A distant dream plagues the sleep of four people. They each toss and turn, writhing, feeling no pain in the real world, yet consumed by pining, flaming damnation in their rest. In this dream that each of them have, separate from one another other, their eyes are kept open, their mouths sewn shut, and heads locked in place against the backboard of a tall wooden chair. Yellow flame and the pitch blackness of the world are their surroundings, and through madness, a set of magnificent bones approach them. Antlers, sharp and numerous in spikes, rest upon the head of someone tall, but the fiery wall obscures their view of their owner. Among the spines of this mount, the two closest to the other antler extend forward, as opposed to the others, which slant straight backwards at an angle. The two aforementioned spikes wrap around each other into a wide circle, it seems, gracing the unseen head of the individual like that of a halo.
The antlers stop at short distance from each trapped soul, and a pair skeletal arms extend through the fire. They do not seem to be attached to anything. A shining emerald rests embedded in each hand. A cold, echoing voice, seemingly made of multiple other voices, speaks.
You... you are worthy.
One hand cups the side of their face, gently. The bone is cold, providing a strange relief from the heat of the gold inferno around them.
Come. We have things to do, places to see.
The other hand reaches into their chest, and pulls out a glowing orb. A strange, hollow sensation. Each of them see it is a color that reflects their personality. Who they are.
You are mine. The players in this game we all play. That is all your were born to be.
The figure drops the shining orb downward and they feel their chair fade away, like it was never there. The stitches on their mouths disappear, and they each free fall into oblivion, past the fire and into the darkness. They catch up to their lost souls as they fall, to which they are reunited to their bodies. As they fall, they finally witness each other, falling each other. Before they can do anything, however, they are consumed in sudden whiteness...
And now... you wake.
The white glow obscuring each of their respective visions fade. A hellish dream ending as their new reality begins.
They each would open their eyes, and find a new world around them. The sky is in a perpetual state of white, clouds covering whatever may be there. The ground is covered a thin layer of a substance akin to snow, yet it is not hot or cold. It does not seem to melt. Everywhere near them, bizarre trees are present. They are black, thin, and seem to be lacking in leaves. This could be considered relatively normal, if it were not for the fact that they are floating in place, sinking toward the ground before rising upwards two yards or so. To do this, they seem to move their short roots slowly up and down, like a jellyfish moving through water. They never move in any direction other than up and down.
As they each wake, they would each notice the three other people that had seen falling with them in their own respective dreams. Everyone would see that they had been laying on this odd surface with their feet towards the sides of a square piece of stone in between the all of them. This stone looks as though it has risen up from the ground half a foot, and seems to have many markings unknown to all of them scattered around it. In the middle of this strange stone, an indentation that is square like the stone itself.
It is this place that these four people see themselves in, and it is here that a journey of oddity, insanity, and horror begins...
The antlers stop at short distance from each trapped soul, and a pair skeletal arms extend through the fire. They do not seem to be attached to anything. A shining emerald rests embedded in each hand. A cold, echoing voice, seemingly made of multiple other voices, speaks.
You... you are worthy.
One hand cups the side of their face, gently. The bone is cold, providing a strange relief from the heat of the gold inferno around them.
Come. We have things to do, places to see.
The other hand reaches into their chest, and pulls out a glowing orb. A strange, hollow sensation. Each of them see it is a color that reflects their personality. Who they are.
You are mine. The players in this game we all play. That is all your were born to be.
The figure drops the shining orb downward and they feel their chair fade away, like it was never there. The stitches on their mouths disappear, and they each free fall into oblivion, past the fire and into the darkness. They catch up to their lost souls as they fall, to which they are reunited to their bodies. As they fall, they finally witness each other, falling each other. Before they can do anything, however, they are consumed in sudden whiteness...
And now... you wake.
The white glow obscuring each of their respective visions fade. A hellish dream ending as their new reality begins.
