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| Dragged through the dirt [P]; Diana Sin | |
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| Topic Started: Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:41 am (416 Views) | |
| Graham Sideas | Mon Jul 25, 2011 3:41 am Post #1 |
 
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Six robed figures walked in perfect formation down the path in the forests. Each of them carried with them something very precious, another body for their twisted master's plans. Each of the bodies wore on them a mask made from burned leather and wood, holes cut for the eyes only. Each of the masks had a different mark, only two of them being the same. A seventh figure stalked them in the nearby woods, the leader of this expedition through the hills, and at first glance he'd be just as the other undead in a simple cloak-his face however covered by a mask rather then stitches and scars-but he was in fact the creature that led them. Lucius's normal purple eyes had shifted to red, his master having bonded with him to watch this expedition personally. They were running out of corpses of late, experiments having to be prolonged and changed to ensure that he never ran out of subjects. People were beginning to figure out that traveling through the Hills was a venture for those that had well trained guards or a death wish. He preferred the latter being true, but unfortunately it was more often the former. Graham moved from the trees to fall in behind his soldiers and their march, examining each of the bodies that were being dragged in the back. They had begun to learn that aiming for less critical points and bleeding their opponents was the best method, and each of these men in the back were almost completely in one piece. He frowned at the sight of the last in the line, who was missing one of his arms. He would have to find a spare part if the body took to it's change well at all. Most did not, however. "This won't do at all..." He mused aloud to himself, examining each in the next line of three as well as he could without coming between the march. They were in better condition, and from the weapons that hung loosely from them they were likely the leaders of whatever this expedition his servants had attacked had been. The ghost detached from the body of his most trusted lieutenant, Lucius taking a moment to rub one of his wrapped hands along his pallid face. The perfected undead seemed alive from all glances, but if he would remove those wraps anyone could see the scars that Graham could never repair with any of his workings. The undead lieutenant was starting to accumulate many of those scars, having been stitched together not long ago after a battle that almost destroyed him entirely. "That is never pleasant, My Lord..." Graham merely smiled at the comment, knowing that not a single of his undead would truly enjoy the possession he forced upon them. It was his way of experiencing life again, his materialized form barely a shadow of what he once was-as if he was staring through glass at falling rain. Graham waved his hand, the two undead on the rear-sides of the march dropping their charges and moving off to the sides, going back to grabbing a few more bodies as Lucius hefted the two bodies over his shoulders. He was a remarkable specimen, his muscles not even tensing under the weight. "Let us go then, Lucius. We're already well behind our intended schedule. I have... things.. that these bodies are needed for." Lucius knew very well what things he was referring to and merely cast it out of his mind, the body that now laid beneath the dirt of these hills that was being stitched together by whatever fools didn't escape their traps. He didn't know the beast that this one was based on, but the tales Hector had told spoke of a monstrosity that was meant to be feared. And even as an undead, Lucius felt fear of it. Another figure rushed through the trees around them, Graham's faithful eyes watching for anyone else that would approach and ruin their plans. The young boy was not visible to anyone but his master, his form just as fast as the phantom that kept him tethered to his plane. Phillip was perhaps one of Graham's oldest servants, though the ghost could barely remember a time when he wasn't to truly say that. For now, all that mattered was watching-two forever-open eyes scanning through the mist. |
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| Diana Sin | Mon Jul 25, 2011 4:28 am Post #2 |
