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Post by ``SUBdue™ on Aug 12, 2009 16:45:23 GMT -5
Stigmata' [/font][/color][/center] The dismembered body was dragged across the ground, leaving behind a thick slacker of blood in its wake, as the deeply psychotic male headed for the fallout shelter. "You..you were watching me...I saw you! You were watching me..and I heard you talking, talking about me...I had to stop YOU! YOU, you and your lies!" His voice was frantic sounding, edged with dark tones as he spoke to the corpse as if it were still alive and breathing. His eyes gleamed with the deep state of a paranoid delusional episode which was carrying him ever closer to a catatonic state where he retreated into himself because, his brain became overloaded. He was still functioning at a some levels and had not gone into his frozen state though, everything else was as if it were glazed over--his eyes were like sightless marbles and his body was rigamortis in appearance, even his legs were stiff and his muscles captured in a fixated state. His teeth chattered though, one could not hear it as they were clamped down into the deceased ones flesh.
His nostrils flared roughly as if he were starved for oxygen and his marble like eyes seemed to stare into nothingness as he yanked that lifeless mutt over and over as if it was no more than a worthless bag of garbage. The reapers fur was splattered in blood, strings of sinew draped around his neck and his face was covered din a thick layer of crimson liquid from when he had reached inside the dogs chasm and ripped out its still beating heart. That very heart was long digested, no more than protein and fat that was delivered throughout his body, giving him the strength and adrenaline he needed to finish off popping each limb from the mutts body; leaving him nothing more than a torso with a badly mauled head. That head was a sight that would cause most to double over, for flaps of skin hung off it, revealing sections of skull and the sockets where the eyes once were were empty. The devil's head felt as if it were detached from his body; floating up there somewhere, a familiar yet eerie sensation to those who were deeply psychotic.
"You and all the others. All you do is sit there and watch and talk. I know that you're trying to spy on me and steal all my kills. All the work I do..and none of you...none of you appreciate it! Don't you see what I am trying to do?!" Foam began to bubble at the corners of his tapered muzzle and drip down to the ground below where it quickly evaporated due to the heat of the day. The markings on his hide tingle as they always did when the temperatures were above 80 degrees for the sun's hot penetrating rays aggravated and irritated the old wounds. His shackles felt extra heavy and weighted down as they rubbed into his skin, making small trickles of his own blood stream down to the soil. The beast yanked the torso harshly, sending it to bang violently against the forest floor and spill out a large amount of blood and innards onto the earth. The devil's reaper growled loudly, and began to forcefully yank the dismembered body over and over, it spilling out spurts of bodily liquids each time he yanked it back, until finally he reached the fallout shelter. He could feel the cool cement on his back pads, which was the entrance to the dark, dismal and dreary building.
The savage was nearly within his cave and with one last glassy eyes stare into the forest surrounding him, he slowly dragged the corpse into the depths of his lair. As he dragged he, he screamed at it but, the words became more and more indistinguishable as he went further and further inside the shelter. The lair was deep and full of a few twists and turns as it had various rooms within it---a couple were rooms with cots in them, another handful were storage rooms (where some were filled with just non perishable food, another with stacked up columns of gallon sized jugs of water and another with battery cell operated refrigerators and freezers that held food that didn't need to be cooked(jerky of all kinds, cold soups, fresh and dried: fruit, veggies) and, lastly there was a massive sized room off to the side that resembled an infirmary with all kinds of medical gear and operation tables. As he dragged the corpse it left behind a trail of blood behind it and his bloody paw prints with it. There was not a soul who would likely want to follow this monster and yet, for some reason, some overly curious and too naive for their own good canine, came to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.
OOC stuff;
muse; plenty
words; plenty
comments; Finally got my head wrapped around him. Sorry, it took me so long.
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Post by Oddity on Aug 13, 2009 20:30:48 GMT -5
Saffron Well it rains and it pours when you're out on your own,
If I crash on the couch, can I sleep in my clothes?
The scent of blood on the wind clung to my wet nose, metallic and sickly sweet. Fascinating.
I'd never been out this far before; at least, not without a partner in crime. The boys always wanted to show me new places, surprise me... but my shock factor has mellowed and finally numbed, and new places don't get my blood pumping these days.
Neither do boys. All of their tedious games, emotional rants, male aggression. Oh, I love them all- but equally, baby. You have one, and another one just starts to glow. The grass is greener with the other mutt. No need to get so vicious.
So here I am, all alone in the big bad woods, when what scent should capture my attention but blood.
Always good for a thrill. Bloodshed = so many possibilities.
I follow the scent, kitty paws skittering over wet moss and rock... slick with slime ever on this sweltering day. Sun's rays glance off my pelt and face, glowing ever brighter with the summer's continued highlights. Huff, huff. Excitement that-a-way.
Paws are suddenly slick with something hot, so I point my little muzzle downward to inspect and taaa-daaa! It is blood!
Tastes great on my tongue. Got to get my paw pads clean, is all.
Oh, but this, this is not the grand finale. There's something more- there's a method to this carnage. A trail. X marks the spot.
Wonder what the treasure is. As if I couldn't guess.
‘Cause I spent the night dancing, I'm drunk I suppose...
...If it looks like I'm laughing,
I'm really just asking to leave this alone-
The stench of death tickles my throat. I pad across the slick carpet of crimson, more beautiful then any star in Hollywood.
