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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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 Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2011 11:29 pm
 The moon was high in the sky and it's light spilled out over the lands giving a lone figure some means of illuminating the path before him even though he didn't really need it. He'd been traveling for days now, though he was no stranger to these lands. It had just been some time since he was last here having traveled to foreign lands some time ago. Now he was back and attempting to get into the swing of things. Unfortunately much had changed during his time away. The lands felt different and he wasn't sure why...though he sensed that he would soon discover why.
As he continued on in his stride, a thick fog rolled in and the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. Just what in the world was this?
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 9:00 am
The fog was thick. One could barely see a few feet before them as they walked further into it's depths. Below one's paws the grass became scarce, giving way to hard, compacted dirt and stone. Soon, the sources of the smoke became evident as glowing cracks appeared on the hard ground, giving off swirls of smoke and the stench of burning....burning what? Lumber, yes, but also something more oily and toxic underneath...
Here and there one would run into a missing chunk of Earth. Beneath the ground was metal. A grid of it. Rusted and burned, and seeming to hold up the hard floor, for beneath it seemed the Earth was hollow, containing a system of metal cages and catwalks and fences... Beneath which lay an ever burning fire...
Still, all one had to do was keep walking and ignore these glowing holes into the Earth and one would be ignorant of this proof of Hell.
However, unavoidable now, Kaalaa's paws would eventually take him straight to what seemed to be a a trail of blood. Like a body had been sliced open and drug across the floor haphazardly so that the gore was left behind in amorphous globs and chunks of flesh. Just ahead lay a shadow on the floor. Obscured by the fog and smoke...
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 9:40 am
While most would feel fear coiled about them and seep into every pore it could, Kaalaa merely took in the change of scenery. He above most people knew what hell was like and this was but a level of it. Boldly he continued on, following that trail of blood and boldly he approached the shadow laying upon the floor. However, he was not so bold to drop his guard, that would be foolish and he was no fool by any means.
"How very interesting...hell on earth. Who in the world could be powerful enough to bring this place here..."
He mused aloud, expecting no answer to his question.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 10:12 am
The shadow on the floor turned out to be a mangled corpse. The one that had been drug across the floor. ....Only.... it hadn't been dragged... The poor beast had seemingly crawled forward towards (or away?) from something before perishing from it's grievous wounds on the mangled bottom half of it's body. The stench of blood and gore now permeated the area. Beyond the first corpse lay another. And beyond that, shadows lay on the floor before him. The floor turned to stone at the third corpse. At the fifth blood and gore coated the floor like it had been raining the stuff for days. Here and there small things scurried in the almost absolute darkness, obscured by the fog. Once in a while one would venture forth towards Kaalaa, just close enough to investigate his presence, their tiny, beady eyes red and glowing.
The strange rodents, for that was what they were, gnawed on the mangled corpses strewn about. Corpses that grew in grouped numbers up until the edge of what looked like a shallow pool. Filled, it was, just up to one's "knees", with black blood. It was enough, one would notice, to cover a body if it lay prone on the floor of the pool. Only... Something wasn't laying prone at the center of the pool...
A shadow hung just over the pool. Slightly swinging from what sounded like chains and dragging ever so in the pool, though the ripples died before ever reaching the edge.
Blood was ever so heavy, after all...
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 10:42 am
It was hard for Kaalaa to admit it at first, but even he had grown rather disturbed by the site before him. However, this feeling was not one to linger. He adapted quickly knowing all too well he had seen this before it was all a matter of remembering when. Even now his steps forward remained confident and when small entities approached him, investigating his presence he would cast that penetrating gaze of his sickly yellow eyes upon them showing no fear before they scuttled off. The noxious smell of the corpses they fed on filled his nostrils and nearly made his stomach churn with disgust. Years ago it would have had no affect on him but in time he would get used to it. After all, this place was in a sense his home...or rather a home away from home.
He made note of the number of corpses as it steadily rose and the carnage caused something to stir within him. A fire was set within his loins and his lust for blood and carnal desire steadily began to rise. He couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure. Eventually he came upon the pools edge and spied the figure in the center. A smile curled upon his maw. Now this was a slice of heaven, for him at least. Here he was, surrounded by the dead and he was sure tortured. For a brief moment he lowered his head to the thick black liquid and dipped his tongue into it lavishing the taste as it snaked it's way down his throat.
Satisfied and growing all the more intrigued he continued on, intent on finding the source of this hell on earth.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 11:12 am
At first there was silence... And eerie one as all sound from the rodents ended at once.
A moment later a siren went off, loud and echoing. I went off once, then faded and was drown out by the sound of ripping and tearing from all around.