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The last few days had not been Diana's best. She had been beaten many times, bested, and hurt. Oh, how she'd hurt. Nightmares haunted her every night now, and she was avoiding sleep. On occasion she could find herself crying when she was alone. Days ago she was strong, confident, ready for every challenge. Several losses and at least one session of torture later, she was feeling constantly defeated. Of course, this depressing attitude did not seem to be constant or consistant, particularly when other people were around. She had gotten to the habit of killing people. She was not even always in the mood to then look over the bodies for valuable. It was probably the lack of sleep hurting her worse on personality, she was letting things slip passed her mind more often. Here in the mist at least she was alone, and people were safe from her wrath as long as they stayed away. She could feel herself tear up again, and was disgusted at herself. She rubbed her face, slapped herself, and then sat, hugging herself close. Oh how she missed it when she was just a man-killing highwaywoman who's emotional baggage was back in the past. Then she twitched. She could hear footsteps coming and dropped more to the ground. She kept herself as still as possible, and wished she could chance going for the Phantom Cloak, but she thought that might make to much noise. Least she was not thinking about the pain in her gut and Emily now. Whoever they were, they were not trying to be quiet. Sounded like quite a group too, more then she would want to fight off alone. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Jul 25, 2011 5:52 am Post #3 |
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It was the smell that brought it to his attention more then anything-the smell of living flesh. Graham's eyes burned to life, spectral flames burning around his eyes. He could see the dancing black light of each of his minions moving through the mist, traces of their 'life' burning indifferently in his eyes. And then he caught sight of the white flame amongst the trees, the soul of a living person. A grin crossed the phantom's face as his form dematerialized and he disappeared into the trees. Phillip moved around the figure, curiously watching her trying to hide. A frown crossed over his face for a moment until his master let the living figure see him clearly. Phillip appeared in front of her, a smile across his pale face. Black marks scarred his face, especially around his eyes and cheeks. The ghost showed his teeth for a moment before sitting down in front of the woman, "You really shouldn't be here, you know. I'd say that you should run while you can but.. well.. it's not like you really could..." The child's ghost laughed, no mirth or emotion in his tone of voice at all. Each of the cloaked figures on the road simply pressed on, dragging the bodies as gently as they could through the dirt in perfect formation. Lucius walked behind, well aware of his master's disappearance. That wasn't important now, however. He had a mission that needed to get done and his master could easily do it himself. The two that left the march came from the woods now, following behind the caravan like blood hounds. Each crouched low to the earth, smelling for their quarries scent as best they could. They were the hounds, all but their nose stitched shut as tight as Graham could manage it. Fodder was the only word he would ever use to describe them, but they proved to have an even better use when it came down to hunts. Graham crept through the mist, no sound coming from his movements in his ghastly form. His eyes tracked the living form and Phillip in the mist, waiting for the right moment for him to show himself. He hadn't been able to show himself to a target in some time, and anyone foolish enough to hide near his march would certainly make themselves a target. Phillip rocked back and forth, hands on his legs. He was waiting, smiling at the girl with little emotion in his expressions beyond that. He was always curious about the living, mostly how they remained so alive with how often he saw them fall into such silly mistakes. His only real experience with them that he could remember was the ones that he saw killed, and a few times that he was used as a spy or representative to help use a man. That one was quite a fun time, really, though he wished he could have had a bigger hand in the slaughter that it caused. Then again, Phillip couldn't have a hand in anything anymore. "I need to ask, what are you ever doing here? A wanderer from one of the villages maybe? Or simply a traveler who fell into the wrong hole of the world? It's not that it matters, I'm merely curious." The ghost giggled, floating slightly for a moment as his figure flickered in the air. His master was calling for him, wanting to use his eyes. Phillip was the one figure that Graham couldn't bring himself to bond with, the child's existence already anchored to his master's body. "Or maybe the better question is if you'd like to stay here forever." |
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| Diana Sin | Mon Jul 25, 2011 6:51 am Post #4 |
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Diana jumped back as the ghost child appeared. As soon as he spoke she was thinking of Emily. However, he was dead. He was however creepy like she had been, childish in the way he spoke while also decidedly grim in what he foretold. "Too late to run?" she said, the moments familiarity fading as she smiled a crazy little smile. She could kill ghosts. If that's true, hope you don't mind me taking out my sword. I like to swing it around when I can't run." She giggled. She unsheathed her blade and listened. It was likely they were coming for her, but the boy kept talking to her. "I am afraid I couldn't possibly stay," she said. "Too much business. I know Emily is dying to see me, at least she will be dying when next she sees me." She looked around. "As for why I am here, I like it here. Usually good place to hide, good place to kill, yes, yes." She looked at the boy. "But the real question is, 'Can I look at your sword?'" she said, grinning madly. "Come on, come on, ask away, ask away." Course the ghost child did not likely know her sword happened to be enchanted. It had been enchanted to make sure she could use it while she wore a certain special cloak, but it also had the benefit of hurting the immaterial of the world, like phantoms or ghosts. Might as well use it, yes, yes. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Jul 25, 2011 7:07 am Post #5 |