They each would open their eyes, and find a new world around them. The sky is in a perpetual state of white, clouds covering whatever may be there. The ground is covered a thin layer of a substance akin to snow, yet it is not hot or cold. It does not seem to melt. Everywhere near them, bizarre trees are present. They are black, thin, and seem to be lacking in leaves. This could be considered relatively normal, if it were not for the fact that they are floating in place, sinking toward the ground before rising upwards two yards or so. To do this, they seem to move their short roots slowly up and down, like a jellyfish moving through water. They never move in any direction other than up and down.
As they each wake, they would each notice the three other people that had seen falling with them in their own respective dreams. Everyone would see that they had been laying on this odd surface with their feet towards the sides of a square piece of stone in between the all of them. This stone looks as though it has risen up from the ground half a foot, and seems to have many markings unknown to all of them scattered around it. In the middle of this strange stone, an indentation that is square like the stone itself.
It is this place that these four people see themselves in, and it is here that a journey of oddity, insanity, and horror begins...
((Am just gonna type this because I can't delete my posts.))
Ben’s eyes jumped open when the dream ended and he quickly shut them tightly again. He did not know what he had just seen but it was not his dorm in New York, that he was certain of. Slowly, he opens his eyes again wondering where he was. The sky and ground were a bright white which almost blinded him and as he squinted at the world he was now in he noticed some black floating blobs, bobbing up and down above the ground. Opening his eyes all the way and allowing them to adjust he realized these blobs were trees, they seemed dead and shriveled but they floated like balloons above the ground, attached by only their roots.
Peering around Ben noticed three other people around him. Not quite sure who they were he realized they looked familiar but he did not know where he had seen them, then it came back, the dream. These were the people he had seen while he was falling at the end then he had awoken here and they were here too. Sitting up now he squeezed his eyes shut again and placed his palms over them.
Peering around Ben noticed three other people around him. Not quite sure who they were he realized they looked familiar but he did not know where he had seen them, then it came back, the dream. These were the people he had seen while he was falling at the end then he had awoken here and they were here too. Sitting up now he squeezed his eyes shut again and placed his palms over them.
What kind of terrible machination of the mind was this? Violetta who had situated herself for rest in her little alleyway camp had prepared herself to refresh her mind for the coming day although with an empty stomach and tatter blankets to keep herself warm. That was when she felt her very soul in jeopardy as her mind felt like it was screaming, she covered her ears and closed her eyes as she curled up into a ball trying to silence all the sound around her but to no avail. "Shhh! Shhh! Shh!" She shushed in panic before it suddenly stopped.
She opened her eyes as she looked up all around her as while the fire raged on it seemed to be quiet now, has her powers finally come into effect, was all the sound finally gone. She looked around up until she saw the figure approach her as she pulled her hood over her head to act like she hasn't seen him, like a child attempting to hide under the covers in the face of danger, believing their curtain of comfort was as impenetrable as a might wall.
Then she felt his hand slip under her hood as it touched her cheek as she slowly let her hood down as she brushed her hair to the side a little, her bright red eyes gazing up at the figure who by all means was terrifying but something about him gave her comfort. Maybe because she was so deprived of positive contact that a skeletal hand touching her cheek was enough to keep her calm, maybe it was something he was doing seeing how he seemed to be keeping the fire back.
Mouth slightly agape in awe she slowly moved her hand up and held the hand which comforted her, not wanting it to leave her alone in this hellish inferno. She watched and listened as he slowly reached into her chest and pulled out a strange blue orb, was that inside her? What was it? She couldn't help but feel that something in her was now missing, but she wasn't aware if it was a good or bad thing that he took out. With her other hand she slowly reached out to grab it before she fell.
Her eyes widened, her face contorted into one of panic as she reached out to grab the hand which once comforted her, practically begging to be saved as it was just inches out of her grip. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she noticed a faint blue glow in the corner of her own eyes. It was the orb, she was going to land right on it. She flailed her arms, quietly grunting and letting out little whispers of fright before she suddenly landed right onto it.
She sat up as she awoke, immediately pulling on her hood to make sure her face was hidden. Where was he? Where did he go? She looked around as she patted the white ground and the lifeless trees around her as she felt her heart sink. "Am... Am I dead?" She whispered as she got up to her hands and knees trying to make sense of it all.
