A half-crazy dream about a Long held in character, and the story I dirived from the images.
To be perfectly frank... I miss my Salubri. A LOT. his name, is... distant now. I can't remember his name... but I remember him.
The anger. The brutality. The sheer visceral thrill of carnage, wrath, vengeance and zealotry.
Not thinking about what I needed to do. Just the duty to it.
I'm partial to reinventing him... for a video game character. If Cole doesn't mind, but I had a dream reliving him this evening. IT woke me up, in a cold sweat. I will share what I remember, the vivid parts. Filling in the rest with something entertaining, connecting the images and actions in my head, the scenes and emotions, for you.
Inside a super-market... I was looking left to right. I was gaunt... almost inhumanly skinny.My fingers were long, jagged, gnarled twisted. My flesh was tight, knotted, riddled with scars. I was... mentally, what I always thought I was. I felt, filled with power and motivation. A deep hidden drive and desire. My chest was bear and a sickening green-pale fleshy color, my legs and arms covered with tendrils of torn remnants of a more civilized person. My brow was shrouded with a blood stained cloth, the eye sockets visibly empty, across the neck... a small leather strip. My breathing was rhythmic and heavy with anticipation.
The aisles of the super market were wide, very wide. The Aisles were also at least twelve feet tall. The lights above flickered, cracked and sparked with my presence. It was perfect lighting for a good hunt. I snarled a grin. I crouched, scratching the floor with a finger anxiously. I looked to my left and right. I saw a wreathed shadow, pulsing and whirling to my left. To my right a large man. Hairy, and broad, as if it where a bus with legs. They looked at me, and said,
"Kill only if you have to. Don't get carried away. the goal is to terrify them."
The voice was calm, collected and calculating but directed, mostly at me from behind.
I tilted my head and turn slightly to view a man, smaller and frailer then the human-traffic jam to my right. His skin was wrapped tightly, stitched oddly, bones joined him at odd angles, and several eyes and talons were shrouded by cloth, but peered outside of them as if to hide in plain sight. His voice echoed again, but without the mouth moving, just the throat, "yes, specifically you."
I grin, my voice, rasped from guttural noises, my stomach almost lurches through my voice.
"The fear, the fun. The kill, reward." The voice was nasally, guttural, visceral. I FEEL the voice permeate my body, my psyche. I felt like this WAS my real voice.
A finger snap I hear, crisp clear. A sensual, soft, alluring voice gently pierces the air. It's presence like a forest fragrance amongst garbage, entirely out of place, but pleasing to the senses. "Now, now. We know your tendencies, Eye-blind. Scaring is the only thing we are doing tonight, we don't need to start a war on our turf." Almost eagerly, my body crawled along the ground to the voice... each arm and leg stepping past each other. A figure stood there, glinting as if a thousand mirrors made up her flesh, her radiance only matched by the dark horrors around her, reflecting the purity they seemed to lack.
My throat croaked and hacked the next few words; "m'lady, scare, fear... will."
I turned... My muscles twitching and my neck craning. I claw at my neck.
"knife?" I cough out, rasping.
The shimmering lady, walked forward, and with a gentle caress of the side of my head, her visage grew gloom and imposing, instilling a sense of fear. The reflective almost radiant skin turned pale, as ash and almost looked as if thorny against my vision.
"Fear, ONLY." I nod, cowed by the lady.
She reaches down, I feel the collar come undone. "seek them out," she speaks, this time forcefully. "Send the fear into the very soul the cling to."
Without thinking I scamper off, and jump onto the top of a near-by aisle. Hand and foot, hand and foot, I slam my arms and legs against the aisle, knocking off slight merchandise excitedly hunting free from chain and bound. My nose goes crazy, smelling and sniffing for that familiar aroma. The sweet scent I yearn for. I leap to a nearby aisle following my nose, my urges, every sensation leading to the next step, the next unconscious pace. I hear something. People, talking. I bark almost excitedly,
"Salute. Rage. Bless?"
I crawl forward slowly, almost hugging the aisle, I step down, reaching to the floor with my hands, bringing my legs down slowly. I crawl to the end, and look around. Two people. Standing next to each other, and a dune buggy. They have plastic bright colors on there jackets, and what looks to be sweat pants of the same material. My head jerks and shakes in excitement... I let out an excited hiss. I drool a black-red mucous from my mouth. I claw and scrape my face slightly, muttering to myself,
"found two, found to. Fear, and found two." my long bedraggled hair gets my fingers clawing and pulling at it in anticipation. They look in my direction... I pull behind the aisle slowly.