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The child's smile spread enough that his teeth were showing, each one rotted and black. "I'm not the one you should showing your blade to, I'm afraid..." His form was no longer visible to her, but he remained there watching. He climbed the nearest tree and sat upon a branch as his master approached. He could feel the iron will of Graham getting closer, the mark that bound Phillip to the necromancer causing an uncomfortable feeling in the ghost's chest. And he could feel others coming, though he wasn't sure which ones they were. The mongrel's were nose-to-the-ground as they hunted the woman, her scent easy to pick up in contrast to the rest of the place around. The only noise they made was the sound of their nose smelling the living thing out, their forms moving over the ground like shadows. Their clawed hands tore up the dirt under them as they passed over ground much faster then their bodies should allow them, soon passing into the thicket of trees. Behind them, their master waited in place. He wanted to see if whoever was here could at least handle themselves well enough. If they couldn't kill two of his minions they weren't worth his personal attention-and if they could they were definitely worth some amusement. A smile crossed his pallid face as his figure materialized again, his body landing comfortably in the dirt with the sound of grass and twigs bending and breaking. He cast no shadow as he moved up and down the trees in anticipation. The first of the mongrel's reached the trees, jumping from the ground into the nearest tree and digging it's claws into it. It would wait for the other before moving in, but it could smell it's prey. Necrotic power surged through the pair of mongrel's as they bound into the trees, each of them bounding from ground to tree and back to the dirt as fast as their bodies could carry them. The first of them reached the tree that Phillip stood in and turned it's head in the direction of the woman, sniffing at the air to make sure it had the direction of it's prey. It's eyes were stitched shut tight, and as his hood fell she could see that it's other features beyond it's nose matched this pattern. The There was no color to the beast beyond grey and lifeless. It waited once again, turning it's head as it's companion jumped onto an adjacent tree and back down to the dirt, going back to it's full height as it neared her. The pair felt their master's will overtake them as the one from the tree rushed at her, claws at the ready. Graham could feel the pair in the battle, tracing every movement they made in his mind and pressing them to act faster, act with more purpose. His will were all they could feel now, their minds taken completely from their task to this hunt. And as his will pressed in further, the second bound to another tree and rushed for the woman as well, the pair's claws sharp and ready to rend flesh from bone. |
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| Diana Sin | Mon Jul 25, 2011 7:28 am Post #6 |
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The boy disappeared with a malicious warning. She looked disappointed. She had really wanted to see how a ghost dies. Seems instead she would have to wait for whoever was coming for her. "Fine, fine," she said, now basically to herself. "But they better be quick. I feel the urge to stab something." She could hear movement. Finally she looked up at a tree to see a man-like thing. It was grey, and it's head dropped to show everything but it's nostrils were sown shut. It was a creature out of a nightmare, not her nightmares, but a nightmare none the less. Diana was not terrified. The kid had scared her more, monsters were just monsters. Far from fear, she smiled, beginning to whisper incantations to herself. The creature pounced for her but she was able to jump to the side to avoid it, still muttering her spell, casting Draconic Might upon herself. She slashed at it quick but the time needed to concentrate on her spells last few words might have been enough to give it the ability to move away from her blade. Diana however suddenly heard another one and turned as it jumped for her. She knew quickly she would not be able to avoid a clawing from this one as easilly and instead thrust her blade as it came, if it was going to get a piece of her she was going to get a piece of it, and she wanted her piece to be bigger. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Jul 25, 2011 8:44 am Post #7 |
