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Post by Turkey on Apr 4, 2013 16:37:53 GMT -6
Sadiq was tired. He didn’t know how long he had been in America overall and he didn’t know how long he had been stuck in this Manor in the deep south of the States. Since this whole thing began he had barely been sleeping, only the lightest of dozes, is he allowed himself to doze off at all, and if he did, it was never for more than five minutes at a time. Walking down the hallway of the place, he dragged his feet, not willing to give up the extra energy that could be used to defend himself against a monster attack.
Blinking his eyes, he yawned and then sighed. He needed to find somewhere he would be able to rest for a few minutes, and it was apparent that out in the hallway wasn’t a good place. His eyes were currently staring at claw marks on the walls. The marks looked like creatures had taken offense to the wall coverings and had decided to do something about it. Reaching out with a hand, he took off one of his gloves and ran his fingertips over the ridges carved in the wood. They were still rough, only recently gouged into the wood. There were many marks on the carpets too; he knew he had to get into a room soon to avoid whatever caused this damage. Pulling his hand away, he put his glove back on and entered a room at random, closing a door behind him.
Looking around, he realized he was in a bedroom and a fleeting grin overcame his face. He was tired, perhaps he should just lady down and rest. He did need rest to function at full capacity, and he had been running on almost no rest and he knew his mental functions and reaction times were impaired. Sitting down on the bed, Sadiq took an internal self-assessment and sighed. As he was now, he wouldn’t be up to facing a monster, or anything that was out to kill him. Finally making a decision, he took off his shirt and got under the covers and settled down under the warm comforters and the soft pillows beneath his head. The manor might be trying to kill them, but at least whoever its master was knew how to provide comfort able bedding and stylish clothes. With a tired sigh, he reached up and took off his mask, putting it by his head so he could put it back on at a moment’s notice. With a yawn and a few eye blinks, his eyelids closed and his breathing evened out into that of a deep sleep. His last thought before succumbing was if he should die this night due to a monster, at least he’d go peacefully.
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Post by Mexico on Apr 6, 2013 15:28:46 GMT -6
There was a feeling that troubled the girl. A feeling perhaps more powerful than just mere fright. It was a feeling that made Ana María look over her shoulders every time she heard a noise. She didn't mind ghosts. Spectrums from the underworld and all that didn't really scare her. Her home was filled with ghost stories and legends about spirits that kidnaped little kids and haunted islands filled with creepy dolls. It didn't bother her. Most of those stories were object of a night of too much imagination and tequila, designed to bring more daring tourists to visit the less comfortable parts of her country. As to which stories were true and which were pure fiction remained unknown to the stranger mind, for it up to their own imagination and conscience to believe them or not.
But this feeling of paranoia felt like a creeping hand resting on her shoulder, waiting for the moment when she would not turn to attack. What scared Ana María the most wasn't the ghosts or the monsters, though the later played a part, but rather not knowing what to expect. It all remained a mystery to the girl and not knowing brought all sorts of images into her head that never ended in something pleasant. It was a constant lookout. Look over her shoulder, look where she was going, look around for something to be watching. Look, look, look. She had to be present and attentive at all times, not only for fear of a potential threat but rather for overlooking something that might guarantee her one way ticket out of there.
Ana María sighed as she took a moment to rest against the cold wall. It had been a delicate moment of tranquility, taking it all in that she was feeling more homesick than ever, before she realized she was resting over marks of blood that had long dried. When Ana María stood up to turn to see what she had just pressed her body against, she could feel the sickness building up inside her throat and she had to take more than a few breaths to steady her stomach. She hadn't really eaten much and it seemed like her body was adapting to the lack of food intake, only occasionally giving her the hunger pains, but she feared that being sick on an empty stomach could bring far more severe consequences.
