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| Topic Started: Jun 16 2014, 02:06 PM (817 Views) | ||
| Xaion | Jun 16 2014, 02:06 PM Post #1 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 18 2014, 12:24 PM Post #2 | |
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There had been a very, very specific reason as to why Kurui had chosen to buy a whole room to himself on this train for this particular stretch of his journey, wandering around Fiore as he was, though he was by no means affected by a particularly strong sense of wanderlust. It wasn't due to a general dislike of humans, or a general desire to be completely and utterly cut-off from the rest of the human populace, like so many teenagers so desired nowadays. Nay, Kurui's issues lay further down in his body and his mind. He desired to keep his distance from humans for the reason that was the exact opposite of hate, and he maintained keeping his distance from humans for a reason that was the exact opposite of truly wishing to be isolated and alone. He desired human contact, and he desired human warmth and comfort all the same. Born as a halfman, a half-demon, and belonging to neither of those species with a similar lack of a drive to join either clique in full, he had nonetheless grown up around humans, and, had, over the years, nurtured a certain liking for the frail, soft-skinned race that shared half of his genetic make-up. More than that, he desired humans with an animalistic hunger. A hunger that was not borne out of a craving for their company or warmth, but for their warmth that came from deeper within. Their flesh. As such, having broken his rule out of necessity, and having boarded a train, keeping an entire room to himself for the sole reason of limiting the casualties he would otherwise cause, the news that the train was about to be hijacked in an old-fashioned manner by a band of what he assumed to be only slightly above the brainless bandits that populated the countrysides of Fiore, the half-demon's mind immediately drove him into action, moving not for the sliding glass door, but for the glass window. He would've made it outside, too, had the sliding glass door not shattered before he could unlatch the window, a burly man with a rather impressive beard strolling in with a hammer clutched in his fist, his expression changing from a relaxed nonchalance to one of confusion and fear in but a moment as his eyes drew in the laid out before him Ears that belonged to a fox. Tails that belonged to a fox. And the stench of blood, human blood, sweat as steak and nearly as suffocatingly thick, that trailed around the figure. The man's end came quick, and it came fast, as the half-demon launched itself onto the unfortunate robber in a single pounce, the thick padding of muscle upon the man's burly chest proving to be altogether useless after his neck was laid open and his jugular torn. Sucking in the sweet nectar of life with an ecstatic delight, for it had hungered human flesh for a while now, Kurui looked up as the train slowed, the vaguely familiar scenery of Oshibana flashing past the window. Wiping the blood off of his face with the dead man's clothing, the hunger now momentarily suppressed by the recent feasting, Kurui shouldered his belongings and strode out of the room, depositing a small sum of jewels to make up for the shattered glass door. It wouldn't bode well to remain in the room when robbers still walked in this train, after all. |
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| Xaion | Jun 18 2014, 02:55 PM Post #3 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 18 2014, 04:16 PM Post #4 | |
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Kurui was rarely in control of his body nowadays - less, even, then when he had only just started getting exposed to the dark corrosion in his mind that invaded his sanity and daily life, courtesy of the foul, demonic blood that ran through his veins, dark as night and darker still. More often than not, the boy would wake up in shock, his clothing torn and messy, soaked in the blood of countless strangers who had fallen prey to it in an unfortunate series of events. He had screamed the first few times, crying as he was at it in a desperate plea to appeal to someone, anyone, that could help him out of his own misery. He had gotten used to it as time past and the victims only ever increased. And as time passed, the other personality within Kurui, which drew it's bloodline back to the demons of the ancients who served their own patron goddess, had established a co-dominance that surfaced at times, but rarely. This was one of those times - when Kurui was perfectly content with ripping apart a man's throat to feast on the flesh and blood that was forever sweet and supple. Belching suddenly, surprising even himself as the unexpected gesture had Kurui covering his mouth frantically out of pure, inborn reflex - now useless - the half-demon calmly walked down the length of the train, not even bothering to draw out his bow, or otherwise nock an arrow in the event that one of the train robbers would target him. It was not an act born out of foolishness, nay, that it was not. It was an act born out of a simple, bestial, primal desire to rip flesh, to tear skin, to crush bone, and to sunder life. Hearing the sounds of combat from a train car not too far from the one he was currently in, the half-demon broke into a silent grin as he sped up, running barefoot across the noisy train car, flinging the door open and launching himself at the first maybe-robber that he identified - one of a pair, wielding a sword, with his back facing Kurui as he and his partner-in-crime stared off at what Kurui assumed to be a vigilante fighting in self-defense against the train robbers in a train whose walls were plastered with panicking, shocked civilian passengers. The swordsman never stood a chance as the full brunt of Kurui crashed into him, his nails sharpened and lenghtened into claw-like lengths, and his canines growing to abnormally predatory lengths. With his right hand, Kurui tore into the man's face, digging the claw-like nails underneath the thin layer of flesh and skin on the man's left cheek, and tearing upwards, whilst the claws on his other hand sank into the man's neck, ripping out his neck and tearing through the jugular in a gesture that mirrored the death of the previous man right down to the guttural scream he gave - one which quickly fell into a pitiful gurgle of blood. Without so much of a roar, Kurui bared his teeth and sank his fangs into the man's neck, tearing off a chunk of flesh from the still-warm corpse with a quick jerk of his neck and swallowing it without as much of a thorough chewing, outright ignoring those around him as he, it, feasted once more. |
