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A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night;

Nov 25, 2010 23:51

Who: deservesabone & barebacking
When: Night, November 26th
Where: Out and about
Summary: Sam's tired of sitting and staying.
Warnings: Violence & badtouch
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( May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright )

yaha, sam merlotte

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barebacking November 26 2010, 09:01:18 UTC

"What questions shall we ask Edgeworth next?" Yaha questioned the empty street, but he knew that his children were beneath the ground. Following obediently as always. He could feel how his heels trembled just slightly as he walked, but more so, he would always be aware as to where they were. That is what it means to be connected as we are, isn't it?His head lowered slightly as he stopped walking. Even the screaming of the sirens did very little to compel him forward. He still did not know what to do about Liquid's disappearance. Strange how it was that he could be so calm when it felt like something else was breaking inside. One of the few people that he did not need to charm, that wanted to bring about his own happiness without any influence on his part, was gone. It was about as much of a shock as Urick's passing ( ... )

deservesabone November 27 2010, 01:25:04 UTC

I can smell him. I can hear him. I can sense him. I'm coming for you, you son of a bitch.

His paws thudded with surprising quiet against the sidewalk, only his claws clacking against the pavement. His ears lay flat against his skull, the tentacles that draped from his muzzle curled in instinctively from the rush of wind as it ripped through his fur. He felt alive - a part of the Darkness, a link in a chain greater than himself, something thrumming and old and deep and suffering. It was so easy to let his pain mingle with theirs; the Darkness cried out its hunger in chorus, a howl through his skull.

It would be so easy to let go of himself.

- No.

The hound snorted hot breath and bared its fangs to the cold night in defiance. This is just a body. This is just a fuckin' shape. I'm not one of yours And Sam - Sam, not the beast, not the Darkness - ran faster ( ... )

barebacking November 27 2010, 02:26:32 UTC

What is that doing out so soon? The thought filtered in even as the air distorted around him, rendering his body intangible. Always so interesting to watch the body of anyone slide through his own form harmlessly. Still, he had thought that he had more time to return home before the monsters started to litter the streets. Had his mind been wandering so that he did not even know how long he had been out walking? Most unfortunate.

Whistling softly, he called his dear children for assistance. His thinking cleared enough that he did not think that they would be troubled with his thoughts. "It's most unfortunate, but it seems like you'll have to die tonight, little creature." Yaha doubted that it could understand him one way or the other, but he was feeling like talking to someoneAs he finished his apologies, sharpened pillars shot upward, centering themselves around the red designs that began to appear all across the ground -- tearing up the pavement and street in their wake. Each strike upward led down to where the gnomes were that ( ... )

deservesabone November 27 2010, 02:58:33 UTC

He'd been ready for a lot. The spray of blood, the taste of it in his mouth - torn muscle, flesh, gore. Sam had steeled himself for that, and the beast his body had become had anticipated it with an open, drooling maw.

...Hitting nothing at all was a surprise, to say the least.

Sam landed with jarring force, only able to steady himself because he was so used to being in canine form. However strange the rope-faced dog was, it was still a dog at its core. It certainly snarled like one when Sam turned his head back in Yaha's direction, as if answering him. Don't know what the hell you pulled just now, but it's not gonna be that easy to put me down - !

What was that sound?

His ears pricked up, vibrations under his paws. Sam bolted a bare moment before the first pillar shot up towards the darkening sky, a colossus of rock and asphalt. Shit, shit shit! As if responding to his agitation, the tentacles draping from his face writhed and wound into anxious curls. He'd forgotten about Yaha for the moment - Sam's priorities had quickly ( ... )

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