Closed/Complete: Things thought to be stories come to life before his eyes.
Who: Calen Shielder/ANYONE! Feel free to join!
When: July 7th, 2010: Mid to Late Evening
Where: He's wandering the streets basically.
Rating: R: For Violence.
Summary: Calen has begun to search for the Twins, despite not scenting them. He just happens to find Zombies instead.
With a heavy heart and a bogged down soul Calen had begun his search for the twins. No trace of their scent, he knew it was hopeless. But while his mind was coherent and in the right place he had to continue. He couldn't give in, besides if he tried to sleep he would only see the horrible images implanted in his mind. The smell of the human blood would begin to consume him, maybe faster than it already would. He had to fight it, so looking for those he loved as all Calen could do. There was a stench to the air, he wiped at his nose several times. Despite being new here some instinct told the boy this scent was unfamiliar to this place. It was, rotting flesh and congealed blood. He knew that and he also with a start realized it was coming closer, getting stronger. What was going on? His normally dark eyes flickered and flashed into a glowing yellow. He used his night vision to scan the area. Head canted as he sniffed the air repeatedly, the tip of his tongue passed along his lip as he caught the scent that way as well. It was stomach churning if he was honest.
Then the sound came from the bushes and that scent clogged his nose. Calen's muscles rippled like an animal beneath his skin. The boy dropped low into a crouch, claws extended from his fingers. The beginnings of a low rumble purred from his throat, without seeing the culprit he knew it was an enemy he faced in those bushes. Although, what lurched forth and lunged for the young man was the last thing he expected, seriously A FUCKING ZOMBIE?!?!?! Time to think was not an option, he may not want to use his powers but he had to survive. He just hoped that this did not push his descent into madness into over-drive, he needed those seven days.
By the time these thoughts passed his through his mind the Zombie has pounced. Calen moves gracefully, the clear bunching and rippling of his muscles visible. A hand raised, jagged claws tore into the decaying flesh of the monster. A low growl emitted as he stepped back, trying to circle the creature. In that moment, he looked very much like a mixture of animal and human even if the shell one saw was merely a human with claws and glowing eyes. The monster came again and this time Calen lunged, jaws snapped apart only to clamp closed over the creatures neck. One savage growl later and Calen has ripped the Zombie's head clean off.
But, rest is fleeting for as he spit the vile piece from his maw another one lunged for him from behind. He noticed it a moment too late as both Calen and the Zombie tumbled on the ground in a grappling match.
When: July 7th, 2010: Mid to Late Evening
Where: He's wandering the streets basically.
Rating: R: For Violence.
Summary: Calen has begun to search for the Twins, despite not scenting them. He just happens to find Zombies instead.
With a heavy heart and a bogged down soul Calen had begun his search for the twins. No trace of their scent, he knew it was hopeless. But while his mind was coherent and in the right place he had to continue. He couldn't give in, besides if he tried to sleep he would only see the horrible images implanted in his mind. The smell of the human blood would begin to consume him, maybe faster than it already would. He had to fight it, so looking for those he loved as all Calen could do. There was a stench to the air, he wiped at his nose several times. Despite being new here some instinct told the boy this scent was unfamiliar to this place. It was, rotting flesh and congealed blood. He knew that and he also with a start realized it was coming closer, getting stronger. What was going on? His normally dark eyes flickered and flashed into a glowing yellow. He used his night vision to scan the area. Head canted as he sniffed the air repeatedly, the tip of his tongue passed along his lip as he caught the scent that way as well. It was stomach churning if he was honest.
Then the sound came from the bushes and that scent clogged his nose. Calen's muscles rippled like an animal beneath his skin. The boy dropped low into a crouch, claws extended from his fingers. The beginnings of a low rumble purred from his throat, without seeing the culprit he knew it was an enemy he faced in those bushes. Although, what lurched forth and lunged for the young man was the last thing he expected, seriously A FUCKING ZOMBIE?!?!?! Time to think was not an option, he may not want to use his powers but he had to survive. He just hoped that this did not push his descent into madness into over-drive, he needed those seven days.
By the time these thoughts passed his through his mind the Zombie has pounced. Calen moves gracefully, the clear bunching and rippling of his muscles visible. A hand raised, jagged claws tore into the decaying flesh of the monster. A low growl emitted as he stepped back, trying to circle the creature. In that moment, he looked very much like a mixture of animal and human even if the shell one saw was merely a human with claws and glowing eyes. The monster came again and this time Calen lunged, jaws snapped apart only to clamp closed over the creatures neck. One savage growl later and Calen has ripped the Zombie's head clean off.
But, rest is fleeting for as he spit the vile piece from his maw another one lunged for him from behind. He noticed it a moment too late as both Calen and the Zombie tumbled on the ground in a grappling match.