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[kanai]

His vision swam, an ocean of undulating waves of color: brown and green -- and where they met, fingers of bleeding, yellow fringes. The sun a bowl of melting butter; the clouds unseen against their dark backdrop of blue; the grass below tickling his convulsing paws. His steps were unbalanced, and he shivered contiuously, falling this way and that. His neck moved with jerky, spasming motions, and his skin seemed to leap off his body periodically; it was as if dozens of ravenous parasites were inside him, bucking and ripping flesh from his unexposed cavities. He didn't think, as most did, but rather felt.

He felt fear, a child's crippled sense of horror. The alarms that went off in his head were riddled with curiosity, which made the warning ineffective. He felt a bawling hunger inside him, and he felt joy whenever he was fed. He panicked whenever the chain was not fixed to the stake. The chain was his link to the stake. The chain was his link to survival. At the stake, everything was the same. At the stake, she spoke. She groomed him, in her own special ways. Pain was no longer something he feared, unless she was not the one who delivered it. Inside, he knew no morals. He knew only the animalistic signals of eternal youth and eternal stupidity.

Now he was alone, and the chain clankered along the ground as he walked. On and on, he walked to an unknown destination. His guardian is probably here, but his terror and pathetic shaking do little to give her away. He's forgotten. Everything moves so fast... His eyes blur the surroundings together, misty and humid-feeling against their twitching surfaces. His breathing is fast and heaving, but he doesn't hear it. He's forgotten where he is and what he is supposed to be doing. The thought of him having a purpose does not even cross his "mind." The only thing he feels right now is some abstract form of longing. When she was gone, he would balk and pitch against the stake until she returned. That precious stake is no longer here for him to fall back on.

Where is she? Where is her stabbing touch, and her whispering, salt-smelling breath, and her jumbling, nonsensical voice? He doesn't know, and so he wanders.

Her Pet

(he's yet to be named, sorry about that. anything's welcome really -- interaction from sins would be especially amusing, since his mind is composed entirely of feelings. some of the sins', like lust, he's never felt before.

O_o.. what? yes, this COULD get interesting. i'm almost begging for you to torture the mentally challenged fellow. n_x; eh. have a field day, on me. -nudgenudge-)

^slightly sick? x_o;

[Thalron]

Tink...Tink...Tink was it metal? there was very little metal out here, it reminded her of Aluran but it didn't smell like him, and it was a different sort of sound, a rattling noise rather than the shifting of metal plates... The curiosity eventually overcame her as the sound continued for a few moments and she ceased her activities for a moment to try and find where it was... The creature she saw was much like her in a few ways, although she was capable of rather complex thought patterns when the mood found her (not that many people could really tell >.> And really they would probably prefer that she was unable to talk...)

She stared at it for several moments, it's bright coloring momentarily entrancing her bright yellow and blue distracting to this particular tsume for a moment... before she leapt, flying out from her hiding spot behind a rather small bush grabbing onto the chain and clinging to it... Shiny *_*

"EEeee!" she squeaked excitedly before looking up at the tsume, it never once crossed her mind that a negative reaction could result from this action, and even if it did she was very unlikely to interpret it as an attack or anything... The only thing that kept her alive while doing such things was the fact that people around her felt... Happy, and content in general and less prone to violence, this was actually caused by her, and on purpose... She was a dream type and although she was very young still had slight control over peoples subconscious and certain other aspects of them... And this creature was probably the most susceptible out of the bunch...

(( <.< >.> www.geocities.com/thalron2002/chaoswing/tsume15.html ))

[kanai]

This Tsume doesn't hear much nowadays. ^^; Different panels of reflected light fight in his head, bubbling over their sketchy outlines for dominance. He blinks sporadically; whenever his anxiety abates enough for him to realize he's uncomfortable, his eyes rewet themselves. One leg, and then another, distended with a rather ugly-looking wound, scuffles against the ground. The chain drags, catching in some tiny shrubs, which shred whenever its bearer lurches into his next steps.

