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Post by Sem on Jan 28, 2013 1:44:40 GMT -6
Tired...So very tired..Even after Iluq had taken that long, needed rest. He wasn't even sure how long he'd been asleep, but when he'd woken again he...Well, he didn't feel the same, needless to say. He felt...Considerably weaker...and that was about it. And it was faint; he felt nothing else, however. Not sickness, nor chill from the ground he was laying on.
Nothing, just an overwhelming feeling of sleep - sleep he would not get.
He woke, feeling lethargic, as if he'd just woken from a sleep that lasted him years. But it'd only been a little while, in reality. What, a day, two days? He wasn't sure. But he woke, now, and glanced about; he didn't know of the film that had formed over his eyes - his pupils a milky white, and lifeless. Dead. There were even a few flies buzzing about, around him - to which he would weakly swat at, before forcing himself to get up.
A difficult task, at first, but the bull would not let it hinder him any; after a few tries, he was up on his cloven hoofs, and standing. A little wobbly, but standing. Something just..didn't feel right. And there was this horrible stench in the air, of decay. Rotting flesh. Little did he know, that it was his own.
Shaking the irritating flies away, Iluq missed the glob of blood that spilled from his lips as he went to take a deep breath. It startled him, and for a moment the male thought his heart had stopped...Only to sooner notice that it had indeed stopped. And it didn't intend on starting back up again, either, anytime soon.
But how? Such things were impossible! He would have been dead! ...Dead...Dead? The reindeer let out a loud cry, more blood flowing up his throat and spilling from his maw, before he broke out into a sprint - as if running would get him away from himself. And as he ran, he did not feel fatigued from the energy used to keep his fast pace. Nor did he feel his heart rattling away in his chest, or his lungs taking in air.
He should have fallen over, dead, suffocated, had a heart attack...but, no. He continued on, and on, without hesitation or the need to stop - or even breathe, for that matter. Something was wrong here, something was very, very wrong.
That potion, it had to be it! Lorrin drank hers, and ate that mushroom, and she changed! And that other stag, he spat fire! And...A-And now he was...he was dying...If not already dead.
Iluq didn't know how far he ran, or where he was going, but by the time the reindeer finally stopped to catch a glimpse of his surroundings, he found himself in a rather lush meadow. Meadow...Perhaps...Could he still eat? He did not feel hunger..He would try it anyways. Quickly, the large creature went to hobble out into the clearing, and his head immediately ducked down to bite at the shoots below him, pulling each leaf and piece of grass into his mouth with his purple tongue, and chewing.
Only to spit it out just a mere few moments later. It...tasted of ash. A thick, bitter ash. Yet these plants were alive, and green, and wet from the morning dew. How could they taste such?
Iluq let out a strained, distressed cry, then; high pitched and filled with confusion. What had happened to him - what was still happening to him? He could hear those flies again, and the male looked about, searching. He'd broken away from Lorrin, so he could not simply look to her for help. She hardly knew of what happened to herself - and she wasn't hacking up blood and tasting ash instead of sweet foliage.
Perhaps, though, there was someone around who did know of his ailment. There had to be! He...He could not be the only one suffering from this...right? Or had any others who had come upon that dark potion been smart enough to back away, or even destroy the bottle of darkness, instead of just drinking it down, as he had?
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Post by Chimera² on Feb 17, 2013 21:07:23 GMT -6
(Kynn) "Don't take life too seriously. You'll never escape it alive anyway."
Kynn was resting in the fresh sun of the day. He felt a bit chilled that morning and so sprawled himself out, back against a warm rock for a nice nap. How he loved sleep. It was quite the energy booster, aside from feeding. He however was not hungry now, for he had eaten a hare towards dawn and it still felt warm in his belly. The wolf let out a heavy, content sigh as he craned his neck back towards his shoulders and stretched out his legs. He felt all kinked up from walking all last night, and if he could stretch forever, he would. He always felt a bit of rejuvenation after each one, it was a pleasurable feeling. The sounds of the forest lulled him into a light sleep. He took the infamous ‘Wolf Nap’. He would doze for, maybe ten minutes, and then simply open his eyes and observe his surroundings before lowering his lids and repeating the process over and over. It was nearing noon when he was startled out of his snooze by a bellowing scream. It alarmed him, since the first thing that came to mind was he was about to be mauled by the hard hooves of the mother of the fawn he had eaten the previous day. But no, hardened feet and blazing eyes did not meet him. Instead, the strange sight of a large Caribou bull coughing and sputtering in the meadow greeted his vision.