She was not a doctor to fully understand the psychological and physical changes that her body was going through and that it needed to undergo to survive, but she knew that she had to be noble with it. It was delicate and it was hurt and it was the only thing she could count on to keep her going. The body was really the greatest instrument anyone could own. It could be used in many ways and for endless things. If she lost it that meant she was no longer part of the physical world, part of the living world and that would not bring anyone any good. So she swallowed the need to vomit and kept going. It was alarming to her how the mere contact with blood could set her up in that way when it was a well-known fact that she could stand all this "gross" stuff.
With every new step she took it seemed that the memories of the fights she had to undertake were slowly vanishing away. That was something she was looking forward too. All those feelings could then be tossed away to the back of her mind and not be tampered with any time soon. She could clear her head and think straight from now on. She then heard something that made her nerve cells fire up like small electric alarms. So she hurried to the hallway, trying to get inside any room that was open. Most of them were locked and Ana María had no time to force it open so she kept looking until she found one that budged. She grabbed the doorknob and got inside as quickly and quietly as she could.
She stood on the other side of the door relieved before turning around to see what luck would bring her in the room that she had wondered upon. Oh, they were beds. A bedroom, beautifully decorated like all the rooms in this house but with the same aura of doom that the rest of the manor contained. Ana María sighed as she looked around. She figured it was face to stay here for a while until she could go back outside and look for someone else. That was the plan, until she spotted something using one of the beds. Her heart didn't race as she would have assumed it would under such circumstances. The girl walked slowly towards it and that's when she saw it and a whole coat of warm feelings flashed through her skin.
"Turquía."[/color] She said softly as she watched the man before her heavy in sleep. She smiled to herself as she looked at how peaceful he seemed and wondered what he was dreaming of. Carefully she crawled into the side of the bed that was not occupied and she laid silently next to him. Ana María watched the other nation with intrigued. She didn't have her makeup on anymore. Her own "mask" was off, she wanted to see him without it. Not closing his eyes, that didn't really count, she wanted to see what it looked like the moment he woke up, his eyes opened and staring at her with nothing on but his face. At last. "Hey, I am glad you are okay."[/color] She whispered as low as she could, barely muttering the words. "I have so many things I wish to tell you but I do not have the heart to wake you up. But do not worry, I will be on the look out and nothing can hurt you while you are asleep."[/color] She said as she rested her head on her arm and waited.
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Post by Turkey on Apr 13, 2013 22:31:14 GMT -6
While Sadiq’s body slept, his mind was active and dreaming. Most of the time he didn’t remember his dreams, and when he did, they were good. He did have his fair share of nightmares, memories from the past that he could never forget, that would haunt him forever. And it seemed this sleep would provide exactly that.
It was twilight where he was, and the shadows we gathering, darkening the tiles he was kneeling on. Why was he kneeling? Picking up a hand he noticed something was off about it. His glove was on like usual, but it seemed a duller black than usual. Blood, it was blood on his gloves. Droping it and his gaze, he looked around for the cause. Why was there blood on his gloves…and blood on the tiles. Following the blood trail, his heart stopped in mid beat Shaking his head in denial, he didn’t want to believe it, but it was. He had done it. Taking a few shakey steps forward, he fell to his knees beside the body of one woman he had admired. He had looked up to her for what a strong woman she was, and he respected everything about her.
Reaching down, he slid his hands under her body and picked it up. The way it hung limp told him he was right, she was dead. Sadiq held her close, burying his face in her hair. He had no choice in the long run, and he knew it. From how it was in his mind, he chose the lesser of two evils. Taking a deep breath in, he could smell the blood that covered the ground and now his robes. Letting her down, he knew what he had to do next. Slowly he stood up and walked off, he would be back to bury her, but for now, he had something else he had to deal with. Blinking his eyes, Sadik, reached up to wipe some dust that had gotten in them that was making his eyes burn. They were wet, he was crying. He was crying for his deeds and for the loss of someone that was very special to him.
There was movement, movement that he wasn’t expecting. Some part of him knew that he wasn’t alone anymore and that someone was talking to him, but the words were lost. The tone was soft and wanted to keep him asleep, and it was tempting, so tempting to just give into to what the voice wanted. But it wasn’t to be. His fighting instincts were still active, if not a little behind thanks to the deep sleep, but they were still there. A slight movement of his body with the bed shifting sent alarm bells ringing in his head. He needed to wake up.