He doesn't notice the infant Dream at all until her weight prevents his latest pitch forward. The slightest resistance makes him stop, his form rigid and his posture erect. His wings stiffen, and a small wave of anticipation ripples across his body. The stake? Was it there? He couldn't see to make sure. His tongue snakes out through a little gap in his jaws, slimey and worthy of a cringe. That "eee" makes him excited.

Sometimes she brought squirming, crying things to him that he could rip to pieces, but they always smelled of fear and blood. His predatory appetite is quickly vanquished though, and replaced by the strangest feelings of weightless giddiness. He only feels this way when she's around, and when she brought food. The muzzled dragon is immediately calm, and gurgles pleasantly through the blockade of his teeth and that accursed, leathery device.

His gaze turns towards what he thinks is the stake, eyes swirling with...um...affection? More likely it was something like hunger. This is his "please feed me, Ari! 8D" look. 9_x;

Speaking of Ari...well, there wasn't a smell of death in the area yet, so the Dream was safe. At the moment... 9_9

(stale rp. -floats in tea glass- eee. |D)

[Sera]

A dark gaze watched the proceedings curiously, though a flare of anger and jealousy shot through his eyes at the appearance of the Dream. He'd seen the wandering Tsume first, it was his. He forced himself to relax, though, black ears flicking back as his head rose in subconscious arrogance. He didn't need anyone, and he was willing to let the tiny child play with that tsume till he felt like going down there and getting it. Blue wings resettled along his back and he began to silently work his way closer.

(( *thinks* a dream type with a potential lust type wandering around. oO;;; ara. ))

[Thalron]

Yume squeeked happily when there was a lack of clawing or biting, that always made her happy, this tsume seemed strange to her she didn't know why... Although she was far from the observant type and while she could find a needle in a hay stack might very well not realize there was any hay there in the first place... It was this sort of level of observation that made her think it was a good idea to climb upto the shoulder of the insanity, since she had noticed him stiffen when the chain was pulled on.

"Hiiiii! Do you wanna be my friend?! You have preettty swirly red eyes! I had red eyes once but that was after I was swimming in the ocean and it was all salty..." she said with a painfully cheerful voice before licking the side of the insanity's face, she hadn't even noticed the muzzle untill this point but figured it was some weird fashion thing that she doesn't understand... Of course she doesn't understand why things wear cloths or anything like that other than some clothing looks pretty...

She couldn't figure out what was so weird about it, something was just setting off her radar and it was strange... "I'm Hatsayume but people just call me Yume!" Even if she had realized that the other wanted food or something she rather lacked the means to get any, and probably wouldn't think of removing the muzzle.

[kanai]

Noise, noise, noise, lots of noise from this one. @_@; She certainly didn't sound like his Arioch, and if this was not Arioch, then there was no promise of food. For a moment, the burbling Tsume looks stupefied, his tail ceasing its relentless swivelling and his eyes' swirling becoming less eratic. Something had found him, but it wasn't food or Ari, and yet it made him...happy? This is so strange to him... He gargles pleasantly, happiness masking his outright puzzlement. The young dragon is a sonic blur of cold blue as she skitters up his shoulder. He has trouble following her movements, and the sudden contact of another makes him jump involuntarilly.

Hatsayume's rambles come off as incoherent to him, but he does manage to pick out one word: "pretty." He liked it when Arioch said "pretty." The Insanity Tsume can't help but croon now, nuzzling this uninjured, jabbering thing upon him with one side of his muzzle. Hopefully he didn't catch her with any slobbery parts. <_<;

There is a scent of something rotten and wicked on the summery breeze, but the mangled Tsume's glee prevents him from intercepting it right now. Perhaps the hidden Sin would notice and take care to conceal himself well? The smell of death was never a good omen.

