
The scent of the other's blood twinged irritatingly in the lycan's mind but he didn't look up. He had enough stinking problems of his own to deal with someone else's. remembering his time at the camp, thinking of the lives he destroyed, the men he tortured, the werewolf tore the page he was drawing on right out of the book, crumpling it up and chucking elsewhere. With his mind shifted back to his past, it was time for the military wolf to resurface...
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Post by Siy on Mar 30, 2006 17:56:38 GMT -5
Siy gasped and looked up when he heard the beast growling. He stood slowly, not taking his eyes off the two. Grabbing the linen strips and his book Siy bolted into the forest. He had let someone see him in his weakest moment. Though he couldn't run very far, the blood lost was getting to him. Ducking behind a tree and slid down it, the rough bark scraping his back. Siy held his bleeding arm close to his chest.
The blood still flowed freely from his arm, Siy was always amazed by how much blood his body had, sometimes he would bleed for hours though he doubted that would be a good idea now. A cold smile spread across Siy face as he pushed hard on the wound to make the bleeding stop.
The lycan hadn't seemed interested in him even when he bleed himself in front of the wolf, but still Siy worried that he might tag his sent and follow him.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 30, 2006 18:18:07 GMT -5
The saber toothed tiger growled louder as the stranger bolted into the woodland, getting up as quickly as his old bones would allow him to move. He wasn't sure what was happening but the shock, surprise and fear that littered the demon's face and scent worried him. Was he going to set a trap? Alert some ninja spies that he'd been seen? Were assassins on their way right that moment?
"Jorgan, sit down."
The werewolf's voice cut through the strange silence that had fallen upon them, cold and uncaring. Closing his book softly, he shoved it in his desert camouflage and black book bag before slinging it over his cat's saddle, hanging it on a hook on the side. Sighing haphazardly, the teen strode off into the forest, walking at a very leisurely pace along the path the demon had run. His cat decided not to follow, sensing some bothersome turmoil in his master and finding it best not to interfere.
As Lucus made his way through the darkness, his keen sense of smell locked on his target, his slightly glowing blue gaze stared blankly ahead. Must be a first year, this one. his scent was fresh, new and untainted by the hell this school really could be sometimes. Not only that, but he had run off into the woods... bleeding. the creatures that lived out here would not treat him lightly while he was wounded. Who knew, maybe the Phantom Dragon would show up to take the kid's life or something. Might as well, he didn't seem to be enjoying it anyway.
Where Siy had taken refuge, just as the werewolf had predicted, was not the best of places. Across from his crouched position was a very large hole in the ground, easily 10 ft across. From within, something hissed menicingly... Out of the shadows crawled one of the biggest carnivores on the island: a Basilisk, a good 80 ft worth of carnivorous snake. This particular one was a bit of a legend on the campus. It was pitch black in color with a bright pink scar decorating the left side of its face. The students called him Blue, the big snake that had long ago killed 35 students and seemed to disappear. Many hunters and poachers went searching for it but it was never found. Some claimed to see him now and again... Now, his bright golden gaze stared down Siy in his moment of weakness...
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Post by Siy on Mar 30, 2006 21:33:39 GMT -5
Siy heard the hissing an wimpered, he was in no condition to fight something, anything. Siy scrambled backwards, around the tree. Tring to get up and run he came face to face with the lycan. Terror shone in Siy's eyes, as he tried to get away from the Basilisk. He continued to stand up and run away from the danger, not knowing that he left his note book against the tree. Siy kept pushing to get back to the medow, maybe to safty. Even if he didn't enjoy life Siy was terrified of dying, it didn't make sence not to him and probably not to anyone else.
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Post by Haruka on Mar 31, 2006 22:42:39 GMT -5
The snake watched its prey moved around the tree, following the boy as he darted away. Its huge scaly body slithered over the discarded notebook, causing it to sink most of the way into the muddy ground and dirt. obviously the snake didn't care.
Lucus however was still meandering through the trees when he came face to face with the kid he was searching for, who appeared to be terrified of something. Watching with curious blue gaze, the teen tunred to watch the stranger scramble back toward the meadow. Confused slightly, the werewolf was about to turn and follow casually but a loud hiss behind him made him freeze. Looking over his shoulder, he saw what he had expected. Blue, the huge ass resident Basilisk of the island and the werewolf's... friend.
However, the snake simply ignored the bweildered lycanthrope, slithering past at amazing speed and zipping after the fleeing demon, swiftly avoiding the trees with ease. behind him, lucus followed as well, a smug grin on his face. stupid snake...
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Post by Siy on Apr 1, 2006 20:30:35 GMT -5
Siy continued to scramble to wards the meadow, he knew the basilisk was catching up. The demon saw the break in the trees, and to feel the wound start to close. As he reached the edge of the trees he jumped into the clearing, smoothly transforming into his demon form before he landed. Though he was still in no condition to fight, he could run faster in this form.