She opened her eyes as she looked up all around her as while the fire raged on it seemed to be quiet now, has her powers finally come into effect, was all the sound finally gone. She looked around up until she saw the figure approach her as she pulled her hood over her head to act like she hasn't seen him, like a child attempting to hide under the covers in the face of danger, believing their curtain of comfort was as impenetrable as a might wall.
Then she felt his hand slip under her hood as it touched her cheek as she slowly let her hood down as she brushed her hair to the side a little, her bright red eyes gazing up at the figure who by all means was terrifying but something about him gave her comfort. Maybe because she was so deprived of positive contact that a skeletal hand touching her cheek was enough to keep her calm, maybe it was something he was doing seeing how he seemed to be keeping the fire back.
Mouth slightly agape in awe she slowly moved her hand up and held the hand which comforted her, not wanting it to leave her alone in this hellish inferno. She watched and listened as he slowly reached into her chest and pulled out a strange blue orb, was that inside her? What was it? She couldn't help but feel that something in her was now missing, but she wasn't aware if it was a good or bad thing that he took out. With her other hand she slowly reached out to grab it before she fell.
Her eyes widened, her face contorted into one of panic as she reached out to grab the hand which once comforted her, practically begging to be saved as it was just inches out of her grip. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she noticed a faint blue glow in the corner of her own eyes. It was the orb, she was going to land right on it. She flailed her arms, quietly grunting and letting out little whispers of fright before she suddenly landed right onto it.
She sat up as she awoke, immediately pulling on her hood to make sure her face was hidden. Where was he? Where did he go? She looked around as she patted the white ground and the lifeless trees around her as she felt her heart sink. "Am... Am I dead?" She whispered as she got up to her hands and knees trying to make sense of it all.
It was pitch black and all I saw was a deer head which was creepy said Everyone you love is dead. I'd wake up.I was in this very strange place.The trees were black and no leaves and there was snow like very weird snow.I still had my normal clothes on.Black t-shirt with skull on it and green Adidas shoes and beige shorts and my same hair. (Kinda emo hair.) I'd get up and two people were at least near me fiddling with there hands and one other person was still asleep. "So uh anyone figure out where are?" I'd say in a weird way.
Victor sat through the dream like a rollercoaster, struggling to take in the feverish sequence of events that had plagued his sleeping thoughts this night. Sewed tight lips? Taking an orb of light out of his chest? Falling along side a group of people he had never seen before? Was this the work of some sorcerer? A demons mind game? Whatever was happening, victor was determined not to let it scare him.
Then he woke up. Sitting up straight on a stone slab, his eyes were at first drawn to the unknown sky, the floating black trees that defy gravity and the alien nature of whatever place his dreams had taken him. Am I still dreaming? he thinks to himself, only moments before turning to see the others. With initial skepticism, he takes a few steps back, reaching for his weapon- only to find it's missing- so he can take the defensive. "...where am a I?" He calls to the others, confused and a little annoyed that his sleep would be so disturbed...
Then he woke up. Sitting up straight on a stone slab, his eyes were at first drawn to the unknown sky, the floating black trees that defy gravity and the alien nature of whatever place his dreams had taken him. Am I still dreaming? he thinks to himself, only moments before turning to see the others. With initial skepticism, he takes a few steps back, reaching for his weapon- only to find it's missing- so he can take the defensive. "...where am a I?" He calls to the others, confused and a little annoyed that his sleep would be so disturbed...
A low, seemingly friendly voice, distinctively male in tone, sounds off in a direction near them. "Well, howdy, weird-looking fellows."
Out from behind the trees, a strange being approaches the lot. The reason for this strangeness? First, he seems to be composed entirely of stone, standing at around the height of the average human male, and built like such. Second on the list of weirdness, the rock man lacks any sort of clothing, but then again, he also lacks anything to hide in the region where underwear would be necessary. Third of all, his face is quite literally a blank slate; while the back and sides of his head are mostly smooth, the area where his face should be is a vertically flat surface. Finally, his hands are like that of mittens, lacking any digits other than thumbs.
Out of everything about him, the most normal thing is the red hiking pack strapped to his back. And that is all.
