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| Topic Started: Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:25 pm (150 Views) | |
| Vess | Wed Apr 30, 2008 3:25 pm Post #1 |
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Stars littering the desert night sky as the moon shone brilliantly, eying the local wildlife as each one of them struggled to survive another day. However, one out of place malefactor glanced up and glared at the round guardian. Vessurune Dae-Arteloktet sneared at the brightness of the moon. He had found himself lost in the sand dunes late last evening, not exactly sure what he was going to do when the sun rose for the next day, but for now, there were things to kill. Vess had found himself a den of desert hares earlier in the night and was still digging to his own little bloody treasure. Sand and dirt flew into the air behind him and half of it even landed on top of him. He lay prostrate on the desert floor with both arms flailing in the hole. As he dug, the sand grew cooler, and Vess knew he was getting closer. When dirt made way into fur, Vess's eyes opened widely in victory as he clamped down on the animal and tore it from its den. The hare screamed and flailed wildly as Vess quickly sat up and gripped one hand around the neck and the other around the hide feet. He took several hard kicks before succeeding and holding the terrified animal out in front of him. Crunch! Vess's teeth bit down into the middle of the hare, followed by a high pitched scream, twitching, and eventual stillness. Vess sat there with a euphoric gaze, the rabbit still held to his lips. Tearing off the chunk, he spat it on the ground next to him and went back to sucking the juices out of the animal's midsection. Blood poured down the side of his face, down his bare front, and ran into his already frayed and strained pants. In fact, from a distance, Vess would simply look like a lost, homeless, little boy. Well, maybe, if he wasn't trying to bleed a furry little mammal dry. Tossing the husk to the side, Vess eyed the rabbit hole, debating on keeping one for later. The problem was that after they died, the blood tasted funny, and the longer they sat, the worse it became. Tapping a blood-stained finger on his bare knee, he decided to go for another and leaped back into the hole with both arms and started digging again. |
 
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| Yulth | Thu May 1, 2008 12:32 pm Post #2 |
 
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The days had come and passed, as they usually did, and Yulth paid them no mind. The brightness of the world did little beyond remind him of various tasks he needed to perform. During the day, there were snakes. During the evening, scorpions. These two generous benefactors were often unaware that they would be donating their venom until it was too late. Having been combing the sands for a few days, with the help of his obedient escort, his collection was growing nicely. Two glass vials, the larger one reserved for snakes and the smaller for scorpions, were nearly full of the off-colored reagents of death. Had Yulth bothered to check the quantities he had been collecting, he may have determined that he had enough for a long while. Instead, he continued on his hunts, leaving a trail of cold corpses, drained of the substances that made them useful. Of course, the necromancer was not one to waste. A few of the particularly vicious encounters he had resulted in a few new trinkets for his bag of gems. The largest snakes and scorpions had use beyond life. Yulth's nose alarmed him to the presence of something living. At least, it almost seemed living. The dark mage found himself drawn to the scent. It offered him promise of a new plaything. His bag of gems could always grow, if his nose was right. Besides, the smell was upsetting, and it was an easy remedy. There would be no interference this deep in the desert. He walked slowly, not in a hurry, not bothering to play amongst the shadows. The smell was close enough for a stroll. The sight was grotesque, at least as far as the details could be made out in the moonlight. Yutlh let out a deep laugh. "Graced with bare skin, fingers not claws, and yet reduced to a dog in the end," Yulth mused at the digging man. "Heel." The last word that moved past the necromancer's lips had no hint of amusement, which had covered his previous commentary. The last word was dark, commanding. Perhaps the game had ended all too early. |
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| Vess | Thu May 1, 2008 11:44 pm Post #3 |
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Vess whipped around at the words behind him, completely unaccustomed to conversation and very forgetful of even his own native tongue, at least in his current state. Haunched on his feet, Vess was squatting in a wade stance with arms out to the side in the recovery of balance from turning around so quickly. Darkened sand clung to his hands and arms while his face still dripped with blood. His eyes were wide, the center of his iris actually flashing red similar to a dim strobe light, almost as if something was trying to chisle its way out. The young vampire starred at the monster in front of him, unshaken, but completely unmoved. For the first time since his birth, he hadn't wondered what this creature looked like in bloody rags. Vess wasn't even sure if this creature could even bleed. With head tilted to the side, he stood up strait and slowly walked toward the towering humanoid, intently staring at the thin, carcassed arms with fingers no thicker than the small vials they held. Suddenly self-conscious, Vess used a sand covered arm in a humiliating attempt at removing the blood from his chin and jaw, moving the hand down to brush off the blood-stained chest. He continued taking slow steps forward, words finally coming back to him, "What... are you?" They came slow, but what should have been fear was replaced by facination, admiration. In Vess's eyes, something so towering and could still hold itself up and function on such a frail physical body had to be insanely powerful in other aspects. Vess's eyes glowed again, but only to match his voice. |
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| Yulth | Tue May 6, 2008 1:04 am Post #4 |