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The mist itself seemed to whisper at her, no real pattern or words in it's voice. The words repeated over one another, becoming a mass of incoherent babbling in tongues as the two swarmed around her. Their voices were as one as they spoke, working over one another so it felt like a crowd was whispering in her ears. The first one slid along the dirt, slamming into a tree with a loud crack before kicking into the dirt to bring it to it's full height. It cracked the clawed fingers on it's hands until one of the stitches broke, black ooze dripping from the wound. There was no sign in it's features or the voice it's mind was casting out that it felt rage, merely the need to kill. The second one felt the blade bit in but didn't show any sign of pain, bringing it's first claw in to scratch at the woman's sword arm, the other coming in like a fist towards her stomach. As it's momentum took it slamming into her then past her it slid over the ground, it's leg and side that the blade slammed into made completely useless. It's entire body shook as it's one leg held it up, the other futilely trying to put weight on itself to hold the beast up. The iron will that guided it on showed it's face now, the wound beginning to glow with a pallid, sickly glow. The wounds began to ruffle as stitches began to close themselves, the wound fixing itself enough so the leg would still work. Graham could feel the wound, and he would not make it stop the beast from killing it's prey. They both charged as one again, the first one jumping onto the back of the second and coming down towards the woman from the hardest angle it could muster, it's claws diving like a spear towards her. The second one pounded into the dirt, cracking a few of it's ribs before clawing itself to it's feet and aiming it's entire body towards the woman's legs like a battering ram. Graham finally arrived, sitting upon the branch next to the child. It didn't occur to him that the branch he was on was bending slightly under his weight, or that no one but him could see Phillip any longer as he watched the battle, his hood pulled up tightly. All that could be seen of his features was his blood red eyes glowing from beneath his hood, waiting for the moment that he should reveal himself. Phillip looked up at his master and smiled, looking back down at the field with some interest in his eyes. It had been a while since the lad had seen the beasts fight something that could actually fight back-at least well enough to put on a show that Graham was willing to watch. Lucius waited near the tree as well, ready to move in and defend his master. He had dropped off his load of bodies and went to protect his master, the will that Graham was pressing forth to the pair that was fighting the woman bleeding into the other creatures he had wandering around. The transcendent's eyes were dazing out as he felt his master's will scratching away in his head. His body was barely holding itself together anymore, and he could feel his master waiting for the moment to force his will into Lucius, and bond with him again. Today was not a day the lieutenant was remotely fond of. |
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| Diana Sin | Mon Jul 25, 2011 9:04 am Post #8 |
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The momentum of the second creature sent it into her gut and she screamed. The wound may be no more then a scar, but she felt her little present still in her belly, jiggling around uncomfortably. At first the scream was of pain but soon it became a cry of bloody murder and rage as they both came at her again. She would not stand for this any longer, no more fighting with this defensive nonsense. She turned as they came at her, the one coming at her back was her target, it was the stronger one after all. She cleaved straight into it, to cut it in half. As the top half of the body fell she would grab it by the head, turn doing a great though over her head into the one going for her legs. "Die, die, die, die, die, die, die," she said, over and over and over again, her eyes filling with bloodlust and rage. She kept slamming one into the other again and again, her draconic might helping her beat them into eachother. "No. One. Touches. Emily's. Present." She let the body drop from her hand and just started wildly slashing them, the Drow Scimitar easily capable of slicing through flesh and bone, and she made sure they would be in many pieces before her wild rage subsided and she just stood there, her eyes twitching. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Jul 25, 2011 9:50 am Post #9 |