At first, the wolf was confused and utterly annoyed. Pipe down, would ya? He thought bitterly as he sat up and yawned loudly. Kynn was about to bark out something that most would consider offensive, when a horrid odor made him gag. What the…? He squinted his eyes and made a disgusted face. He knew Caribou smelled bad, but he didn’t think they ignored their hygiene up to this point. Feeling no desire to pick a fight, Kynn strayed toward the bull in the short grass so that he was seen easily. He made his moves weren’t provocative, since he knew he was well outweighed and outmuscled. This bull could hand him his own rump on a silver platter and he wasn’t about to go sorting his fights out where the odds were against him. “Hey, Pal, you’ve got to tell me what flower you rolled in this morning, your scent is to die for.” He rasped with a chuckle, giving his tail a limp wag to show he was not meant to be seen as a threat. Kynn stopped a meter or two away from the bull and sat down, facing him curiously. There was something odd about him, and not just his vile stench. His appearance was not that of the muscular proud bulls he had seen before. No, this one seemed…weak, vulnerable. And the look in his eye was almost a fearful one. Kynn’s gut dropped and he felt as though he would be ill. His eyes were the filmy color of that of the dead, not the blind.
Fear suddenly seized his heart but he did his best to remain calm. “Hey… are you alright? You don’t look too good there, Stag.” He asked suddenly, offering a sympathetic look. How strange it was, predator asking prey about their wellbeing. Kynn was not of the norm, and he didn’t mind that. He liked being different. It wasn’t often you saw a wolf strolling down the forest path with a young buck at his side chatting away like they were best friends. Yet it has happened before, and Kynn truly likes having companions that are not of his own species. His diet may be hard to get over for some, but if the wolf really liked that animal, he would either alter his intake subtly or eat alone so he wouldn’t disturb them. Kynn quickly snapped back to reality and glanced toward the safety of the forest. Should he just leave and be on his way, abandoning the larger creature? Something tugged at the wolf’s conscious and told him to stay. Seeing something as large and intimidating as a bull Caribou look mortified was something that should spike any and all curiosity within.
word count; 700 tags; Sem & all! notes;Kynn is just making all kinds of friends today =P
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Post by Sem on Feb 17, 2013 21:42:29 GMT -6
Panic, absolute panic was rattling his being. His stomach hurt so very badly, he wasn't breathing, his heart wasn't beating. But where his vitals stopped, his senses remained true. Steps, there was stepping somewhere - pawsteps, not hooves. And a scent most peculiar. Musky, earthy. Blood to it. Predator. Wolf.
His first thought was to flee...But Iluq remained in his place. Why flee? What was the point? To save himself? What the hell was left to save? He was already dead. There was nothing to save - he could feel nothing, physically, and what would fleeing do? Where would he flee to? He didn't even know where the hell he was right now! Running away would only make things worse.
Besides, this...wolf was. Rather strange himself. He did not charge forward, or even try to sneak up on him - he was bold, stood out against the green grass with his strange pelt, and spoke to Iluq in a...what, sarcastic tone. He made a comment about his scent, and large ears pinned back, while his stomach gave a loud gurgle. and not one of hunger.
He said nothing, and merely watched this strange creature - noticing how he, himself, was being examined. This wolf did not look to him with hungry eyes, but one of confusion, curiosity - and then a sudden fear. His dead eyes blinked, and another question rose from that maw of sharpened teeth. Was he alright? Did he look alright? No. Such a question didn't need a verbal answer.
