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Waking Nightmare « Thread Started on May 1, 2008, 11:07pm »
The two lovers cuddled together on the bench and stared up at the stars that shone dimly through the glowing streetlights. Their view was framed into angles by the dark sides of surrounding empty buildings. The night was cold and made the perfect excuse for snuggling. The girl pulled her boyfriend's hands into her lap and he looked down at her.
"Erik, have you asked if we can marry yet?"
Erik smiled and gave her a light kiss.
"I'm gonna ask tomorrow night, in front of the whole pack."
She returned his smile and teased him into a much deeper kiss.
Now was the time for love. Later they planned to meet friends at the Nightwalker Bar. It was Karaoke Night and the group wanted to celebrate, sort of a wolfen stag and doe party for Erik and Ann.
Only a few blocks from the Horseman, the lot was as secluded as a forest glen. A favorite haunt for young lovers, it was as far enough away from the street and prying eyes as it was safe. Heavy brush and scrubby urban trees screened those within from parents and pack leaders alike; a veritable lycan lovers' lane. Even a few families got their start within its leafy protection.
Ann lay back, pulling Erik with her until he was almost but not quite on top of her. The pair was nearly oblivious to every possible distraction, but one. A low grinding sound came from the brush at the very back of the lot.
"What's that?" Ann pushed at Erik's chest and turned away from his insistent lips and tongue.
Erik sputtered as he got a mouthful of hair instead of diving into Ann's warm mouth. "What?"
"That noise." Ann scrambled out from beneath him and sat up. "It's coming from there."
Erik grumbled as he sat up. "I don't hear anyth--"
The grinding noise was loud enough to catch his attention. He peered into the blackness at the rear of the lot.
"Hey! You there!" Erik challenged. "Bugger off!"
"Erik!" Ann chastized, "Maybe it's Crystal and the bunch? You know, playing a joke!"
"Some joke," Erik groused.
Ann tugged at his sleeve. "Let's turn it back on them!"
A mischevious light glinted in Erik's eyes. "Okay. C'mon my lady fur!"
Together the pair undressed and prepared to change. Fur darkened their young bodies as bones cracked, muscles pulled and organs shifted place. Soon a lanky black dog wolf and his grey mate-to-be wagged plumy tails and licked each other's lips.
Silently, the two lycans padded through the dead grass and bare earth towards the darkness waiting at the back. Their suspicions were rewarded when a rumbling growl greeted them.
Tail waving, the black wolf stepped in front of his bitch and uttered a playful yip.
A towering nightmare of teeth and power erupted from the leaves in a blur. Crocodile-sized jaws slammed shut on the black wolf's back. Blood showered the grey bitch as her mate was shaken like a rag doll in the maw of a white striped horror. She hit the ground in a paralized crouch, stunned into immobility.
Seconds ticked past like hours, until the limp black body was flung away like trash. It cartwheeled twenty feet, impacted the far brick wall and bounced into some high grass.
Only then did the grey bitch find her senses again. She began to shuffle backwards, her eyes pinned to the monstrosity that faced her, its jaws red with Erik's life-blood and bits of gore. 'Please-- gawd, gawd, gawd-- noo-o-oo-oo' echoed in Ann's lupine mind, a singsong patter that kept her semi-sane.
The thing stood statue still, secure in its supremacy, as if it wanted her to see death incarnate. Then slowly, the long hellish head gaped to show knife-long teeth. Small, red eyes flamed lambent in its ghastly splitting head as carmine drool pattered into dry earth.
Ann spun and tried to run.
Before she managed one leap, the monster was on her. A canine scream shattered the night. Followed by a moist and hideous crunch.
(OOC: If anyone wants this RP to go on, please let me know and we can get it on!)
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Re: Waking Nightmare « Reply #1 on May 2, 2008, 10:22pm »
It had been at the age of twelve Mike had dove into the realm of nightmares. Since then his dreams and always been nightmares. It had taken four more years for him to realize that his dreams were not nightmares. It had taken three more years for his father to admit he was born of a witch. That day had been the worst of his life.