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Even beyond death, when their bodies were no longer able to react, the beasts twitched and moved in an attempt to fight. The hand of one of the beasts grasped and twitched in the dirt, trying to claw into the mud created by the flow of black ooze and blood. Graham smiled lightly as he began to clap his hands, his materialized body making an odd clapping sound as no blood or weight was truly within his limbs. "That was a rather impressive display, though I must admit the use of magic makes it quite a bit less so." He dematerialized, floating down from the branch and landing softly in the dirt. He removed his hood, revealing his mane of snow white hair, and his face of missing flesh and blood red eyes. He was more interested in manipulation then murder now, the stronger mortals and living creatures of the world being much more interesting as pawns instead of mindless drones. "But I must ask, dear unfortunate traveler... What else drives you into such rages? Maybe I should find out..." He stepped back, watching the figure closely as his eyes began to glow with a pallid green light. Lucius stepped forward behind his master, the two meeting and Graham's form absorbing into the undead's. Their souls melded together, bonding as one as Graham's will completely destroyed Lucius's own will, making the body the master's alone. They stepped forward, Graham cracking the bodies knuckles as the trees around them rustled and moved. He had more of his beasts coming for them now, and he smiled as he began to hear their psionic voices. Soon that whisper overtook the thicket the battle had taken place, the same simple phrase repeating itself over and over again like the chanting of mortals in their churches. "They are without life, yet they live... yet they live.. yet they live..." The first of them showed themselves, one of the siren's of the cult following Graham had created. All but it's mouth was stitched shut, and bloody teeth showed in it's wicked grin. Drool stretched down it's chin as it thought of the meal before it, bounding from the tree and towards the woman at full speed, it's serrated claws aiming for her throat. They were sharped so that any wound the landed would tear open, painfully splitting flesh from bone. The others came in as well, from all directions. There was only a single other one like the siren, each of the others with a different part of their faces stitched closed. There was two of the mongrels from before as well, bounding on all fours like a monstrous hound. The one amongst them that didn't charge at the woman waited aside it's master, it's ears listening to the battle, each movement made painting an image in the beast's mind as perfectly as if it could see. |
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| Diana Sin | Mon Jul 25, 2011 9:55 pm Post #10 |
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As she was calming herself down she looked up and saw the mastermind behind the mindless monsters and smiled. He floated down from the branch and she blinked. He was... a phantom? Oh gods, would she get to see how a spirit died? Oh please, oh please, oh please! There was a look of murderess glee on her face, but she waited, amazingly patient for someone like her, listening. "The point is not to be fair, it's to win," she said to his claim that she was less impressive for the use of magic. She seemed to ignore his question of what drove her rage for now. She looked a little angry that she was once more avoiding killing a ghostly figure when he fused with a servant that had appeared. And there were more servants coming, she could hear chanting now. The first she saw had only it's mouth open, everything else shown shut on it's face. She smiled at the drooling creature. "Come on, gives us a kiss, baby," she said, though she knew only she would even understand the taunt as it ran for her. At the last moment she ducked under it's claws and gave a slash going upward, from between the legs all the way up to the head if it worked out perfect. But there was no relaxation to be had from that, as more were coming for her. "Come on then, come on," she said, grinning. "Let me rip you, let me tear you." Truth be told, Diana knew she was never good against large numbers. She preferred a maximum of two, maybe three if she was feeling confident. But today she was taking on a lot more, but it was not like she could avoid it now. |
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| Graham Sideas | Mon Jul 25, 2011 10:39 pm Post #11 |
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Graham watched for a moment as the woman fought in the midst of the group-impressively enough at that. There was a certain respectable prowess in the maddening movements of the berserking woman, though he wasn't quite sure he would tell her that. Then again he wasn't here to help, he was here to hurt. Especially for the grievous sin of interrupting one of his marches. He cannot allow a single living creature to be near the marches, the chance of interrupting the careful process of picking bodies and transporting them carefully being harrowing and difficult to maintain now that so much of the nearby villages had begun to catch on to his mechanization. Really, he wished that humans were as dumb of some of the undead he had made out of their weaker kin. Though he was quite sure the wish was already true, it wasn't quite so much when they had plenty of months of their mistakes warning them repeatedly until his tactics became useless. It was a harrowing process of elimination that would merely becoming a festering wound that would send armies of the not-yet-undead towards him. Lucius's body jerked as Graham remained standing, the body falling into the nearby tree and rolling into the grass. The undead that came at her would fall limply after any blow thrown at them to ensure that he could focus his will into his next plan. The trees around shuddered as heavy feet slammed into the dirt nearby. Blood red eyes gazed