"hello?" One calls out, confused more then anything. There is no smell of sweat, to smell of fear. I reach to the shelf next to me, and grab a small can. I scratch into it letters, insensible to me, but letters, and I roll, out into view of them. I crawl back a few steps, and lay wait. My muscles twitched in excitement with every step I hear. I see a man walk into view.
My legs kick forward hard, propelling me forward, my arms grip the ground trying to control the leap, but fail. My body leaps forwards, out of control, scrambling at the ground. I collide with the person, and scramble away. I smell that aroma I desire. I see a crimson hew on the floor. It reflects the lights of the Dune buggy. as I crawl away out of view, I see the second man run to the aide of the first. He crys, "my god what was that!?"
"I don't know, I think my arm's broken!" The first one says, rolling on the ground moaning in pain.
I feel as if I'm going to pay for this injury, but I don't care. I see what I want now. It's on the floor next to the man with the "Arms broken". I squeal, I growl, I croak. Excitement, energy, shivering and quaking through my body. I try to contain myself. Its almost too much, I claw at myself, I rip a fingernail out of one hand, I almost bite my pinky off the other. I hear a faint,
"calm yourself..." From behind me. It's the calculated monster. The one with bladed skin. I snarl slightly running my bloodied hands through my hair and look at him and the pool on the floor.
"Mine? yours? on the floor?" I say, almost panicky. A soft nod from the creature with eyes.
I claw at my eye sockets... I feel them warm. I can't contain it, I rush forwards and begin to lick the floor frantically. I hear a voice... disgusted,
"Dear god, what is that?"
I don't stop licking the floor. I grip and grab at the floor, clawing at it. Covering myself in the crimson salted fluid.
"Body, water, juice." I croak, and hack out of my throat as I lick frantically at my blood stained arms and hands. Crawling on the floor, shoving my face in it.
"get in the buggy... I don't think we want to be near this thing." I heard the other man say.
"Run. No. Stay. Please?" I crank my head into there direction. I wrap my arms around my head, my legs crawl towards them in a very Voldo way.
They mount the Dune-buggy, and speed off down an aisle. I snarl. "leave, Blind-eye?" My lungs breathing gets Erratically. I HOWL loudly, and cackle as I jump onto the top of an aisle and rush forward.
That's where the dream stops making sense. and pure emotion and a sense of feral anger kicks in.
I miss my Salubri so much.
The anger. The brutality. The sheer visceral thrill of carnage, wrath, vengeance and zealotry.
Not thinking about what I needed to do. Just the duty to it.
I'm partial to reinventing him... for a video game character. If Cole doesn't mind, but I had a dream reliving him this evening. IT woke me up, in a cold sweat. I will share what I remember, the vivid parts. Filling in the rest with something entertaining, connecting the images and actions in my head, the scenes and emotions, for you.
Inside a super-market... I was looking left to right. I was gaunt... almost inhumanly skinny.My fingers were long, jagged, gnarled twisted. My flesh was tight, knotted, riddled with scars. I was... mentally, what I always thought I was. I felt, filled with power and motivation. A deep hidden drive and desire. My chest was bear and a sickening green-pale fleshy color, my legs and arms covered with tendrils of torn remnants of a more civilized person. My brow was shrouded with a blood stained cloth, the eye sockets visibly empty, across the neck... a small leather strip. My breathing was rhythmic and heavy with anticipation.
The aisles of the super market were wide, very wide. The Aisles were also at least twelve feet tall. The lights above flickered, cracked and sparked with my presence. It was perfect lighting for a good hunt. I snarled a grin. I crouched, scratching the floor with a finger anxiously. I looked to my left and right. I saw a wreathed shadow, pulsing and whirling to my left. To my right a large man. Hairy, and broad, as if it where a bus with legs. They looked at me, and said,
"Kill only if you have to. Don't get carried away. the goal is to terrify them."
The voice was calm, collected and calculating but directed, mostly at me from behind.
I tilted my head and turn slightly to view a man, smaller and frailer then the human-traffic jam to my right. His skin was wrapped tightly, stitched oddly, bones joined him at odd angles, and several eyes and talons were shrouded by cloth, but peered outside of them as if to hide in plain sight. His voice echoed again, but without the mouth moving, just the throat, "yes, specifically you."
I grin, my voice, rasped from guttural noises, my stomach almost lurches through my voice.
"The fear, the fun. The kill, reward." The voice was nasally, guttural, visceral. I FEEL the voice permeate my body, my psyche. I felt like this WAS my real voice.