Since then Mike had never returned home. His 'mother' had always been clueless of the conflict between him and his father. They had been married for four years before Mike came into their world. No one had ever told her that her actual child had been stillborn.
Oracle gifts came at a price. Headaches were one thing, but telepathic powers had come into the equation at any moment, from mind-reading to mind attacks. All were gifts Mike could barely control. He had learned to deal with his gifts though. Tolerant vampire clans had taught him to change his dreams of misery and death into ones of lust, but Mike had never been one for porn. Through studies, the witch-bred had learned to block out his mind-reading to the point where he could no longer access it himself. The mind attacks were the only power he left comfortable with. He had learned to focus and control the frequency of the attacks, from blackouts to comas. It was the one defense he could rely on. His fists managed to fail him in the oddest of situtions.
Tonight Mike dreamt of the death of a young werewolf couple. He had grown use to the sight of violence, but this dream had been different. He was sure that something had been aware of him. And once again in his life, Mike was not sure if he knew the full capability of his powers.
OOC: My writing is okay, but I didn't get all I wanted in, and focus too much of setting up my character. That's because I wrote this as supper was being made and got called down now!
However long the night, the dawn will break---African Proverb
A Dream is harder to kill than the Dreamer---Jonathan Elias
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Re: Waking Nightmare « Reply #2 on May 3, 2008, 2:07pm »
Although she was starving, Kamia knew better than to eat either of the wolves she'd killed. They needed to stay around so that they would be found. What better way to sow anxiety than to murder a pair of innocents!
Her pride in what she'd done was only eclipsed by the gnawing feeling in her belly. Her large size meant that she had to eat quite a bit; something that made her the envy of her fellow fashion models. She could eat any darned thing she wanted and never gain a pound! An inner grin quirked the black lips of her outer beast. If they only knew the truth.
Keeping to the shadows and the back streets, Kamia had managed to work her way closer to a local bar. She was looking for a human, preferrably a drunk, to kill and eat.
In silence she padded over the bits of paper cups and straws from the restaurant garbage. The wind had blown it down the alley, like water down a funnel. Around the corner she crept, hiding her massive frame against the brick buildings and scrubby, leafless saplings that grew in the cracked pavement near the walls.
Her ears flapped forward and her small eyes brightened when she heard snoring. It seems that something else had swirled down the drain into the alley. Her nose sorted out a human scent from the scattered wisps of garbage and alcohol. A quick peek around the corner rewarded her with the sight of a man slouched against the wall, blissfully sleeping off a bender.
Her stealth was surprising for so large a predator, but over the years, she'd had ample time to practice. Her prehistoric body was as familiar to her as her human one. Eyes alight with red glee and anticipation, the creodont approached her prey.
The rank smell of blood, combined with that of musk and heat alerted the man to his peril too late. Only one terror filled glimpse was given to him before the hyaenodon's crocodile wide maw clamped shut over his upper torso, shearing through bone and muscle effortlessly.
Blood sprayed and gushed from the lower part of the body. The high smell of shit made Kamia wrinkle her nose in disgust as the body relieved itself. She lifted her half of the meal and carried it back into the darkness of the alley to feed.
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Re: Waking Nightmare « Reply #3 on May 3, 2008, 8:57pm »
Mike drifted back into sleep. It was rare he would have more than one nightmare vision a night, but tonight he did. He saw a drunk being dragged off...
The pervious murders came back to his mind as he woke up. A gnawing feeling came into his chest. Never before had he dreamt in one night two separte murders, and had both involved the same killer. There was something wicked in the air.
Mike rolled out of bed and sat cross legged on the floor. If the killings had taken place close by, he could probe the mind of the killer. All he had to do was focus and regain his mind-reading abilities.
Sweat dripped off his back already. Just the thought of performing the mind-reading act brought shivers to his back. Mind reading was like an unused radio: you didn't know if you would have static or a station, and sometimes you got more than one.
"Focus," he told himself. "Focus dammit"
Mike pictured the murders in his mind and willed the murders to replay in his mind. Forward, back, pause, fast...