"My, oh, my," he says, despite lacking a mouth. "Ah never thought ah see other Sedimenians out here so far from home. Pretty sure only somerock as much of a chipped blockhead as me would be out here during Bashery blooming season." The stone-faced being leans closer to the group a little. "Is that what ya'll are out here for? Or ya'll just camping for the sake of fun?" Through his words, he maintains a cheerful, lax tone, as if happy to see another soul out here in these odd woodlands.
Out from behind the trees, a strange being approaches the lot. The reason for this strangeness? First, he seems to be composed entirely of stone, standing at around the height of the average human male, and built like such. Second on the list of weirdness, the rock man lacks any sort of clothing, but then again, he also lacks anything to hide in the region where underwear would be necessary. Third of all, his face is quite literally a blank slate; while the back and sides of his head are mostly smooth, the area where his face should be is a vertically flat surface. Finally, his hands are like that of mittens, lacking any digits other than thumbs.
Out of everything about him, the most normal thing is the red hiking pack strapped to his back. And that is all.
"My, oh, my," he says, despite lacking a mouth. "Ah never thought ah see other Sedimenians out here so far from home. Pretty sure only somerock as much of a chipped blockhead as me would be out here during Bashery blooming season." The stone-faced being leans closer to the group a little. "Is that what ya'll are out here for? Or ya'll just camping for the sake of fun?" Through his words, he maintains a cheerful, lax tone, as if happy to see another soul out here in these odd woodlands.
Hearing a strange, unfamiliar, yet friendly voice. Ben looked up again to see that the three other people have awoken now. Wondering which of them has spoken he looks around and spots a strange rock person emerging from behind one of the floating trees. He seems as confused to see them as they are to see him although it is hard to tell his emotions because he does not have a face, just a blank slate which sound seems to come out of effortlessly. As the stone-faced man rambles on about rocks, bashery blooming season, and camping Ben struggles to make head or tail of, anything which has happened in the last 24 hours. He had been at home desperately trying to keep up with his uni workload and also somehow care for himself adequately, which he obviously failed at as shown by his skinny frame which his shirt hung off of like a sack. Now he was in some strange world, not dreaming as he had checked while the others were still sleeping by pinching his arms and neck in multiple spots, they would surely be cherry red against his waxen skin, he was in a strange new world inhabited, it seemed, by strange rock people who had no mouth, nose, eyes, ears, or distinguishing features in general. Overly confused but this strange land and it’s equally strange inhabitants he dropped his head into his hands again and hoped one of the others could pick up the strange conversation that Ben could neither follow nor comprehend.
Violetta tugged on her hood as she got a better understanding of her surroundings and just where she was, clearly the other people around her had no idea either. Her bright red eyes darted all around while she tucked back little strands of her blond hair which poked out while trying to collect her bearings. No, she wasn't dead, she couldn't be dead, she still had her clothes she went to bed in meaning she was most likely taken away. But why? Who would do it? Was it the bone man? He did say she was worthy but worthy of what is the question? Who even were the others? She didn't want to follow them entirely, she just wanted to be alone where it was quiet and safe.
The first one didn't seem too odd but his clothing was something entirely different. The amount of black just seemed to make her tilt her head as while she wore black to better cover herself the mans seemed to barely do anything like that of the sort, in all honesty, it looked a bit silly. But still, he seemed to be just about as confused as she was as she smiled a bit seeing him pinch himself, finding it funny she wasn't the only one who thought they died.
Next was the other man with-wait were those wings?!? Much like the last one he was wearing odd colored clothing with a black shirt. That didn't seem too odd until she noticed the symbol on the front, that being a skull which obviously without context for her was quite the intimidating site. He must be some kind of demon, he had horns and everything, where else would he get clothes like that from.
And finally, there was the last person among this little group as she watched him collect his bearings and stand, towering over the young girl as she noticed he was probably the most fit out of all of them. She couldn't help but peer at his face under his shroud as she noticed that they had the same eye color which was neat, but still, his skin was pale as if he were some kind of corpse. Violetta couldn't shake that sense of undeath about him, he presented himself as the type to kill someone for looking at him funny even when he was waking up from sleep.
