10-14-2018, 01:01 AM
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In the dark, he stands leaning against a tree a ways off from the clearing where he'd set his bait. Watching, waiting. With only the sound of crickets around him, it isn't hard to tell when they come. They giggle and taunt from the dark like children, the sounds of whatever kind of feet crunching over brush and twigs. But this time, instead of toying around with him, he can tell their approach is more direct. Purposed. The beast inside him bares its fangs, and his lips form up into a similar grin. It isn't amusement on his shielded face, but a wicked form of anticipation. Still, he waits in silence.
The things come crashing into the clearing, one by one. Five, he counts so far. All a different shape. One is little more than a skeleton, but a mixture of things to the point it's impossible to tell what to call it. A thin layer of skin coats it, and its eyes glow red. It stands upright, with arms too long and claws tipping its fingers. The next is a hunched-over creature wearing a tattered cloak. It moves on toes and knuckles like some kind of primate, and its mouth is too large for its hideous face so that it hangs open and moans loud and wordlessly. The third is even more odd. Like its body had been sewn together with random pieces. It hobbles as it walks on uneven legs, its torso seems to be- no, it IS stuffed with straw. Its hands are straw too, but there are sharp, shiny things sticking out from its sleeves. Its head is a freaking pumpkin with a face that glows with light from within. It has a permanent glare and a jagged grin and can't seem to move in a straight line. Or stop laughing. He could almost join in. Was this some kind of joke?
The last two creatures look very similar to one another, walking on two legs. They wear gray robes and their colorless skin seems to sag from their bones. Their eyes are hooded and sunken in, high cheekbones and lips grinning. And they hum some haunting melody in tandem as they sway into view. A half circle, they'd formed, until the first three goons set eyes on the shrine. Hunchback flails its brawny arms and exclaims before it leaps to gathering some of the sweets and throwing them into its huge mouth. Skeletor cackles wildly as it dashes over to grab the jack-o-lantern Zor had picked out and places it over its own head, mimicking Thing 3. Mr. Happy rushes over at once to retaliate, but trips over a root and loses its head. Literally. The pumpkin rolls across the clearing and the rest of him scrambles to chase it. The creepy twins shake their heads at each other before the one closest kicks a foot out to stop the head from rolling. Their humming never ceases, and then finally Mr. Happy reunites with its strange body.
Zoryn remains in the shadows, staring blankly at the goons. He doesn't worry himself over the destruction of his shrine, only tries to make sense of the scene playing out before him, folding his arms across his chest. The movement catches the glowing gaze of the bag of bones, and it drops the jack-o-lantern to let it smash on the ground at the same time it raises a clawed, bony finger to point directly at him. The others all slowly turn to him, candy dripping from Thing 2's gaping mouth. Now, the humming stops. The crickets even fall silent. But the beast in his head growls from its cage, pacing back and forth, and he mentally croons to it. Unfolding his arms, his muscles flex.
Skeletor suddenly screeches, and Hunchback howls. Pumpkinhead belts out more laughter, and the creepy twins make no sound as they all charge at him. Following suit, Zor slings his cloak off, eager for action. His body is different than what he'd left the house with. He's more muscular and sleek now, perhaps even taller. His jaw has elongated, and his fingers have lengthened. With whatever magic the spirit had spilled, Zor now has fangs and claws for real, where before it had only been part of his costume. With the stretching of his face, the makeup the girls had worked so hard on had displaced. However, what now was his real skin was marked with true lines and spots of the jungle cat they had only tried to disguise him as. His ears are higher up on his head now, and not only pointed, but also sprouting fur. On the back of his head, his black hair had been shaved into the rosette pattern of the jaguar, and now the evidence of that same pattern carries down his neck and disappears into his shirt. He roars back at the goons he can only assume are of Jack's command, feeling out his new mouth and baring the larger canines he now has. All the better to taste them with.
Bright yellow-gold eyes widen as they select his first target. Feeling the raw strength within him just aching to be released, he increases his stride and snarls as he reaches Pumpkinhead. The goon laughs maniacally as it slashes at him with those.. knives? Adrenaline spiking, Zoryn knocks away its arms, contracting claws of his own as he rips into the sleeves at the thing's shoulders, tearing away the straw arms and letting them fall idly to the ground. Still, the creature laughs, which angers Zor and drives him farther. He dashes around Mr. Happy and slams his fists into his pumpkin head. It falls to the ground as well, but doesn't smash right away. With a bit of a crazed snarl, Zor moves quickly and raises a heavy booted foot. <i>"NOO.."</i> Something screams, just as he stomps down on it. Satisfied with the crunch and splatter of seed and flesh from its head.
