[M] I've pulled you in

p. Virue | Dampwoods | Backdated to Sep 18th

POSTED: Fri Oct 06, 2017 6:30 am

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IZUAL MASSACRE
I've pulled you deep into this dream, now we are locked in

The moon, overhead and bright, cast eerie shadows down into the forest. The trees snaked black tendrils through the illuminated spaces, reaching out to grab any unsuspecting Luperci. Within the moon’s fingers lay Izual with a corpse, half-gutted and still fresh. The blank stare ingrained in the wolf’s eyes was enough to explain the situation at hand – he was recently killed. And from the looks of the ground around his body, one could say it was violent.

Feral grunts emitted from the parted, thirsty lips of the Massacre beast as he cleaned away the guts from the body cavity. Behind him, a pile of steaming organs; before him, a hollowed out corpse. The Luperci’s heart was clutched tightly in the beast’s left hand, feeding his bloodlust with all its valor. He bit into it like a tough apple, ripping away muscle, arteries, and valves, staining the front of his chest with the warm liquid that leaked from it like the juice from a ripened plum. It mattered little to him, though, because his arms and thighs were coated in blood and bits of the wolf’s bodily tissue.

When the innards were cleared away, the beast began to skin the corpse, careful to conserve the pretty, yet stained, white coat of his victim. He had ideas for what he would do with the skin. He thought of bedskins, blankets for those cold winter nights… or a coat for a seemingly important Luperci female in his life. He had yet to properly thank her for all that she had done for him – being there through blood and through guts, sticking by his side and propelling forward.

He started on the skull, careful to lift the skin from the bone, around the eyes, the nose, the ears... collecting that mane of hair as well as the teeth. Oh, but they would have to be pulled, of course...

Just an Izual doing creepy, Halloweeny things :D
Word Count: [300+] Form: Optime Date: Sep 18 Time: 2 AM

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Last edited by Izual Massacre on Fri Oct 13, 2017 11:27 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Thu Oct 12, 2017 10:00 am

Virue

She made him scared—that's what she did. His care and attention was easily earned, and once you were under Virue’s eye, there was nothing that could stop him from spreading the undeniable warmth that came from one so small. He still struggled to find a clarity he'd been searching for; in the thoughts of others there being a tremendous cold. He wasn't above it, not at all, in fact he was a victim of such cruel darkness—lingering in the grisly scars hidden by the fur of his neck. While others splintered beneath the pressure, he remained. What worried him now, was that Rialu did not remain, that she was somewhere long-gone with the tragedies of her childhood. Tragedies that he could not fight against. That in some faraway land there awaited one important little girl he could not rescue from a bloodied morn in Quebec.

Shadows bloomed dangerously across every advent of moonlight as he strolled silently through the woods. He knew he shouldn't be out at such a dangerous time, but he had reason to believe Rialu was cutting again. Now Virue fought through his dense web of thoughts, trying to come up with a reason why Rialu hated herself so deeply that she bid herself pain. The answer truly frightened him, and as the boy carried on in the cool, crisp, moon-washed nighttime, he couldn't hear anything besides the sound of shattering glass. It was as if it were beneath his feet—tiny shards cracking and crunching heavily—bidding him to continue this torture of empathy. And he did until the sound of breaking came clear, and in the black reaches of the forest a more gruesome melody began.

He crept forward, as silently as his small frame would allow. The soft rhythm of his heartbeat carried him forward, into the unknown dark of foliage that separated him from the sound. The icy tendrils of coniferous trees licked his face, and dragged along his sides like the cold grip of undeath. He stopped, and let the foliage saturate him in darkness. When he finally squinted to see a blood-wrought mess, his heart was sent into hysterics. His eyes widened, and a sharp bolt of pain drove itself through the side of his head. Virue was shaking madly, and he tried to turn away, but he could already see the last remnants of a being—the victim of a morbid desecration. Thoughts of a man he'd known touched the back-corridors of his mind. Then a chilling breeze parted the curtain between land and sky, and an unfitting celestial light doused the scene before him. Then as if he'd found a wide enough door, and stepped out from conception into perception; Izual’s face loomed above the body, the jutting architecture of his face half-masked, his obscene eyes practically glowing over their prey.

Here Virue stepped from the trees, and the bristly fingers from before released what had been so viciously clutched before, as if they knew what he was headed toward. Still the pain in his head throbbed, more subtly now, but something told him it would not stop until this encounter was over, however that came to be. His legs almost failed him on several occasions, until he came close enough to spit on the killer who hunched, busily working away at his project. “Izual,” he cast toward him in but a whisper—not a question, but surely not an address either. It was simply the epithet of whatever monstrosity had been dragged from the realms of insanity on that cool, crisp, black-white nighttime.