A finger snap I hear, crisp clear. A sensual, soft, alluring voice gently pierces the air. It's presence like a forest fragrance amongst garbage, entirely out of place, but pleasing to the senses. "Now, now. We know your tendencies, Eye-blind. Scaring is the only thing we are doing tonight, we don't need to start a war on our turf." Almost eagerly, my body crawled along the ground to the voice... each arm and leg stepping past each other. A figure stood there, glinting as if a thousand mirrors made up her flesh, her radiance only matched by the dark horrors around her, reflecting the purity they seemed to lack.
My throat croaked and hacked the next few words; "m'lady, scare, fear... will."
I turned... My muscles twitching and my neck craning. I claw at my neck.
"knife?" I cough out, rasping.
The shimmering lady, walked forward, and with a gentle caress of the side of my head, her visage grew gloom and imposing, instilling a sense of fear. The reflective almost radiant skin turned pale, as ash and almost looked as if thorny against my vision.
"Fear, ONLY." I nod, cowed by the lady.
She reaches down, I feel the collar come undone. "seek them out," she speaks, this time forcefully. "Send the fear into the very soul the cling to."
Without thinking I scamper off, and jump onto the top of a near-by aisle. Hand and foot, hand and foot, I slam my arms and legs against the aisle, knocking off slight merchandise excitedly hunting free from chain and bound. My nose goes crazy, smelling and sniffing for that familiar aroma. The sweet scent I yearn for. I leap to a nearby aisle following my nose, my urges, every sensation leading to the next step, the next unconscious pace. I hear something. People, talking. I bark almost excitedly,
"Salute. Rage. Bless?"
I crawl forward slowly, almost hugging the aisle, I step down, reaching to the floor with my hands, bringing my legs down slowly. I crawl to the end, and look around. Two people. Standing next to each other, and a dune buggy. They have plastic bright colors on there jackets, and what looks to be sweat pants of the same material. My head jerks and shakes in excitement... I let out an excited hiss. I drool a black-red mucous from my mouth. I claw and scrape my face slightly, muttering to myself,
"found two, found to. Fear, and found two." my long bedraggled hair gets my fingers clawing and pulling at it in anticipation. They look in my direction... I pull behind the aisle slowly.
"hello?" One calls out, confused more then anything. There is no smell of sweat, to smell of fear. I reach to the shelf next to me, and grab a small can. I scratch into it letters, insensible to me, but letters, and I roll, out into view of them. I crawl back a few steps, and lay wait. My muscles twitched in excitement with every step I hear. I see a man walk into view.
My legs kick forward hard, propelling me forward, my arms grip the ground trying to control the leap, but fail. My body leaps forwards, out of control, scrambling at the ground. I collide with the person, and scramble away. I smell that aroma I desire. I see a crimson hew on the floor. It reflects the lights of the Dune buggy. as I crawl away out of view, I see the second man run to the aide of the first. He crys, "my god what was that!?"
"I don't know, I think my arm's broken!" The first one says, rolling on the ground moaning in pain.
I feel as if I'm going to pay for this injury, but I don't care. I see what I want now. It's on the floor next to the man with the "Arms broken". I squeal, I growl, I croak. Excitement, energy, shivering and quaking through my body. I try to contain myself. Its almost too much, I claw at myself, I rip a fingernail out of one hand, I almost bite my pinky off the other. I hear a faint,
"calm yourself..." From behind me. It's the calculated monster. The one with bladed skin. I snarl slightly running my bloodied hands through my hair and look at him and the pool on the floor.
"Mine? yours? on the floor?" I say, almost panicky. A soft nod from the creature with eyes.
I claw at my eye sockets... I feel them warm. I can't contain it, I rush forwards and begin to lick the floor frantically. I hear a voice... disgusted,
"Dear god, what is that?"
I don't stop licking the floor. I grip and grab at the floor, clawing at it. Covering myself in the crimson salted fluid.
"Body, water, juice." I croak, and hack out of my throat as I lick frantically at my blood stained arms and hands. Crawling on the floor, shoving my face in it.
"get in the buggy... I don't think we want to be near this thing." I heard the other man say.
"Run. No. Stay. Please?" I crank my head into there direction. I wrap my arms around my head, my legs crawl towards them in a very Voldo way.
They mount the Dune-buggy, and speed off down an aisle. I snarl. "leave, Blind-eye?" My lungs breathing gets Erratically. I HOWL loudly, and cackle as I jump onto the top of an aisle and rush forward.
That's where the dream stops making sense. and pure emotion and a sense of feral anger kicks in.
I miss my Salubri so much.