He roars out again. This strength; raw, animalistic power flooding through his veins and thirsts for more.. Skeletor screeches at him like a banshee, the pitch high enough to hurt his ears. It distracts so that when the bony thing reaches him, it swipes its long arms at him, all amusement gone from before. He tries to dodge it, but it manages to slash claws over his left arm and back, tearing strips of his shirt away and revealing skin and flesh underneath. He hisses at once, in pain and in pleasure, and his eyes gleam up at the creature before him. <b>"Killed your buddy, did I?"</b> Zoryn taunts, chuckling as he spins away, not minding the blood that oozes slowly from fresh wounds. It stings, but it feels damn good, lighting a spark of something that had been repressed within him for a long while. <b>"Mm.. Wanna be next?"</b> Skeletor screeches and charges at his front, and from behind, Hunchback comes barreling through the brush. He gathers himself in that quick moment, throwing a punch and sending a kick behind all at the same time. His fist collides with a bony face, feeling somewhat of a crunch from the force of its jaw colliding with his knuckles. Perfect. But his foot, on the other end, winds up in Thing 2's wide-ass mouth. Fuck.
Good thing for heavy combat boots, Zoryn doesn't feel much except the heavy pressure of Hunchy's chomp. But there are spikes sticking out from the toes of his boots, and this is something he can use. Dropping quickly to the ground with a grunt, Zoryn rolls. As he does, he stiffens his captured leg and jerks free, feeling the catch of the spike on Hunchback's cheek from inside its mouth. Wicked satisfaction draws his lips into a savage grin as he looks back to see the thing gurgling on its blood, its mouth even wider now. Zor looks up in time to dart away from another swipe of claws from Skelly, leaping up to tackle the thing to the ground. It screeches again, that awful sound! Pinning the thing beneath him, he lets loose on it, punching and slashing. Again and again, he rains blows to its face, loving the feel of the impact, the pain of his knuckles connecting with bone over and over.. Blind with rage, he continues even after the screaming stops, the goon's blood and brain matter coating his face, his hands. He becomes so lost in the pleasure of it, he misses the other one barreling toward him once more. Nearly as heavy as he, the collision knocks the breath from Zor's chest as they crash to the ground, Hunchback's brawny arms reaching around his neck.
He struggles against it, but it all happens so fast, and soon there are stars in his vision. Parting his jaws, he bites down and latches onto flesh. Sweet blood fills his mouth, and he bites harder even as the creature howls and releases hold. He jerks his head side-to-side and rips away sinew from the creature's arm, spitting it to the ground beside him before whirling on the goon and grabbing onto its upper and lower jaws, roaring out to the skies as he pulls. Pulls until it breaks the thing's jaw apart and drops it to the ground. Panting and snarling, he rounds on the other two. The robed goons who now circle him. On his feet, blood coating his feline face, shirt ripped in places showing his muscled arms and bloody claws coiled at his sides. He watches them as they watch him. <b>"Come on. Do something."</b> He snarls. Their eyes begin to glow and their figures contort. Confusing him as they change shape. He doesn't wait, takes advantage of their vulnerable in-between state and dives at them. Snarling and shouting, slashing and tearing. He rips at the robes until he finds flesh and skin beneath. Until their blood, too, coats his hands. Their screams fill the night air around them, a mixture of sounds until finally they finish their shifting and the voices become something familiar. A clawed hand freezes in mid-air as he looks down in abject horror at what now lays beneath him.. The image of his girls. His sweet girls. Zynistra and Dizorien, their beautiful faces full of pain and terror, staring up at him. <i>"Daddy, what have you done?"</i> Zyn's sweet voice. <i>"D-Daddy?"</i> Zoe, missing all her sass.
No. NO. This isn't real. He left them at home. They were safe. He's killing monsters. Oh, no, this can't be real. And suddenly, the vision of a nightmare he'd never divulged to anyone played out before him. One he'd thought he'd forgotten. One night when he'd woken up sweating after dreaming he'd finally let the beast free from his mind. Fully let it out, and through him it created so much havoc and took control, it took more than he'd expected it would. But that was just a dream! It wasn't real! This can't be real either. Leaping up from what appeared to be the tattered and bloody remains of his twin girls, shakes his head and fails to speak.
It isn't until his little Zynnie's mouth edges into a smirk that his panic starts to fade. <i>"You're going to lose, Daddy. Going to lose everything."</i> The fear that grips his heart slowly releases as the voice flickers back to whatever tone of the creature's, a creepy mix of that and his daughter. It isn't real. The beast in his mind roars again, and he releases it aloud, just before he smashes the dying creatures' heads into dust like the others'. Ignoring the faces of his girls and satisfied when they return to their original forms. How DARE they use his babies against him?! Rising from the carnage around him, Zoryn roars out to the trees and sky above him.
<B>"Come out now Jack! I've had enough! Surely you have more in you than that!"</b>
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Sadly, I need to use the extension here, please!
