Post by FlyingPanther on Aug 12, 2007 12:38:27 GMT -7
[OOC: Just a warning to everyone reading this, there is a drug/overdose theme in this RP. If you are squimish around that subject, or just disagree strongly about drugs and feel like reading something about them is going to upset you then I would advise you NOT to read this. I would also like to ask that no one else join this rp, as Vyn and I would like to rp our characters for future plotlines etc. Thank you.
Also, another 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:
img.photobucket.com/albums/v70/FlyingPanthera01/MurdonLegacy/caesarion.jpg ]
Also, another 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:
img.photobucket.com/albums/v70/FlyingPanthera01/MurdonLegacy/caesarion.jpg ]
To much...she had done...to much.
It was pitchblack in the city square, as night had decended upon the human city and they had all retreated back into their 'safer' homes. Euclides knew that their houses wheren't any safer then the streets at this hour to despreate members of their species, but this was not something that was on Caesarion's mind at present. Indeed, she had a whole other large problem to contend with then just finding a meal. She had absolutely no appetite, and no one would be able to blame her if they knew exactly what she was going through right now.
But there was no one to help her. Not her precious Dayobi nor her father, who lay curled up in their rooms within Dayobi's wonderful home, unknowing of Caesarion's recent activities, or the fact that she had snuck out for the 5th time that week. She was completely alone in the dark of the night...physically anyway. Her mind raced with the hallusinations brought on by her new addiction. She had not been careful this time. She had been in a particularly painful state today, and so thought to take more then she usually did. She was now feeling the punishment of her rash decision.
The sky above her rippled like black silk hit by a soft light. It might have been beautiful if it's aura wasn't filled with a constrictive vibe...as if at any moment it would consume her and sufficate her, like a vengeful lover. It was hard to breathe, and each step she took towards the fountain at the center of the square felt weighted, and she wondered if she might die before reaching it. It was almost like it was hovering over her. So this was what it was like to die? She could feel tears streaming down her face like hot embers, and they might have been if she could have seen them. She didn't want to die...she never wanted to die...though it was something she was so close to so often.
The cobblestone streets breathed like the back of an enormous dragon, and she found herself constantly stumbling. It wasn't long before she completely had lost her footing thanks to the hallusinations, and her head hit with a sickening crack against the cobblestone. She screamed. It felt as if rats had rushed into her body from the wound on her head, and were beginning to eat away at her brain. Her hat had been flung to the side with her fall, and the contents of the secret pocket inside had been tossed out onto the street. A beautiful Ivory pipe...the tell-tale signs of opium use.
She struggled to get back up, sobbing something horrible. Something was telling her to get to the water. She was so close. She shook off the feeling of rats and headed once again towards her destination...though significantly slower then before. She had hit her head rather horribly, and it bled profusely. She mildly wondered in her cloudy and hallusination filled thoughts how she was able to even stand after such a fall. Suddenly she was there...as if a gust of wind had pushed her right to the edge of the fountain. She was looking at herself in the water, her reflection scared her and she murmured weakly, underneath the surface it looked as if eels were wriggling around, their mouths filled unnaturally with large ripping fangs. Yet something in her mind was telling her to enter the water. Something said things would be a little better if she did so...
After a few minutes of battling with herself, she closed her eyes and clambered into the eel infested waters. However, she was not eaten alive upon entering. When all four feet were inside the large fountain she looked down and the eels were gone...instead...the waters looked clear...and the marble floor of the fountain looked like sand of a beautiful white beach. She of course had never seen such a thing, but had read about it...and seen pictures. It was the only way she was able to tell that this was the case. She immidiately felt a tiny bit better...though the hallusinations around her continued in earnest. She dunked herself completely under the water, and almost inhaled water from the refreshing feel. In the world she was in now, death had been all around her...infesting herself and everything around. It now felt as if a light touch of life was petting her...like a beloved cat. The sensation was so pleasing she almost forgot to surface. When she did she gasped loudly as air sought to enter her lungs.
She was back into the nightmare world. The sky still fluttered and the ground still breathed, and the rats that had only been inside her moments ago paced around the fountain as if waiting for her to get out. She splashed water in her face, hoping that its relieving and freezing cold qualities woudl sober her up soon. She felt sick to her stomach, and leaned over the fountain to wretch her usual coctail of vomit and blood when she was feeling nausia. It was not an attack by any means, though blood was still predominate in any vomit that she purged. She grew afraid. It was not uncommon for an attack to come on after she had vomited, as it was only a step in the right dirrection as far as her body was concerned. She looked down at the water...ready to splash some on herself again to clean her maw. It was then that the water took another sinister form. It looked as if the water was now blood. "Oh fuck...what have I done to myself?" she asked herself, mortified. Had she vomited up blood into the water without knowing it? Below the covering of her hallusination the water was just simply water...but she wouldn't know in the state she was in.
She cried, she couldn't help it...she felt terrible...and she couldn't stop the visions. She closed her eyes, trying to make everything go away, shaking violently in her fright and in the freezing cold of the fountain water. "Go away...please. Oh hell...someone help me..." she whispered between sobs.
Caesarion Kaebi: [ 55 / 100 ]
