I'm lost in this darkness, but I swear I see light

[tigs]

Raibikasi was not like many other Euclides, even the Insanities could not relate to her. Hers was a special type, oh yes, but so forsaken all at the same time. Those same eyes which doted upon the beauty of the world could also delight in the most grotesque of darkness. So sparse was her 'neutral' mood, that she'd started to forget life outside of this wasteland of death and pain and cruelty. Perhaps it was her frustrations at her own lack of understanding that brought her to this, but being a control freak it was easy to understand how being pulled along on strings was driving her insane.

What was this beast inside of her? How had she created such a monster within herself? The sanctity of her own body had been abused and desecrated, against her will and knowledge, and with little to no instruction as to how to get it back. She had tried being around those who were kind, hoping it would rub off onto her, or summon out that sensible self inside. But she had just taken pleasure in breaking them down until they were drowning in their agony and fear.

Agony and fear that she felt, that she knew. Was it all so spitefully done? That because she didn't know how to be happy, none other could be? She spouted the words of satan at those who prized their god until they fainted or were sick to their stomachs. She hid on ceilings and in dark hallways, crawling in the most unusual fashion up to her prey, smile glistening with malice. Gutteral sounds in the night, in the bedrooms of young children, could be chalked up to that 'monster in the closet', the mistress of darkness and evil that few had seen and fewer lived to speak of.

Her screams in the night were perhaps even more terrifying than the sounds she used to create demonic characters in the minds of her 'prey'. The sound of pure agony, when she found herself being consumed in all that darkness, and was given a cruel, cold glimpse inside only to see that she could never be freed. LET ME OUT!! the voice was a raw scream, near hysteric as her voice broke and was swallowed up by that mechanic laughter. Tonight was just one of those nights.

Rai collapsed into a heap atop some old, dug up bones. Toying with them, she saw the image of herself in the characters created by the puppeted bones on her clawed fingers. "I'm so fucked up." The words were soft, quiet. Empty of emotion, but softened with sound. The tears that seemed to flow down her face in a constant stream were unnoticed by the femme. No sound came from her to suggest that she was actually crying, but perhaps her misery was just that far beyond the comprehension of logic.

[FlyingPanther]

Reznikuj was hungry. It had been several days since he had made a kill, though there were times when he wasn't sure. Being a Psychopath type, he could see various horrible catastrophes happen, all illusions of course, which he would find out later when he tried to eat the bodies of dead humans caught in his visions. It annoyed him greatly when he would find his jaws met air and not warm fresh meat. Normally he would go find some other form of prey, he did so enjoy the hunt after all. But after his encounter with the mix female and the canine he had tried to eat, he felt it might be safer to scavenge this time around. Besides, his eye, the one that bitch of a mix slashed, was still healing. He needed to give it time before he could attempt to hunt properly. It would heal eventually, already the lines were beginning to fade, and luckily it looked as if he wasn't going to be receiving scars.

No today, he was definitely looking for an easy meal. And what better place then a cemetery? Yes, Rez was not above desecrating graves and eating the freshly dead. Indeed, even the rotting corpses were appetizing. They were easier to eat actually, and didn't require as much chewing. His nose was close to the ground as he searched for the scent of fresh churned up earth, there he would find the newly dead, and would have a feast!

His ears flicked. He had heard a very low voice in the distance. "I'm so fucked up."[/b] it said. It sounded feminine and sad. He was curious, and as they say curiosity killed the cat. Rez was no exception. He slinked his adolescent body over towards the sound to find a rather pretty female brooding over some unearthed skeleton. Her checks were stained with tears. He stood up from his crouch. He was nearly an adult now, his body beginning to take the shape of one, and his neck showing the beginnings of a mane. Right now he looked rather awkward in his between stage, though he promised to grow into a truly sexy male. He was, after all, the son of Jiaro...and it was very rare to find an ugly Jiaro offspring. Sexyness was a guarantee.

"It is a shame to see such a beauty as yourself cry." he said with a suave smile. It was true, even someone like Rez could see the beauty in things. He might be crazy, but he wasn't blind. Rez was not exactly the consoling type, but this female was truly beautiful, and well...Rez always had one thing on his mind...when dealing with others anyway.

