Sammael Crichlow
Accepted Character
Heart Eater
Posts: 5
Full Name: Sammael Crichlow
Species: Disease Beast (bubonic plague)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth (Parallel Universe)
Height: 6 foot as a man/3.5 feet at shoulder as beast
Weight: 165 lbs as a man/450 lbs as a beast
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Sammael Crichlow on Feb 5, 2014 21:54:55 GMT
The hyperactive gentlemanly Sam had given way to a drooling beast three days ago.
The disgusting creature had been wandering around the City at night for the last week, reduced to a simple minded thing with only thoughts of his empty belly.
Because the bright light of day hurt his sensitive eyes, Sammael had found an empty, dark, damp basement beneath one of the buildings to curl himself up in. He rested there while he was waiting for the sun set after every unsuccessful search for food.
He was in that basement now, a curled up ball of red fur and way too many legs. With the sun setting he was stirring again though, prepared to scour the surrounding area for a meal. Like an oversized cat he stood and stretched, yawning and curling his striped tongue. Straightening, Sammael froze. It was a soft sound at first, something that even his ears could barely pick up on bit it was growing louder. His round ears twitched, red fur prickling.
Food.
The thumps and bumps promised food.
Sam scuttled up the wall to squeeze himself out of the window, slinking into the shadow of one of the tall buildings. He rested there, crouched so low to the earth that his belly fur brushed the ground. It wasn't that far off. It wasn't growing louder or softer.
Whatever creature had that beating heart wasn't moving any more. Now was his chance.
Sammael shot out of the shadows, dashing toward the sound. It was coming from the building, a small little pink shop just up the street with cartoon cats painted on the windows. He could see them now as he galloped closer. They were behind the glass of the shop. If he hadn't been so hungry he probably would have spent more time stalking them, waiting for a perfect moment to strike like any good predator, but several days too long without food had him reckless.
Sam lowered his head, thrusting the tall horns on his head forward. He hit the window with a terrible crash. The poor cartoon cats were completely annihilated.
Skidding on shards of glass across the tile floor of the shop, Sammael was carried too far by the force of his own momentum and smashed into the counter. The cupcake displays on the counter were scattered around the shop. Disoriented by the fluorescent lights now above his head, he blinked and scrambled around, growling angrily and salivating heavily as he searched for his food.
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Maxwell
Accepted Character
Posts: 19 
Full Name: Maxwell Dunhall
Species: Human/Raven-Hybrid/Goop
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth (Birdverse)
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 104 lbs
OOC Name: Petrazilla
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Post by Maxwell on Feb 9, 2014 4:13:22 GMT
He really didn't want to be here, but he was hungry. He was always hungry, really, but he hadn't eaten in a whole eight hours since he had finished his last granola bar in the hunt for an unlocked apartment or office building, and the pain was beginning to be too bother him. He hadn't run into a single person, or anything that resembled intelligent life (not that people were usually that intelligent in his experience), in weeks as far as he could tell. While it was nice not to have to cover bruising with elaborate face paint, it made him a little paranoid.
The first thing Max noticed was the putrid smell cutting through the sickening sugary "wonderland" (as the sign proclaimed). He'd left the door half open in case anyone tried to attack him from behind, which is something he experienced frequently, or in case there was something nasty inside that he would need to flee from. As much as he, not being fond of sweets in general, hated the smell, the dirty new odor immediately put him on edge. Whatever it was, it was diseased.
Max did not react in time. As the.... animal collided with the counter, Max took a two steps back before the glass sprinkled over his skin and a large section of pink counter-top crashed into Max's chest. It didn't take a lot to push him to the ground, and the impact knocked the wind out of him. He had to fly away, but right how he had to remember how to breathe (no matter how unpleasant it was or what he might be catching).
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Sammael Crichlow
Accepted Character
Heart Eater
Posts: 5
Full Name: Sammael Crichlow
Species: Disease Beast (bubonic plague)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth (Parallel Universe)
Height: 6 foot as a man/3.5 feet at shoulder as beast
Weight: 165 lbs as a man/450 lbs as a beast
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Sammael Crichlow on Feb 10, 2014 3:56:26 GMT
Sammael scuttled up onto the counter (or what was left of it), ears twiddling around his head before they eventually stopped, pointed directly at Max. He blinked his eyes hard several times, tail lashing back and forth before he finally spotted the man he had been stalking. Sammael pounced at him, landing squarely on top of him.
What it did next seemed terribly familiar to the rat-monster. He sat hunched over, the long fingers of his hind paw's wrapping around Max's legs. His spaded tail wrapped itself tightly around one of his legs. One set of arms was pressed into Max's stomach to keep him still, the other set was curled against his red fur. Sammael's jaw wiggled, and fell open. Saliva cascaded downward, green, smelly and far too thick, to fall across just about everything.
Out slivered his tongue. It was huge, thick as a python all the way around, but what was strange was just how much there was of it. There was no way that much tongue could fit in his mouth.
The end flickered, and then the tongue unfurled. It had three tentacles, all of which were lined with rows of hooked teeth. It was something straight out of a sci-fi horror flick, and it looked far too happy to see Maxwell. It also was moving closer and closer to poor Maxwell's chest area all while looking terrible, slimy, and menacing.