But as the bull was about to open his mouth, and finally speak up, his stomach gurgled loudly again, and then there was a strange...popping sound? Yes..Like..flesh was being pulled apart. Then, it happened; a sudden weight left him, and the caribou looked down at himself to see his gut spilled over the lush green grasses - his entrails deep purples and pinks, and there was so much red, so much blood, and a horrible, retching smell.
The organs looked depleated, rotten, and the flies that were around his head instantly bolted for the internal organs that had splattered all over the ground. To say that there was a sinking feeling in his gut was...well. True. Because there it was, on the ground. And through it all, he did not flinch. He did not yelp or scream or do anything. His dead eyes merely turned back to the wolf a little ways from him, and blinked. It..was to be expected, he supposed. He was...dead, after all.
"...I...I am...dead." He would say slowly, voice raspy and rough; throat dry, and probably never to be moistened again. He took a shaky step forward - his insides dragging on the ground a bit, beneath him. "P-Please...W-Who are you? How...H-How did you get here? Do you....Do you know where we are?"
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Post by Chimera² on Feb 17, 2013 22:21:54 GMT -6
(Kynn) "Don't take life too seriously. You'll never escape it alive anyway."
In all honesty, Kynn was not expecting silence from the bull. He expected a snappy comeback to his slight teasing, but he got none. It made him a bit confused. Was he a mute, one to never utter a word in their lifetime? The thought of having a tongue and not being able to use it gave Kynn an inner chill that he wished to be rid of. He watched carefully and warily when the bull looked at him with a heated gaze and pinned his ears. The base of the wolf’s tail tingled with a sense of urgency, as if his body was ushering him to leave before he was trampled. But no, he remained planted to the ground, shifting his jaw at the loud gurgling in the Caribou’s belly. He furrowed his brown and tilted his head when the sound came yet again. “You know, we’re in a field of grass. If you’re that hungry then just—” Kynn had no time to finish his sentence, for he was suddenly stunned beyond anything he had ever witnessed.
In a matter of seconds, the bull’s belly split and his guts splattered on the ground beneath him, a sickening wet sloshing sound following as his fluids drained from his now literal empty body. Kynn was too shocked to move, speak, or even breathe. His eyelids had never been peeled so far back as he gaped at the Caribou’s intestines, jaw dropped. “What the fuck?!” He suddenly yelped, standing and staggering to the side where he promptly emptied his stomach contents onto the green morning dew slicked grass. Never before had he seen something so revolting, so horrid that it made him vomit. What was this monstrosity that was now walking toward him, dragging his freshly dumped entrails alongside him? Kynn’s instincts screamed at him to run, and he turned sideways as if to flee from the approaching monster. When he stepped forward, Kynn hastily took several steps back. “J—just stay where you are. Don’t move.” He urged carefully. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from the rotted looking guts, and it made him want to vomit again though there was nothing left inside him. Kynn’s conscious told him to reassure the bull, as if words would help. He couldn’t stop the words as they spilled quickly from his mouth as a loud slur of rubbish. “You’ll be alright, I’ll help you fix yourself up. You’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine, aren’t you?”
The bull’s hoarse voice cut through the air and made Kynn’s skin crawl. Involuntarily, his hackles rose as adrenaline surged through his body, his subconscious preparing him for a fight. He tried to calm himself as he shakily responded. “Uhh, my name is Kynn.” He managed to choke out, momentarily pulling his gaze off the guts on the ground. "We’re in the Arkose Meadow, I’ve been here for the past few days. What the hell happened to you? This is impossible!” He gasped, painfully looking at the wounded bull. A beast that was once proud and strong was now withered and rotting. Literally. What was standing in front of the wolf was no longer a being of this earth. It was a monster, a grotesque creature that crawled from hell. What other excuse would it have for walking amongst the living? The bull was right, he was dead. And he shouldn’t be talking.
word count; 568 tags; Sem & all! notes;Poor Kynn, no more food in his tummy!
