|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 15, 2008 21:54:39 GMT -5
Mortis was taking a stroll through the nighttime forest, looking up into the sky every once in a while to admire the fullness of the moon. A tendency he usually had, the wyrmling's fascination of the astral body usually forced him to continously smack his head into tree trucks and low branches, forcing him to stagger backwards and grumble at the plant for being there. Occasionally, he would scurry up a tree and stare up at the moon with a closer view, sighing as he recalled the look of the white moon from his realm, one of three that usually occupied the night sky.
Upon one such occurence, Mortis was lost in the light of the planetoid, when suddenly his scales all stood upwards simultaneously upon hearing a frightful noise. Originally, he had thought it to be a woman's scream, but... it seemed a bit deeper and shriller than any normal woman's cry. Glancing around nervously, shaking a bit, his tail swayed defensively as he scanned the forest floor and the skyline, but finding nothing. With a shrug, he turned back to the sky, yet every once in a while he would glance behind him with suspicious eyes.
|
|
|
|
Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 15, 2008 22:36:21 GMT -5
Cynder shuddered as she walked around in the forest, also hearing the strange scream. She hurried through, trying to find someone she was familiar with, until she looked up and spotted the blue wyrmling up in the trees.
"Mortis? Is that you?" she called up to him.
|
|
|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 15, 2008 22:43:42 GMT -5
On edge already, Mortis yelped upon hearing Cynder's inquisition, and almost fell out of the tree. Panting, he glanced down and replied,
"Yeah, it's me. What're you doing out here?"
His scales were standing on edge like a dog's hackles, his pupils dialated and eyes wide. His claws were literally stabbed into the branch he was mounted on, his tail tightly curled around it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 15, 2008 23:04:05 GMT -5
"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" Cynder responded, then answered his question.
"Well... I was just looking for some whee to relax, probably at the hot springs, but it seems that there is something going on here too... Well, its better if there are two of us watching out for whatever made that strange scream..."
With that, the black wyrmling flew up to Mortis and clutched the branchg as best as she could.
|
|
|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 15, 2008 23:12:16 GMT -5
Mortis shifted over on the branch to make a bit more room for Cynder, then nodded in response to her statement. He shuddered upon recalling that scream, its inhuman nature chilling him to the bone. Sure, he had seen Dogolas in person, but this... this was a different kind of fear, an unseen terror. Never before had he heard any living thing issue that sort of noise, even when dying. His eyes slowly swept over the leafy foliage, and he began to relax a bit upon not seeing any movement in the sky nor the trees. Sighing, his tail uncurled a bit and his grip relaxed a bit, head drooping in relief.
"Whatever it is, it must be-"
The scream then echoed across the top of the trees once more, causing Mortis to re-tighten his grip on the tree branch and huddle onto it a bit more.
"I-it s-s-sounds c-closer..." He stuttered, eyes wide.
|
|
|
|
Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 15, 2008 23:25:56 GMT -5
Cynder also dug her claws into the branch, a panic attack threatening to set in. Her teeth were audibly chattering as her body shivered.
"W-w-w-where is it?" she said through her chattering teeth, glancing around feverishly.
|
|
|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 15, 2008 23:33:13 GMT -5
Mortis's head was jerking rapidly from side to side, up and down as he tried to find the source of the scream. Beginning to hyperventilate, he paused, thinking he saw movement a few dozen feet off to their left on the ground. His eyes shrank visibly upon his fear being confirmed by a pair of two bright, reflective red lights.
"Th-th-th-th-tho-ho-ose.... ar-ar-are th-those e-eyes?" He asked Cynder in a strained, hoarse whisper.
The two red lights turned from side to side, occasionally turning downwards. Then, the two lights moved upwards, seemingly at the pair of wyrmlings on the branch. A mouse-like squeek came from the source of the lights as they slowly moved closer...
|
|
|
|
Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 15, 2008 23:37:47 GMT -5
That did it, panic set in and Cynder no longer gave a care about the condition of the forest, as long as she could keep herself in one piece.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The black wyrmling screamed, before letting out small jet of fire out at the thing, hoping to try and shoo it away.
|
|
|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 16, 2008 11:36:38 GMT -5
((I am a HUGE fan of this feller, but... if I ever see him in real life, I'd prolly wet myself.))
The thing seemed to pause at the jet of fire, then suddenly rushed forward in a blur, jumping off of the ground and landing on a nearby branch, allowing the two dragonlings to get a good view of it as it did the same with them.
The thing was humanoid in shape, with muscled legs ending in bird-like feet that tightly gripped the branch. It was completely covered in a brown-gray fur, and instead of arms, it had a pair of bat-like wings that appeared to have a wide span, but undetermined as the wings were folded. The most disturbing feature was the thing's lack of a head, only a pair of glowing red eyes resembling bike reflectors set into its chest. If it had an actual face, it couldn't be described due to the extreme drawing force the eyes seemed to have, as if forcing someone to look at them and them only.
The thing uttered another sqeak as it leaned to one side, leaning forward to get a better view at Cynder and Mortis. The latter was literally shaking the branch from his own uncontrolled vibrations as he hissed to Cynder,
"Have any idea what it is?!"
It never blinked once as it occasionally swayed from side to side, staring at the two wyrmlings.
|
|
|
|
Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 16, 2008 18:01:22 GMT -5
"I d-d-d-don't know..." Cynder hissed back, also quivering.
"Oh come ON!, You are pathetic!" Hollow Cynder growled.
'Well why don't you get a look at it with your own eyes!'
"Don't mind if I do."