Everywhere he would look, reality itself was tearing apart as if it were merely made of glass and it was shattering, the pieces floating up and fading away, taking with it, the fog. As the pieces fell away they revealed a corrupt world. The floor became nothing but metal gratings. The corpses burned away to nothing in moments before his eyes. All around the pool the gratings fell away, down into a never ending chasm of fire and death leaving him only a small ledge all around the pool which with to stand on. He was on a high platform with the pool. The cages and catwalks from before reappeared, now too far to reach by any means, but surrounding the area all around. The cages were now filled with twitching and moaning bodies of the damned.
The corpses from before? Were these spirits?
Any internal thought would be broken now as the shattering of reality reached the center of the pool. Nine dangling cages of varying sizes dropped from the ceiling, each dangling at a different length all around the pool. Each held a mangled corpse which still yet lived, staring at him with intelligent eyes, though they could not reach out to him, as they were bound and impaled in hideous ways.
The hanging body at the center moved now, twitching as life seemed to return to it. The chains holding it broke with a screech and a great snap. It dropped to the black pool below followed by it's lengthy chains and for a moment all was quiet but the waves in the blood pool.
Ever so slowly, the body stood, dragging it's chains with it as it creeped ever so slowly towards Kaalaa, coated in blood and gore.
"Damned soul, you have many sins... But you are no mere mortal for me to test..."
The voice was female, oddly enough sexy. As if it were a parody, a sick joke to be coming from a being so foul.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 12:18 pm
"Oh yes many sins indeed that have no mortal prison to confine them."
He chuckled half halfheartedly, meeting the females gaze and standing his ground. For a moment, he allowed his eyes to roam, watching the blood drip from her form thus adding more fuel the fire that burned within him. His eyes then moved to peer at each and every twisted and mangled carcass staring down at him with an intelligent gaze. Everything was so dark, so macabre and he found that he was enjoying his time here more than he should.
"I take it you are responsible for all of this...though I'm curious to know why you would waste such a marvelous place on testing mortals. They mean nothing and will forever be nothings."
That voice, deep yet soft dripped with a deep rooted hatred. If he had his way he'd be ripping a mortal apart at this very moment but for now that would have to wait. He had something far more important standing before him.
"Tell me, what is this place oh dark temptress."
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 12:41 pm
She smirked, drawing a paw up to motion at the hanging cages. "Those you see hanging before you... they are the real creators of this realm. Or, at least, the reason why we exist. It was their sin, you see." She canted her head as if remembering something sweet. "They wanted to resurrect their dark god. So they picked a young female, old and healthy enough enough to bear children without worry, and beautiful so that their god would be pleased with their sacrifice.."
Still smiling she looked at Kaalaa, her gaze burning straight to his soul. "Do you know of the cult? What they did to her?"
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Patron Saint Of Farewells Crew
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 1:26 pm
"Silent Memory..."
He repeated softly allowing the name to roll across his tongue savoring the feel of having said it. He also found her name to be rather clever as this world while morphed into something rust ridden now, before looked aged and long since forgotten like a fading memory. Falling silent again, he payed close attention to the information she provided him with and more and more his memory of the place began to surface. Mention of the sacrifice and of a cult sounded alarms within his mind but even still it was all a bit foggy, no pun intended.
"Your words bring about familiarity but still...do educate me on the matters of their sins. Tell me, what did they do to that female. Don't keep hidden a single detail."
He in turn moved closer, even dared to lick at the paw she used to point at the monstrosities that hung high above them.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 3:16 pm
Silent Memory smiled at his brashness. "Careful. The blood you ingest is tainted. The pool is filled with the blood of those who came here before you... And failed." With a shrug and smirk she turned again to the hanging cult members.
"She was an innocent. Still untouched. Age wasn't so much of importance as was her innocence. You see, in order to bring about their dark god they tortured her. Instilled within her all those dark feelings such as terror, and hate. And, of course, pain. Oh such pain. Whole days and night of pain so that time ceased to be counted in hours, but in how long were the intervals between her torture. They carved the symbol to conjure the god over her womb, then carved a second over her heart to offer as sacrifice."
She laughed highly, turning back to him. "Do you know what then? Could you imagine? They told her she would birth a god. And how else do you bring forth life? Even evil need to be born, you see." She dragged a claw over his shoulder, whispering into his ear. "They raped her. Endlessly. Taking turns with her until she finally conceived." She laughed again and drew away. "But she never did. So on and on it went. She silently begged for death each moment of her life then. Dreamed of it. Wished for it. So much so, that one day, it was granted."
She looked up at the cages and they dropped lower, settling just above the blood. She weaved between them, caressing the rusted iron bars. Fear and misery came off the tortured beings within as they started to twitch and moan. Pulling herself up onto her hind legs she reached in and twisted a pole that impaled the creature within, one of many that held it in place. It screamed and she rolled her eyes back in pleasure.
"So lovely. Carelessness did the deed. They were complacent by then. Less careful with their instruments of torture. A mistake. She was able to obtain a knife they used for cutting her flesh and plunged it into her heart even as one of them inserted himself within her from behind." She moved on to another cage, dragging her tail feathers over the bars she passed.