Slowly, much more slowly than he could have wanted, he clawed his way out of his sleep, , the stickiness on his face telling him that he had not just been crying in dream like he though, but in reality also. Hopefully whoever it was that was on the bed with him, looking at him, wouldn’t be able to tell he had been crying in his sleep. Keeping his eyes closed for a moment, he tried to gather his thoughts of where he was and what had been happing, that dream leaving him more distorted that he had been previously. What year was it? Why wasn’t he in his own bed? Was it a random bed partner sleeping with him, or was the person there for other purposes that he needed to be worried about? Moving his hand slowly, he curled his fingers around the white mask he had placed on the bedside beside him and slowly opened his eyes. Blinking he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was either dead or this was a terrible joke of the manor. Looking straight into the eyes of the woman on his bed, he breathed shallowly and whispered.
“Ancient Greece?”
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Post by Mexico on Apr 14, 2013 16:08:17 GMT -6
Slow fragments of breath escaped her body as time and again her heart would begin to race in the thought that at any moment something could happen. She was never completely relaxed inside this place. Ana María was lively by nature and could hardly sit still for a prolonged period of time. To be completely at ease, calmed and relaxed was something that she hardly experienced, but never due to complications. Laying on the bed next to the older nation didn't seem to completely wash away her worries. If anything it brought more unease to her being. Her eyes would shift from the expression of profound sleep to the door that was capable of keeping things out but at same time letting things in.
She tried her best to not think about what would happen if she were to defend Turkey on her own. She had always been blessed with very vivid imagination. She could recite the details of her dreams both asleep and awake. This particular thought was something she had to try hard to keep away. Mexico took a deep breath and exhaled as quietly as it seemed possible. She wanted to lift his arm and cuddle next to him, if only to feel the warm touch of another human being. Security. But she didn't want to wake him up because who knew how long he had been awake with no rest.
Her eyes were fixed on the sheets. Her right hand traced small patterns of circles and loops. There was nothing particular that she was drawing for it wasn't like she was using ink. Her hand movements were done absent minded and then she her gaze looked up at the sound of a voice different from hers. Mexico sighed in relief as Turkey moved. He kept his eyes closed but he was definitely awake, or at least in the process of. However, it seemed for a moment that he wasn't sure of where he was. Ana María watched with concern, wondering what was going on inside his mind. There was something about him that seemed off, but the girl couldn't quite place what it was. He curled his fingers around his mask and that told Mexico that he was aware that he was not alone.
"Ancient Greece?"
His words held her by surprised, so much so that Mexico couldn't find it in her to regain her composure. She stared at Turkey with her eyes open wide, almost as she had just seen a ghost. Maybe she had. The ghost of memories past. Was that then why he seemed troubled? Maybe Turkey still thought he was asleep. Ana María vaguely remembered words being shared about Ancient Greece at some point during the last time they were together. Nothing too deep but something that had somehow sparked an interest in the young nation.
"Turkey, are you okay? It is me, Mexico. Do you know where you are?" Her words were soft but not a whisper as she had previously talked. Her hand reached over to touch the man's cheek. Gently she caress it, trying to soothe whatever feelings he was experiencing. "You are fine here with me. You are safe."[/color] It was almost like comforting a small boy. Ana María wondered what sort of horrible tricks the Manor might be playing on Turkey's mind. She wasn't sure what was going on or how to deal with it, but it made her worry. She kept her eyes fixed on his, for the other kept his gaze straight on her. What was he seeing when he looked at her? How far away from reality was he in? Ana María sighed, kept her hand on his face. She wanted him to feel the atmosphere around him, feel the touch of reality, not the touch of a dream.