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Post by Sem on Feb 19, 2013 11:04:28 GMT -6
"N-N-No! P-Please!" The words stumbled out of his mouth rough and dry, and with them came a few globs of thickened blood; dark and sticky. He could not blame this poor man for his reaction towards himself; Iluq was quite positive he would have reacted the same way - sputtering out profanities and, eventually, their lunch.
Though the scent of decay and vomit turned the air absolutely putrid, Iluq was hardly fazed by it; perhps it was because of his lack of need to breathe, or the fact that, even if he did care enough about the scent, the smell couldn't bother him enough to throw up as this wolf had. His guts were already on the ground.
Fear, he could see it written all over this poor lad's face, despite the dead look to his eyes, and the large caribou stopped, heeding his urges. He would not proceed forward; no, rather he too a few steps back, instead. This man had just lost his lunch, and was frightened. Iluq was surprised he hadn't pissed himself, either, but, again, he would not blame him if he had. He wheezed a moment, though why he wasn't sure. His lungs did not need air, and his heart no longer beat.
Help him? No, no, good sir. He could not be helped - nor would he be alright. Ever. His vitals just spilled on the floor - almost all of them. He would not be alright; he was dead. How could one reverse what was bound to come? Granted, it came to him early on, thanks to that blasted potion, but death had come knocking no less, and it seemed to only lightly lick at his being, before leaving him again.
He was dead...and alive.
A name was given to him, and Iluq forced himself to calm down - what little weight he now had was shifted loosely on his legs; a noticable creak of his limbs as he did so. A name, and a location. Akrose meadows...He'd...He'd never heard of this place..Had they all names? Each of these...places, environments. Iluq had only breeched a small portion of this strange land, then.
Asked of what had become of him..well. The reindeer feigned a cough. "I...I..Came across...some strange bottles, a..a while ago..A..A week..two weeks? I don't remember.." He would say slowly. "I..Drank a...a potion most vile..Tainted, thick and gross...To..protect a friend of mine..To make sure that she..she didn't drink it." And now this had happened. He grew weary, collapsed, and woke to find himself stinking, flies swarming his head, and his body cold, and still.
And now his internals were not externals. It could only get worse from there. "This...This forest it...It changes you...Strange plants and..bottles, potions...When you consume them...strange things happen to you...." His great head would shake softly. "I....I-I'm..sorry, for frightening you..I mean no true harm." He would apologize. "My name...It's Iluq.."
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Post by Chimera² on Feb 20, 2013 21:05:34 GMT -6
(Kynn) "Don't take life too seriously. You'll never escape it alive anyway."
Kynn's legs began to tremble. He grimaced at his partially digested breakfast and quickly walked a few yards to the right and sat down. After sharing his name and their location, the Reindeer seemed to calm a bit, which in turn, gave Kynn some reassurance. It didn’t look like the hulking beast was going to attack him anytime soon. What this thing in front of him was, was not normal. It shouldn’t be possible. The wolf was not a believer of magic and witchcraft, dead was dead, alive was alive, he was at the top of the food chain and that’s all that mattered to him. There wasn’t room for anything else, there shouldn’t be room for the dead to defy the natural orders of the earth! It just…wasn’t possible. Yet here they were, staring at each other, life against death. The wolf suppressed a shudder when the Reindeer began to explain his story. He had come across bottles? What were bottles? Reluctantly his hackles prickled again around his shoulders, causing a crest to form down his back. This was strange to him, and he was unsure if these…bottles would come for him now and turn him into a monster such as the one in front of him. Kynn held back any questions or remarks and let the beast continue with his story.
When he thought he was done, the wolf cleared his throat and shakily spoke. “That’s quite the sacrifice. I… I hope she is well— your friend.” What the hell was a potion? Had not it been for the Reindeer’s appearance, Kynn would have thought him crazy and bolted for the woods before the creep had begun to spew more lies. But, considering the circumstances… He suddenly began to speak at the same time, running over the bull’s first staggering sentence.
