Sylph: Rise
Your eyes snap open, and you suck in a ragged breath, only to cough and spit up a mouthful of jade green. You hurt, you hurt so much and you're starving. Barely able to move, you can smell something delicious nearby. Tantalizing and pink and-
FEED
Gathering what little strength you have, you begin to drag yourself towards the scent, your nose filled with a uniquely heady mix of bubblegum and...something else.
Terezi Finds Her Way About The World Like This
After what feels like hours, you reach your destination, your lips curling back from sharp incisors -BITEBITEBITE- and instinctively, you bite down.
Tyrian Purple Font On The Screen
A Normally Cheerful Expression Turning From Rage To Shock
Flavour fills your mouth, and suddenly your world contracts and all that matters is getting more of this delicious liquid inside of you as you drink your fill.
Eventually you disengage, finding the strength to wobble to your feet, and, holding a hand to your torso as you move, you decide to find more sustenance.
STALKHUNTFEEDFEEDFEED
You're moving slowly through winding tunnels, when suddenly, a figure ahead catches your attention and crouching low, you follow from a distance, keeping well back as you watch your prey use the transporter device that takes her right to your den. You're still bleeding, and it's slowing you down, you need more of the life-giving liquid inside of you to keep going, to keep hunting. For now, you make due, arriving at the device as quick as you dare, and there-
Wide Smile Filled With Sharp Teeth And A Cackling Laugh
There she is, her back facing you as she uses the communication device in front of her. She realizes you're there. She tenses but you're quicker, and you strike her hard enough to knock her out and catch her neatly, fangs finding that sweet spot that delivers teal blood into your mouth without much effort. When you lift your head again, things seem clearer, and you're not in as much pain anymore; the troll you've been drinking from is unconscious in your arms, and you place an adhesive healing strip to the area your fangs entered to stop the bleeding. You don't want her to bleed out, you want her alive so you can feed again. Carefully, you lower her to the ground, and a forgotten pile of cloth catches your eye.
A Haughty Look Shifting To A Snarl As He Raises His Sham Of A Wand
A rage bubbles in you from all sides, and you want nothing more than to leave the stupid cape that that disgusting troll wore but you know it will help staunch the bleeding. Methodically, you wrap the garment around yourself tightly, wincing slightly at the flare of pain as you do so. Crude, but it'll do.
Bleeding dealt with, you're ready to set off again and prowl the halls of your domain for any more intruders.
Your Friends
Are They Okay
As you move quietly through the building, you swiftly come across splashes of colours on the wall, blood used to write cryptic messages. Along with it, is a trail of indigo, and your lips curl; what a waste.
You follow the trail, because there's bound to me more from the source, and possibly others, and the thought makes your mouth water
STILLWEAKSTALKHUNTFEEDBITE
The trail of blood leads you to the roof, and you quickly speed up as you take in the tableu. A troll in white face paint facing one in an orange hood and the MURDERER.
Hurt Him Kill Him
He Killed Our Friends
KILLKILLKILLKILL
They turn to look at you as you sprint towards them, but you keep coming, lips pulled back in a snarl. Gamzee is dealt with by dealing a solid blow to the apex of his legs. The troll gives a strangled HONK, arching high and you watch dispassionately as he disappears over the edge of the rooftop. Turning sharply, you just have enough time to register Vriska's shocked expression before your fist connects and she's dealt with as well, landing in an undignified heap a little ways off.
The murderer is next.
Eridan
He faces you, wand shaking in his hand, and it's pathetically easy to snatch it out of his trembling fingers. Holding it aloft, you snap it with a snarl, revelling in the fearful expression on his face as you toss the two pieces aside. You roar, and so does your chainsaw, and you swing it at him. He gives a sharp cry, but you don't stop your swing, because it is just. So. Fucking. Satisfying. To see and feel the spray of his blood and the resistance of his torso against your chainsaw.
Eridan's two halves fall lifelessly to the ground, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the shades that were previously perched on Gamzee's face- Equius's shades- falling towards the ground. Lazily, you snatch them out of the air, and place them on your own face.
Vriska makes a noise from where you left her, and you raise your chainsaw and-
No.
Forcing a steady hand, you raise your lipstick, applying it with deliberate calmness. Eridan's blood, smears with it, and your stomach clenches and rolls as your tongue darts out instinctively to clean it off your lips.
Fuck. Fuck.
MOREMOREATYOURFEETJUSTLEANDOWNANDLAPITALLUP
Your hands shake, and you force them into fists and hold them at your sides. In an attempt to calm yourself, you bring up Trollian, and as you bring up Rose's view-port, you're just in time to see it fade away to black. Shit. That insufferable girl. Why didn't she just Listen?
WHITEBLONDEHAIRANDPALESKININYOURARMSJUSTLEANDOWNANDBITETHATPRETTYNECKFEEDDRINK
Again, your stomach rolls, and you can't stand it up here. Not with Eridan's blood tantalizingly close and Vriska staring at you with hearts in her eyes. You flee, and you're only faintly aware of Vriska calling out to you, but you don't listen.
Oh gog. What have you done? You just. You just killed Eridan, and possibly Gamzee, and you were about to do the same to Vriska. Did...did you even check if Terezi was still alive when you just slapped a band-aid on her and left her there? You stagger to a stop, supporting yourself against a wall as your stomach heaves and rolls again, and this time you vomit.
WASTEFULLGOBACKGOBACKANDDRINKSOMEMOREKILLHER
It's so. So fucking tempting to do just that, but you can't. You won't.