No no she couldn't stay here, she couldn't trust these people, these strange strange people, she had to find her way home herself. As she heard a voice in the distance attempting to converse with everyone she being the sneaky girl that she was attempted to move as quickly and quietly away from everyone else as she could, in a fit of self-preservation and wild paranoia.
The first one didn't seem too odd but his clothing was something entirely different. The amount of black just seemed to make her tilt her head as while she wore black to better cover herself the mans seemed to barely do anything like that of the sort, in all honesty, it looked a bit silly. But still, he seemed to be just about as confused as she was as she smiled a bit seeing him pinch himself, finding it funny she wasn't the only one who thought they died.
Next was the other man with-wait were those wings?!? Much like the last one he was wearing odd colored clothing with a black shirt. That didn't seem too odd until she noticed the symbol on the front, that being a skull which obviously without context for her was quite the intimidating site. He must be some kind of demon, he had horns and everything, where else would he get clothes like that from.
And finally, there was the last person among this little group as she watched him collect his bearings and stand, towering over the young girl as she noticed he was probably the most fit out of all of them. She couldn't help but peer at his face under his shroud as she noticed that they had the same eye color which was neat, but still, his skin was pale as if he were some kind of corpse. Violetta couldn't shake that sense of undeath about him, he presented himself as the type to kill someone for looking at him funny even when he was waking up from sleep.
No no she couldn't stay here, she couldn't trust these people, these strange strange people, she had to find her way home herself. As she heard a voice in the distance attempting to converse with everyone she being the sneaky girl that she was attempted to move as quickly and quietly away from everyone else as she could, in a fit of self-preservation and wild paranoia.
Victor stood tall by the group, studying them carefully, awaiting any sort of response by them- wings.. horns.. a demon, surely? What kind of demon wears human clothes?
A young girl with pale skin and red eyes.. a vampire perhapse? No, surely he could sense it were she one...
And another young boy... though he seems human? Mortal, even... Why?
Why here? Who are these people? Why was he "chosen"?
Then his attention was grabbed by the sound of rustling leaves, an approacher from beyond line of sight. Watching the source of the sound with relative focus- so as to keep the others in line of sight- Victor is taken aback by what seems like less of a threat, and more like some strange hitch-hiker from the human world. With the exception, of course, being made entirely of stone.
A golem, perhaps? Was it sentient? Looking around at the others lack of words, he takes the initiative to speak first. "Where are we?" He shouts intensively, brushing aside what the creature says as none of it makes sense anyway. "What is this place?"
A young girl with pale skin and red eyes.. a vampire perhapse? No, surely he could sense it were she one...
And another young boy... though he seems human? Mortal, even... Why?
Why here? Who are these people? Why was he "chosen"?
Then his attention was grabbed by the sound of rustling leaves, an approacher from beyond line of sight. Watching the source of the sound with relative focus- so as to keep the others in line of sight- Victor is taken aback by what seems like less of a threat, and more like some strange hitch-hiker from the human world. With the exception, of course, being made entirely of stone.
A golem, perhaps? Was it sentient? Looking around at the others lack of words, he takes the initiative to speak first. "Where are we?" He shouts intensively, brushing aside what the creature says as none of it makes sense anyway. "What is this place?"
I'd look up and try to fly but I could not.I could not use any of my powers.What kind of death game was this?! The people here looked normal but weird a little.But when they looked at me they thought am super super weird.The 1st person was...pretty normal.Looked about 18 or older.He had a black hat and a black men tank top.He was wearing everything black expect there was some white parts.
Next was the 2nd person.She wore a pretty cool cloak and pale skin.She had red eyes....What the crap!
The 3rd person had this red and blackish armor.He had a pretty cool looking cowboy hat.But he had a bandanna covering his lower face but all you could see was his deep blue eyes and his skin color which was white.
These people were here just like me.Felt very weird then woke up.
Then a stone or very stone like guy that was naked.He had no mouth but he could talk and his eyes looked like he was smiling.I'd have enough of this madness. I'd walk up to the guy and shout at him "Why are we here are you part of this,I have some many questions!?" I'd grab his throat and pick him up and say to him "Why are we here!"