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Post by Turkey on May 8, 2013 16:38:11 GMT -6
Blinking his eyes, he looked around, trying to banish the dream world that was still overlaid the real one in his sight. Sturdy stone pillars and beautiful tiled frescos on the floors and walls wavered in and out of wooden walls with paintings and carpeted floors. Sadiq briefly wondered which one was the real one, which reality was his. Turkey….that’s right, he was Turkey now instead of Ottoman, no more an Ottoman Turk, but the Republic of Turkey. But what did that really mean to him? His eyes kept wandering as his thoughts and memories came slowly back to him, like they always did when his dreams threw him so far off. He was a Middle Eastern Nation that was part of Europe, but had friends in all Hemispheres, including in America. America, the one that had invited them all over for a Halloween party filled with fun and scary costumes and sweets. That’s right, they were stuck in the mansion in the southern part of Alfred’s land. Turning his eyes back to the woman he contemplated her for a minute. His vision had returned to normal and he could tell that she was not the woman he had called her.
“Evet, I’m in a Mansion in lower America.”
Attempting to move some, Sadiq felt his mask in his hand and he lowered his head to look at it. He knew he should put it back on, it never felt right around most people without it on and it protected him. Protected his thoughts and emotions, gave him a physical thing to hide behind when he needed it. It almost made him feel naked to not have it on now, to be this exposed to someone, more so that is was someone he just recently started to develop a deeper friendship through their struggles and trials here. Lifting the hand with the mask in it, he stopped and hesitated. It was only him and her in there, no one else to see, no one else to know how part of him had broken down in front of her. Looking back up, he placed the mask on the bed and left it there, decision made.
The weak light there was coming through the windows was waning, showing that it was either getting cloudy or it was getting close to nightfall, but it really didn’t matter. Time held no meaning anymore for him, things were happening when they were happing, and it was either in his past or future or…he wasn’t going to worry about it. Time loop stuff confused him and things just were how they were.
“No worries, I’m alright, just a nightmare. Shouldn’t be too surprised in this place, its basically a living nightmare as it.”
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Post by Mexico on May 13, 2013 17:51:04 GMT -6
Mexico moved her hand slowly away from Turkey's cheek. She kept it in midair for several moments as the man in front of her looked around. She wondered what he was saying through those eyes of his. Could it be that their reality differed? Mexico always wondered this from time to time. As far as her memory recalled, several philosophers had argued that reality was merely the perception of every individual human being. Was what she saw the same as what someone else saw? This could all be a part of her own mind, a designed of her brain to cause her and her only the reaction that it was creating.
Memories aren't that reliable, because what we feel happened is deeply influenced by our emotions and thoughts at the time.
"Evet, I'm in a Mansion in lower America."
Mexico interpreted that small piece of turkish as an affirmation to her questions. But the way Turkey said didn't have the girl deeply convinced. She was searching for another answer, something richer in reassurance, but she was ignorant as to what. She placed her hand over his forehead, slightly surprised by the heat that his own body had managed to keep. It was a warm gesture on her part, almost motherly. She stroked several stands of hair that rested over his forehead. She couldn't see precisely well in the such darkness, but it was a nice shade of brown that he had. Nice shade indeed.
When Turkey did not put his mask back on she was surprised. Very surprised that she could hardly create a more clever description but that. Why had he left it resting next to him? Wasn't it a vital part of his being, of his person? She had never seen him without it, but made no comment about it, for there was no place to really comment it.
"No worries, I'm alright, just a nightmare. Shouldn't be too surprised in this place, its basically a living nightmare as it."
Mexico sighed. Again, it wasn't an answer she wanted. She stared at him for a while, her eyes following the features of his face and the colors that surrounded it. It was time. The voices in her head demanded her that it was time to acknowledge what she so desperately wanted to get out of her chest. She just wanted to share it with someone, if only to experienced the relief that not all guilt laid upon her. Even when she knew he wasn't much help, it was still a way to bring peace into her conscience. "Tell him. He will not judge you. He will merely listen and then prove to offer his advice, like he has done before."
