Outcast
4 posts
Sky
It's where my D.e.m.o.n.s hide
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Post by Druid on Feb 4, 2014 22:11:22 GMT -5
Druid A monster, a M O N S T E R,
And it keeps getting S T R O N G E R
Alone. He was alone. Away from everyone and everything. Away from all the horrors of reality. But, there is one problem. He is not really alone. The Devil has company with him. No, you cannot see them! Don’t be silly! They are in his head. Anything and everything knows that! They live in his head. They advise him on what to do. He can never get away from them. Some say that is why this brute went totally insane. He wanted to be alone, but just couldn’t. It’s like the wind brushing against the tree’s leaves. That eerie rattling sound. That is like them! Like a snake getting ready to strike. That is them! They advise him to be the murder he is now.
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” The Demon screamed! His dark voice crackled and seemed to make the small insects and night birds shutter and run or fly away. “God, just SHUT UP!” He shrieked once again. No, no, no, no…. They just would not hush.
“Tick tock, tick tock. The mouse ran up the clock. But the clock tipped down and fell to the ground. And the mouse was nowhere to be found. ” They kept repeating. Repeating and repeating! Oh god! They are driving the Demon even more insane!
He was walking on the edge of a cliff and mumbling curses to himself. One slip-up and down, down, down! He would plummet to his death. The Ghoul knew what he was doing. The moon was high was nowhere in sight and the dark immense clouds covered the stars. Fog hovered over the ground, giving the night an eerie and scary feel. Ahh! It’s just the way he liked it! It was the perfect place for him to hide. Hide and plot. Plot and kill.
Red glowing orbs seemed to be the only source of light during this dark night. They guided the Devil. Wind gently blew back truffles of long and greasy grey and red fur. A sinister smile ever-so-slightly crept onto the Master’s maw. “I said.... SHUT UP! WHY CAN’T YOU JUST SHUT YOU DAMN MOUTHS?!” The Lupe shouted. Hmpp. That got them to stop.
Something caught his sight. He squint his endless black eyes. “Is that a…a tree! Oh yes! It is a tree! How lonely it seems. All alone in this world. Just like me!” He was right! There was a tree! It was guarded by two statues of Skunks. The Insanity began to prance up to the oak. His boney figure moving so delicately over the cliff. He reached the tree and looked up at it, only to quickly lose interest. After all, it was just a lonesome tree. The Skeleton’s blood curling sight moved to the two statues. There were two. They did not need each other! One was enough. A rumbling and thunderous snarl was released from the Brute’s jaw. This upset him. The two of them... It was disgusting.
He turned his vision to the endless landscape in front of him. He crept to the very edge of the cliff. Red rings scanned the pitch black scenery. The voices started to now whisper to him again. Louder and louder and LOUDER! “Beware! The Demon is here! BEWARE!”
He couldn’t take it! He opened his mouth and let out a nasty, snarl-like howl. It filled the night and made the trees cringe and the grass bend and the animals flee.
Watch out Thoirnisk! There is a new Monster in town. His name… Well, that’s for me to know and you to find out.
"talk talk"[God, my Druid muse is overflowing xD Sorry if this doesn't really make sense. He is insane and I'm just trying to get the feel of insanity.] |
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Post by teeroo on Feb 9, 2014 12:49:14 GMT -5
She wolf ghost of outcast overlook
And so it was in the misty night that a She Wolf heard a crazy sound. Another was approaching, talking to himself and giving off bantering growls and snarls, like a foolish child. She rose, the mist and moon itself, or it was she seemed to be. There were many spirits here, many who had jumped off the cliff themselves or thrown others off, their bodies decaying in the cold water below, but their spirits, ah their fresh and sorrowful souls; they forever lingered here with her. She was the Guardian of the Cliff, the one they called Outcast Overlook, though no one in living memory knew it name. This land was abandoned long ago, but now it seemed it was coming back to life, teeming with her own kind. But this, this wolf that was here now, he seemed a bit odd, even to this old being's eyes. Either he was insane by nature, or he lost his insanity due to misfortune. Which ever it was, she didn't care, and she had to rise now, to see to the stranger herself. She was a white wolf, mist at her heels, eyes a pitch black hole. 'This was what a goddess would have looked like, if there was one' she thought to herself. She was long past the point in believing in higher being, but perhaps there was one, out there some where. She strode alongside a path that was in the air, and she looked as if she was flying, but she had broken wings. No, it was the path of the dead she was taking. She was silent, as quiet as the wind that whispers throughout the world of the dead and into the world of the living, only to be heard when a soul is taken in. And so she appeared, a foot behind the greyish male, calm and at ease. She was no afraid of him, for she couldn't be hurt, not by any living thing. A ghost as she was, her material body looked real, but it was all an illusion. She spoke to him, her voice soft at cashmere, a ribbon cutting in the air. "Quiet creature. You don't want to stir the others, or you will soon be surrounded. Spirits don't take kindly to such loud and obnoxious noise, especially in the middle of our night like this. Who are you?" Druid |
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Outcast
4 posts
Sky
It's where my D.e.m.o.n.s hide
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Post by Druid on Feb 12, 2014 21:31:50 GMT -5
Druid A monster, a M O N S T E R,
And it keeps getting S T R O N G E R
The warm stream of air soon began to die out as the voices hushed themselves. The Demon eyes blared as his ears pricked forward and his tail rose from behind him. Something did not feel right. It felt like something was watching him. One silent whisper then came to his mind. “Turn around! Turn around, and someone will be found!”
A sly smirk then came to his maw. Perfect… If the voice was right, his next victim was right behind him. Oh, he could just imagine it now! He would play a little mind game with her, and then before she could even say anyone would, he would slit her throat and rip out her heart! Oh! The Brute could not wait to feel her soft flesh hanging from his jowls.
A soft and eerie snarl then rumbled in his throat as his lips curved into an unpleasant smile. Hackles slowly lifted as he heard the voice from behind him. He headed his skull to face her with the face of the devil himself. Oh, she had such a lovely voice…too bad this would be the last day she could use it.
He then turned himself all the way around, so his whole body faced the strange Lupa. Hmm… Druid had not seen one like her before. She had the appearance of a normal white pelted canine, but mist followed her paws and she had two orbs like black holes that almost seemed as if they could suck him straight into the endless black. For a brief moment, he even thought of sparing her life.
She finish speaking and the Insanity tried to think of a good response. One that would confuse her.
“Who am I? Ha! Who am I! I am me! I am I! And the voices are they! No, no the voices are US! Ha! But, who are you? You cannot be me and you cannot be I, for that is who I am! And you cannot be them or us for that is who they are! Ha, ha!” His voice ran out like water freezing into ice or a snake slithering through long thickets of grass. A cunning smile then graced his white stained lips as he waited eagerly for her reply.
"talk talk"teeroo |
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