“Had you know that the—” He caught himself and bit his tongue, allowing the stranger to finish telling his story. The wolf began to shake his head at the bull’s apologies, deeming with his eyes they weren’t necessary, despite the fact it was all he could do not to urinate all over himself. “Don’t apologize to a wolf, Iluq. The next thing you know, I’ll be chewin’ on your hide since you made me lose my meal. And by that point, I won’t be apologetic.” The threat was empty, for he had no intentions of harming the bull, but he had made a good point. Prey should never thank those who hunt them for food. No matter how close they were.
The wolf sat there a moment in silence, composing himself. This bull, Iluq, had drunk a “magic” potion that basically killed him. Well, that’s something you don’t hear every day. A million questions ran through his mind, but he chastised himself for wanting to be so picky and nosy. He settled on asking the question he had begun to ask earlier. “The…potion? The potion you drank, did you know of its affects beforehand?”
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Post by Sem on Feb 21, 2013 8:12:14 GMT -6
Lorrin..She was..alright the last he'd seen her; but what could have become of her now, the undead creature knew not. She could be dead, she could have found some other..'friends' to keep her company, protect her. She didn't seem like one to stray too far from a herd to venture off on her own, anyways - she was bound to have found someone other than himself to tag along with.
But that business was of her own, and the potion she had downed was far safer than the one he had - she was better off, no matter what her own outcome was. The reindeer shook his head at the thought, letting it leave him.
When he was told not to apologize, however, and mention of eating him came up, a dry chuckle roughly forced itself from his lips, and the caribous slowly went to shift. His knees bent with a click and a soft creak, and the bull was slow to lower his rotting bulk to the ground - laying onto his side with a dull thud, besides his rotting organs just on the ground near the opening in his belly. "...Go ahead...If you're really hungry.." He would offer with a simply grunt.
"I cannot feel anything.." And it was the truth. He supposed that was..probably the only benefit of becoming like this. He couldn't feel a thing - no warmth nor cold, nor pain of any kind. His flesh was rotting away anyways - should any predator, wolf or bear, decide he would make an easy snack, then they would be free to gnaw on his rotting hide. He was...unsure of how his flesh would taste, tainted as it was, but it was there for the taking.
Hmph...This lad didn't seem so completely stupid, though. Sarcastic, yes, but not stupid. None would dare come upon his form without running into his putrid scent first - that alone would scare most off, aside from vultures and perhaps the most desperate. Eyes didn't blink as he lay there, either - simply choosing to..watch his new..companion of sorts. Companion..yes. Even if Iluq was in full health, and alive and breathing, he had nothing to fear from this tiny creature. He was far too large for a single one of his kind to take down, and his breed seemed..smaller than the wolves he was use to seeing. A simple stab from his antler and this pup would be running off like a whelp with it's tail between his legs.
Kynn asked of the potion he'd drank, and the caribou slowly went to sit up again - with some effort put forth into the action - before shaking his head. "N-No..I mean...It..It looked pretty nasty...Black liquid, thick as tar...It..had a most disgusting odor to it, as well...Like poison. Green fumes, too." He sighed. He supposed it didn't take much of a genius to guess what such a potion would do to someone, if they drank it...But he supposed he did it for the better good - to make sure his friend was not harmed, and to assure her that these things were safe to drink. Well...Some of these things were safe to drink. Not all.
But he shifted again lightly, large hooves digging into the soft soil a bit. The way this wolf had reacted to his little tale would..suggest that he knew very little of human creations. Bottles, potions...nasty things. Salves and balms were not unknown among his herd, back in his homeland. Chew up a certain plant into a pulp, and smear it over a wound to help it heal, or eat a certain herb to cure upset stomachs and headaches. Perhaps it was different for carnivores...He knew not. But this lad would learn soon enough, he had no doubt. There had to be more of those strange potions around, in certain places. And the strange plants grew just about everywhere.
"...Be wary, should you..come across any of..of these things...Strange things happen.."
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Post by Chimera² on Feb 24, 2013 17:16:37 GMT -6
(Kynn) "Don't take life too seriously. You'll never escape it alive anyway."