Yes his advice. What advice did she need? What is done is done, so now it is time to move on and lay everything to rest. No matter how much she held on to that memory it didn't change the fact that they were gone and she was left behind. "If it's going to be anyone, might as well be him."
"Turkey,"[/color] Her words started with her original purpose in hand, but something made her change decisions at the last moment. She wasn't one to stick to something when she was unsure in the first place. "What were you dreaming about?"[/color] "You should've told him." But she didn't and that was done. Maybe it was for the best.
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Post by Turkey on May 17, 2013 21:55:09 GMT -6
Sadik was tired. Looking around still, he tried to find some indication of how long he had been asleep, but he had no clue. It could have been ten minutes; it could have been eight hours. He knew he needed rest, and knew he needed food. He had lost a lot of blood recently and needed the iron and the vitamins and the rest to allow himself to start replenishing it. Blinking again, he finally sat up and stretched out, joints popping in protest of moving when they were comfortable.
"Turkey, What were you dreaming about?"
“Old memories, events that happened centuries back. It doesn’t really have much of a bearing on the here and now.” He knew it was probably just the manor messing with his head, pulling out a memory that hurt him. He wished no one would have witnessed that, but there was nothing he could do about it. Taking a deep breath in and out, he was still surprised when his sides and back didn’t hurt. Now if he could get rid of the exhaustion, he’d be set to take on the manor and find a way out of this place. Turning his head back to Mexico, he nodded.
“So, what have you been through since I last saw you?” Sadik knew the western Nation would have been doing her best to survive and find clues to getting out of the house. If she had found something, he wanted to know. Perhaps together they could put the pieces in order and figure something out. Everyone here had a piece he was sure, even if they didn’t know it. If someone could put all the pieces together, he was sure they would find their way out. The first thing he wanted to do was to find a way to get rid of the monsters. Without having to worry about the monsters, they could all focus more on getting out than staying alive.
“You’ve had to have had a better time that I have, a bird tried to prove it was better than me.” Small joke with what happened, but hey, you had to laugh sometimes.
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Post by Mexico on May 18, 2013 19:49:05 GMT -6
"Old memories, events that happened centuries back. It doesn't really have much of a bearing on the here and now."
Old memories. Those small pieces that could ignite smiles in her being, and blushing in her cheeks. Sometimes she wished she was able to play them as vividly as possible in her mind. She wanted to go back in time, experience things all over. Some in different ways, make different choices. See the people that left her. That was one of the things that made her sad about being a nation. She was immortal. Everyone who at one point or the other, she loved eventually faded, eventually was gone. It was quite a remarkable thought. Mexico, knowing this, valued human life with its vulnerabilities and weakness, yet she had killed in war and conflict.
What was the difference between one person and the other?
"So, what have you been through since I last saw you?"
Mexico had now come to terms with the fact that she wasn't about to share what had happened to her with Turkey. She had opted it best to leave it alone and tell him what she thought he wanted to hear. But she couldn't. What made one death different from all the others? Why did this one hurt more than the others? This was an act of homicide, but it wasn't the first one in the history of her nation. What was the difference? And why was there a difference in the first place?
A memory like this, oh she did not wish to replay it. But it was fresh. A fresh wound that didn't have the medicine needed to heal. It only had time, and time didn't seem to exist in this place. So this memories she wished she could erase, suppress them.
"You've had to have had a better time that I have, a bird tried to prove it was better than me."
Although she noticed that his statement had meant to be taken lightly, all it made her do was gulp. A better time? Well, that surely depended on whether or not that bird had forced him to something unforgivable. Mexico was coming to terms with it. Slowly, painfully, but she was. Serbia was death. Her monologue, her dying words were perfectly carved in her mind. Each time she thought about it, each time the picture spread across her body and soul, it was as though another carving was made in her skin, this time deeper, this time stronger.