"Removing a sacrifice brings wrath down from any god. Imagine, if you will, what a dark and evil god would do if it's very vessel had been destroyed. And over what? A moment of carelessness? Idiocy." She pulled on the end of a hanging chain from one of the cages, pulling on the barbed wire that clung to this creatures' body, tearing open her wounds so that both his screams and blood trickled out of his cage.
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 4:03 pm
"It matters not to me if the blood is tainted. What harm could it do to one such as I?"
He watched her closely as she recalled the heart wrenching fate that befell the child. His mind created a visual before his eyes of the scenes of her torture and drew for a deep purr from his maw. Oh the things mortals did to come closer to their gods and how how despicable the deeds were when it came to the self righteous.
"Surely you jest? A mere child give birth to a god?!"
He threw back his head, shoulders shaking violently as he left. The audacity of it all. A mortal birthing something of such power? He calmed down so that he might continue listening to the story being told and his maw curled up at the touch of the claw that dragged across his pelt. Even more so when she moved from him and weaved about the cages that lowered and continued the torment of those within. His purr this time was much louder and mingled with their chorus of agonized cries.
"Yesssss..."
His forked tongued flicked about before he took the initiative to follow her path, weaving about the cages much like she did, his lust growing and yearning to be quenched. Her speaking of the foolishness on their part made him pause momentarily before chuckling. Carelessness ruined the vessel and that could only mean one thing when it came to such a high ranking diety. Such a deed would bring down wrath upon them.
"Let's see, if I were that god...I'd make them live in an eternity of torment. I cursed them to forever live in a world cast aside with no means of escape. A place of pain and isolation."
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2011 4:51 pm
She laughed, the sound echoing through the hellish world around them and making the creatures in ALL the cages tremble.
"Indeed you would. And who would you put in charge of their torment? Who better than the very vessel that they ruined? After all, that tortured soul would want retribution. Even if it meant giving up her soul to the darkness in order to do it." Her smile widened and she canted her head to the side. "Become a vessel....of a different kind. One to continue the work on a much grander scale, free of incompetence."
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 11:21 am
Kaalaa moved in even closer now, his maw but inches away from Memory's ear. A deep and sensual purr left him for his words. "I think I'm growing rather fond of this world, it's god, it's vessel and..."
He cut himself off for a moment, now brushing his side against her own in a delightful caress. The rattle at the end of his tail tickled her chin before quivering and making it's fearsome rattling sound. "...and it's tester. Tell me, what would one have to do if they wished to make this place their home base hmmm? What should one do if they wished to..." Again he paused for a breif moment just to give her a light yet playful n** upon the base of her tail. "...if they wished to make you their woman."
The question as he saw it wasn't really necessary in his mind, for he would have her if he truly wanted be it by force or free will. Still he was in one of his moods and he figure what was the harm in playing a little game.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 12:05 pm
Silent Memory smirked, pulling away from him with a sensual look.
"Oh? Interest? I thought so. Your desires are black as night." She shrugged and dragged a claw over one of the iron cages' base. "I'm a fraid it's a case of look but don't touch, though." She laughed low and peered at him through lowered lashes. "Only the dead remain here. And just because you're beyond that it doesn't mean you can linger here forever. After all, you weren't made by the god that I serve." She raised an eyebrow at him. "You don't serve any god actually. What would you give to stay? What purpose, what role would you play?" She canted her head with a smile and sauntered back to him. "And your baser interests... what would you do with them? With me? Knowing who I am now, what would you do to interst me enough to allow you to use me so?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 12:36 pm
A mock pout soon spread across his features when Silent Memory pulled away from him and told him that he was to look and not touch. "Oh come now, where is the fun in that?" He turned round to face her, his ears still paying close attention to the words that left her beautiful form soaked in black liquid life and a smile twisted onto his features when she spoke of his desires. "Black as night...black as pitch...blacker than the blackest witch," he crooned peering at the female through half lidded eyes that carried a lustful sheen to them. Again he approached her, each foot fall calculated, bold, and graceful.
"Indeed I was not created by your god but that doesn't mean I shouldn't be allowed to linger. While I serve no god, that doesn't mean that I couldn't offer some sort of assistance. If I am to serve as some sort of role...perhaps I could lure in more mortals so that they might fall and decorate this place further with their mangled corpses. Hell if necessary I could spread the taint of the place across the lands." He was smirking now, looking her over. He couldn't help but let that forked tongue of his to whip out and taste the air about her.
"As for you...I could full fill your dark, baser urges. I could give you a confidant who stands at your level. Hell, I could even..." He closed the distance between them, his muzzle so very close to hers that each breath that left his maw kissed and mingled with her own. "...make you mother to greater sentinels that would serve your god and continue to allow this place to thrive."
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