Kynn cautiously stood and shuffled back another step when the creaking and groaning of Iluq’s bones stretched out through his thick skin. The bull lay flat on the ground, beckoning the wolf with an invitation to feast upon his rotting carcass. For the purpose of consoling himself, Kynn forced a faint laugh. “I’m not that hungry, my friend. I’d rather chew off my own feet.” While most predators, including himself, would leap at the opportunity at a meal the size of this bull. Any other day, Kynn would have downed as much meat as he could by now, but since Iluq was talking and walking… At this point, Iluq wasn’t on the menu. He was off—way, way, waaay off. The wolf was still on edge and his paws tingled. He noted that the bull wasn’t blinking, and it made him uncomfortable. Gah, can you at least pretend to be alive? He begged mentally, not feeling the need to say it aloud. Obviously the bull was new to…being dead. If Kynn were in his position, he wouldn’t want some stranger mocking him, so he held his tongue.
After asking all of his questions, Iluq began to reply. But first, he heaved himself up from his side onto his belly and Kynn readjusted himself on the ground, ready for the answers he was longing to hear. Black liquid? Green fumes? What the hell was it? What was it made of, who created it? He was itching to question Iluq further, but he wasn’t sure the bull would know. Still, who would make a drink so vile and revolting to the taste and appearance, and have it affects harm one in such a way? What could possess someone to do such a thing, to curse someone like that? The thought of meeting the being capable of such evil made Kynn shiver, and as if he knew what he was thinking about, Iluq warned him against drinking anything like that.
Kynn quickly shook his head and bared his teeth in distaste. The look of disgust was replaced with a sudden expression of amusement as the wolf let a toothy grin cross his face. “Not to insult your wits, Old sport, but I wouldn’t be as stupid to drink something with that beautiful exterior. I mean, come on, Iluq, what did you think it was gonna do? Turn you into one of Santa’s Reindeer?” Kynn let out a laugh to show the bull he was only teasing. “You don’t seem like someone who’d be so stupid. This friend of yours, where is she? You’ve obviously made some great and noble sacrifice. So where is your princess who should be thanking you night and day? Leaving you alone to deal with…this, seems a bit harsh, don’t ya think?”
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Post by Sem on Feb 24, 2013 18:43:39 GMT -6
Iluq didn't much like the sudden...amused look that seemed to overcome this strange wolf, and the bull found himself scowling bitterly in no time - dead, unblinking eyes locked on the other male in a most distasteful manner.
Even with the light jest in his voice, the reindeer still didn't appreciate the fact that his intelligence was being questioned as such. Why, he was the smartest individual in his herd of over two-thousand bodies! And here this puny male was, making fun of him for a simple mistake.
Was it so bad that he had gone forth and drank such a potion? So what if it reeked and looked deadly - not only did he keep Lorrin away from it, but he also learned from his mistake. He gained knowledge from it, knowledge that any other creature in this damned forest may or may not have already known about!
That was all that mattered - not whether or not his decision to drink the potion was stupid or not. A soft grumble rumbled in his throat.
"I didn't think much at all, when I drank it.." He would snarl out bitterly. "I was..curious...this was an unknown object to me, as is this entire fucking forest." He would snap. "Banish me for daring to take a risk to delve myself in unknown knowledge." He shook his great head once more. Question of Lorrin came up, then, and a dry sound left the undead being, and shoulders shrugged.
"...I...I don't know." He would murmur. "She..She did not leave me, however. I..I woke with a fright...Discovering that my heart is no longer beating, that I can no longer feel, breathe, eat...I....I ran." The explanation was short, and simple. He ran, and that was that. And now he was lost, separated from his only friend - lost in this god damned place, without a clue in the world as to where he was going. Or his purpose, even. Perhaps he was to serve as an example of what certain things do to you, in this place. Ears bent backwards.
"It...It doesn't matter, though. She will be..fine, I'm sure...There was another buck we had encountered the same day we had found those potions...She is probably with him." Iluq didn't know, but it didn't matter. He doubted he would be seeing the female again, anytime soon, and such a thought made him a little...Sad...but he would not dwell on the feeling.