(this thread has the potential to get really messed up really fast. XD; sorry i'm taking so long to reply. teachers are grinding down on my work schedule. o__o)

[Thalron]

She giggles happily as he seemed to actually want to be her friend rather than her having to work for hours or days even to get them to admit it... The small involuntary jump didn't phase her at all, she didn't even seem to notice it, mainly because almost everything she glomped/jumped on jumped much more than this and sometimes would try and swing her off... "Oooh I get it! You can't talk! umm..." she paused and then squinted at him, her mind speech failing to get through due to the nature of the others thoughts... Knowing no real language or capability of expression in an (easily) understandable way through the link...

But that didn't mean that she was just going to give up, She after all, did not need a language to get things across... After all, wasn't the most malleable medium dreams? Even this one must dream sometime... "Eee! Your all drooly! I don't have any napkins though..." she giggles again and nuzzles him back happily it seemed that her whole goal in life at the moment was to try and make absolutely everything, and everyone happy, and her friend... Despite whatever their wishes may be, and so far has been successful with everyone she has attempted to befriend... even if it took awhile and required her being saved/rescued numerous times... The only exception being the ones that died before she could eventually hypnotize/break the will of the creature...

The smell of death alarmed the small dream, although just slightly... it reminded her of the only nightmare she had ever had, although it wasn't her that was hurt or stunk of death, but rather everyone she had known... Oh, and it also reminded her of that time she was with that necromancer lady, she was nice though :3 and this thought immediatly overrid the other less pleasant ones...

[kanai]

She kept talking, this strange little thing that had come to him out of nowhere. He doesn't recollect being distressed, and the bungle of high-pitched words that filter hopelessly through his ears is mildly comforting. "Grraarrrr..." he manages at her statements, not really understanding a single thing. 9_9;

He did dream, of course. Oftentimes he didn't understand those either; the ones he could benefit actively from were very primitive and crude. In one of his favorites, he was gliding through the sky chomping through giant clouds of sun-seasoned, juicy meat: rib-bones from goliath beasts, tender necks, and big, bulky haunches. He liked this one, and he also liked a dream in which he and Arioch rested quietly together under a tree. In his dreams, he could see. Sleep, in this sense, was sometimes more real to him than the world he was conscious in.

From taller rows of straw grass, that horrid smell permeates the area just outside a rim of trees at the edge of a thin forest. Its bearer is highly displeased, and the sad, honeycombed sails of her wings rise just over the top of the field. She's not very quiet, as the decayed cartilege and tendons in her joints grate constantly against hard, weathered bone. Crrtch, crnch, crrtch, crnch, go her legs. Her naked skull is bloodstained and chipped, of an old and aging cream. Hot, red eyes are set like burning coals in the hollows of her head, and they stare with unwavering, liquid attention. While her eyes do not show emotion, her whole body shakes, making the exposed muscle on her left hind leg quiver like melted jello.

That thing was taking her...her pet... Oh, what now? To be exposed to someone else would make him imperfect; he would never love her like he did before, not after having met something else that she did not bring to him. She had been wrong to let him go -- she had proven his dependency on her ten minutes ago. It should have been enough, but she wanted to bask in it a little more. She wanted to make sure he didn't have any other way to live except her -- any other way to be happy. That gave her such consummate delight.

But she had gambled too recklessly. Her claws waver, clacking like marbles in their loose-skinned sockets. "My pet..." her jagged voice rasps horribly, broken with stuttering disbelief. If she could cry, she would, but...her tears have long since rotted away, along with practically everything else.

[Thalron]

All in tatters, How pathetic, First you fail your flesh and then your Precious pet the voice pierced the others mind, as strange cold chills suddenly running down from the tip of one of her wings as a claw dragged along it slowly... The necromancer had appeared out of nowhere, as if it had been there all along It makes me sad when I see such advanced creatures as yourself wasting away... You have no idea how hard it is to create a truly sentient undead, and then I see you You... her voice chilled to the bone, almost like her touch... however her voice was less likely to remove the tattered wing which made it slightly better...

