The taste of terror

[tigs]

Heavy footfalls resonated through the darkness, the earth seeming to wheeze with the very effort it must have taken to hold up such a creature. Behemoth in name and body, Zhaojin was a brute of legend. His temper was only to be feared as much as the spines which protected his body, along with obsidian horns and pointed fangs. However, he was born a Director, which meant that while still as wild and savage as one might expect, he had a bit of logic and reasoning thrown into the mix. He was unusually smart, which may or may not have been a good thing.

This was his first night actually investigating the city, he wasn't exactly a local... So far he'd yet to reach the city itself, drawn to the warning signs posted along this particular route in the forest. How strange, humans feared his kind now more than each other. But really, the number of deaths by either species was probably fairly comparable lately. Desperation was a dangerous and fatal tool. So he'd come as a beast of hell to deliver these unfortunate souls to a place where they belonged. Disgusting creatures.

Supper was supper however, and unless he found anything more appealing to devour, a couple mangy humans would have to do. Or maybe half a dozen. He hadn't eaten in a while now, and such a massive beast didn't exactly survive on mice. Growling his frustraion, the artifact pushed on farther ahead while increasing his speed. The ground spoke of his frustrations as it rumbled out ahead of him. This path was unusually deserted, he couldn't even scent out a path towards a more populated area.

Unfortunate, but it would really only be unfortunate for who or whatever came across his path.

[FlyingPanther]

[OOC: Is this reserved for anyone? Or may I join ^^; I was thinking maybe with Caesarion since she needs major points ; but I'd be willing to enter with someone else if you would prefer?]

[tigs]

[Open to anyone luff go right ahead]

[FlyingPanther]

[OOC: This should turn interesting me thinks XD;...

A note about Caesarion's apperance. She has changed quite a bit at this point, she is very much an older adolecent, nearing adulthood. She also has a beaten up hat and several new scars. She's also missing half a tail, and she has trimmed the hair to make it look like it's just a small tail, though if you inspect it closely youll see that the end is very much a stub, and not a tappering of the tailbones. Here is an image that Nat did showing some of her new scars and her hat:
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Caesarion was feeling great. It was how she usually felt after an opium session, such a thing that she had come to do quite often now that she was nearly always in excrusiating pain. Her body was falling apart, telling her that she was coming to the end of her rope. It often made her wonder how long she would survive into adulthood. If she would even have the chance to become a Puppet Master before she died. Would she finally be able to claim her title and rub it in that bitches face? Was that really all she was living for at this point? What if once she became a Puppet Master...she just...died? Old humans and animals alike often lived until their goals had been accomplished...she doubted that Euclide were any different.

But she currently wasn't thinking such depressing thoughts as she wandered through the copse. The sub-adult Caesarion was simply wandering, her mind cloudy and her expression happy. There was no pain, there had never been pain. She smelled so thickly of opium it probably would have been discusting to anyone within the vacinity, though from what Caesarion could see, no one was around. Sounds seemed louder...and the sky seemed to move in strange ways that no one who was sober would be able to see. Caesarion often found herself looking at the sky when she was faded as she was. The sky could be beautiful...if you didn't smoke to much...then...anything could turn evil quickly.

She settled herself near a copse stump, tucking her legs and half decayed tail to her for warmth, though she didn't particularly care if she was cold or hot at the moment, and simply looked up at the sky, not really paying attention to her surroundings. Her had fell off as she clumsily tossed her head back, spilling it's hidden contents on the floor. "Ooooops....Silly me!" she said with a bit of a lazy giggle, obviously higher then the clouds she was admiring only moments before. She quickly put away the ivory pipe that had fallen out of her beaten up hobo hat, not wishing to loose one of her most prized posessions.

[tigs]

His eyes were glued ahead, scanning the surroundings almost mechanically, spikes protruding straight ahead. He often walked like this, because it gave him a fearsome profile, a good view, and a nice skewer for anyone running aimlessly in the night. It was always nice to get a free snack and be able to feign innocense at the same time. Surely it wouldn't be his fault if someone just... ran onto his horns and impaled themselves. The thought, as amusing as it was, did not make him smile or laugh, though it did give him something else to focus on rather than hunger.

The thundering of his footfalls ceased suddenly when he heard a noise. He immediately spotted the creature who had spoken, and snarled in disaaproval of the smell. Well god, he couldn't eat this thing and expect to live, it was already decaying while it was alive! Nevertheless, it seemed to hold human made possessions, which was very strange and suspicious. Was this one... domesticated? He'd heard of such Euclides, very few and far between, but the desperate took their chances. To each their own, but he'd have none of it, even if he wasn't 6 feet tall and built like an ox.

"You... what is wrong with you?" He asked, rearing his head back with a sneer of disapproval as he came closer. His voice was coarse and guttural, as one would expect from a beast such as this, low and rumbling like the earth below his feet when he walked. It would have been poetic if he wasn't so damn strange looking compared to all other Euclides. He reached out a claw as if to snag the hat from her, curious about that strange man made pipe thing. It was rude to be sure, but he was accustomed to being able to satisfy any curiosities with little or no question from those in the vicinity. Surely this little corpse wouldn't challenge his want to take a peek. "What is in that hat?" Another man made posession, how peculiar.