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Post by Chimera² on Feb 24, 2013 20:04:38 GMT -6
(Kynn) "Don't take life too seriously. You'll never escape it alive anyway."
The acrimonious look that flashed in Iluq’s eyes seized Kynn’s attention and he titled his head. Had he truly been that offensive to get such a glare? He shrugged inwardly. Who cared if he was getting the cold shoulder? Not him, he couldn’t care less if he made Iluq a friend or an enemy. Life was too short to brood over small things in life like that. Then, Iluq’s harsh tone cut through the tense air, catching the wolf off guard. His ear twitched and his hackles bristled a bit when the bull started to swear. “Easy, easy, Iluq. No need for any hostility. I didn't mean anything by that.” Kynn eased slowly, his tone shifting to a more defensive one. For a moment, he thought he had seriously angered the Reindeer, and his muscles tensed unwillingly, his body preparing him to fight. But then Iluq began to relax and explain more about his companion, which in turn, settled Kynn’s hackles back onto his neck.
The Reindeer then explained in a more sorrowful tone about his friend being with another. Did he sense a bit of jealously, or remorse? It was hard to tell with Iluq’s stiff features, but if he were in his social companion’s position, he would be overcome with jealousy and grief. He would hope that his female friend would not dwell with another male and instead set out to find him. He didn’t know if she was looking for Iluq as they were conversing, but who knows what kind of character she was, if she was the caring sort. Kynn didn’t care to know her, or meet her. If he had a companion so loyal and faithful enough to drink a magic potion that killed him or her in order to protect the wolf, Kynn would stop at nothing to find that friend and stick with him until the end.
The wolf cleared his throat. “Is there no known cure to this…curse? Or does your knowledge not extend as far?” He questioned, rolling his shoulders until they cracked. His joints ached and he had the urge to get up and move around. But Iluq’s story and loneliness compelled him to stay put. He cleared his throat and spoke up again. “You, Iluq, seem like a very lonely lonesome…” He left out the name ‘loser’ not wanting to kick the bull when he was already down. “Guy.” He replaced, giving him a smile. “Perhaps we could… I don’t know, find your friend. Ooh, or better yet, find you some…” Kynn started to chuckle before he could finish the sentence. “Hot, hot sexy Reindeer babe for you to woo. I mean, once you get past your god awful stench and ragged unsettling appearance, you’re not too bad. For a herbivore.” He added with another laugh.
word count; 467 tags; Sem & all! notes;Sexy Reindeer baby. BAHAHA! Kynn, you devil you!
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Post by Sem on Feb 25, 2013 23:29:00 GMT -6
"No...Not that I know of...In fact, I'm lead to believe that..I am the only one who has fallen to the effects of such a potion.." Iluq would answer with a grunt, and yet another shake of his head. "Throughout my time spent here...I've...I've seen many things. Many...strange things....But nothing such as myself...Nothing..Undead. Or..dead, for that matter.." Eyes would narrow slightly at that thought, before he would gaze over at Kynn, forcing his eyes to blink.
"You are the first wolf I've encountered here, even." He would speak, brows raising a bit. For a while he was almost sure that these lands were barren of anything besides strange coloured animals; small animals like coons, birds, rabbits and rodents. He'd met nothing larger than himself, and all of those whom he'd had encountered were herbivores. He hadn't even encountered a fox.
But the wolf went on, and his use of 'lonely' and 'lonesome' made him scowl, and the rather blunt 'guy' added to the end certainly didn't make him feel any better. Did he seem like such a depressed downer? Could one blame him, though? He was undead, he'd lost contact with a friend, and he felt alone. Sure, he was use to straying off from his herd and exploring on his own...But he always had someone, somewhere to return to. Here, he did not.
An almost bewildered look overcame his features, however, when Kynn mentioned finding him a...a what, a reindeer babe? How absurd! "...I..I don't think any female would be...interested in a male who could no...provide, for her." He would speak slowly, a rather uncertain and almost embarrassed tone would lace his voice. Of course it was slightly embarrassing to speak of such things, but...it was the truth, he supposed.
