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Post by Cyborg Kilei on Jul 19, 2008 23:16:18 GMT -5
Disastor
It is one thing you could call the world.
The woods filled with the 'Big Bad Wolf',
The path you choose to take can lead you home,
Or far away.
There's a legend about the woods here.
A werewolf stalks them,
And he waits to lure little girls off the path.
To gobble them up!
Actually, not to eat them.
No one is really sure about the creature they see.
So, what shall you take?
The Path of Needles, or the Path of Pines?
Will you see the Wolf?
Will he try to lure you off the path?
....Is he really as bad as everyone claims him to be? (Random idea I had, if anyone wants to join in? XD You can play the wolf, or whoever you want to. ;D ) The dreams that had awoken her made her scream, cling to the bed sheets. If you dreamed you were being eaten alive, you would scream too, wouldn't you? Now, gazing into the dark woods, the dreams and tales rushed back to her. Of the girl who wandered off the path and was eaten.
Serenity touched the brace around her leg. She wasn't able to run from anything. The heavy dark black cloak around her shoulders comforted her, and she began walking slowly into the dark canopy of the woods. No raindrops reached into it, yet life still bloomed. Almost twisted, devoid of anything but nightmares and fears. It was as though even the shadows wish you would take the wrong path and come under their spell, just to be sucked inward.
And here was Serenity.
She was sixteen, and she wore a leg brace after a car accident with her mother. Her mother had passed away, and she had come to this rural town with it's superstitions with her grandmother. She hated traveling through the woods to get to where she needed to go... Mainly, home.
And a howl echoed from the forest...
Serenity walked onward. |
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Post by Gwenetta on Jul 19, 2008 23:36:49 GMT -5
At first, all he knew was darkness. The black fog clouded all his senses. To it, he was blind. To it, he was deaf. He could not smell nor taste not even feel. He lived in this land of dark for as long as he could remember. It surrounded him, steeped his senses, saturated him. That's all there was.
And then, there was red. It was a glorious, passionate color. It was bright compared to the darkness. It was life. It was him. Inside him was the darkness and the red. The red flowed through him... Red was his blood. Once he had become aware of the red, he knew that he could not live without it. For without red, he was only darkness: shadow and fantasy. A dream.
Red was vital and he needed it- lusted for it. But it faded with time.
That was when he became aware of brown. Brown, the color of red after it had gone. Brown was death. An end. He feared and hated brown. He searched and sought for red. The red must always outnumber the brown. If his red disappeared, then the darkness would take over and he himself would become brown. He would be the dirt. The decomposition. He would cease to be real. He would die. So he sought red. He stole red.
There came a day when he found water. Water was a repulsive thing. It welcomed brown. It housed brown. It lured red to itself and ate it up. And when he looked at the water he saw himself. He saw his dirty brown fur. It was as if he were death. And he realized his truth. He was death. The stole the red, the life, from others. He was a bringer of the brown. How ironic.
He was stalking a bear when he saw her. Red. And that's when it began.
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Post by WinterWings on Jul 19, 2008 23:39:09 GMT -5
Without a sound, someone followed behind her, and whe she was asleep, they watched her from afar. Lurking in the shadows, something was keeping eyes on her with eyes of red, verging on magenta. Hair of black hanging in shaggy layers helped mask a pale face, and all dark clothing adorn him. Who was this person that seemed unearthly graceful, for he had to be not to make a sound for so long, correct?
Simple, he was a vampire.
The girl in the black cloak always walked, despite her fears, he noted. ALways going through the woods, and always hating them. It was really unusual that she did so, but yet it did make sense... One had to return home, right. However, in this thinking, he stepped just too thickly, and leaves crackled. He winced as if he had been slapped, and checked a sigh. When on earth would he figure out how to walk right!?
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Post by Cyborg Kilei on Jul 19, 2008 23:46:04 GMT -5
Monsters.
It was a thought that leapt into her head, and she whirled around. She turned too fast though, and her leg collapsed under her. She became a heap of black and red, basket and roses with all. Her long red hair flamboyantly curled around her body, which had matured early. She nearly screamed, but fought it off. Courage... She needed courage.
With difficulty, Serenity made herself unsteadily to her feet. It was merely a snap, nothing more. The woods were always so unearthly quiet. They gave no sound except for the echoes of howls. No bird dared sing a tune. The girl walked on. She had a slow, steady gait, but it was uneven, limping on the right side as she made her way onward.
White leaves fell when she got deeper in. Like snow, except much more cynical, the ground coated in ash from a volcano that had never been there. It never would be there. The path threw off a black light underneath the ash, and painstakingly she dragged herself onward. She was trapped in this hell she liked to call the way home. She hoped the hour journey wouldn't feel as though it took forever... as it always did. [/color] |
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Post by Gwenetta on Jul 19, 2008 23:59:37 GMT -5
He saw her fall. Her red spilled out, her darkness surrounded her. Now was his chance. He advanced upon Red, closing in. He stopped as she struggled up and continued. This confused him. Once red had fallen it could not get up again. Once red was down it was forced to become brown. Brown turned into black. Black was nothing. Black was nightmares. He stooped, shocked, scared. He had never seen red return. He couldn't understand.