However long the night, the dawn will break---African Proverb
A Dream is harder to kill than the Dreamer---Jonathan Elias
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Re: Waking Nightmare « Reply #4 on May 4, 2008, 9:44pm »
She lay in the shadows, her powerful jaws crunching down on an ulna, reducing the slim bone to powder. Teeth made for much tougher stuff could only allow Kamia a brief minute of playful chewing from human bone.
With her tail curled around her haunches, and the rough coat that made her mane stick out on her neck, she looked like the unlikely combination of a hyaena and a cat. In truth she was neither; her kind predated both species.
Kamia pawed another bone from the gruesome leftovers nearby and held it between thickly padded paws as she started gnawing at the bone's thickest end. Suddenly, she felt a presence. Her ears flipped forward and she raised her head, stiffening in readiness. A few sniffs in the air produced no tangible evidence of life. Whatever it was, the presence was not real; it felt like some sort of long-distance vision with no one in the immediate area for her to defend herself from.
On high alert, the hyaenodon let her chew toy drop to the dirt as she rose to her feet. It was time to leave. Something knew she was there.
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Re: Waking Nightmare « Reply #5 on May 6, 2008, 10:15pm »
Information came crashing into his mind. Mike blinked and was forced to shield his mind from the flow. He had not used mind reading for such a long time and now was unuse to the river of thoughts. Important and interesting information was blocked off as he forced himself to continue the flow of thoughts.
Images flashed by as he gain some insight of the person's eyes. Flashes of alleyways that he had seen on his way to the inn. Mike shivered as well, knowing fully now that whatever had killed those people was not a person, but something.
"Let's get this thing," he declared to himself, and thrust the covers away. It was in times like this he was glad he slept in his clothes. It had become a habit in other towns, and a habit that had kept him alive time after time.
Mike opened and locked his door and bolted down the hallway and outside. He came into an alleyway, but instantly knew that this was not the same one that he had seen the murder of the drunk. Mike darted down another alleyway, his mind working. Where would a drunk be?
The realization came to his head as he jogged down another alley. The other inn had advertised a bar. On his way into town, Mike had not noticed any pub or bar. This had to be the location of the thing.
Mike's lungs burned, but the weeks of walking from town to town allowed him to continue on. Five minutes later, he had found the body of the drunk.
"Damn," he swore as he looked at the damage the creature had caused to human being. Whatever had caused this was some sort of beast. He turned away, sickened.
Reality came back to Mike. Why had he come all this way to discover a body? Never before had he actually tried to solve the mysteries and murders his visions presented to him. Why had this dream been different?
"Cuz you saw two murders from the same thing," he told himself. "It was bound to happen one day."
The answer did not satsify his conscience though. Something else inside him had caused him to run out to see what had happened. Why couldn't he think of it?
"What could do this?" he asked himself, skipping ahead to new thoughts. He looked back at the body and grimaced. The defenseless man had been killed for one thing: food.
Mike walked away, before he could be spotted at the scene and named a suspect. More adventures had trained his instincts to distrust authority, espcially in places like this. He entered a small park and sat down on a bench, pondering his next move.
The idea came to him. Part of him yelled in agreement, the macho man that wished for action. The rest of him screamed at him about the pervious victims, and how if he chose that path he would be the next. For some reason Mike did not care. Lady Luck had always been on his side, and one quite literally it seemed.
The witch-bred pulled out a six shooter and loaded the gun. He glanced down its side and whistled. He had learned to shot a long time ago, but never in his travels used a gun. His strange powers had gotten him through, as had luck and allies. This time it was all on him, at the moment.
Mike focused on the creature again, on the visions and images he had seen and sent a message to what he hoped was the thing.
"I'm in the park. Come and get me. Take on some real prey. You are not the hunter. You are not in control. I am the hunter. Come."
Satsfied with his response and hoping emotions could not be transmitted across the mind's realm, Mike raised a leg up and leaned back onto the bench. Time to wait and see how his luck held up. Or it was time to leave it up for the next poor fellow.
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