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Monster
Chaos demon
58 years old
played by Pinn
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What's a god to a non-believer?
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Post by ASTRID on Feb 4, 2015 10:36:45 GMT
It is. She is. A monster, that is. It's what they call her. It. The monster has not gotten used to its own title, the feel of language is rough on her tongue, slick with blood and saliva. What she does understand is the screaming and the fire, the way it nips hungrily at her ankles and warms her flesh. Creatures run and she stops them, traps them, touches them with flames. The cacophony brings her pleasure, it speaks to the spark in her belly. She does not know much but the name of this sensation comes to her easily. It is chaos. She is chaos, and she has wrought it upon this village.
Her claws cleave posts in two. She half-ignores the creatures fleeing, they are not what she seeks. Only collateral. Only if they are too slow and too loud. She craves ashes and the smoke in the air. She does not know; why, she has no sense to ask. She was born in the blazing mountains and she brings them with her, an inferno spilling out from between her fingers. She is barely a child but she tracks ruin under her hooves.
ALEXANDER EAST |
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Monster
HELLHOUND
650 years old
VANGUARD
played by NETTE
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WE ARE FOR SOME REASON ALL THE TIME BLEEDING
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Post by ALEXANDER EAST on Feb 8, 2015 2:19:00 GMT
he runs in only the way that hellhounds can -- a cloud of ash and dust, smoke billowing from his non-existent frame, innate hell-magic being the only thing that keeps him together. and he runs, but not in the direction that many others from this small monster village are going, away from the fire and chaos. no, he runs toward it, his own fire following in his steps and filling the ground on which he has walked. there is a sharp grin on his maw, lips curling back from white, white teeth that have tasted the blood of many a creature. and in the fire and chaos this other monster has wrought, he feels at home. eventually, he reaches the one point in this wreckage that has not fled in terror -- a red, curious little monster with horns and hooves. it is not the oddest thing that he has seen in his lifetime, but still, he slows, and comes to a stop. he has seen something of this kind before, but from where, the memory is fleeing. the hellhound tilts his head, and waits for the chaos-raiser to notice. ASTRID gomen for a shitty post |
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Monster
Chaos demon
58 years old
played by Pinn
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What's a god to a non-believer?
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Post by ASTRID on Feb 8, 2015 14:09:54 GMT
The screaming is carried further away, like a ghost on the wind. Where there was once teeming life there remains only crackling embers and split lumber. She sniffs the air and inhales it. Before she felt wrong, and now she feels closer to right. The wind stirs her flames and sparks catch her eye. She licks them back up, the fire scorching in her mouth, but in them she tastes a foreign burn. A smog not created by her, and it makes her curious, and more than a little confused. Another's fires burn nearby. She waits, but not for long. The strange smog comes closer. Slowly, almost sagely, she turns her head and then her body towards the interloper. The one who didn't run away, but rather towards. They stand in the center of a burning village, watching each other. She sniffs, her nostrils flaring. She is young, almost imp-like in her form but still standing taller than any human man. She doesn't know what this creature is called but it smells of her kind and looks like inferno, personified.
Language is new to her. She stares at the creature, a childish impudence raging in her eyes. The quiet regard it offers her gives her pause. She manages to choke out a word, stiff and unusual, distorted because it breaks from the demon's mouth. "What?" She phrases. What are you, what are you doing here, what is this place? These are the things she wants to say, but her mind cannot give substance to those thin desires. And quietly, there is a whisper in her burgeoning thoughts that asks 'What am I'?
This creature's flames are aged. They are not as impetuous and untested. They taste like a different era, and somehow she feels like they are at once alien and familiar, like forgotten kin.
ALEXANDER EAST <3 |
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Monster
HELLHOUND
650 years old
VANGUARD
played by NETTE
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WE ARE FOR SOME REASON ALL THE TIME BLEEDING
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Post by ALEXANDER EAST on Feb 8, 2015 21:58:16 GMT
at shoulder-height he is still the size of a dog -- a rather large dog, true, but still a dog. the red monster towers over him at its height, but alexander is not afraid. it is centuries away from being able to challenge him, and still, there is no reason for antagonistic behaviors yet. a word chokes itself out of the monster's vocal cords, distorted and wrong right for their kind. a single word -- what? -- and the hellhound flicks his tail, once. he ignores the screams of the fleeing, and the fire that licks at his non-substantial paws. goat hooves, curved horns, red scaled abomination of a creature. finally, it occurs to him what it is, and he smiles in satisfaction. chaos demons had always brought a favorite brand of chaos of his to the boringly normal world. "nothing, child. though, you may wish to achieve a higher level of control with your fire." there is little left of the town -- only ashes and bone-dust in the wind, cowering monsters hiding where they can. perhaps he is speaking to a fully-aware, sentient being. or perhaps he isn't. regardless. "chaos does not always have to be obliteration."sometimes, part of the fun is leaving a few to spread the word. ASTRID |
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Monster
Chaos demon
58 years old
played by Pinn
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What's a god to a non-believer?
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Post by ASTRID on Feb 9, 2015 21:53:12 GMT
It speaks. The amalgamation of flame and smoke and embers in a quadruped shape has a mouth. It quirks it at her, and she has the distinct suspicion that it is pleased about something. She mimes the action with her own scaled lips, holding it for just a few seconds before she finds it too repulsive to continue. Her face was not made to do such things. It- he? Has language. He wields it far more masterfully than she does, and it dawns upon her that language might have a use. Her lust for destruction has been sated, and the red tinge of her vision has lessened. She can see through the haze of rage to find the value in knowledge.
It takes her a while to process his words. She turns them over slowly in her mind, connecting them to things and actions as if drawing a web. When she does, she takes a step forward, still as ungraceful as a calf. She attempts to speak again, her voice halting. "What is... control?" She parcels out each word as if it is a struggle to make the shapes. The word control grates upon her, though she does not know why. He called her a child. Children lack control. She controls chaos. Her mind goes in odd loops. "Why control my chaos?"
She thought that destroying this village was enough. Now this creature is telling her there is a better way. She has no choice but to believe him, for what does she know? Until now, her mind had lain dormant in her shell of a skull.
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