And with that, Cynder's body stopped quivering, and the wyrmling leapt to a less flimsy branch as she changed into her adult self and the Hollow Mask formed. Hollow Cynder glared at the thing,and was rather shocked that Cynder found it so scary. The hollow then looked at Mortis
"Will you stop acting like some one took all the courage out of you? There's nothing to be afraid of!" Hollow Cynder spat at Mortis before rolling her eyes and glaring back at the... thing...
|
|
|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 16, 2008 18:16:29 GMT -5
The 'thing' seemed to be staring at Hollow Cynder rather intently now, its unmoving, unblinking, pupiless red eyes never taken off of the lithe black wyrm. It swayed backwards for a moment, then opened its right wing for a moment. Something fell out of its confines, which it caught with its foot-claw while remaining perfectly balanced. It held the object out to Hollow Cynder, which appeared to be a red, slightly-scruffed frisbee.
It placed the frisbee on a branch near the two, then slowly glanced downwards as a pair of deer emerged from the underbrush. A fawn and its mother, it seemed. Movement below the creature's eyes suggested a mouth opening, and suddenly it issued that horrid scream from before as it leapt down from the tree, taking the fawn down. As the infant deer started squealing in fear, the red-eyed entity leaned down, and a small tearing noise was heard. The deer was now squealing in pain for a few moments before it finally fell limp, the mother having fled a while ago. It glanced back up at Mortis and Cynder, the former's face going completely white as he realized what he had just seen.
The creature's face.
He let out an unbridled scream of sheer fear as he backed away from the thing slowly, until he was literally hanging off of the end of the branch. The creature swayed to the left a bit, the suggested motion of its head cocking. Mortis, while shaking like the newborn fawn the thing had just killed, glanced at the creature's kill. It seemed completely intact, expect for four small holes in the baby's side. Two larger on the top, and two smaller on the bottom. His face drained of color even more as he realized the infant animal looked withered, having been drained of blood.
The winged thing spread its wings and slowly took into the air, landing on the tree-top again to stare at Cynder. Mortis, at this point was reduced to a babbling wreck, eyes wide and pupils almost nonexistant.
"D-d-d-d-d-o-ho-ho-on-n-n't l-l-l-loo-look-k a-a-at i-its f-f-f-fa-hace..." He managed to string together.
|
|
|
|
Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 16, 2008 18:39:06 GMT -5
Hollow Cynder half lidded her eyes as she looked at Mortis.
"Mortis... I'm a Hollow. There's not much that can scare me." she hissed at him, and turn her attention back to the creature.
"Just what is it about your face that makes you oh so scary, huh?" she asked the thing, not really expecting a response.
|
|
|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 16, 2008 19:00:11 GMT -5
((I dunno what the Dark Master looks like, so i'm just guessing here. Feel free to correct me. *shrug*))
It cocked its 'head' at Cynder, leaning backwards slightly so the moonlight could strike its face. Upon managing to rip her eyes from the thing's eyes, she managed to get a glimpse at the thing's face...
Visions of what appeared to be a large, 30-foot long purple dragon came into her vision, bringing to mind the violet defender of Cynder's realm. However, this was not Spyro, apparent by its head of several more horns, all of which were ebony black. A pair of soulles green eyes stared out from the dragon's face, the features being blotted out by shadow. A feeling of familiarity came from this entity as images of young Cynder being stricken down by chains and forced into a pillar of light, screaming in pain as she did so before a top-heavy simian creature, a skull mounted atop its head.
[glow=red,2,300]"You are still MINE!"[/glow] The draconic shadow roared, seeming to lash out at Hollow Cynder.
Then, the Hollow herself began seeing visions of what seemed like a vast expanse of twilit desert, composed of bleached-white sand. Crystalline trees and shrubs occasionally dotted the night landscape, but none seemed very alive. Then, a palace of pure white marble came into view, of which before swarmed hundreds upon thousands of Hollows. All turned upon the Hollow dragon, chanting in a low hiss,
"You are inferior... you are one with your host... you will feed us well..."
They came upon the Hollow in waves, tearing apart her flesh and using it to feed themselves, in the hopes of becoming Gillian.
* * * * * * *
The visions suddenly ended as the Hollow snapped to, the red-eyed creature having dissapeared from view. In its place, however, appeared to be a large, very muscled black werewolf with glowing orange eyes. Blood stained its claws as its lips pulled back in a snarl, though it wasn't facing the two dragons.
|
|
|
|
Post by Azure_Ghidorah on Jul 16, 2008 19:41:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Nobody knows what the Dark Master looks like, as he's yet to appear in the series. That's probably a good guess on what he looks like though.)
Hollow Cynder reared back with a roar, losing her footing and falling from the branch she was on and crashing onto the ground. The Hollow's eyes were clouded, but she shook it from her vision. Looking at the black werewolf, she assumed he was the reason for the thing's dissappearence.
'Oh god... I think I'm gonna barf...' Cynder moaned in the Hollow's mind.
"Shut up..." Hollow Cynder growled at her, before speaking to the werewolf.
"Just what was that thing?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Talon on Jul 16, 2008 22:43:37 GMT -5
The werewolf merely glanced at the fallen wyrm, then sighed, growling as he shook his head.
"Not really sure... it's called the Mothman, for obvious reasons." The lycanthrope growled.
His head kept jerking from side to side as he sniffed the air, growling something incoherent to himself every so often.
"Not sure if its hostile or not, but judging from the daze you were in, I'd assume you had the luck of seeing its face. Consider it an honor; only a handful of people have ever done that. They had to go through therapy afterwards, though." He added.
Mortis was recovering from his shock, shaking his head as if to rid the vision from his mind. The Gauru sighed, hanging his head and shaking it again, before turning to the others.
"Mind telling me everything that happened?" He asked in a low tone.
|
|
