Primal (Tachi & Sigma Octantis)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: Tachi on 23-07-2009, 02:20:51</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Primal (Tachi &amp; Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 02:20:51</strong>
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				The heat was sticky with humidity and clung like a second skin, producing gallons of sweat in a malicious scheme to dehydrate and kill every living thing in the area. Even though it was night the temperature still didn’t drop and anyone who had any sanity left fled to the sanctity of their air-conditioned homes.<br><br>Still there were those that tempted the night, playing games on the streets or huddling in alleyways to loiter. The homeless, having dug through their dumpsters of the night, settled in for another nap with empty stomachs. Life was harsh on the streets and unpredictable.<br><br>Panning up to the rooftops, the lights came on in the city as darkness descended and deep within it the sound of feeding could be heard. Cornered, on a rooftop, a corpse was having the last of its blood drained from it. Claw marks tore up his chest and on top of him was a monster in human form.<br><br>Eyes shinning silver, the vampire listened for any disturbances, cleaning its prey of his blood. His hands and feet were covered in it and whatever clothes the vampire might have had were long gone now. He was intelligent but there was something off about him. Perhaps it was the way he was licking his hand clean, like an animal, or perhaps it was the sense of danger that instinctually surrounded whoever got near, warning them that if they got too close they could be torn to shreds.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Primal (Tachi &amp; Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 04:36:48</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">[Ooh, sorry for taking so long on this. I've been busy until today, and not too inspired with a character. The post is a little forced, I hope it doesn't come off too dry. D:']<br><br>Lucas Marsh, apparently, did not have the sanity to retreat to his house. Lucas was instead wandering the streets, admit a bit aimlessly. He hadn’t found himself very lucky as of late, and his only leads had proved wrong. He almost felt foolish for ever thinking he could even find the thing, as erratic as it was. Something that was as unpredictable as Creature was supposed to be would be next to impossible to find.<br><br>Yes, Creature. He had been referring to it as ‘Creature’ for lack of a better name. Creature was viscous, if nothing else, leaving no real sign behind except for the corpses of it’s victims. But Lucas was hired to be all the more viscous. And he would have, if he could find the blasted thing!<br><br>Something akin to a growl rose in the man’s throat, and he shoved a fist in his pocket to pull out a small crumpled note and a stub of a pencil a little later. He glanced up, eyes settling on a near-by brick building—the only suitable thing to write against that he could make out.<br><br><del> No luck today, check upper city tomorrow. Look for new</del><br><strong>Fuck it</strong><br><br>He’d have to go to his employers and tell them he couldn’t do it. Lucas doubted that anyone could, doubted that anyone would be foolish to pick up where he left off. The damned thing was just too hard to track down, and even though it didn’t seem intelligent, it must have been! Damn it all, Creature had to have been smart to avoid him all this time.<br><br>Frustration made itself known in the form of a sigh, and the man turned and slouched against the building. How stupid, how annoying. He’d never be able to finish the job, but he didn’t want to give it up—the money was ridiculous and his good name was on the line.<br><br>Shaking his head, the brunette man buried his face in his hands with a loud curse. He always had been easy to frustrate, but he had never had quite as difficult of a time finding any other creature. And that was taunting to him. He spent a good deal of time there, slouched against the building with his face half-buried and shooting dirty looks at anyone who came near.<br><br>Why couldn’t he just get one clue? Just… one…<br><br>The man, who’s frustration appeared to have burned out, once more glanced about. Maybe if he got a better view, he could get a hint. At least, he mused, he’d be out of site of anyone who could see his shame. That was the one thought that brought the man back to standing and pushing on.<br><br>His self-pity and frustration could wait, because he had a job to do.<br><br>The man, having lived in the very city he was hired to remove Creature from, knew the streets and buildings well enough to locate the nearest fire escape. It would do for getting high enough to get out of sight—and to think a little. His footsteps echoed on the metal, and he smiled to himself. Maybe, if he was lucky, it would draw Creature near.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Primal (Tachi &amp; Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 05:45:53</strong>
