Who killed the world? [Open]
Nov 18, 2015 3:41:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2015 3:41:36 GMT -5
A shadowed figure roamed the lands, body heavy with exhaust. Large mitts pressed themselves into the ground for a brief moment, only to be in the air again. His eyes scanned this ruined area, searching...waiting. The large trees, broken rocks and strange slabs of stone haunted him in his dreams. How many days and nights had he traveled to get here? What would the significance be? To bring light to a past long forgotten? He did not know. He needed the fire in his mind to settle, keeping him awake, driving him to the edge. They came around when he would go too long without answers. They plagued his very being. He pushed forward, feeling the rhythmic tick in his brain grow quicker and quicker. He heard whispers in the wind of a pack beyond these lands that ran to the beat of Frigid Plague. Sinister wolves bore themselves into the earth there. More answers maybe more resided there. He had also heard of Honovi that had forged an alliance with the Plague. He snorted, unsure of where his mitts would lead him.
"The earth is sour." It carved into his mind like a rusted metal. "Our bones are poisoned, we have become half life." Another echoed. His breath quickened, eyes darting around the trees, leaping from a boulder in front of him. Snow and ice sprayed into the air around him as he continued. It was starting.
"Hello...?"
"Here they come again... worming their way into the black matter of my brain." He spoke with a low and gruff tone. He felt his temperature rise. Colors around him seemed to shift, like they did all too often. His eyes drained of the Icy blue and were now stained a deep red, bright amber breaking across the solid color.
"Where are you max?"
"You promised to help us max"
"Where were you you?"
"They can not touch me...they are long dead." He muttered to himself in a disgusted tone. His right ear began to twitch as he continued through the lands. A small white wolf appeared in front of him, trotting in front as if along for the ride. Only in spurts did her image disperse like static on the wind. The she pup was stained with mud and what only seemed like blood. "W-where... are you going...max?" She echoed to him, concern across her face. "Shut up." He spat, image disappearing for a brief second and coming right back. "I need you max..." He shook his head, stopping and squeezing his eyes shut. He took a deep breath, holding it until his lungs about burst, then released. Alone in the silence of the snow once again.
"I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead." He paused, as the colors shifted back to their normal other worldly hues. Eyes returning to a Iced blue they were when he was born. "Hunted by scavengers. Haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland..." Disgust filled his features as he watched the area around him, ears swiveling to hear anyone that might be near him. His heart beat pounded in his ears. "Reduced to a single instinct. Survive." He rattled it off, reminding himself of the horrors he had been through. A familiar chant he often spoke to himself, as if to keep him sane. He thought he might have heard voices or a noise off in the distance...but couldn't be sure with his head pounding like it was. He lay in the snow closing his eyes softly, to gain rest for just a moment....
"The earth is sour." It carved into his mind like a rusted metal. "Our bones are poisoned, we have become half life." Another echoed. His breath quickened, eyes darting around the trees, leaping from a boulder in front of him. Snow and ice sprayed into the air around him as he continued. It was starting.
"Hello...?"
"Here they come again... worming their way into the black matter of my brain." He spoke with a low and gruff tone. He felt his temperature rise. Colors around him seemed to shift, like they did all too often. His eyes drained of the Icy blue and were now stained a deep red, bright amber breaking across the solid color.
"Where are you max?"
"You promised to help us max"
"Where were you you?"
"They can not touch me...they are long dead." He muttered to himself in a disgusted tone. His right ear began to twitch as he continued through the lands. A small white wolf appeared in front of him, trotting in front as if along for the ride. Only in spurts did her image disperse like static on the wind. The she pup was stained with mud and what only seemed like blood. "W-where... are you going...max?" She echoed to him, concern across her face. "Shut up." He spat, image disappearing for a brief second and coming right back. "I need you max..." He shook his head, stopping and squeezing his eyes shut. He took a deep breath, holding it until his lungs about burst, then released. Alone in the silence of the snow once again.
"I am the one who runs from both the living and the dead." He paused, as the colors shifted back to their normal other worldly hues. Eyes returning to a Iced blue they were when he was born. "Hunted by scavengers. Haunted by those I could not protect. So I exist in this wasteland..." Disgust filled his features as he watched the area around him, ears swiveling to hear anyone that might be near him. His heart beat pounded in his ears. "Reduced to a single instinct. Survive." He rattled it off, reminding himself of the horrors he had been through. A familiar chant he often spoke to himself, as if to keep him sane. He thought he might have heard voices or a noise off in the distance...but couldn't be sure with his head pounding like it was. He lay in the snow closing his eyes softly, to gain rest for just a moment....