Next was the 2nd person.She wore a pretty cool cloak and pale skin.She had red eyes....What the crap!
The 3rd person had this red and blackish armor.He had a pretty cool looking cowboy hat.But he had a bandanna covering his lower face but all you could see was his deep blue eyes and his skin color which was white.
These people were here just like me.Felt very weird then woke up.
Then a stone or very stone like guy that was naked.He had no mouth but he could talk and his eyes looked like he was smiling.I'd have enough of this madness. I'd walk up to the guy and shout at him "Why are we here are you part of this,I have some many questions!?" I'd grab his throat and pick him up and say to him "Why are we here!"
The stone man first responds to question Victor poses, slightly taken aback by his upfront behavior as he leans back slightly, but his kind tone is still present, gaining insight and understanding from his questions. "Ah, yer lost, ah_" It is at this moment, as he is speaking to the vampire hunter, that he is interrupted by the winged demidragon, Mystic. The reptilian teenager shouts his own questions into the sedimentary being's lack of face, then seizes him by his neck, attempting to lift him up. However, Mystic would find that the stone man is... rather heavy. He seems to be immovable by the forces applied to him by the teen, nor do the claws or pressure around his neck cause any sort of reaction, much less damage.
For a long, silent moment, no one moves. Then, the stone man speaks again, his featureless face "looking" in direction of the teen in front of him. His tone is noticeably lower in pitch than before and the kindness his voice had has evaporated. "Well then... boy, I'm giving you and those cracked arms of yers two options. One, ya let go of my neck and we pretend this never happen, or... ah show ya how the people of my town whoop the ass of random punks." He puts his hands on his hips, still not caring about the hand around his neck. "Well, boy? What's it gonna be?"
The stone man takes into account how the female teenager seems to be fleeing, but does not seem to care too much yet in light of the this dragon in front of him to tell anyone. He also sees how one of the teenagers is strangely keeping his head in his hands, but again, does not acknowledge it just yet.
For a long, silent moment, no one moves. Then, the stone man speaks again, his featureless face "looking" in direction of the teen in front of him. His tone is noticeably lower in pitch than before and the kindness his voice had has evaporated. "Well then... boy, I'm giving you and those cracked arms of yers two options. One, ya let go of my neck and we pretend this never happen, or... ah show ya how the people of my town whoop the ass of random punks." He puts his hands on his hips, still not caring about the hand around his neck. "Well, boy? What's it gonna be?"
The stone man takes into account how the female teenager seems to be fleeing, but does not seem to care too much yet in light of the this dragon in front of him to tell anyone. He also sees how one of the teenagers is strangely keeping his head in his hands, but again, does not acknowledge it just yet.
Ben keeps his forehead firmly planted on his hands as the others ask questions, one, probably the man in armor asks them slowly, quietly, and calmly. Another, younger voice, yells his questions and Ben expects it is the winged boy who looked 15 or so. Ben was sure there had been another person, this one a girl. Peeking to the side of him, towards the rock he could not see the girl so he turned his head ever so slightly, now looking behind himslef, the girl was there, sneaking away towards one of the trees in the distance. Ben was not sure what to do about her, she could run if she wanted. Curious about the others and also the stone man Ben lifted his head a fraction of an inch and peered out of the crack between his arms and knees. The bogy with wings had one of his scaly hands wrapped around the stone guys neck but the stone man did not seem phased in the slightest. Benjamin was slightly confused but he spoke anyways, his voice was low and somewhat gravelly, "I would let go of him if I were you" He looked at the boy who had his hand on the stone man, his eyes had dark circles under them and his face almost looked gaunt and skull like.
Violetta was at the moment under the assumption her get away was a quiet and secretive one as no members of this ragged group had taken an effort to stop her, however, she was unsure if the motive behind it was either not knowing she was departing or they could not care less. It didn't matter to her however the people here were clearly dangerous, killers maybe after all the horned one bore a symbol of death and genocide on his shirt.