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Last edited by Virue on Tue Oct 24, 2017 12:38 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Thu Oct 19, 2017 3:20 am

IZUAL MASSACRE
I've pulled you deep into this dream, now we are locked in

The twisted Luperci was deeply concentrated in his work. There were many times where he failed to – or simply didn’t bother to – skin his victims before he ate them... but tonight would mark something very interesting. Tonight would mark a milestone – a present born of a milestone. He would give the pelt to her on a special day. Someday upcoming, but special. Izual thought of the times where Belial was around, when he practiced his devil-worshipping shit. Izual tried to think of the nights that Belial deemed special for numerous reasons… but he couldn’t seem to find the information he sought.

He took a bite from the heart, clearing away another chunk of meat, allowing the life juice flow from the wound, down his chin to allow the little droplets to race through the fur on his chest. There was a presence in the forest. That was unmistakable. But as Izual looked up, he saw nothing, no one looking back at him with wondering or scolding eyes. He brandished his knife for a moment, letting the cold, jelly-like skin flap back over the corpse, allowing it to reflect the moonlight. He remained still for a moment, watching and waiting for a movement.

But there was none, and so, he went back to his work.

Not a moment later, he heard the slightest whisper of his name. Izual looked up to find the emotionally-pained face of Virue standing closer than he expected him to be. Izual smiled, forgetting all the bad blood between them for the moment because he was the one with the dead Luperci and the knife. ”I knew you were watching me.” Izual smiled, dipping back down to take another bite from the heart. The meat was dwindling slowly. He offered the chunk of a bloody mess to Virue with an offering grunt.

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Word Count: [300+] Form: Optime Date: Sep 18 Time: 2 AM

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POSTED: Thu Oct 26, 2017 11:10 pm

Virue

Virue shook his head. “No, no, Izual. I d-don’t want it, you know I don’t.” The smaller coyote didn’t need to feed on the very engine that had given someone else life — he had vitality of his own. Now he found himself in a dangerous situation. It was the very peak of dusk, all three figures: Izual, the body, and him, were doused in the dark. No one else was around, and as the thoughts of a child and a brutal killer echoed silently in the brisk night air, Virue fought against a horrible shudder that worked its icy fingers down his spine.

Virue could fight Izual, and most likely die, but he would die trying to save the future loss of innocent lives — lives he knew outdid his own. Somewhere in a small portion of himself, Virue knew what Izual really was. It was just this awful feeling, from the first moment those lambent orange eyes had cast themselves toward him, so empty, yet full of horrible longing. The memory of herding on one spring day swelled in his thoughts, and red droplets pearling and dripping down the supple, freshly-shorn flesh of Inferni’s sheep came cascading back. Izual was a predator. What was Virue? Named after a word that conjured up thoughts of heroism and honour, but what was a small boy from a swamp really? Virue thought of himself many things, but a hero was not one of them. He simply lived, breathed, decided, that’s all. “Why’d y-you do it, Izual?” A pause. This wasn’t the first time, Virue couldn’t kid himself. “No, why...why do you do it?” He hung his head, and for once his ears were not dancing, they were trembling, really trembling. This wasn’t anxiety, this was fear. He felt like if he began to run away, he could run for miles on end with nothing holding him back. “And y-you’re —” here he couldn’t help but choke up, “— skinning him? Th-that man was alive! You’re f-fucking with something that was alive, Izual!” His body shook, and as his blood ran thin and hot in his veins, his small lips curled into a low snarl. His blue eyes sputtered about in the dark like two lost birds in a house of glass. His heart thumped so hard he thought it might leap away into the shadows for Izual to pluck from the bushes and take a bite. “I...I had nightmares about y-you, y’know. I know who you think I am, I kn-know I’m n-not fearless like Vesper...or as cunning as B-basilio was…” His eyes stopped and locked themselves on the sinister, twisted mass of moving flesh before him, a devil incarnate. “But I am not afraid of you!! H-hear me?!” Then a change of tempo, a shuffle of static that had once hung stagnant in the clouds accompanied a dare from a crazy little boy: “So, we s-s-should play a game, Izual, how about it?” His eyes sparkled in a peculiar way, and his head dipped into the shadows. Tonight, it was a sinister perversion of cat and mouse. Just him and a killer. “Wanna catch the wimp-shit??” Then he turned and poured as much energy into sprinting away from the fiend as possible, the crisp, black shadows of the forest blurring around him. Two players, and the rules were simple: stay alive.

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POSTED: Fri Nov 17, 2017 9:03 pm

He retracted the offered heart with another grunt, throwing the last chunk into his wide open jaws and chomped down on the last piece. He didn’t look up at Virue, only listened to him whine, as he continued skinning the Luperci in his lap. Virue continued to ask some hard questions. Izual had answers for him, but were they really worth it? For Virue, they would only bring more questions and Izual wasn’t in an interviewing kind of mood.

”Tell me,” he grunted, pausing for a moment to look up at the trembling, fearful hybrid. ”Do elk not breathe, too? Or are they born in jerky form?” He licked his bloodied lips and lowered his gaze back down to his work, carefully flapping this skin up to continue cutting it away. He had good progress done so far; he could nearly flip the Luperci over and work on the other side.

But then he paused at something Virue said about Basilio. ”Was?”

