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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.]
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Not -- actively.
[He takes a step back from her, covers his face with one hand.]
You need to go. Now.
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[ nobody ever said that julia doesn't make idiotic decisions that could lead to bloodshed. literally nobody. as such, she doesn't move. ]
I'm not going anywhere until you come with me.
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This is the wilderness. Many people --
[He groans, turning away from her.]
Many people hunt. Get out of the way.
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[ she's not going to get out of the way, because she's an idiot, and if she's latches onto something, she isn't going to let go. she has a hunch. she'll wring it for all it's worth, even if it makes her stomach twist in uncertainty, suddenly. she digs her heels in with purpose. ]
I - I mean, what the hell are you?
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No longer among the living. And not desiring -- [his ears twitch, and he falters.] -- not desiring to be among them.
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[ no, certain danger, where are you going? come back. ] Like - undead? Vampire shit?
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No. Not a vampire.
[He's never met a good one of those.]
But undead. Yes.
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[Well, maybe a little. Thematically.]
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[ yet she's the one who will not stop insisting that they're the same. she rasps, angrily: ]
Get out of the woods and at least pretend to be normal! Stop terrifying those of us wandering innocently in the woods!
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Enough. Take your leave. Now.
[His fists clench and relax; ice magic begins to swirl around his fingers. His vision blurs.]
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[ god, she could go for a cigarette. she doesn't do well with being snapped at, and her response is practically growled. she's close to stomping her foot, but she doesn't leave. ]
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Meant to let him escape.]
Those will -- fade -- soon.
[through cracking teeth.]
Good -- evening.