She was continuing to depart when suddenly her eardrums pounded upon hearing the sound of the winged one begin to shout as her sensitive ears were able to pick it up and amplify the demand to make it akin to a rifle being fired near ones own ear. The sound was terrible, a cacophony which runs through her mind as she covered her ears in a futile attempt at silencing the sound. "Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!" She shushed with the very sound growing to agonizing levels as she abandoned any aspect of stealth and full on sprinted as fast as she could away, eyes closed and ears covered.
She was continuing to depart when suddenly her eardrums pounded upon hearing the sound of the winged one begin to shout as her sensitive ears were able to pick it up and amplify the demand to make it akin to a rifle being fired near ones own ear. The sound was terrible, a cacophony which runs through her mind as she covered her ears in a futile attempt at silencing the sound. "Shhh! Shhh! Shhh!" She shushed with the very sound growing to agonizing levels as she abandoned any aspect of stealth and full on sprinted as fast as she could away, eyes closed and ears covered.
"Demon child! Stop!" Victor shouts at mystic, arm stretched out as an attempt to calm the hostility. "No use killing our only source of information, boy." Victor takes a couple steps forward, watching both mystic and the golem cautiously, in case one were to lunge out at him. "Just let him go and take a step back, he's more useful alive to us than dead."
Then, as suddenly as everything had happened, a violent, deafening cry rings out through his mind. Victor's infusions allowed him to withstand some sonic attacks, vampire bats were known for that- but this was a whole different level of torture. It may not have been as effective as it would on an ordinary human, but it was certainly enough to bring Victors hands to his ears in a futile attempt to deafen the blast of sound.
Once the sound passes, Victor turns to find the source of the sound, seeing only the young girl with the red eyes running off into the forest. "my god, girl..." he says under his breath, trying to get a grip on the situation...
Then, as suddenly as everything had happened, a violent, deafening cry rings out through his mind. Victor's infusions allowed him to withstand some sonic attacks, vampire bats were known for that- but this was a whole different level of torture. It may not have been as effective as it would on an ordinary human, but it was certainly enough to bring Victors hands to his ears in a futile attempt to deafen the blast of sound.
Once the sound passes, Victor turns to find the source of the sound, seeing only the young girl with the red eyes running off into the forest. "my god, girl..." he says under his breath, trying to get a grip on the situation...
((Oh my mistake with my writing right there, the shushing isn't ungodly loud I was describing the sound in her head))
I'd drop him.I'd look at him dead in eyes then go back where I started. "Jesus Christ. Also am not a demon,am part human,part dragon." I'd say to them.I'd cross my arms and listen what the guy has to say.This day has gotten worse and worse.First waking up in the strangest place.Then finding this guy.
((Oh.. aha. I see, well, I just rolled with it lol))
With sudden whoosh, a blazen pyre erupts in front of the fleeing woman, once she is out of the clear view of the others. A fire of bright yellow in color, it spreads out, forming a wall that spans extensively far to the left and right and at least ten feet high. Trees creak and groan at being burned, and slow float away from the dangerous blockade.
"Running away is not part of my game, little Engstelig," a dark, deep male voice speaks from seemly behind the firewall. A single skeleton hand, with a startlingly familiar embedded emerald in the palm, rushes out from the flame, giving the feminine human a shove in stomach that feels like nothing at all.
The world collapses on Violetta as she falls, sending her sight into darkness. Several things flash before her eyes, visions of pure insanity from the touch of the one whose words are deep; a pleading man's face as the gun's bullet creates a crater in the forehead, a girl cutting a sword or machete into the neck of a twitching, disfigured woman, a tall man being gruesomely nailed to a beam in his cottage before his left arm is sawn off, and a child holding the hand of a terrible monster whose grin grows far too large. These images, and many more, cycle through her mind for only a few, eternal seconds, before she hits the ground. A surprising soft landing.
"Right. That's what ah thought, bud." The stone man says surly. Making a noise as if to clear his nonexistent throat, he begins to speak again when from absolutely nowhere, Violetta, despite having run away, falls from the sky onto the ground to the left of the group. She seems unharmed, somehow, despite landing at a speed that would have laid her organs for the world to see. "... What in the hell?"