The chilly air swept through his thick brown coat. He shivered and huddled in upon himself. He could feel his red fading. He could feel himself dying. This knowledge and pain... it frightened him. He could not bear to become brown. He could not bear to die. It was with this fear that he chased her, even though she was so far away. She was the red that stayed. The red that did not fade into brown. He must have her red. If he could have her red, he could not possibly need to fear dying.
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Post by WinterWings on Jul 20, 2008 0:04:38 GMT -5
Becoming painfully aware she heard him, his hand went to his chest and clutched over his heart. "Crap! I'm done!" He winced, and just about had a heart attack, if it had still been beating. Quickly, he felt near slapping himself as he remembered something very important... She was a disabled human who could not even run, all she could do was flail and scream alot... He was a vampire who had great speed, long fangs, and super strength... What in the nine hills did he think when he thought he was done!?
Shaking himself from it after having reprimanded himself, he witnessed her continue on shakily. Pressing a finger to his lips in thought, feeling the fangs beneath, he thought of grabbing her right off that path if he could, and biting her neck. He was hungry... And not many came through. But then the same thought hit him as it did every day... Did he really want to attack a cripple? Undecided, he continued to stalk her, like usual... But one thing was off, something smelt of dirt dog.
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Post by Cyborg Kilei on Jul 20, 2008 0:09:25 GMT -5
The ash was hard to walk through. It dragged her down, and suddenly she collapsed off the path. It vanished, the black disappearing under the white ash. She shot up, panicked. She grabbed at the ash, flinging it aside. No path was to be found. Slowly, she stood, feeling a great sense of dread settle upon herself. The Path had abandoned the child who 'stepped off' of it. The child who was now alone in a world of mythical creatures and monsters, of nightmares, and of life and death.
She looked up, emerald eyes gazing at the endless world of white and lifelessness. She staggered forward, clinging to the trunk of a white tree, gazing down at the black brace. The cloak around her fluttered downward, laying on the ground, and she had to bend over to grasp it. Cold hit her full force, and she shivered, the red dress fluttering at her heels. She pulled the cloak around her on the inverted side... blood red. Crimson. |
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Post by Gwenetta on Jul 20, 2008 0:23:36 GMT -5
He was there. He saw. Red stood fluttering before him, taunting him, luring him, loving him. He slowly approached it. It was such a powerful red, such a vivid life. He was afraid. Could this red truly be his? This beautiful red... and he gazed down upon his dirty brown fur with disgust. This red was too glorious, too magnificent for him. Even as he had killed so many others and stolen so much red, those creatures had also been brown. He knew they were to die. Their eyes of black saw him and they too knew they were to die. But this red... There was no brown. It was too perfect. He saw it. He longed to embrace it. He wanted to stay with it. If he stole it, it would turn brown. And he could not bring himself to end the most amazing sight he had ever seen. He could not let it fade. He would never let it fade. He must protect this red from himself. Anguish ripped from his hungry mouth as he felt his own red darken. He was dying, but he could not harm that which he loved. Red was passion and life. Red was his love. Red was his life. But red was leaving. His heartbeat fading, the drumbeat dying, the force of his life was escaping...
And water fell from his eyes. Water, which diluted blood. Water, which welcomed death. And he cried.
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Post by WinterWings on Jul 20, 2008 0:34:35 GMT -5
The young vvampire stopped, and watched. The werewolf he smelled he could tell more now... Wet fur. He peered for what he was worth, and was rewarded with a sight. Mouth dropping open, the sight of a crying werewolf had never once graced his mind until now, and it left him numb... Why was it crying? Why was this frightening beast of hunting, crying like an injured child? His eyes were unable to understand what he saw, and before he knew it, he spoke.
"Why are you crying...?" He asked in spite of himself, a voice seemed to echoe for miles, simply because there was no sound. He winced, looked at himself, and then to the wolf again, and hoped that he would not be assualted... Red, they both lusted for red certainly... It was the life for them. But his bite was poison, and so was the beast to him... Assualt would be useless for that cause.
"Why...?" He repeated. is eyes were perplexed, confused, and not understanding, and almost... sympathetic. It was both scary and sad to see this thing cry before him. So why was this?
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Post by Cyborg Kilei on Jul 20, 2008 0:39:46 GMT -5
A voice, softly speaking, almost a whisper, but it echoed for miles. "Maybe he is hurt." The girl dressed in red limped forward. Past the vampire, to the frightening beast. The beast of her nightmares. Yet the beast she now felt sympathy for. She stepped closer to it, unafraid, pulling what courage she had from the deeper strings of her heart that played a sad lullaby like a symphony of emotions.