In the dark, he stands leaning against a tree a ways off from the clearing where he'd set his bait. Watching, waiting. With only the sound of crickets around him, it isn't hard to tell when they come. They giggle and taunt from the dark like children, the sounds of whatever kind of feet crunching over brush and twigs. But this time, instead of toying around with him, he can tell their approach is more direct. Purposed. The beast inside him bares its fangs, and his lips form up into a similar grin. It isn't amusement on his shielded face, but a wicked form of anticipation. Still, he waits in silence.
The things come crashing into the clearing, one by one. Five, he counts so far. All a different shape. One is little more than a skeleton, but a mixture of things to the point it's impossible to tell what to call it. A thin layer of skin coats it, and its eyes glow red. It stands upright, with arms too long and claws tipping its fingers. The next is a hunched-over creature wearing a tattered cloak. It moves on toes and knuckles like some kind of primate, and its mouth is too large for its hideous face so that it hangs open and moans loud and wordlessly. The third is even more odd. Like its body had been sewn together with random pieces. It hobbles as it walks on uneven legs, its torso seems to be- no, it IS stuffed with straw. Its hands are straw too, but there are sharp, shiny things sticking out from its sleeves. Its head is a freaking pumpkin with a face that glows with light from within. It has a permanent glare and a jagged grin and can't seem to move in a straight line. Or stop laughing. He could almost join in. Was this some kind of joke?
The last two creatures look very similar to one another, walking on two legs. They wear gray robes and their colorless skin seems to sag from their bones. Their eyes are hooded and sunken in, high cheekbones and lips grinning. And they hum some haunting melody in tandem as they sway into view. A half circle, they'd formed, until the first three goons set eyes on the shrine. Hunchback flails its brawny arms and exclaims before it leaps to gathering some of the sweets and throwing them into its huge mouth. Skeletor cackles wildly as it dashes over to grab the jack-o-lantern Zor had picked out and places it over its own head, mimicking Thing 3. Mr. Happy rushes over at once to retaliate, but trips over a root and loses its head. Literally. The pumpkin rolls across the clearing and the rest of him scrambles to chase it. The creepy twins shake their heads at each other before the one closest kicks a foot out to stop the head from rolling. Their humming never ceases, and then finally Mr. Happy reunites with its strange body.
Zoryn remains in the shadows, staring blankly at the goons. He doesn't worry himself over the destruction of his shrine, only tries to make sense of the scene playing out before him, folding his arms across his chest. The movement catches the glowing gaze of the bag of bones, and it drops the jack-o-lantern to let it smash on the ground at the same time it raises a clawed, bony finger to point directly at him. The others all slowly turn to him, candy dripping from Thing 2's gaping mouth. Now, the humming stops. The crickets even fall silent. But the beast in his head growls from its cage, pacing back and forth, and he mentally croons to it. Unfolding his arms, his muscles flex.
Skeletor suddenly screeches, and Hunchback howls. Pumpkinhead belts out more laughter, and the creepy twins make no sound as they all charge at him. Following suit, Zor slings his cloak off, eager for action. His body is different than what he'd left the house with. He's more muscular and sleek now, perhaps even taller. His jaw has elongated, and his fingers have lengthened. With whatever magic the spirit had spilled, Zor now has fangs and claws for real, where before it had only been part of his costume. With the stretching of his face, the makeup the girls had worked so hard on had displaced. However, what now was his real skin was marked with true lines and spots of the jungle cat they had only tried to disguise him as. His ears are higher up on his head now, and not only pointed, but also sprouting fur. On the back of his head, his black hair had been shaved into the rosette pattern of the jaguar, and now the evidence of that same pattern carries down his neck and disappears into his shirt. He roars back at the goons he can only assume are of Jack's command, feeling out his new mouth and baring the larger canines he now has. All the better to taste them with.
Bright yellow-gold eyes widen as they select his first target. Feeling the raw strength within him just aching to be released, he increases his stride and snarls as he reaches Pumpkinhead. The goon laughs maniacally as it slashes at him with those.. knives? Adrenaline spiking, Zoryn knocks away its arms, contracting claws of his own as he rips into the sleeves at the thing's shoulders, tearing away the straw arms and letting them fall idly to the ground. Still, the creature laughs, which angers Zor and drives him farther. He dashes around Mr. Happy and slams his fists into his pumpkin head. It falls to the ground as well, but doesn't smash right away. With a bit of a crazed snarl, Zor moves quickly and raises a heavy booted foot. <i>"NOO.."</i> Something screams, just as he stomps down on it. Satisfied with the crunch and splatter of seed and flesh from its head.