But the hybrid was already yammering on something else: having nightmares about him. Yeah, so? If Luperci didn’t have nightmares about him, he wasn’t doing his job. It barely fazed him, but he supposed in a way he should’ve been flattered.

Izual blinked at Virue as his tone suddenly changed to that of an alluring one - but not sexual, taunting. He challenged Izual to catch him, and then kicked up a mess of dried leaves trying to run out of there as quickly as possible. For a moment, Izual just blinked, staring into the darkness where Virue once trembled. Was the little wimp-shit worth leaving his prize for? Perhaps if he caught him, though, he could parade Virue’s pelt through the Dampwoods surrounding Inferni.

Pushing off of the body - the slimy muscle sticking to his fingers - Izual rose to his feet, stepped over the corpse, and began to stumble in the way that Virue ran. He walked the way some, tracking the hybrid by only visual signs - disturbed brush, a path made in the leaves - before he stopped, falling as silent as the man he left in pieces back there, and listened for disturbances in the forest.
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POSTED: Thu Dec 07, 2017 3:19 am

Virue

He rushed away into the forest, streaking headlong into the darkest reaches where he prayed Izual would fail to find him. The canvas of the trees refused the moon, and as the forest closed in, he felt as though he were drowning in shadows. His breathing was uneven, but his legs yearned to carry him away from the nightmare man he had taunted. Virue knew he was an idiot for challenging a murderer to a fatal game of hide and seek. He couldn't put together the exact reasons why he’d done what he'd done, and the reality of the situation he was in kept shocking him into disbelief. It was all so surreal. Like he was constantly being dipped in frigid water, and all he could do was feel surprised each time he fell below the surface, eyes wide, mouth agape for air before being pulled back under. Maybe it was his fate to be killed, to be carved apart until he was no longer recognizable. Maybe that's all he'd really been meant to do. All this time, all the little things, and it was in this moment, in the stark black of night where Virue would cease to exist.

While running he'd kicked a stray branch that had been in his path. Although he'd continued his sprint a little further into the cool, eerie distance, his foot screamed for him to stop. Virue decided it was time to hide. He slipped into a crop of bushes, the foliage scraping at his flesh and catching in his fur, but he remained motionless and quiet. He willed his breathing to a slow as Izual’s feet approached and halted exactly where the boy had stood moments ago. The man's feet remained there, obscure, but undeniably frightening. It was a reminder that his potential killer waited patiently beyond the bushes; eyes scanning diligently for signs of life; nose twitching there at the end of a snout, drawing in cold air, hunting it for a scent; ears trying to sift a pittance of a heartbeat away from cricketsong and the stolid breezes. Those same breezes that shifted tides of moonlit green hoisted well above their heads.

You could hear a bird float from branch to branch off in a random direction, fifty feet deep into the unknown. Virue didn't need to shake because the world shook for him. The fear Virue felt then was an old, yet familiar one. His father had preyed on him as a child. Challenged his sanity, questioned his validity as a canine without smell. Virue could still hear the sound of his own heartbeat, bustling on like the gears of a clock as he stowed away by the banks near his home, hoping his father never found him. Teeth would violently pluck him from the bulrush, and he would emerge into the cold screaming. It exposed him in the very moment in which he longed to be so utterly small that he was no longer there. Walker could smell his boy from a mile away: urine has a strong odour attached to it. Virue wouldn't learn that until much later. After the cold, and the screaming the world would sputter into pandemonium, teeter into the inexplicable rhythm of a world gone mad. It was later they'd both decided running to a place nearby wasn't good enough. Virue wasn't wanted, and he no longer wanted to stay there. Virue never did say goodbye until much later.

Izual had been there in Virue’s first days, in a much brighter world. Even then he was a frightening sight, a glaringly obvious shard of something dangerous protruding beneath his feet. No one looks beneath, they only look where they want to look. Everyone wonders what might happen if they take that one extra step, but no one ponders what might lurk there on the surface, gleaming wickedly plain as day, right beneath their feet. Virue knew who Izual was, and maybe at one point he'd wanted to understand what Izual was. Now all he wanted was for that fear to leave him. He wanted to not vanish and fade away, wishing he were a firefly in the grass or a frog in the weeds, standing in a puddle of his own piss. The memory of Antioch, bloodied and worn down after his fight with Izual made an audience with the boy huddled there in his hiding place. A seasoned warrior, weathered. Not quite broken, but in need of repair. Virue would not survive this. He sniffled once, briefly, but even a short sound such as this could be ridden with disdain, and he made use of every millisecond in which it spanned. He said goodbye to his father, his mother, his clanmates. But most of all, he said goodbye to his best friend, Rialu, who he knew would be out looking for him in the morning. He only hoped she wouldn't find his corpse strung up somewhere. He didn't want to be remembered like that. Thoughts aside, he was unable to wait any longer. Virue sprang from the brush snarling, flinging himself at the orange-eyed killer. Maybe he could stun Izual somehow, gain just enough of a jump to get away in one piece...Virue tried not to imagine the alternative. His imagination often betrayed him, and it didn't stop then.

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