"Running away is not part of my game, little Engstelig," a dark, deep male voice speaks from seemly behind the firewall. A single skeleton hand, with a startlingly familiar embedded emerald in the palm, rushes out from the flame, giving the feminine human a shove in stomach that feels like nothing at all.
The world collapses on Violetta as she falls, sending her sight into darkness. Several things flash before her eyes, visions of pure insanity from the touch of the one whose words are deep; a pleading man's face as the gun's bullet creates a crater in the forehead, a girl cutting a sword or machete into the neck of a twitching, disfigured woman, a tall man being gruesomely nailed to a beam in his cottage before his left arm is sawn off, and a child holding the hand of a terrible monster whose grin grows far too large. These images, and many more, cycle through her mind for only a few, eternal seconds, before she hits the ground. A surprising soft landing.
"Right. That's what ah thought, bud." The stone man says surly. Making a noise as if to clear his nonexistent throat, he begins to speak again when from absolutely nowhere, Violetta, despite having run away, falls from the sky onto the ground to the left of the group. She seems unharmed, somehow, despite landing at a speed that would have laid her organs for the world to see. "... What in the hell?"
Violetta didn't know where she was going, she didn't have a plan, she didn't even think about where she'd go next, all that mattered was getting away from all of them. They were all so different from what she was used to, how on earth (Or wherever she was) could she trust them? A literal demon was there attempting to strangle someone. Her little process of panic was cut short as a loud boom could be heard in front of her as due to the nature of her ears it felt as if they near burst as she stopped right in her path and pressed her hands right to her ears, feeling a million explosions in her head with the pain being absolutely agonizing.
It took her quite a bit to actually open her eyes and notice the fire that was circling around her as it began to encircle her with her pain slowly fading with the sound of the fires thankfully weren't too loud. But then she heard a voice, a familiar one as she turned to see a skeletal hand reaching out from the fire. Her eyes widened as she remembered it, the hand which brought her such safety, such tranquillity, such peace. Was it here to save her? To bring her out of this terrible place? Away from these terrible people? That was what she thought as an overwhelmed smile grew on her face as she reached out for the hand only to feel the cold, uncaring impact of it pushing her back.
Then she fell again, her back phasing through the no longer existent ground as she watched the world above being to fade away as only darkness could be found in her place. No, he couldn't leave her! She needed him! Needed someone to keep her safe! Of course, none of that mattered now as she bore witness to things a girl like her should never see, as her heartbeat was the only thing that could be heard as she was dead quiet.
Then she returned to the world, gazing up at the sky with her back against the ground once again, hardly paying attention to where she was now. It was safe to say that now she was far from alright as her breath was heavy, her heart near bursting out from her chest, her mind visualizing all the terrible things she bore witness to like a stain that would just refuse to leave. With all that the girl just curled up into a ball on the ground and began to quietly sob to herself as she practically gave up all hope and motivation at that point.
It took her quite a bit to actually open her eyes and notice the fire that was circling around her as it began to encircle her with her pain slowly fading with the sound of the fires thankfully weren't too loud. But then she heard a voice, a familiar one as she turned to see a skeletal hand reaching out from the fire. Her eyes widened as she remembered it, the hand which brought her such safety, such tranquillity, such peace. Was it here to save her? To bring her out of this terrible place? Away from these terrible people? That was what she thought as an overwhelmed smile grew on her face as she reached out for the hand only to feel the cold, uncaring impact of it pushing her back.
Then she fell again, her back phasing through the no longer existent ground as she watched the world above being to fade away as only darkness could be found in her place. No, he couldn't leave her! She needed him! Needed someone to keep her safe! Of course, none of that mattered now as she bore witness to things a girl like her should never see, as her heartbeat was the only thing that could be heard as she was dead quiet.
Then she returned to the world, gazing up at the sky with her back against the ground once again, hardly paying attention to where she was now. It was safe to say that now she was far from alright as her breath was heavy, her heart near bursting out from her chest, her mind visualizing all the terrible things she bore witness to like a stain that would just refuse to leave. With all that the girl just curled up into a ball on the ground and began to quietly sob to herself as she practically gave up all hope and motivation at that point.
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