through the trees, glowing past the mists. There was no noise beyond it's 'feet' pounding into the dirt as it pressed forward, a spider's leg with a human fist at it's end pushing a nearby tree out of it's way to clear enough space for Abrams to show himself. It's body was almost twelve feet tall at full height, the spider body that the man's abdomen rested on having seven other legs similar to the one that pushed the tree aside. It's skull glinted, glass forming the top of the beast's skull to reveal a brain that had electricity running over it's entire surface. The phantom moved away and watched as the spider stepped forward, it's chitinous flesh glistening like blood covered steel. It made no audible sound, it's eyes merely following the woman's form like a hungry beast. It's arms were built like massive shields, many bones warped and shifted to make it a wall of flesh and bone. The creature would take all of his will to control, but it was always a monstrosity he enjoyed watching in action. It bellowed in rage and rushed forward, it's spider-legs kicking out and grabbing with their human fingers. The stinger that formed from it's back shifted awkwardly, slapping around it's form to try and pound into the woman's side. |
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| Diana Sin | Mon Jul 25, 2011 11:21 pm Post #12 |
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The bodies around her all fell limply and she looked around, confused for a moment. Why had they just suddenly... And then she looked towards the sound that made the trees shutter, like a giant was coming for her. The creature that came for her was massive, as she saw it the first thing she thought was a giant spider. It made her remember Emily's spiders. Emily was an Arachnomancer, had even restrained Diana to a tree. The only reason the dagger in her gut was not cutting in her was because of that webbing as well. Diana shuttered, backing away slowly. No, NO, this... this was not one of Emily's pets. This was a mass of flesh. The closer it came, the more she saw that it was not an actual spider, merely a creature made of human bodies in the form of one. Of course, 'merely' did not well work for something so abnormal, but it could always be worse. Like if Emily had been riding it, that would have been a lot more frightening. But it was enough to make Diana think twice about her will to stay here and kill everything she could. She may have been off her rocker, but Diana still possessed a brain that could properly think and know when when she was fighting something too big for her. "Well, no time to stay here, I'm afraid," she said, backing off a little more. "Guess I will have to see you later. As she spoke the creature was trying to attack her and she jumped back quickly to avoid it. "No, no, no time for goodbye hugs. I really must be going." And thus she did the smart thing, turned, and ran for her life. |
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| Graham Sideas | Tue Jul 26, 2011 2:50 pm Post #13 |
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Another tree was pushed from the behemoth's path as it started on it's warpath of rage and destruction. It had been pieced together piece by piece once again recently, something that infuriated the phantom to no end to tell the truth. It was destroyed in another battle, though he was quite sure that the woman's reaction hinted that she wouldn't even remotely try and destroy the creature hunting for her-something he felt had roots in whatever pushed her to the level of psychosis she showed. Graham's fingers began to move through the air similar to a conductor as the beast's movements became chaotic. It's 'hands' began to reach up, the beast hoisting itself up into the trees above, reaching from limb to limb to move itself like a shadow over the woman. His intention was one of pure amusement, trying to crush the interloper beneath the bulk of the spider beast. It's red eyes traced movements beneath it's bulk as it pressed forward, glee in it's master's eyes. Phillip watched with a frown as Abrams hefted it's massive bulk up into the trees and chased it's quarry, never fond of such creatures as the monster. He had seen a few under his master's employ, but the spider-beast was by far the most grotesque. It's whole body was similar to the lesser experiment, Seele. He wasn't quite sure what the man it was made out of had done to his master in it's past life, but the process that created it sounded intentionally painful and excessive-flaying being the first step of it. The child shrugged and kicked his feet, watching the show all the same. He couldn't exactly take himself far enough away that he wouldn't be aware of it, a small black orb tattooed into his master's materialized flesh made sure of that. Abrams followed the mortal fleeing below, everyone now and again his tail wrapping down his body and striking like a scorpions stinger towards the woman. The undead's face had no real expression beyond rage, but it's master could feel an odd rush of glee as it chased it's prey. Most of it's mind was no longer the man sat atop it, but the spider the man rested on. This was the hunt, and since she could no longer weave silk, this was all she could do. And she would chase on until the enemy was bloody and no longer breathing. |
