Zenku
Demon 
Fire Demon
Evil Knows No Bounds
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Post by Zenku on Jan 23, 2007 21:36:25 GMT
In the dead of night the forest was completely silent and completely dark. That is, besides the greasy little laugh that could be heard every once in awhile and an equally greasy green speck of fire. It flickered deep in the heart of the forest and if one look closely, a figure sat in front of this sickly fire. A grotesque face was lit up, even more grotesque than usual because of the deep shadows. One could hardly see his eyes, they were no more than the empty sockets of a skull, save for his glowing irises. They looked like the cores of a nuclear powerplant. It was a sick glow, an uneven one. His eyes flickered as badly as the fire.
He giggled again with a deep, wide smile. It was an unsettling sight. Over the fire he held a hand. The fire grew, darkening to an orange that matched his hair. Around him lay old porno mags and empty vodka bottles. A few empty pill containers littered the area as well. A syinge could be spotted beside an grungy old matress that reeked of mold.
His suit lay over a tree, he wore only a white shirt (splattered with blood) and his black boxers. Who needed clothes anyway? He laughed merrily (creepily). He hoped some unfortunate human would come by and he could brutally murder them, but of course he had no such luck, so instead, he took a deep swig from a vodka bottle. He took a mirror out of his pant's pocket and a packet of white powder. Might as well have some fun.
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Post by Atticus Thompson on Feb 8, 2007 3:17:10 GMT
One, two, three, four.. Atticus counted his steps slowly, letting them lead himself where they wished. He watched them with great curiousity as he did everytime he looked down. It was as though he'd never seen his feet before.
This night layed out a particularly black sky, more black than it was usually, though this was never a problem for Atticus. He was always used to the night. He loved it and hated it at the same time and, of course, had his reasons.
"Shit..." He muddered, his head hitting something lightly, though hard enough to hurt for a moment. Looking up, something caught his eye. A little flame in the distance. Atticus easily sorted through the trees getting closer to the fire though keeping his distance.
Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two... He stopped. There was a person there. Someone who did not look at all familiar. He thought about turning around though stalled for a moment or two. Possibly too long of a moment.
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Zenku
Demon
Fire Demon
Evil Knows No Bounds
Posts: 19
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Post by Zenku on Feb 8, 2007 3:23:50 GMT
Zenku had heard the other, which was probably very unfortunate for the other. "Oh just dun stand there in the shadows, doll-face." His voice sounded like an oil slick. Sickly, sounded phelgmy. He laughed softly. "I'm jus'bout to start the good times. Join me. I won'even charge ya!" He cried loudly and a wild laugh followed. He cut the white powder onto the mirror and rummaged around the forest floor for a moment. "Ah-ha! Gothcha." He muttered, picking up a dirty straw. He stuffed the straw up his nose and sniffed half a line, switched sides and finished.
"Don't you look just del-ish?" Zenku asked, his eyes glowly and flickering like the fire that was in front of him, probably making him a meer shadow to the new comer as well. "Well comeon then, jus dun stand there, I might'ave for eternity, but ya sure don't!"
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Post by Atticus Thompson on Feb 8, 2007 3:34:57 GMT
Atticus froze. Who ever the hell this was... he didn't like it. His upper lip twitched in disgust; He could smell the alcohol from where he was standing. It would have been hard for a mortal to pick up, but seeing as he was not...
"I'll be fine, thanks." He snapped in a way that seemed opposite of polite.
One-two-three-four- Atticus's counts were now more fast and extreme because he'd began to pick up his pace. He wasn't the smartest person in the world, though he knew trouble when he saw it. And in this person, he saw it and sensed it,
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Zenku
Demon
Fire Demon
Evil Knows No Bounds
Posts: 19
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Post by Zenku on Feb 8, 2007 3:40:28 GMT
"You dun need ta fucking snap, you isolent, inbred." He hissed. Zenku sounded angry, and technically he was, but a shark-like grin was pulled over his pale and disgusitingly-peeling lips. He laughed again, standing slowly, he pulled his suit jacket back up and swung his mauve tie around his neck and looked over the other. He carefully (which cery great caution) slipped his mirror and white powder back in one of the jacket's pockets.
"Ya'sound egdy, mutt." He pointed out with a sneering laugh. Yeah, he knew the boy was a werewolf, he was demon. He could sense it and smell it. "Full moon's nearly out. It'lbe a blue moon, I reckon. People act crazy when the blue moon is'round." He said softly, padding over to the other. Zenku dragged a nail down his cheek. "Tame pups might be prone'ta bite." He said, snapping his teeth (overly pointed) together to create a snapping sound.
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Post by Atticus Thompson on Feb 8, 2007 3:49:19 GMT
"You dun need ta fucking snap, you isolent, inbred."
Atticus said nothing but kept counting in his head. It helped him stay calm and without numbers he'd probably die of fear...
When the stranger began to speak of how the moon was almost full, Atticus felt his stomach cringe. The one (and only) thing that he liked about being a werewolf was that when he was, he didn't have to count to stay sane. He felt normal (Of course, aside from the fur, the howling, the over acts of agression, etc).
"Shove off." He muddered. Atticus was never well with strangers... So you could basically say he was never well with people in general.
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Zenku
Demon
Fire Demon
Evil Knows No Bounds
Posts: 19
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Post by Zenku on Feb 9, 2007 2:42:48 GMT
"I'’rather shove on if ya catch m’ drift." He said with a sneering smirk and an unctuous laugh. “I dun mind a pup with a bit of a bite, if I dun say so myself.” He swung an arm over the boy’s shoulder, pulling Atticus along beside him back to the fire. His own arms were bony, but had surprising strength. He laughed softly as he pulled the boy along. “I have to apologize for the mess, I wasn’t really expecting company.” He drawled softly, leaning into the boy. “But I don’t mind, your not a problem at all, don’t worry about that.”
He shoved the boy forwards to the mattress (hoping he’d fall, o’course) He laughed and sat down himself. “Care for vodka? Cocaine? I might even have something harder if ya be lucky…” He said, still smiling that cold smile. “Or how does pulling your stomach out through your mouth sound?” He added just as brightly, clearly insane. “Or sex? Anything really, as long as it’s Sin.” He dropped the boy a wink. “So whattcha name any who, kid?”
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Post by htyyt on Jun 26, 2008 20:20:45 GMT
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