You start off once again, staggering drunkenly through the halls. Your shoulder catches a doorway, and you end up stumbling through into bright lights and wood and Milliways.
FEED
Gathering what little strength you have, you begin to drag yourself towards the scent, your nose filled with a uniquely heady mix of bubblegum and...something else.
Terezi Finds Her Way About The World Like This
After what feels like hours, you reach your destination, your lips curling back from sharp incisors -BITEBITEBITE- and instinctively, you bite down.
Tyrian Purple Font On The Screen
A Normally Cheerful Expression Turning From Rage To Shock
Flavour fills your mouth, and suddenly your world contracts and all that matters is getting more of this delicious liquid inside of you as you drink your fill.
Eventually you disengage, finding the strength to wobble to your feet, and, holding a hand to your torso as you move, you decide to find more sustenance.
STALKHUNTFEEDFEEDFEED
You're moving slowly through winding tunnels, when suddenly, a figure ahead catches your attention and crouching low, you follow from a distance, keeping well back as you watch your prey use the transporter device that takes her right to your den. You're still bleeding, and it's slowing you down, you need more of the life-giving liquid inside of you to keep going, to keep hunting. For now, you make due, arriving at the device as quick as you dare, and there-
Wide Smile Filled With Sharp Teeth And A Cackling Laugh
There she is, her back facing you as she uses the communication device in front of her. She realizes you're there. She tenses but you're quicker, and you strike her hard enough to knock her out and catch her neatly, fangs finding that sweet spot that delivers teal blood into your mouth without much effort. When you lift your head again, things seem clearer, and you're not in as much pain anymore; the troll you've been drinking from is unconscious in your arms, and you place an adhesive healing strip to the area your fangs entered to stop the bleeding. You don't want her to bleed out, you want her alive so you can feed again. Carefully, you lower her to the ground, and a forgotten pile of cloth catches your eye.
A Haughty Look Shifting To A Snarl As He Raises His Sham Of A Wand
A rage bubbles in you from all sides, and you want nothing more than to leave the stupid cape that that disgusting troll wore but you know it will help staunch the bleeding. Methodically, you wrap the garment around yourself tightly, wincing slightly at the flare of pain as you do so. Crude, but it'll do.
Bleeding dealt with, you're ready to set off again and prowl the halls of your domain for any more intruders.
Your Friends
Are They Okay
As you move quietly through the building, you swiftly come across splashes of colours on the wall, blood used to write cryptic messages. Along with it, is a trail of indigo, and your lips curl; what a waste.
You follow the trail, because there's bound to me more from the source, and possibly others, and the thought makes your mouth water
STILLWEAKSTALKHUNTFEEDBITE
The trail of blood leads you to the roof, and you quickly speed up as you take in the tableu. A troll in white face paint facing one in an orange hood and the MURDERER.
Hurt Him Kill Him
He Killed Our Friends
KILLKILLKILLKILL
They turn to look at you as you sprint towards them, but you keep coming, lips pulled back in a snarl. Gamzee is dealt with by dealing a solid blow to the apex of his legs. The troll gives a strangled HONK, arching high and you watch dispassionately as he disappears over the edge of the rooftop. Turning sharply, you just have enough time to register Vriska's shocked expression before your fist connects and she's dealt with as well, landing in an undignified heap a little ways off.
The murderer is next.
Eridan
He faces you, wand shaking in his hand, and it's pathetically easy to snatch it out of his trembling fingers. Holding it aloft, you snap it with a snarl, revelling in the fearful expression on his face as you toss the two pieces aside. You roar, and so does your chainsaw, and you swing it at him. He gives a sharp cry, but you don't stop your swing, because it is just. So. Fucking. Satisfying. To see and feel the spray of his blood and the resistance of his torso against your chainsaw.
Eridan's two halves fall lifelessly to the ground, and out of the corner of your eye, you catch sight of the shades that were previously perched on Gamzee's face- Equius's shades- falling towards the ground. Lazily, you snatch them out of the air, and place them on your own face.
Vriska makes a noise from where you left her, and you raise your chainsaw and-
No.
Forcing a steady hand, you raise your lipstick, applying it with deliberate calmness. Eridan's blood, smears with it, and your stomach clenches and rolls as your tongue darts out instinctively to clean it off your lips.
Fuck. Fuck.
MOREMOREATYOURFEETJUSTLEANDOWNANDLAPITALLUP
Your hands shake, and you force them into fists and hold them at your sides. In an attempt to calm yourself, you bring up Trollian, and as you bring up Rose's view-port, you're just in time to see it fade away to black. Shit. That insufferable girl. Why didn't she just Listen?
WHITEBLONDEHAIRANDPALESKININYOURARMSJUSTLEANDOWNANDBITETHATPRETTYNECKFEEDDRINK
Again, your stomach rolls, and you can't stand it up here. Not with Eridan's blood tantalizingly close and Vriska staring at you with hearts in her eyes. You flee, and you're only faintly aware of Vriska calling out to you, but you don't listen.
Oh gog. What have you done? You just. You just killed Eridan, and possibly Gamzee, and you were about to do the same to Vriska. Did...did you even check if Terezi was still alive when you just slapped a band-aid on her and left her there? You stagger to a stop, supporting yourself against a wall as your stomach heaves and rolls again, and this time you vomit.
WASTEFULLGOBACKGOBACKANDDRINKSOMEMOREKILLHER
It's so. So fucking tempting to do just that, but you can't. You won't.
You start off once again, staggering drunkenly through the halls. Your shoulder catches a doorway, and you end up stumbling through into bright lights and wood and Milliways.