Along with his internal organs, Iluq was pretty sure his reproductive assets had..also fallen to the ground. At least, he wouldn't be surprised if they had, and if they hadn't, well, they held no use to him now. How was a walking corpse suppose to court a female with a limp stick? No. He...He'd pass. While the thought of some woman at his side was pleasing, Iluq wouldn't aim for it.
"Thanks..But no thanks. I'd..much rather take my chances..in perhaps finding another undead being...than trying my hoof at gaining the approval of a woman." A dry chuckle was forced out of his throat with a bit of effort, before the male would slowly attempt to force himself onto his hooves again.
It took a minute and a few grunts - he'd fallen back down a few times, before finally getting it, and standing once more - entrails drooping back down from his insides to the ground where most of the organs lay. "Ah, well..."
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Post by Chimera² on Mar 3, 2013 18:00:04 GMT -6
(Kynn) "Don't take life too seriously. You'll never escape it alive anyway."
Kynn cocked his head a bit to the side and smiled. “First wolf, eh?” That meant, assuming Iluq was as old as he thought he was, that he was the only wolf in the area. No competition for females or hunting space? That was A-Okay for him. He thought about it for a moment. It had been a while since he’d gotten a break from fighting with others for territory space. Could he even claim the meadow? How grand! He knew the food was plentiful, the view was lovely, and hey, there were some cool herbivores here. Well…There was one. And he technically wasn’t a herbivore anymore since he couldn’t eat. After suggesting Iluq find himself a girl, a baffled look crossed his face and it was all Kynn could do not to burst out laughing. Oh come on, it was like he didn’t even know there was such thing as a female Reindeer. ‘Hey Kynn, what’s this dangling thing between my legs? It gets hard and keeps poking my tummy!’ Oh God, if he and Iluq ever had that conversation, Kynn would never be able to control his laughter. Iluq began to speak slowly, and nervously. Whoa, was he ashamed? The wolf let out a laugh, “Hey Iluq, who cares if you’re shooting blanks. In my time, I’ve come across quite a few females that don’t mind not having kids. I mean, the time and the effort and the years wasted on them brats? Puh! It’s damn near murder.” He said with a wolfish grin. “You don’t need your package to work in that sense, mate. There’s plenty that wouldn’t care.”
The wolf continued to chuckle to himself when Iluq declined the offer. Eh, he could suit himself then. If Kynn were in his position, he’d go humping practically anything he could find living, just to make sure he still had a pair. The thought of him humping a rabbit for his own pleasure crossed his mind and he had to bite deeply into his tongue to keep from laughing. He hadn’t been paying attention to what the Reindeer was talking about and was startled when he suddenly tried to stand. Feeling suddenly vulnerable, Kynn quickly stood up and took a few steps back, watching carefully as Iluq struggled to find his feet. The wolf cringed and felt his stomach heave again when the Reindeer’s guts started to slosh around again. He had momentarily forgotten them during their conversation, but the sickening sound of the raw organs rubbing together was making him sick. He felt bile rise in his throat, but he painfully swallowed it down. He was about to make a comment about Iluq’s need to clean himself up and try to not smell so dead, but he held it back.
Kynn stared at the guts as he spoke. “You know, I’ve lived around here the majority of my life and you’re the first…undead being I’ve come across. You should get acquainted with the idea that you may be alone, buddy. Of course if you find me one of these tar like potions, well, gee oh my I’ll just cop a squat and down it myself. We’d make a pretty good team. I mean, you’re okay, but I bring the sexiness to the party.” He finished with a laugh. Would he actually drink the potion? Most likely not. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad though. Aside from the nasty smell, Iluq looked like a normal Reindeer. Just a bit thin. Kynn could go about being dead, it didn’t seem like that big a deal.
word count; 591 tags; Sem & all! notes;Oh god. This post puts shame to my name. -cringes-
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