Adonia, one of the strongest necromancers out there, second only to her brother... Was here, and why? it obviously was not to just toy with the death, and while a very observant person may have noticed her look at the insane one and hatchling, it was unlikely that she would bother to interject just for it... Right? (of course a few people know that she really has a soft spot for hatchlings... And surprisingly enough it is not in her stomach XD )

Yume giggled at the noise he made, it was so cute and he seemed like such a nice person, but it didn't seem like he should be alone out here... "Grraarrr? Hee! Ooh... what should I call you? Do you have a name?" she asked as she rubbed against the side of his head, so fuzzy! (of course pretty much all tsumes are >.>) she didn't really care about the occasionally stray bit of drool, it was pretty much nothing compared to what some things had done to her, on purpose or by accident... Bladed types can be ouchy...

She shook her head and withheld a sneeze, although just barely, because of the strong smell... She didn't pay attention to it though, focusing on this tsume entirely, however she looked over when she heard the noises and made a 'Eeee!' noise... although it wasn't out of fear... she did not seem to notice the large necromancer however, and neither would the insane one, even if it managed to single out that spot from the mass of swirling colours that made up it's own little world.

(( www.geocities.com/thalron2002/chaoswing/tsume5_necro.html ))#nosmileys

[kanai]

Arioch's blubbering tension spikes, and her fur would have risen, too, if her nerves were not dead. She does not feel cold, but she does feel an expanding, wild scream of terror flooding her insides (or what's left of 'em). It starts at that abused wing-tip and travels through a decaying network of bones. It was the only time she felt life returning to her aged body. She did not feel warmth. The sun could bake and roast, and she would not feel pain -- only a pervading, familiar sorrow associated with the Dead. Her fear was cold, and the panic spawned from it was a stormy blizzard.

Her first reaction is an offended, dusty growl, one choked by wasted, flaking tissues. "How dare you," she sputters vehemently, suddenly overwhelmed by an uncontrollable, flickering rage. The combination of being assaulted and being "rejected" is too much for her to bear. Her emotions leak out of her mind through dry, toasty sores and remnants of skin which still drop away in the night. "How dare you say --"

And then she stops, the fear falters into shock, and the red of her eyes flares a little wider around the edges. "A...Adonia...!" she stammers, stepping back. The Necromancer. The Undead. She was lower than the Necromancer, which meant she was a subject to be controlled. Oh, how she hated that... Control. Control was the only thing she valued in life, although she would never admit that to herself. The lies she tells have distorted her outlook on love; she believes she is experiencing it, but it isn't there. "Adonia, the Necromancer," she repeats, "...F...forgive me. I...you..." What to say? She hated this figure of authority so much, and yet she realized her limits. Adonia would destroy her if she stepped out of line. And...she might still do it. :x The Death suddenly remembers Adonia's comments in a flurry, and all hatred is wiped from her thoughts. Now there is desperate appeal. "You, what do you think of me?" she begs, "Tell me, what is it? Can you tell me? Can I fix it?"

Further across the field, things are better. 9_x; The Insanity looks absurdly happy, like one of those dudes in an anime. Lovestruck with swirly eyes. <_< (what. |D i am so tired. -monologues and raves-) At her question, he just goes: *o*

Progress there, yep. XD;; Obviously, that would be a "no" to the name question. In fact, he has no clue as to what's going on a few yards away from them. He's in a very odd mood: Yume's little sneeze makes him happy, along with her "eeee!" noise. He makes a strange sound akin to a purr, unconsciously swaying his tail. Ah, this little thing was great. |D He didn't know why he was so happy, but oh, well. If Ari died, he probably wouldn't care much right now. 9_9;

(eee. |B -dies and goes to bed-)

[Thalron]

Adonia was not a forgiving person, a single wrong word has been known to condemn even creatures she appeared to like... The words that spouted from this walking heap of filth, however were definitely not to her liking, she admired it's free will for a moment, it's arrogance... But smiled when the sudden realization of who it was talking to seemed to dawn upon it, the sheer terror that she could feel wrack through it's battered shell of flesh was enough to make up for those few words, because the only way someone so low as this pathetic worm ridden carcass should treat her would be either as a master, or a god... Fear or respect. (no ego here >.> Nope definitely not...)