And it's there before me in an instant. Beautiful, gaping, and dark as the starless, inky sky- within, feral noises gurgled out, the sound of ripped flesh over concrete. My heart sped up and thumped against my chest like a butterfly trying to break free. That would hurt.
Huge forms in the dark! Looming and grinning down and bending over as if to touch me- I shy away, a cry of surprise escaping my lips, but it's only the shelves and the alien whirring of the human's machines. The trail of blood is still fresh. I taste it hesitantly, feeling the life in the red substance. Blood is life. Life is blood.
There, in the darkness, a smell and a face and a body: feral eyes.
Tall and thin and gleaming with scars.
"Hey-llo, baby. Having fun?" I lick the blood from between my toes, eying the stranger, my pulse quick in my veins. Everything about mr. mysterious murderer screams "Danger! Run!" So I drop my tail to the ground and smile.
"Red as roses. Beautiful work," I sigh, gesturing with my beautiful, dark eyes. The uneven trail of smears and streaks of blood is hypnotic in the darkness, shining when I turn my head at an angle. Fluffy neck exposed, oh dear. Hope the grim reaper's already off work. Still, I smile and my gaze is off-color. I always did like the crazy ones best. Nobody understands them; it's alright that I don't.
-You're in time for the show:
You're the one that I need,
I'm the one that you loathe.
You can watch me corrode,
Like a beast in repose.
'Cause I love all the poison,
Away with the boys in the band! I've really been, on a bender and it shows.
So why don't you blow me,
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Post by ``SUBdue™ on Aug 17, 2009 17:56:20 GMT -5
S t i g m a t a' [/font][/color][/center] The Saluki devil dragged the legless carcass all the way to his dungeon which rest deep within his lair. His dungeon was none other that the infirmary where the sick or injured might be tended too as they hid from the dangers of war. The room was large and was sectioned off by a series of curtains, tattered and full of grime now, which surrounded hospital beds where the ill would rest. Out in the middle of the room was where the main action would have taken place as surgery tables and medical devices were scattered about the open floor. Some of the machines were caked with a thick layer of dust from cement and dirt and others were banged up or gleamed with a thin slimy layer of crust and mildew which covered decaying spots of blood. The devil had chosen a large couch as his bedding which rested in the corner, by a small air vent. Strewn about in in the front of the couch and short distance from it were bones and rotting carcasses, that had flies buzzing above them and maggots slithering throughout them.
The ebony and tan Saluki beast yanked the carcass all the way to the couch, setting it before his throne before he lept onto the couch and made himself comfortable. Once situated, he stretched his long, graceful yet muscular neck down to the corpse and clamped his muzzle around the skull. Using his powerful chest muscles and neck muscles, the devil pulled the dismembered body onto the couch with him, placing it on top of his outstretched forelegs. There the body rested and he was quick to delve into the meal, sending his muzzle inside the cavern that used to be where his chest was and dig out the organs that were left. As he dove in, blood spurt out onto him and all over the couch underneath him, soaking him and the fabric. A shame the devil hadn't a care and just kept on plunging his slender snout into the cavern and devouring the carcass from the inside out. Each time an organ or other treat, such as rib meat or fat, was eaten, he would utter a noise that sounded very much like a mix between a grunt and a growl.
Though, he had his muzzle inside, the back of his head was free of the chasm so he could detect the sound of anything entering his lair. Not many did dare to cross paths with the devil himself but there were a few who were too brave or just plain too stupid for their own good. As the devil cleaned out the inside of the carcass, he was left with the remaining treat which was the same delicacy he always saved for dessert, and that was the heart. he grasped onto it with his powerful muzzle and began to twist his head from side to side in order to separate the heart from the large veins which kept it anchored. Normally, this was a intense task but since the candid had been dead long enough and battered and beaten so harshly, the veins were far easier to disconnect the heart from. With a few violent thrashes of his head and a harsh yank back wards, the heart was severed from its veins and the Saluki went flying back with it, his back smacking against the arm of the couch.
Tolerant to pretty much all pain, the Saluki merely blinked his eyes once, maybe twice before he rolled back forward and with the treat still in his muzzle, he began to place in between his paws. It was then, at that moment the devil heard a voice then he turned to see through still glazed eyes a figure approaching him. The figure was blurred but he could make out enough to tell it was a smaller candid and by the voice, a female. His lips contorted into a devilish grin as his luck just increased ten fold. Now, it seemed the beast would have a good bitch to warm his bed, after enjoying a good meal. He spat out the heart, letting it splatter onto the ground and send its bloody spray all over. In the next breath, the beast jumped off the couch and went sprinting past the female only to turn around and face her again, thus blocking her only exit. He may have been deeply psychotic but, he was clever and cunning above and beyond dangerous levels.
"I KNEW it! They sent a spy to come watch me and learn my techniques. Now..NOW you shall pay the price of your idiocy!" He slowly crept toward her and then in a sudden burst of speed, possible by a few select breeds, the devil flung his body for her and was making a grab for her scruff. His movement was quick; nearly impossibly done by any other canine, and if landed correctly his body would be covering hers, weighing her down while his maw grabbed onto her nape to prevent struggle and or escape. Her words tickled him to a deviant level and though registered he did not answer her as directly as she may have desired."You are my next work, lovely. I'm gonna make you scream." He cackled loudly as he was still airborne, aiming his body for her and those jaws for her neck.
OOC stuff;
muse; plenty
words; enough
comments; heh, decided to swap my posting colors around.
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