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Yulth subconciously brushed his sleeves of invisible dirt as he observed the mess that was crouched in front of him. The creature was definately of humanoid form, but the necromancer had a hard time believing that it was human. Its smell was different. The odor was definately of the living, in a sense, but it was tainted with aromas of a race known only to live beneath the ground. Hardly dwarven, it was something darker. There was a curious mixing of possibilities that Yulth could not readily distinguish between. He settled for the fact that this was a creature that had not shown obedience yet. He would do so, whether in this life of the next. Yulth would make sure of it. "What I am, of course, is a silly question. What I am can be many things because, in the end, I can lie. With that in mind, flesh, I am your newest and last master," Yutlh teased. He enjoyed playing with the egotistical concept of freedom before he resorted to power. The necromancer's hands moved in a complex fashion for a few moments as a crackling sparks moved between his fingers. His eyes seemed to glow abnormally in the failing light. His mouth formed a curious smile as he voiced ancient and almost non-audible words. "You did not heel," Yulth snapped immediately after he finished with the arcane chant. His hands reached out toward Vess like claws and the necromancer's smile turned into a gaping grin. His eyes seemed to light up with delight. A shooting pain began to form at the focal point of his dark spell: Vess. Unholy magics began to twist and pull muscles and tendons, swell vessels, and clamp organs, all in an effort to inflict pain. (OOC: Spell is Inflict Minor Wounds.) |
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| Vess | Thu May 15, 2008 10:16 pm Post #5 |
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Vess squinted at the comment made by the horror in front of him, lifting a bloodied hand to the back of his head, giving it a scratch at the needlessness of that obvious truth. Granted, the vampire was still mildly impressed with the artistically verbal announcement, but this wasn't a stage, and the creature before him wasn't supposed to dance... Vess was. The contradiction had Vess confused. The sudden change in thought process wasn't helping. An eyebrow raised at the hand movements, Vess once again wondering why this "master" was the one performing... But his question was quickly answered. Vess's facial expressions stopped dead. His head tilted to the side and his lips twitched into a frown. His eyes widened as he stared at the demon-kin. His arms started to twitch, turning into minor convulses, hands gripped his stomach and chest as fingers clawed at his insides; white flesh quickly reddened, if not bleeding. The noise that came from his mouth was more of a yell of panic than a scream of pain. The lack of control sent Vess into a panicking fit as he fell on the ground trying desperately at controling his muscles while digging the teeth and nails off his organs. Nerve endings made feeling to his limbs come and go, occasional lack of blood wasn't helping. Whenever the spell stopped and his withering ended, he would lay there in the sand facing the stars, rubbing his muscles with a face bleached white and eyes as wide as dinner plates. Loss of control was one thing through anger, another through submission. Vess wasn't sure how much he liked either at the moment as he lay bleeding in the desert. |
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| Yulth | Sat May 17, 2008 4:34 am Post #6 |
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Yulth relished in the moaning pains that shot out of the creature in front of him. The dark magics seemed to reward him with pleasure as they fed off of the flesh of the necromancer's victim. There was almost a second stream of energy that reflected back into Yulth, these charged with horrors. The necromancer relished them. All too soon, the spell had ended, and so too did Yulth's distraction. He watched the creature lay heaving on the desert sand. There was something wrong with the scene. Yes there was blood on the ground, that was to be expected. The dirt was bloodied before Yulth had arrived. The moon was still out and the occassional movement by night creatures marred the silence. The dead animals were still dead, and Yulth's prey was still alive, for now. No, none of those were out of place. It was something much less global that was alerting Yulth's expectations. "No whining?" came a questioning voice, "No promises of harm? No worthless words to object to being ordered around like a mere dog?" He expected his prey to squirm. This one just recieved his punishment. "Or do you expect me to believe that you have learned your lesson and will follow your master's orders?" Yulth asked another question. He did not necessarily expect a response. He wondered if this new set of pestering words would be enough to snap his toy into behaving just like the rest of them had. Before they died, of course. |
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| Vess | Sat May 17, 2008 6:24 pm Post #7 |
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Vess continued laying in the sand, awaiting another tsunami of pain to wash over his body. The potential lack of control made the corner of his eyebrow twitch with annoyance, but nothing happened. Instead, the walking death spoke again. Vess sat up, but cringed at the reminder of the fresh wounds on his torso, inflicted mostly by himself just prior. Regaining control of his composure, he remained seated, but said quietly, "Whining is a waste of effort and completely fruitless." He spat on the ground, tasting blood. Not seeing any, he frowned at the thought of something wrong with his lungs. He wiped his mouth with a glance at his new master. "...Unless you're into that high-pitched nonsense." He assumed not, but probably something close like complete submission. Vess remembered what it was like to have power... to tear down the will of others and kick them around in the dirt. It was fun. He eyed this new creature; eyed it with hope of the same potential, ungodly power that stood before him. Bowing and scraping today leads to not only extended life... but a glimpse at how to obtain such standings. The vampire stood, brushing himself off again. "I do hope my ears don't fail me again, Master..." He trailed off with the implication of finding a name for this creature. He wasn't expecting one, but it would be nice, if just to have something prepared for a gravestone for the inevitable. |
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