She stepped forward a little when Ari stepped back, obviously not finished inspecting the once living creature, she drew a claw along it's face slowly as it spoke "So you know my name..." she grinned at the attempt to apologize, and plead for forgiveness it sounded so pathetic, even for something as degenerated as this, most of the deaths started out with a modicum of pride... This one however, showed that it valued it's continued existence more. "Are you trying to become a skeleton?" she paused and moved the hand down from the others face and pulls off a small piece of fur from near the neck "There are much faster ways..." she trailed off and listened to that desperate plea...

This was the second time anyone had actually asked her for something that wasn't something along the lines of please put my organs back in, or don't kill me... Or kill me >.> that she thought about actually doing "What I think of you?" she laughs, she rarely laughed when there was actually anything funny "You are a failure, you lost your life, then squander your time on a pathetic relationship with a creature that you have only trained to like you, and that a infant has managed to conjure a stronger feeling in, in a matter of minutes. But you can fix it." she laughed again, then stuck the small bit of fur she had removed back on where it healed and melded back into it's place, looking more healthy than that around it "Or you can just go back to your pathetic creature, once the child has left how long do you really think it will remember it?" ...She was not nice, but she was rather honest... although she left out some of it because she didn't feel like wasting her breath on this one.


Yume giggled yet again and rubbed against his face "Umm, I'll call you Rebluke! because you have funny colours" she squeaks out happily, a stray glance noticing the death tsume a ways away, but she didn't want to leave Rebluke here on his own since it'd be mean to just ignore him just because she saw someone else. "ooo.. Do you know any games?" she asked rather randomly as she began massaging his face underneath the strap a little bit...

It was unlikely that she could be much happier at the moment, of course she was almost always happy but was more so because of how the insanity seemed to be enjoying her company.

[kanai]

So much, so much at one time... Adonia saw right through her (not literally, 'cause that wasn't too hard to do C_c;), refusing to leave even enough fantasies for her to nourish her dying spirit. Oh God, that logic stung her... It pierced her like the dilapidated memories of her own fatal wounds, the injuries that had spelled doom for her so many years ago. Livid animosity towards the Necromancer bubbles deep inside her, festering madly; it was a gangrenous kind of growth that even Death couldn't fully stamp out. A shriek is forming in her throat, but she knows better than to scream in this Tsume's presence. What good would it do?

Somehow, Adonia...she...she had to be lying.

The Necromancer's talons carress the smooth hemispheres of her skull and bloodstained curves of her jawline, which only serves to magnify the Death's distress. This creature, this beautiful living thing, she was touching her this way! It made no sense! Nothing ever... Nothing ever did this willingly, and...and wasn't she the one who had always controlled the situation?

"St...stop," she chokes out, sounding terrified and ten times younger all of a sudden (don't know if that'd do anything for her zombie-fied situation, though :x). Her eyes are bulging, and her wings rattle nervously, but she's too dishevelled to retreat any further. Arioch couldn't remember the last time some Tsume had approached her on its own, and actually volunteered to touch her. She didn't like it. She couldn't comprehend the loss of control... She was helpless. She had to do something...anything to regain lost ground.

"D...don't touch me, Adonia... I'm a disgrace..." That's a far cry from rising up again, and her posture droops in despair and bafflement. It was so confusing, this...this whole episode. She'd tried to push the Necromancer's explanations out of her mind, but they were slowing eating it away. ..What did she know anyway? Her pet loved her, more than that hatchling. She'd find a way to...kill it.

Back to Yume and Rebluke. :x The mention of "games" makes a little lightbulb pop over the Insanity's head. He knows that word! ...Well...sort-of. He liked the game where he tried to find the squeaky thing that Ari hid, then he got to eat it... Er...that probably wasn't a good choice. Another fun game was also his Ari's version of "ring-around-the-rosey." Not a good one either.