A hand reached out to the beast. The creature that used to eat her in deep sleep dreaming, of darkness and of nightmares. Her hand reached out to land upon his brown fur, the bright emerald eyes gazing at him. What courage did she have, to face the Big Bad Wolf. To offer the beast company in this struggling hour... To offer help, should she be able to. |
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Post by Gwenetta on Jul 20, 2008 0:56:07 GMT -5
It was then that he heard. He had never heard before. This sound tinkled into his ears, a mysterious song full of emotions he had never understood. There was that creature. It was black. Its eyes, red. He would have thought this creature a dream- for it too had no brown. Could is also not die? But that was before. Now he heard the song emanate from the creature. It, too, was beauty. He had never encountered such beauty. What if the horrible water washed that away? He covered his eyes with his hands, damming the water. He could not let it flow any more, lest it wash away the creature's song. Now he could not see the beautiful Red. He could not see life. All he could see was darkness. Was he dead?
He had thought himself a dream. He could not possibly exist. He saw only darkness. But he heard song, suddenly, and then something new. Something impossibly amazing. Something he never knew before.
He had found the power of touch. Warmth radiated from the point of the touch. He knew there was red in that touch, but it was more than color. It was... feeling. It connected him in a way that he had never known before. It ceased his fear of death that ate at him and drove him. In that instant he realized he did not need red. He needed what red created. Life. Life was in him. Life was in another. And he was not so lonely anymore. He did not cry any longer. He opened his eyes.
That is when he saw the green.
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Post by WinterWings on Jul 20, 2008 1:06:03 GMT -5
Staring with eyes wide, he watched this all play out, before he too moved forward. The beast was gentle, so very, very gentle! It amazed him, as he had never met these beasts, but he had heard so much from his master... So many horrible, violent things. But... It was so innocent. Without thinking, he too reached out, and touched the beast very gently on the fur, as if trying to confirm something to himself. He looked up at it, then to the girl, and back again. What was it of her that brought him so much... Calm? This werewolf was calm because of her, he was radiating some foreign emotion because of her!
"How..." He began, looking sidelong at her. "How did you..." He could not find the right words. This was unexplainable in the human tongue, he was certain of that now. No amount of books had taught him anything like this, let alone how to say it! "He's... so gentle..." Red eyes wandering back to the creature, he looked so stunned and amazed, and disbelieving, but in a most wonderful way.
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Post by Cyborg Kilei on Jul 20, 2008 1:10:14 GMT -5
The girl gazed with an emotion akin to loving at the werewolf, gazing at him with her emerald eyes. She gently pet his fur. She shifted her gaze away when the vampire talked, and she smiled brightly, a laugh on her lips. "Mhm." She cheerfully replied, before turning her gaze once more upon the werewolf. She felt an overwhelming sense of utter relief fill her gut... It was okay.
Her leg began to ache, and slowly she lowered herself to her knees instead of crouching, gingerly running her hand down the werewolf's fur as she continued gazing at him. She was calm herself. It seemed almost like a nightmare that had become a pleasent dream, the fright vanishing on whispers of silver from the moon. She let out a contented sigh, gazing at them both, and smiling. She was happy... Such a strange place to be happy, and for such a strange reason! |
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Post by Gwenetta on Jul 20, 2008 1:33:58 GMT -5
Green found him. As he saw it in those eyes, he could see it elsewhere, too. The trees, which he had thought ugly and dead... they had green. The blades that grew from the horrid brown dirt... they were green. He looked upon this world in wonder. There was so much green! He looked back to those eyes. And then he knew. He knew why Red could return. He knew how Red could stand again when it had fallen. It was because of green. Green was hope. It was delicate, but it was determined. It was new life from death. It could conquer death.
The creature sang again. Red and Green touched. He wanted to be like they were. He wanted to sing. He wanted to touch. But when he tried, only a growl escaped his throat. This was not song. This was ugly. Dangerous. He tried to reach out, but when he touched Red and Green, his claws pierced. Then there was more red than before. It was red that scared him. He had hurt his Red and Green! He was brown, he was death. He could not touch these creatures of life. He wanted to be with them, but he could not make them join him. He would not kill them. He was afraid of what he had done... he clutched his claws to himself to keep them away. And he would have cried, but he could not, for if he cried, surely his water would wash the hope of green away?
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Post by WinterWings on Jul 20, 2008 1:57:11 GMT -5
At first, the young vampire was alarmed by the growl, and more when it pierced the girl's skin. But then, it's reaction was so far displaced... It pulled itself back so sorrowfully.. No, him. The beast was not an it, for he had emotions, so how could he be called simply an it? That was not nice... His hand went to his mouth and nose as the smell of blood came running oh so beautifully, and he wanted it... He wanted to sink his teeth in and drain all that red away!
He literally slaped himself across the face this time, trying to snap himself out of it. Taking his hands, he clasped them over the wound quite fast, and almost alarming. He looked slightly wild and panicked as he did this, and the way his pupils were so small, it made him look almost insane. "Don't bleed." He hissed desperately between fangs.
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