He roars out again. This strength; raw, animalistic power flooding through his veins and thirsts for more.. Skeletor screeches at him like a banshee, the pitch high enough to hurt his ears. It distracts so that when the bony thing reaches him, it swipes its long arms at him, all amusement gone from before. He tries to dodge it, but it manages to slash claws over his left arm and back, tearing strips of his shirt away and revealing skin and flesh underneath. He hisses at once, in pain and in pleasure, and his eyes gleam up at the creature before him. <b>"Killed your buddy, did I?"</b> Zoryn taunts, chuckling as he spins away, not minding the blood that oozes slowly from fresh wounds. It stings, but it feels damn good, lighting a spark of something that had been repressed within him for a long while. <b>"Mm.. Wanna be next?"</b> Skeletor screeches and charges at his front, and from behind, Hunchback comes barreling through the brush. He gathers himself in that quick moment, throwing a punch and sending a kick behind all at the same time. His fist collides with a bony face, feeling somewhat of a crunch from the force of its jaw colliding with his knuckles. Perfect. But his foot, on the other end, winds up in Thing 2's wide-ass mouth. Fuck.
Good thing for heavy combat boots, Zoryn doesn't feel much except the heavy pressure of Hunchy's chomp. But there are spikes sticking out from the toes of his boots, and this is something he can use. Dropping quickly to the ground with a grunt, Zoryn rolls. As he does, he stiffens his captured leg and jerks free, feeling the catch of the spike on Hunchback's cheek from inside its mouth. Wicked satisfaction draws his lips into a savage grin as he looks back to see the thing gurgling on its blood, its mouth even wider now. Zor looks up in time to dart away from another swipe of claws from Skelly, leaping up to tackle the thing to the ground. It screeches again, that awful sound! Pinning the thing beneath him, he lets loose on it, punching and slashing. Again and again, he rains blows to its face, loving the feel of the impact, the pain of his knuckles connecting with bone over and over.. Blind with rage, he continues even after the screaming stops, the goon's blood and brain matter coating his face, his hands. He becomes so lost in the pleasure of it, he misses the other one barreling toward him once more. Nearly as heavy as he, the collision knocks the breath from Zor's chest as they crash to the ground, Hunchback's brawny arms reaching around his neck.
He struggles against it, but it all happens so fast, and soon there are stars in his vision. Parting his jaws, he bites down and latches onto flesh. Sweet blood fills his mouth, and he bites harder even as the creature howls and releases hold. He jerks his head side-to-side and rips away sinew from the creature's arm, spitting it to the ground beside him before whirling on the goon and grabbing onto its upper and lower jaws, roaring out to the skies as he pulls. Pulls until it breaks the thing's jaw apart and drops it to the ground. Panting and snarling, he rounds on the other two. The robed goons who now circle him. On his feet, blood coating his feline face, shirt ripped in places showing his muscled arms and bloody claws coiled at his sides. He watches them as they watch him. <b>"Come on. Do something."</b> He snarls. Their eyes begin to glow and their figures contort. Confusing him as they change shape. He doesn't wait, takes advantage of their vulnerable in-between state and dives at them. Snarling and shouting, slashing and tearing. He rips at the robes until he finds flesh and skin beneath. Until their blood, too, coats his hands. Their screams fill the night air around them, a mixture of sounds until finally they finish their shifting and the voices become something familiar. A clawed hand freezes in mid-air as he looks down in abject horror at what now lays beneath him.. The image of his girls. His sweet girls. Zynistra and Dizorien, their beautiful faces full of pain and terror, staring up at him. <i>"Daddy, what have you done?"</i> Zyn's sweet voice. <i>"D-Daddy?"</i> Zoe, missing all her sass.
No. NO. This isn't real. He left them at home. They were safe. He's killing monsters. Oh, no, this can't be real. And suddenly, the vision of a nightmare he'd never divulged to anyone played out before him. One he'd thought he'd forgotten. One night when he'd woken up sweating after dreaming he'd finally let the beast free from his mind. Fully let it out, and through him it created so much havoc and took control, it took more than he'd expected it would. But that was just a dream! It wasn't real! This can't be real either. Leaping up from what appeared to be the tattered and bloody remains of his twin girls, shakes his head and fails to speak.
It isn't until his little Zynnie's mouth edges into a smirk that his panic starts to fade. <i>"You're going to lose, Daddy. Going to lose everything."</i> The fear that grips his heart slowly releases as the voice flickers back to whatever tone of the creature's, a creepy mix of that and his daughter. It isn't real. The beast in his mind roars again, and he releases it aloud, just before he smashes the dying creatures' heads into dust like the others'. Ignoring the faces of his girls and satisfied when they return to their original forms. How DARE they use his babies against him?! Rising from the carnage around him, Zoryn roars out to the trees and sky above him.
<B>"Come out now Jack! I've had enough! Surely you have more in you than that!"</b>
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Sadly, I need to use the extension here, please!