The Insanity misses his new friend's concern, cocking his head quizzically at her. He seemed to actually be waiting for something to start squeaking besides Yume, so they could go find it and claim their prize. ^_^;

[Thalron]

Such fear, if the others skin could crawl (well, actually if there was skin where she had touched) she thought it would most likely have escaped chaos hills by now... This death seemed much more... complete, than most it was not full of simple hatred for the living or anything like that it was... interesting, A point of amusement for later perhaps.

she paused a moment after the others staggered words, and smiled, withdrawing the hand as requested, placing it back down by her side "A disgrace? perhaps... But, you can redeem yourself and it is very easy, or should be." she laughed, it was not a pleasant laugh... The joke or humor from which it spawned was one that could only be appreciated by those it did not involve... "Kill your pet, Do it now and not only will you have shown your worth... But you could look like what you once were, I am sure you miss your luxurious wings... Which now appear only as lifeless twigs which have been fouled by many harsh winters." her voice was elegant, matching her beauty but it was painful at the same time, entering the mind and ears at the same time, feeling as if sharp needles occasionally pierced the ear canals of whoever might hear it.


Yume looked at rebluke and blinked, as if he had actually said something, understandable. "Oooh... Over there!" she pointed and nudged his head in the direction of a rabbit (or equivalent) and she made a point not to squeak as she did so... The thing would probably start making noises once they moved towards it, it however would also most likely run... Not that they would know adonia had paralyzed everything in the area so that they would not wander too far if something got their attention.

[Sera]

The tri-coloured Tsume remains hidden, surprised by the appearance of two more Tsume, but. . . they didn't look like they'd be much fun. He concentrated on the original pair.

That rabbit looks good, the thoughts snaked carefully into their minds. . .though the logic might be too straightforward for the Insanity. My rabbit. .

[kanai]

Easy? It should be easy? The promise of redemption in the eyes of someone so famed and notable as the Necromancer ignites a begrudging kind of flame inside the Death, one she cannot control. Beautiful, she could be beautiful in someone's eyes... Wasn't that what Adonia had said? Redemption was the same as that, right?

A thought: The Necromancer could heal her dying flesh. She had reattached that piece earlier... perhaps, perhaps she could do more, make more flesh? She could escape and rely...rely on her like...like her pet did to her...

"I could get my wings back...?" Arioch repeats shyly, weighing her options humbly. In one paw, there was the promise of returned life and beauty; and in the other: simple, precious strength. She longed for unrivalled might to support herself and her "child." She was mother, she was lover, she was everything for the muzzled Tsume. How could she kill her pet?

"Adonia...wouldn't it make more sense to kill that tiny, insignificant thing? After all, it took what I had. I should destroy it if it steals what's mine," she says, her voice already tinted warmly with bloodlust. Her eyes glint with anticipation, and it seems that her questioning is useless. She's already decided what course to take.

~

Rebluke's convulsions have lessened in their severity and frequency, and now he seems relatively "stable," at least in body. A nudge in the right direction is all he needs. His talons bulge, already extended from his earlier agitation, and his eyes stop swirling. Food? Yes. Clear now. Food is there, right there. The other hatchling's suggestions weave through his simple thoughts like cold, metallic wires, obstructing less dangerous frames of mind. His rabbit...

But...wasn't it...hadn't it always been his rabbit...?

No matter. He'd tear the thing to ribbons and suck those ribbons down like limp spaghetti. He knew this game, and he was unbeatable. With surprising dexterity, the Insanity bolts after whatever creature may or may not be fleeing from them. Yume had better hold on tight. 9_9;

(this post was silly because i'm listening to the beastie boys.

adonia: i think you know what time it is, it's time to get ILL. D:
arioch: yeeep. ;O;

^reference i may be shot for. :B)