Blood dripped down his front foreleg as sprinted as fast as he could, but the basilisk was still getting closer. Please don't let me die! Siy pushed himself as hard as he could, but somehow he didn't think it would be enough.
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Post by Haruka on Apr 2, 2006 15:10:19 GMT -5
The snake burst through the trees powerfully, sending numerous ones flying through the air in all directions. He hadn't eaten in quite some time and the demon he was chasing was just the right size for a good evening snack. Powerful body closed the gap between predator and prey, the streamlined body of the basilisk giving him the upper hand... or lack there of... whatever. His jaws opened slowly, a loud hiss escaping his compacted lungs and long fangs showing from his leathery top jaw. His hot breath created deep clouds of white smoke around his head as the wind pushed it back behind him. Inches from clamping down on the demon's soft flesh the snake suddenly hissed again, but this one was more high-pitched than the first....
He had stopped now, reared up and was waving his head about viciously, hissing and roaring in protest as blood flew from his only good eye. what appeared to be a very large dog had its jaws clamped over the snake's eye socket, having pretty much destoryed the eye within. Blood splattered all over the place as the basilisk tried to shake off its attacker. Not having a good grip on the slippery scales, the wolf let go soon enough, flipping in mid air to land on his feet nimbly. Behind him, Blue wasted no time turning about swiftly and taking off into the trees once more, only speading up when the smilodon let out a rumbling roar...
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Post by Siy on Apr 2, 2006 19:36:36 GMT -5
As the first perditory hiss came from behind him, Siy jumped to the side digging his front paws into the ground and twisting out of the way.
Skidding to a stop and seeing the saber tooth attacking the basilisk. Siy relaxed, now knowing that he wouldn't be snake food. The demon collapsed and slowly reverted to his human form, as the basilisk slithered off back to the forest Siy looked up to see the saber that had most likly saved his life.
"Thank you." Siy whispered and turned his face downwards, and tears started to slide down his face.
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Post by Haruka on Apr 5, 2006 16:39:21 GMT -5
With his gaze blankly watching the stranger from a far, the werewolf swiftly shifted back to his human form, his pants and shirt seeming to materialize as he went. However, the white trench coat he always wore was nowhere to be seen, lest one look back at the grey smilodon across the clearing who held the item between his massive paws. Sticking his hands in his pockets nonchalantly, the werewolf approached the boy slowly, minorly confused as to the reason he was crying as well as only minorly caring. He had enough problems of his own to try and deal with other's. Still, he wanted to be sure the demon had not been hurt by the basilisk, knowing very well that Blue was one of the most venomous snakes on the island, even compared to other basilisk. Kneeling down beside the stranger, the shifter continued his staring for a few moments before sighing loudly.
"No... problem, I guess. you're not hurt are you"
Lifting an eyebrow suspiciously, he momentarily wondered if he should say something... anything. crying was such a girly thing to do and he felt awkward sitting here in front of a boy doing just that... and not doing anything to help. Scratching the back of his head strangely, the werewolf decided to keep quiet. Whatever he said would just make things worse anyway...
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Post by Siy on Apr 5, 2006 20:31:23 GMT -5
Siy picked himself off the ground slowly, the tears continued to flow from his eyes but his breathing was totally unaffected. He hadn't sobbed once during the whole ordeal.
"I'm not hurt." The demon started to wrap his arms methodically so that he wouldn't widen the self-inflicted wound on his left arm. After finishing wrapping his arms he would leave here and return to his dorm, his outing was ruined anyway. The tears stopped and Siy looked to the were, his face completely stoic and gaze calculating.
Siy shook his head and turned away, heading back towards the school. I wonder is Dylan is back there. . .
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Post by Haruka on Apr 12, 2006 22:04:32 GMT -5
The werewolf watched the stranger begin to walk of, his first instinct being to stop him. Though Blue was afraid of a powerful lycan, no mortal sized demon was going to scare the big snake off, particularly one that seemed so... tempermental... But the werewolf had his own problems to deal with. If he was alone in dealing with his own, then so would others be. Why should they get support when he didn't? Growling low in his throat, a pitch inaudible to human ears, the lycan gave a half hearted wave to the boy.
"Hey. Be careful around here. there are creatures out there worse than that guy. Just have your witts about you..."
Getting up from his crouched position lazily, the werewolf waved again, this one as a good-bye to the creature before turning and walking back toward the sabertoothed tiger, his steed, Jorgan. With a heavy sigh and a slight glance up one more time, the shifter began his drawing once again, getting out his sketchbook once more and sitting down beside the cat...
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