Reznikuj: 24 / 15 (30)

[tigs]

The smaller form of a male was approaching, he seemed confident... almost, arrogant. Her favourite kind. But her own pity was preventing her nasty side from coming out and claiming that arrogance, beating him down with words and actions most would deem unthinkable. She knew nothing of this 'Jairo' or of his equally reputable offspring, she hadn't encountered either until today, so the reason behind his arrogant charming was lost on her. Entirely.

Crying? She dabbed a paw down her face and made no movement of recognition. Had she ever truly cried? Where sobs would rip from her delicate throat and create the sounds of the agony she felt. "I didn't notice. But it isn't crying, I've seen crying." An almost bored expression covered her features, though the air of gloom was still present about her. She was still miserable, but now it had turned into a familiar feeling, enough so that it was slightly soothing.

She hadn't really paid attention to his comment about this apparent 'beauty', to be honest she'd never considered herself more or less attractive than any other being. She was so concerned with what was on the inside, that the outside had faded to grey. In fact, it had probably been about a year since she'd seen herself in any reflection. "I wouldn't know." She commented offhandedly, though there seemed to be a puzzlement now where there was emptyness before. Beauty... why did they cherish it so? Was he beautiful? He wasn't bad to look upon, but what did that matter? In the end, if she could break him she would and he would be useless.

"It might not be in your best interest to stick around. You caught me... Me... at a good moment." She seemed confident in this identity, this mourning for herself was the only part of that self which remained in this moment. She could feel the other side swimming around like a dark pool taken shape and body, just waiting in pleasant amusement until it was bored, then it would take over again. That's simply the way it always was. Somehow she wouldn't miss this when it ended, because this was a poor inbetween for what she wanted. What did she want? What did she want? She knew what... it wanted. Or maybe she didn't. Compulsive actions were all she'd ever seen, a routine of terror and spite... but there was never any motive. Except fear. I want to be feared... I AM feared... I am fear.

[FlyingPanther]

He picked up a paw to itch his neck idolly. His scruffy mane was growing in, and he often had to scratch at his neck as the growing process made it very itchy. He was so very gangly in this state, but he seemed undetered. A mix of youth and anorexia from several days of no food. The arrogance and the bloodline might be lost to the excorsist female, but the look of him promised a very sexy adult when he got out of this awkward stage, and maybe got some food in his stomach. "No, I suppose it's not, but tears have stained your face nonetheless, and that is quite a pity." Rez could feel himself grow bored, and his stomach beg him for food. The only one he ever idolly talked to was his Nio, he had never talked like now to any other. Usually he was very forward with his intentions, but honestly...he really had nothing completely specific with this female, besides his constant need to stick his phalis in things, but when approaching this had not been his origninal intent, so that didn't count so much. His curiousity satisfied, he would have moved on, but she continued to speak with him. She did not see herself as beautiful, and that was a shame as well, for she was. Rez could appreciate that. He said nothing however, let her think what she wants.

"Oh? A good moment? Well, I wasn't really planning on sticking around anyway." he said bluntly. "I simply heard your words and came to investigate. My curiosity fulfilled...I plan to go back to scavanging. You are free to join me if you like..." he began to wander off sniffing around, continuing to search for the sent of fresh earth. However, not very far away from the female he did find a tomb which seemed to have been freshly dug and covered...maybe he would be sticking around. However, he ignored her, if the female wanted his attention she could grab it, but for now...he didn't much care.

He set to work, and began digging, even for a lion like himself, humans were large...and to open the coffin he would have to remove the dirt everywhere from the coffin, and dig for six feet. This had to be done on little energy and tired muscles. It would take a while.

Reznikuj: 25 / 15 (30)

[tigs]

Her confusion had doubled at his strange ways of conversation. Then again, this was probably the first real conversation she'd had in nearly a year as well. "Why is that a pity? They're not important." Her tail flicked once in annoyance, a simple annoyance at not being able to comprehend his logic. Though, she was just terrible at it in general. Basic concepts were beyond her, she understood very limited motives, mostly because she hadn't had the chance to develop any of her own.

