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exsiliumlogs2014-01-07 07:37 pm
deadelfwalking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-07 07:37 pm
[OPEN] i get the feeling that it's two against one
Date & Time: Jan 7 - 11
Location: Across the icy wilderness
Characters: Koltira, perhaps you
Summary: Maddened elf seeks large supply of blood, suffering
Warnings: gore; sadistic grossness
[There's something howling in the wilderness lately, and it's distinct from the wolves, from the yeti, from any other predator stalking the area around the city. This sound is a bestial keening, agonized and ragged, echoing and tortured. It's a sound of helpless madness, of uncontrollable rage, and its force lingers in the winter wind. Anyone who follows the howl, whether purposely or by accident, might come across a trail. Initially, they'll find animal corpses killed cleanly, with a single, precise cut. Caribou, at first, partially and purposefully skinned, as though harvested by a mindful hunter.
But the kills become progressively grisly as the trail continues -- mutilated bears, gutted arctic wolves. There's no sense of care in these later kills; the entrails are shredded, wrenched and twisted like wet rags. Blood spatters the snow in random, violent arcs. The animals' bodies are in strangely advanced stages of decay, and their semi-rotted flesh glows faintly green.
Or you may find no trail at all. You may find an animal's foreleg, snapped at each joint. You may find a crushed eyeball, smeared like jelly across the snow.
Or you may find no trace whatsoever. You may simply find someone near you, crouching, his white hair streaked red, his mouth dark and shining and wet. Grinding his teeth. Standing up. Advancing towards you, as the snow hisses, as the earth turns black and dead under his boots.]
Location: Across the icy wilderness
Characters: Koltira, perhaps you
Summary: Maddened elf seeks large supply of blood, suffering
Warnings: gore; sadistic grossness
[There's something howling in the wilderness lately, and it's distinct from the wolves, from the yeti, from any other predator stalking the area around the city. This sound is a bestial keening, agonized and ragged, echoing and tortured. It's a sound of helpless madness, of uncontrollable rage, and its force lingers in the winter wind. Anyone who follows the howl, whether purposely or by accident, might come across a trail. Initially, they'll find animal corpses killed cleanly, with a single, precise cut. Caribou, at first, partially and purposefully skinned, as though harvested by a mindful hunter.
But the kills become progressively grisly as the trail continues -- mutilated bears, gutted arctic wolves. There's no sense of care in these later kills; the entrails are shredded, wrenched and twisted like wet rags. Blood spatters the snow in random, violent arcs. The animals' bodies are in strangely advanced stages of decay, and their semi-rotted flesh glows faintly green.
Or you may find no trail at all. You may find an animal's foreleg, snapped at each joint. You may find a crushed eyeball, smeared like jelly across the snow.
Or you may find no trace whatsoever. You may simply find someone near you, crouching, his white hair streaked red, his mouth dark and shining and wet. Grinding his teeth. Standing up. Advancing towards you, as the snow hisses, as the earth turns black and dead under his boots.]
01/08 - Why not? Because that went so well the last time XD
When she heard that frightful cry, full of anger and agony, her self-preservation instinct told her to turn away and ignore it. She should have listened to it. Instead she just decided to head toward the source of it. And even the morbid and gory trail she had to follow to get there didn't manage to discourage her.
Blame it on that stupid superhero instinct who already got her into trouble more than once. And to the fact that the aura of this tortured creature felt familiar. Unpleasantly so, but still.]
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When he senses someone living approach, he doesn't turn. He just growls.]
Go back.
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...Koltira?
[Last time they met and he was in a similar state, he would have killed her, or at least would have very badly injured her if Lucifer hadn't come to rescue Raven.
She takes a step back at his growl. And for once fear is plainly visible in Raven's eyes. She doesn't do fear but... this seems to be her exception.
Still she can sense his pain, and she knows that if she leaves now, he might hurt someone else.]
I could... take your pain if you'd let me.
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He stays where he is, his body tense, his muscles coiled.]
I will not. I will not let you. Go.
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Raven shakes her head, pushing those angsty thoughts away. She stands her ground and crosses her arms over her chest to give herself some countenance.]
Why won't you let me? Do you like suffering that much?
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Leave.
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No. [She looks away.] ...I know what it is to have to deal with the darkness of your own soul. If you keep trying to do it alone, you're bound to fail.