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				'Creature' had no name and was not aware of ever being called anything in the past. There was no use for names in his world and he didn't understand their usage, why they were always different and why they changed depending on whom the person was with. It hurt to think about and so he didn't.<br><br>Having been alone all his life he wasn't used to being in contact with anyone and avoided it. Physical touch made him nervous and the only time he allowed it was when he was feeding. It was unavoidable then. Still when he wasn't feeding he didn't know what to do with himself. All these people, whom he considered his food, traveled together and had companions, partners. There were none that were like himself.<br><br>Perhaps he was supposed to be alone. He didn't contemplate such things. They didn't have a real impact on his life and it actually never occurred to him that he should think about them.<br><br>At hearing the metal clanging, his head whipped to the side and he growled lowly. He wasn't done with his kill but he didn't want to be found by anyone else. Still instinct told him to stay near and finish if it wasn't taken away from him.<br><br>Jumping up, he landed on top of the covered staircase and flattened himself on it so he couldn't be seen, still ready to flee if it was needed, or to fight. Feeling threatened, he bared his fangs but still kept silent, not wanting to be caught.<br><br>He could smell the human, a male, getting closer and with him came a sense of danger that made his hair stand up. This one was different from the others, like those who had gotten close to him before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Primal (Tachi &amp; Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Two Faced</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 09:56:09</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Each step that the man took echoed through the night and carried down the street, a welcome break from the usual quiet of the night. Sure, there was the normal sounds of the night—a raccoon picking at the leftovers in someone’s trash, a few fight between a few people remaining outside, something rolling against the pavement… But causing the noises himself was a little more reassuring then just listening.<br><br>Lucas sighed and fiddled with something in his pocket as he made his way up the stairs.&nbsp; He couldn’t help but feel that climbing up the stairs was a little too much like running off with his tail between his legs, and he had to admit that he almost had. This... this was different, though. This was because he wanted to… relax. To be alone while he thought things out, and went over his leads.<br><br>The man shrugged to himself and idled at the edge of a rail for a second to stare out at the night. Something didn’t feel right, but that could have been something as simple as disappointment at a dull night. He wasn’t sure, to be honest. But there was a feeling of dread there, a tightening in his chest. It put him on edge.<br><br>Another sigh escaped the man as he pulled himself up the last flight of stairs, though he stopped halfway, once more casting a glance out at the city streets. He began once more fidgeting with the various things in his pocket, though nothing felt quite right, nothing felt secure enough. Finally, a hand of his came to rest on his knife—a dull, five-and-a-half inch blade he kept with him on night trips. It wasn’t the only weapon the man had on him, but it was the one he could most easily come to rest his hand on, and the one that seemed moderately reasonable, given his only reason to go for it was a simple feeling.<br><br>He still hesitated, however, about walking up the steps.<br><br>Something really didn’t feel right.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Primal (Tachi &amp; Sigma Octantis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tachi</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 10:22:20</strong>
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				There was a keen sense, almost of being hunted, that made him want to either flee or strike first. He had his kill to protect thought and that instinct combined with the other is what made him decide to attack. Even then it wasn't really a thought out decision, just one that an animal might make in his situation.<br><br>Moving quickly and silently, he moved to the edge of the roof and glanced down, seeing the man there and jumping off at him before he had time to realize he was there. Striking out at him he growled, deep and low, letting it echo in the alleyway bellow them. His instinct was to kill him too, and so that's what he aimed for, having no reason to and not holding back.<br><br>He felt nothing ill towards this man, he was just protecting himself and his kill. If he fled and let him be, he wouldn't chase him. Creature was not overly vicious outside of bloodlust but there was still no hesitation in killing or tearing someone apart. There was no right and wrong for him.<br><br>There was no questioning of why he did; covering his tracks, moving from area to area, hiding in the day and when he wasn't hunting, and avoiding those who had the same presence that this man did. It was just what he was supposed to do and so he did it.
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