She was rather relieved when he said his curiosity was fulfilled. To be honest, she felt awkward in this state around others. What was she supposed to say or do? At any moment she could turn and the very life of her company would be at stake. Or at the very least, their sanity, lunch, consciousness, etc. His attraction to the tomb was strange, and she didn't understand why he would require the contents. His anorexia had gone unnoticed, because she herself was a slender thing. Very sleek and shapely. She wasn't like many of the more curvaceous females who had a little extra, or 'just enough' on them. Hers was a careful diet, eat what you need and leave the rest for whatever crosses their path first. The twisted part of her liked to play games with the local authorities. It was too fun and easy.

"What do you want from inside that tomb?" She narrowed her eyes in suspicion, once again, a defensive reaction because she didn't understand what was going on. Something within her decided to feel rage at his ignorance, and she knew that for this moment she had lost. "So very, very pitiful... YOU WILL NOT IGNORE ME!" She lunged at him suddenly, a dark and dead haze of fog in her eyes, as if she exhaled the air of the deceased which had rotted over time. Her aim was his neck, not to kill yet, but to rip him around and toss him at the nearby wall. He would look upon her and know fear.

She slept in the back of her mind, too disheartened to try and push this away and reclaim her position at the surface. This wasn't her fight, she wouldn't win anyway. She'd tried too many times before. It didn't stop until it got what it was after. Whatever that was...

[FlyingPanther]

Once Rez had begun digging he completely ignored the female. She was no longer interesting to him, sad females who couldn't take a compliment were not something he could bother himself with, even if they were beautiful. He found that these women or even men...for whatever the reason...just never seemed to snap out of it, and often wanted to be left alone anyway. Whatever, he was happy to oblige. All that mattered now was his empty stomach.

He did manage to hear her when she asked him what he was doing, however. He didn't stop digging or even looked at her, he answered her question like he was reading an answer out of a text book. "Haven't eaten in a couple days. This is a new grave. This human will be realitivly fresh. It's an easy meal." One euclides might have been rather embarrassed to admit he was not hunting...but instead scavenging. But Rez put his pride in other places. It seemed rather stupid to him that euclide rather starve themselves to keep their pride intact. They would die off, and his 'better and smarter' genes would be passed on....along with his crazy.

It seemed as if the female had flipped a switch, because before he knew it the female yelled and was atop him. It was a good thing he had those curly spines. They might not empale anyone...but they served as a good defence. No doubt he was completely suprised by her attack, even let out a yelp. But Rez was not stupid when it came to fighting. He lifted a paw to scratch at her face as she reached for his neck. Shed blind her before she had the chance to have that hold on him, and even if she did...he knew he could get her to let go. There was no fear, just adreniline.

Reznikuj: 26 / 15 (30)

[tigs]

The curly spikes actually weren't very good defence, when compared to Jiaro's other children who had straight spikes, but they did serve as a round barrier she had to push her chest over, which would have been Much more difficult had she not been almost twice his size. Luckily, from her position at his back, the scratched were wildly swung and missed her face entirely, two claws sinking into a leg and then being pulled out quickly. Naturally, being only a small teen he was not as strong, and his wounds would be shallow having such smaller nails and teeth, and she having thicker skin.

Rez didn't have to worry about making her let go however, for as soon as she'd managed to clamp down on the ruff of his neck, she turned him around and threw his back against the wall to face her. From her lips a howling cry came, not of the living, but as if the dead had found voice through her. A deranged smile curled her lips and she spoke in a tongue that had probably been extinct for thousands of years, one that would probably make Amuni summon a Priest for her... and then try to kill her afterwards. Her shoulder snapped to the side at an odd angle before sliding into place again as she walked. It was the strange gait she always used in this... mindset.

"Speaking of easy meals..." She laughed aloud, the sound syrupy and gurgling as if she would cough up blood. She had no intention of eating him, even her evil side had no interest in such things, they should remain for cannibals. No, she got her kicks off of fear and pretty much fear alone, her entire form when in this state was built to instill fear. Her bones switched from in and out of joint freely as she walked, usually her legs but she could do the same with her jaw and other parts if she felt the need.

Her eyes seemed to glow black, as if the colour were much brighter than it truly was. But the reflective quality to her eyes cast spirited images, or sometimes lie dormant when she was bored with just a faint haze like a misted graveyard. Her teeth were particularily pointed, and as she grinned her maw looked more like a trash compactor than an actual mouth of proper teeth. The straight and luxurious tail was kinked, a subtle hint at her personality in this state.

"You made quite a bad decision..."