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Maxwell
Accepted Character
Posts: 19
Full Name: Maxwell Dunhall
Species: Human/Raven-Hybrid/Goop
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth (Birdverse)
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 104 lbs
OOC Name: Petrazilla
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Post by Maxwell on Mar 9, 2014 8:36:46 GMT
So many thoughts hit Max at once that none of them fully processed. Escape. This is absolutely disgusting. Escape. What kind of creature is this? Escape. What is this green slime even made of? Escape. Can't escape. I'm going to die. Maybe that's okay. This is absolutely filthy. I can't die like this. Escape. Can't escape. If I shifted right now, it would crush me. It doesn't look healthy. I'm going to die. There is disease all over me.
Mentally paralyzed by his germophobia, his inability to shift, the outrageous monster on top of him that shouldn't exist. When the impossible tongue (or whatever took the tongue's place) emerged, all thoughts stopped. All he could do was stare at the terrifying toothed tentacles that were undoubtedly headed for his body. He was definitely going to get an infection. Max had been abused quite a bit in his life, but he had never had to face the possibility of death before.
The goop didn't like this. Normally, the goop was celebratory when Max was in any kind of pain or distress, but this was out of it's control. It wasn't done having its fun yet.
Max did not follow the science fiction monster's attack with a classic cheesy science fiction scream. Instead he was dead silent and his breath was shallow (mostly due to the giant monster on his chest, partially because the breathing dilemma left his mind entirely).
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Sammael Crichlow
Accepted Character
Heart Eater
Posts: 5
Full Name: Sammael Crichlow
Species: Disease Beast (bubonic plague)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth (Parallel Universe)
Height: 6 foot as a man/3.5 feet at shoulder as beast
Weight: 165 lbs as a man/450 lbs as a beast
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Sammael Crichlow on Mar 13, 2014 21:58:06 GMT
His food didn't struggle or scream, but the monster hardly noticed. Instincts had taken over and all it could think about was the fact that it was soon to be fed, not the strange reaction of prey that was usually screaming and trying to twist away form him by now. Instead, his head was filled with the sound of steady, tha-thump-thumping and there was no room for anything else in its horned head. Its red body shivered in anticipation, every hair on the monster's body tingling with every beat.
He was going to fill his belly with his juicy heart. The tentacle-tongue landed on Maxwell's chest with a wet slap. Hundreds of tiny teeth flexed all at once, digging down past his clothes and into his skin. The appendages bit and chewed, searching for places between and under his ribcage that they could slither under and into.
It made a satisfied grumbling noise when it tasted blood, four shoulders hunching up and down as it made itself comfortable for its meal.
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Maxwell
Accepted Character
Posts: 19
Full Name: Maxwell Dunhall
Species: Human/Raven-Hybrid/Goop
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth (Birdverse)
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 104 lbs
OOC Name: Petrazilla
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Post by Maxwell on Mar 18, 2014 8:11:04 GMT
There was something off about the taste. It was bitter and thick, Max's "blood". His flesh was resistant to the thousands of sharp hooks, but when they broke through, the thick black goop seeped out of his body and Max grimaced. He wanted to do something. Do anything. But his body was frozen in both disbelief, a paralyzing fear of all of these germs, and physical restraint from a giant monster resting on top of him. He couldn't even cry out for help, as unlikely as it would be that someone was around to hear. It was not as painful as Max expected it to be, but it was still definitely the worst thing that had ever happened to him. The beatings from his sister and his peers, the lifetime of emotional neglect, no amount of pain he had experienced before could even begin to compare to this. He would question if it was some kind of hallucination brought by hunger or just a long, confusing dream if he wasn't in very real pain.
This goop didn't like the many legged rat type creature, and it was going to make sure it suffered. Only a couple seconds after it touched the alien tongue would the monster be sick to its core. Evacuate its stomach contents and all of its fluids until it was horribly dehydrated. It was going to burn on its insides. The goop was pleased to fill up something's insides like this. It was a new and pleasant opportunity to see what it could really do, and would soon after crave to do again. It sucked up all of the moisture on the surfaces it touched. Even the furry body that seemed to welcome the plague had every reason to reject its newest invader.
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Sammael Crichlow
Accepted Character
Heart Eater
Posts: 5
Full Name: Sammael Crichlow
Species: Disease Beast (bubonic plague)
Gender: Male
Homeworld: Earth (Parallel Universe)
Height: 6 foot as a man/3.5 feet at shoulder as beast
Weight: 165 lbs as a man/450 lbs as a beast
OOC Name: Rott-i-kins
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Post by Sammael Crichlow on Sept 11, 2014 22:26:01 GMT
The moment the black ooze touched his tongue Sam began to scream. It was a high pitched sort of squealing sound, somewhere between a pig and a frightened rat. The tentacles wrenched themselves out of Maxwell's chest, hooked teeth ripping out of flesh and bone. All three tentacles began twisting over one another in an attempt to rid itself of the goop like some kind of startled octopus. It was confused. Nothing like this had ever happened to it before. An unhooked jaw flopped, the tongue retreating back into his body enough that the goop was now in his mouth and nose. That just made it worse. Screaming a second time, he retreated off of Maxwell.
Rearing up onto his hind legs, the monster backpedaled smashing into a set of tables and chairs. They clanged loudly to the floor of the shop, reverberating in Sammael's sensitive ears. Four sets of paws batted the air, batted his tongue, batted his face. All he did was spread the substance over his face and body further. Sam was now rolling on the floor, gasping and writhing in panicked agony.
It wasn't long before it began to heave and an empty stomach only brought forth great amounts of yellow-green bile. All six feet peddled at the floor, claws leaving scratches in the freshly polished tile. There was no getting rid of it. The burning suffocating substance was just working it's way further into his body.
Sam stopped screaming. The only noise he made now was a gurgle as he choked on bile and ooze.
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