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| Diana Sin | Tue Jul 26, 2011 3:09 pm Post #14 |
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Diana kept running and she could here it following behind her. At one point she heard it going slightly off the path and she turned around to see it climbing a tree. It was faster then she had hoped it would be. It was certain she would have to use some sort of trick to get out of this, but what tricks did she have up her sleeve? She could have pulled out the phantom cloak, but if ever there was someone likely to have some plan against that sort of trick it would be a real phantom. She immediately thought that unwise. What else did she have? Well, there were those magical candies she had gotten earlier. She remembered she had stolen them being promised one would shrink her while the other would make her grow. She considered it for a moment, looking up at the creature that seemed to be setting itself up to jump down upon her. She went back to running to avoid being crushed under the spidery creature and put her hands in her pockets. She pulled out a pink candy. She could not remember if it was the pink or purple one that would make her taller, but she honestly had no time to consider it for long. She gave it a lick as the stinger was coming for her. And suddenly she was at least out of the stingers way. Of course, that was because she was suddenly a sixth her actual size and everything she owned was suddenly bigger then her, including her clothes. "That... wasn't right..." she said, though if anyone of normal size heard her she would sound squeaky. She looked up to see the spider and tried to hide in her own clothes. Oh she had gotten herself in quite a mess now. |
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| Graham Sideas | Tue Jul 26, 2011 4:05 pm Post #15 |
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Surprise was one of many emotions that flooded the phantom, and by extension the abomination that hung in the trees over where the woman had just been. For a moment he debated on the thought of a teleportation spell-an extremely bad one from the looks of the woman's affects laying on the ground where she was. From the looks of the spell the woman had used earlier, however, he would guess something much more akin to altering one's self. Abrams pushed off the trees, one of them collapsing into the dirt as it stood over where the woman was. It's shadow was cast over the clothing as it's spider body dipped low, it's two front legs picking at the clothing, the undead fingers at the end of each leg picking up weapons and affects in an attempt to find a clue where it's pray had gone. Such things were well beyond the hunter, however, it's mind long gone since it's transformation. In what could only be explained as a rage, it's tale began to stab repeatedly into the pile of items and clothing, every now and again opting to pound a rounded side of it's head into the mess. After the first few stabs, however, it began to aggressively pound it's open palms into the clothing. It didn't want to tear it to ribbons, not yet anyway, quite sure that it's master would want to obtain something out of it. Graham approached the scene, running a hand along the beast's flank as it moved towards the pile. His eyes flickered to spectral life as he traced over the clothing, a very small and faint spark of white light showing within, at least compared to what it used to be. Though he had a feeling after the show that Abrams had just let on, whatever was beneath was nowhere near happy about whatever she had gotten herself into. "This cannot be a well thought out plan in the least.. Abrams, retreat." He held his hand up, the beast moving away, not even turning, and stopping as it rammed itself into a nearby tree. The phantom sighed at the thought of the idiocy of some of the undead, lately finding himself annoyed at the level the creatures and their burned out minds. Such powerful creatures, and they couldn't even beat a child at a puzzle game. "I will admit that this little show of yours has sparked an interest of mine, academically. Would you be opposed to an autopsy while you were living, maybe? I suppose you would, no ones ever truly gone over that. It's been a while since I've done it, however..." He rubbed his chin, thinking of many such things he had done in the past, mostly within his time as a lich and serving under his old master. He could remember a time when all he wanted to do was learn, to get these secrets for the sake of having them. Power corrupts, however, and he soon found himself doing even crueler experiments for much darker reasons. But now wasn't the time for nostalgia. "How about keeping it simple, Parlay? I promise I will keep the beast from your humble pile... if it suits me." A smile crossed over the phantom's face as he materialized, setting himself down in the dirt with his legs crossed. His curiosity had overtaken his blood-lust in a rather odd way, confusing Phillip who appeared next to his master, sitting down in the dirt as well, though he wasn't remotely visible to anyone beyond Graham. |
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