Dead Rising [Active/Closed]
Character(s): Hades and Megara
Content: Hades hardly needs a life, but
Setting: Pride Lands - Elephant Graveyard
Time: Dusk, week 34. Sometime after this post.
Warnings: Zombie elephants? Hades being a creeper? Yeah. Actually in all honestly it might be a little sickening. Seriously, zombie elephants.
Hades had already started his work without any onlookers, the souls of the long since dead crawling and wading across dust and ash in search of their skeletons, as though in search of home. He chuckled, shadows skittering from the base of his body, slipping into cracks of the ground and dragging the dead from the depths. To some the sight could be disgusting; to Hades it was a work of true art.
The souls staggered and tripped, moving from one set of bones to the next until they connected with them, until they found that "home". From the bones came a strong stench, rancid and wafting into the air. Hades wasn't only bringing the souls to life, he was conjuring their flesh back to their being, some bodies torn up by predators, others simply from old, old, old age. The weak and the blind, the strong and the destructive. Souls that weren't ready to go, souls that still remembered the poachers picking them apart while on their last legs.
All across the graveyard the dead were rising, but they never made it to that state being fully alive. Their souls still didn't quite fit to the rotting meat and bone, and the air was clouded from their disconnected, transparent vestiges. Eerie, distorted trumpets followed as they drew up on four legs.
And Hades "invited" good ol', puppet Nutmeg to the scene. Isn't he so nice to you, Megara, giving you a front row seat - a "sneak peek" as it were?
Content: Hades hardly needs a life, but
Setting: Pride Lands - Elephant Graveyard
Time: Dusk, week 34. Sometime after this post.
Warnings: Zombie elephants? Hades being a creeper? Yeah. Actually in all honestly it might be a little sickening. Seriously, zombie elephants.
Hades had already started his work without any onlookers, the souls of the long since dead crawling and wading across dust and ash in search of their skeletons, as though in search of home. He chuckled, shadows skittering from the base of his body, slipping into cracks of the ground and dragging the dead from the depths. To some the sight could be disgusting; to Hades it was a work of true art.
The souls staggered and tripped, moving from one set of bones to the next until they connected with them, until they found that "home". From the bones came a strong stench, rancid and wafting into the air. Hades wasn't only bringing the souls to life, he was conjuring their flesh back to their being, some bodies torn up by predators, others simply from old, old, old age. The weak and the blind, the strong and the destructive. Souls that weren't ready to go, souls that still remembered the poachers picking them apart while on their last legs.
All across the graveyard the dead were rising, but they never made it to that state being fully alive. Their souls still didn't quite fit to the rotting meat and bone, and the air was clouded from their disconnected, transparent vestiges. Eerie, distorted trumpets followed as they drew up on four legs.
And Hades "invited" good ol', puppet Nutmeg to the scene. Isn't he so nice to you, Megara, giving you a front row seat - a "sneak peek" as it were?