"I did something, that I am not proud of."[/color] Not proud of. Ashamed. Dishonored. "I did not even tried to avoid it." Mexico leaned forward. She extended her hands towards Turkey. They were a strange tone of pale. Pale in shades of blue, as though they were dead, but not quite. Pale and dirty. Dirty and stained. Stained with blood, blood from the past, blood from the enemy friend foe rival human opponent nation. Blood that did not only belong to others, but it belonged to her too.
Her palm was the place she had cut herself in to test the rage of those monsters. She had intentionally hurt herself to see, to know what would happened. She had stained her skin with it. It was an agonizing feeling. The cut had started to scar, but it was still present, it was still vivid and she wasn't afraid of him seeing. It might take a while to fade, but so would the emotional wounds of this place. The wounds that become memories.
"I killed someone, Sadiq. I killed a nation. I had never done that before, and I did it so that I could survive. It has been a bloody fight of who can last the longer and I'm getting tired of it. I just want to get out of here. That is all."[/color] Surprisingly her voice sounded calmer than what she had expected. No stuttering, no lost for words. It was like reciting an old memory. There was remorse, but the feeling wasn't overwhelming her. It wasn't drowning her into the button of the well. Almost as though she was moving on.
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Post by Sabel-kass Bellezza on Jun 16, 2013 19:12:14 GMT -6
When your world is nothing but darkness enriched with enhanced hearing, smelling capability and taste, hunger was your guild. Stalking the halls of the Baudeau Manor was a god in his own right, once worshipped by humans, now he dines on them, reduced to blindness by his personal rebellion and is now, a slave by his ultimate captor. The large cat walked forward, claws scratching the wooden floors. He could not longer recall being happy, being calm, for now all he felt was rage and raw hunger, a feeling that was burning him from the inside out. A deep growl emanated from the creature’s throat and with unseeing eyes he looked around him, yowling lowly at his Master that he was hungry and that the mansion should deliver.
Sabel-kass Bellezza got an answer and while he could not see what was happening, the cat god felt himself step between realities, through a portal, in an instant he knew that he was no longer in an empty, long hallway but was now in….
Sabel crouched low, the air suddenly slightly musty, enclosed, and the sense of expanse had vanished. The scent of old clothing and wood filled the cat’s senses and through his higher intelligence and mental connection with his Master, the cat knew exactly where he was: he was in a large, mahogany wardrobe. His ears twitched forward and immediately, voices filled his head and within his nostrils came the scents of… a male human and a female, both adults. The cat’s muscles grew taunt and he crouched more, silently. He knew that his presence was unknown, that his unsuspecting prey had no idea that he had entered the room via unconventional means, and that within moments, blood was about to be spilt in Sabel’s favor.
The seconds ticked by and the cat listened intently.
"I killed someone, Sadiq. I killed a nation… I did it so that I could survive. It has been a bloody fight… I just want to get out of here. That is all."
The voice of a woman filtered through the wood of the doors and the words pieced together in the former’s gods mind. Sabel’s tail twitched, his fangs were bared, and his shoulder blades shifted silently as he knew that the moment was drawing near and was about to…. Like a bullet form a revolver, Sabel sprang forward, through the doors of the wardrobe and into the bedroom, roaring loudly. His attack was perfect, precise, and the humans had no chance. Within seconds, the large cat had sprung to sink his teeth securely around the neck of his closest victim, clamping its fangs into the throat of the human, and blood spilt into and over his jaws. His class dug deep into flesh and chomping once, twice, the cat heard the satisfying crack of the human’s spine breaking and his struggling prey ceased moving, dead, in an instant.
Instinct kicked in and the sense of territory kicked into and the cat dragged the body from the bed before finally releasing it to roar loudly. There was still the other human in the room and Sabel could not eat peacefully with the other human still in the room and alive. Roaring loudly and swiping his huge clawed paw in aggression, Sabel-kass dared the human to attack, while the cat stood defensively over the body of… Mexico.
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Post by Turkey on Jun 28, 2013 17:43:00 GMT -6
"I killed someone, Sadiq. I killed a nation… I did it so that I could survive. It has been a bloody fight… I just want to get out of here. That is all."
