the Rift


Zombie Hunts [Spar, Oxy]

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#1






Life shall begin to believe that soon the man will hold no pressure to the earth, that his body will decay as it fades into the darkness. Clicking upon stone and dragging thin marks across the stone floor, he wanders into the hole into the ground and let's the moonlight falling from holes in the ceiling ignite the cavern. Water drips from the formations around him, his single ear listening to their faint noises.
Unlike his usual self, the mask is not about his head at this moment, swung off and added to bounce limply by a leather strap around his neck. For eyes that are typically dull though their colour is burning, something is different in them. They shine bright with emotion, running through the back of his head and slipping between parts that aren't supposed to be there. One thought stumbles over something that wasn't meant to be there and is gone it's loss is acknowledged. The Unknown is aware and knows full well of everything that moves about the glass walls that make his brain.
The thought that had been lost in his head was of the incident at the Steppe, how his trip had ended in what he never expected that. It unsettled him, moving his head and broken gears long forgotten so that the cobwebs that coat them were lost in a dark wind and thick shadow.
In his bright eyes, what happened there was the beginning of a black fog that he'd hadn't taken note of if it was taking pieces of the land apart in other places. The land was going to become something out of a Stephen King book and they would become the ones in the plot that would be affected by a monster.
One question remains with all of this: Who is going to be the murderer, the monster that is in the night that makes a small town in Maine fearful to let their children out during the night? Who was going to be the bad guy that in the end has something horrible happen to them without first moving on a rampage?
No answer could be scraped up in his head and it toiled like rough waters in a storm out at sea. 'It sound be forgotten even if it is moving southward. Hiding will do you well when it comes down to it.' No. 'Why no? Is that answer even worth wild to what I have just said?' Yes. 'You still haven't answered my first question.'
Shajake turns his head to the doorway of a cavern that the white man stands in. It stands there with it's short frame and gold eyes, digging into the pits of his mind and pushing him off the edge of the canyon just so that it could watch him fall again. He fells it get into a soft spot and in this pain, though it is faint and making him a masochist, makes the mad man throw his mask on and ignore the ghostly creature that the disease makes for him.
Quit. "No, not when your brain is so much fun to dig into it." He doesn't bring himself down to his knees where he could beg for mercy. Any begging was going to have him killed mentally, thrown to the pit and drowning in the waters of madness and insanity at the bottom.
He makes his way into the cavern, never noticing that The Unknown stands in front of him smiling and patiently waiting for his arrival as Scinfaxi fades in the moonlight.

OOC: Shajake is in the Sanctuary, wandering out of the main cavern into a small one off to the side. Nighttime with dim light brought into the room by medium sized holes in the ceiling. Cold enough to bring a slight shiver to you, but nothing like snow or ice.

@[Oxy]

You have first attack. Feel free to rattle him about if you want to get him angry or annoyed at him.

"talk talk talk"

“AND THE WORMS ATE INTO HIS BRAIN....... - HEY YOU BY PINK FLOYD

Oxy the Addict Posts: 322
Hidden Account atk: 5.5 | def: 7.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2hh :: 9 [Tallsun] HP: 73.5 | Buff: DANCE
Unnamed :: Common Boggart :: Mayhem Sevin
#2
Where the heck are you? How the hell did you even get here? Stone everywhere. Water dripping. Lava boiling pleasantly behind a wall of glass. You're not hallucinating again, are you? You shake your head once, twice, three times. Still, nothing changes. And besides, your vision isn't even blurry. No, you actually feel a slight headache coming on. First you ran away from the darkness in the swamp, then you ran away from the darkness at the ocean. Unfortunately, the junction between those two places has been the only place you've seen your previous vines growing. And so, while you were able to refill your stock the last time you were there, the number of vines you have left has been running dangerously low. Even with rationing you're running on fumes. You shudder to think of what will happen when your supply runs completely out. Detox... You're not sure you can handle it.

Starting to walk, enjoying the way your hooves click on the stone floor, you decide to try and find a way out of this place. You've got to go searching, you've got to go on a mission. There are plenty of places you haven't explored. Maybe.... no, you dare not hope. You shake the thought from your head. To hope that you will find your vines somewhere else and then not find them... it would be torture, it would be the death of you. So you won't hope, but you'll look, and perhaps you will find. From your shoulder bag, your wisp laughs in your head, mocking you for your addition, for your failures. You hate her. Stealing her from Ampere was, perhaps, the worst thing that ever happened to you and you make sure that she knows this, adding in a few thoughts about how she's lucky you're kind enough to take care of her. You could have crushed her and you didn't. She should be grateful.

As you walk, you feel parts of your body begin to moisten ever so slightly. The sweats. Opening your bag up, you shove your overly-large nose into the leather, inadvertently letting the obnoxious, mostly-invisible wisp out of her prison, but for now you don't care. Your plants are in there. You nose through them, counting. One, two, three, four... No, that's it. Just four. Four might have lasted you half a day before this tragedy of the blackness. You're going to have to make it last a lot longer than that. You carefully bite half of one of the plants off, chewing on it slowly. You're trying to enjoy it, to mash every last ounce of juice out of it, maybe to give you the sensation that you're eating more than you actually are. But psychological tricks aside, your body knows when it's not getting the dose it wants.. no, needs. And this half-vine won't last you very long, but it's better than nothing, at least.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you see him. Well, the back end of him. The crazed maniac you ran into at the beach, the man that had a huge gouge down his neck, the man who dared you to attack him. You didn't then, you were on a mission that you ultimately failed at. But this time... This time you will not fail. Of course, your mission has unexpectedly changed.

Perhaps driven by the frustration at losing your vines, you don't even try to give the man fair warning. You take up a trot, trying to head towards the left side of his rear end, ignoring the warning bell in your head, the mind of your feeble wisp, sending you thoughts of pain and then a reminder that your vines are running low. You'll have pain relief. You ignore her, potentially in an effort to spite her, but mostly because you are just angry. So angry. If the man has not moved, having taken your four or five large steps, your right shoulder should be just about even with his hip. You thrust your shoulder to the right then, trying to crash into him and use your massive size against his tiny body, perhaps knock him off balance on the slippery floor. At the same time, you reach your head down to his back, mouth open, trying to bite your teeth into his whithers, shaking your head for good measure as you close, like a dog trying to break the neck of his prey.

Motions done, you attempt to widen your stance, lowering your head slightly, fighting to stay standing against the difficult footing. In your head, your boggart broadcasts her fear. She doesn't know what you're doing, has never seen you fight. Well good, you think to her with a snort. You should be scared of me.

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