( locked for theycallmegede and huntaredingly )

( [The first thing that came to Thomas was the creeping chill...] )

[A hooded form hobbles through the halls. He felt weak. Weak, but strong. If all felt so funny, but oh so familiar. Like the sound of a lullaby; the music box long forgotten and buried beneath dusty memories. But, this wasn't like his other funny dreams. There were no shadowy forms, silhouettes of a past life. And ( Read more... )

[A hooded form crouches over a very very dead body. An arm between his teeth and the very loud sound of bones crunching and cracking as the man gnaws away. His teeth puncturing the rotted flesh and tearing it from the bones. The terrifying stench wafts through the room. The huddled creature doesn't even seem to notice the scenery change. He was ( Read more... )