Sadiq sat there, listening to Mexico talk. It was good that she finally was able to get that off her chest. She needed to heal. She probably thought she already was, but the way she said it, the way she was hesitant told otherwise. She was just numb to it, and eventually that would pass. He understood what she was saying and how she was feeling, after all, he had done similar himself…only it was slightly different. While he had experienced remorse and grief over what he had done for an act that didn’t need to have happened, she was feeling remorse for living while someone else did not. She had survivor’s guilt. He wasn’t sure how to help her except to comfort her and to tell her it was alright, that the situation was dire and whoever it was she killed knew it could have happened, had probably already forgave her for the act. That it would get easier the more time that passed, but to remember what she was feeling now, to learn from it. She needed to hear that it proved she was capable of surviving.
Opening his mouth to tell her this so she could hopefully finally start healing and forgiving herself, chaos erupted. He didn’t even have a chance to react, one second the room was peaceful, the next there was a wild animal in front of him with teeth in Mexico’s neck, dragging the body to the floor, leaving trails of blood that lead off the bed and to where she now lay at the giant cat’s feet. Wide eyed, he put the mask back on his face and got up from the bed to stare at the monster, sword in front of him. He was still feeling weak from the last attack, he wasn’t sure he could survive another fight with a monster right now. Should he try to avenge her and attack the monster, or should he run and regroup, try to find the monster again later to get vengeance. The most he could be glad of is that she was at peace now.
He knew he had made surprised noises when the monster attacked from nowhere and he was probably breathing a bit heavy now, but that didn’t matter, the monster knew he was there.
“So what would you want me to do Mexi? Avenge you now and die here with you? Or run and fight another day? I hate running from fights, but it’s also a smart idea to retreat when needed to fight again when I’m sure I can win.” He paused, not receiving an answer, but he knew he wouldn’t. “I’m sorry, call me a coward, but I can’t fight now. “ And with that said, he started backing out of the room, not taking his eyes off the monster, had moved his focus to the creature’s paws as to not start a dominance fight by staring in his eyes. He would get out of here and plan for how to kill the creature once he got his strength back.
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Post by Mexico on Aug 5, 2013 13:30:18 GMT -6
There was an abrupt sound that disturbed the peace that had formed along the room. Mexico turned around, taken aback by the sudden eruption of something that did not belong with them. Her whole body began to stiff as she was barely able to see what had joined them. For a small second Mexico had forgotten all about the monsters, the creatures that roamed this place looking for the blood of innocents to feed on. The monsters in the Manor were not those with furry legs and bloodthirsty eyes. Those weren't really monsters, because that was their instinct. To them it was perfectly fine to kill their prey and savor the moment. The real monsters were those that went against their own nature and turned into something that was so far beyond themselves that no mirror could provide recognition.
And monsters not only right now in this place, but at several points in history in which they had stand at the feet of their defeated opponent watching the cruelest of atrocities unfold before them. It was almost a shock to the girl that the creature that had approached them was in fact of bone and flesh and not just some nightmare that had creeped in their minds pretending to be real. The girl looked at it for a second. A feline with several characteristics that made it difficult to believe that such thing could be alive. She was almost inclined to touch it, for her instincts were in a state of confusion as to how to react.
However, the beast sprang forward, in a speed that was almost impossible to guess would come from the creature. Mexico would've ducked but she had no time for a reaction, let alone let out a scream. It was over her in a second. Such a heavy thing, Ana María couldn't get it off. It was then that she realized that perhaps this was it. All the fighting, the survival, the unreasonable amount of guilt that had formed inside of herself for murdering, it was all gone in a moment of distraction.
Mexico tried with every part of her to break away from this cat. Its sharp teeth threatened her and it was certainly not something that she wanted close to her skin. But as much as she could fight it, this thing was stronger and in a second it was over. It was interesting to see how in one moment she could sense, and see, and touch like any other and the next nothing. It was almost too easy. There was no cry for mercy or red liquid pouring over her hands. In that second everything was done. Just darkness.
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