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| Xaion | Jun 18 2014, 04:40 PM Post #5 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 19 2014, 05:01 AM Post #6 | |
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The flesh was warm and stringy, the composition of the flesh being a rather unpleasant mixture of uncleaned, sweat-soaked skin, chokingly bitter hairs miniscule in nature and near-impossible to properly remove without a cooking fire, a thin layer of bland, oily fat, and sinewy muscle, whilst the throat itself provided Kurui with a rather unique texture to experience. Chewing an average of three times per mouthful, his abnormally powerful jaws with his equally abnormal fangs ripped chunk after chunk of warm, bloody flesh from the body, tearing it inside his mouth before being swallowed in clumps. The flesh was nothing special. The blood was not as sweet as Kurui would've liked. Coupled with the age of the man - nearing the end of his thirties or so, Kurui guessed from his appearance and body, it was not a meal that was particularly delectable in any sense. He preferred his meals to be younger, sweet, fresher, and softer, after all. Belching as he downed the last mouthful of flesh from the remains of the man's neck - which was, for all intents and purposes, but a mess of bone and gore now that anything bearing any remote resemblance to flesh had been stripped clean - Kurui wiped his mouth on his sleeve and stood up slowly, licking his lips as he looked around the train cart once more. It had just feasted. It was now content. The boy in front of him had no danger of being consumed, logically speaking, now that It was no longer hungry for human flesh. But the boy's age, the toned body, and the fiercely determined expression he wore that was a mixture of fear, doubt, and uncertainty - It started craving flesh once more. But Kurui was in no mood to let It run wild on a rampage within the train. It was Kurui's foil, as was Kurui to It, and within the chaotic co-dominance that rarely asserted itself in real life, Kurui shared control. Growling, he paced forwards, blood dripping from his claws and splattered on his clothes as his tails swayed in a manner akin to that of a snake facing it's prey. Kurui waited in silence, staring at the boy for a good minute before speaking. "Explain what happened. And suggest why you should be spared." |
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| Xaion | Jun 19 2014, 02:37 PM Post #7 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 19 2014, 04:34 PM Post #8 | |
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Despite himself, Kurui grinned at the rather public display of surprise and confusion, courtesy of the boy in front of him, as the half-demon's evidently completely inhuman actions up until now had somehow suggested that he was completely incapable of any human-like activity. Which was all and well, in reality, a completely fair observation in it's own right, seeing as Kurui had just submitted the boy to a rather vividly gruesome spectacle of semi-cannibalism. But that erroneous nature of the boy's obersvation remained the same. And Kurui, in all his former, gentle, caring, selfless nature that had drove him to cross over the threshold of Fairy Tail, couldn't help but grin at the sight of the spectacle - himself in his own flesh and blood, and of his own doing - serving to unnerve even the boy in front of him, who had shown a remarkable countenance in the face of danger. Danger that was both magical, and organized, as it seemed, with the foolish, weak, fragile, and disgustingly bitter batch of humans belonging to some unknown cadre of mages who thought of themselves as above the laws imposed upon them by the Fiorean government, and assumed that strength lay in numbers rather than a different cocktail of traits. Murder they may, and rob they would, but it changed nothing about the fact that merely Kurui was more than a match for it's members as they went about breaking the law. Human laws, that was. "Very well then." Growled Kurui, shouldering his pack and tightening the strap with a few deft movements before dropping down on all fours, tapping into the blood within him that housed his unnatural, demonic power. His growl grew deeper. Fuller. Truer. Thick, durable hairs of bright silver fur sprouted on his externalities, covering the majority of his limbs as his tails swayed, growing in length in conjunction with his ears. The fangs that were once his canines grew, as did the claws that were once his nails, whilst his grey eyes gave away to a tide of rushing blood-red. With a roar, he charged, easily closing miniscule gap between the boy and himself, the world seen through his twin orbs now tinted with a shade of bright crimson. Drawing closer to the fool who had gotten restrained by the hammer-wielding boy, Kurui jumped, vaulting over the unfortunate man easily even as two of his tails wrapped around the man's neck, tightening painfully around the man's skull as the halfman crashed into the sole man that remained standing, his claws rising and falling in separate, bloody flashes as the sharpened nails dug time and time again into the man's chest, piercing skin and rending flesh with the same ease a man would be granted if he were given a sword. Simultaneously applying force with his tails, he twisted both in opposite directions of one another as they constricted around the head with increasing amounts of force. He felt resistance at first - the resistance that was given by any object in this world that refused to break, to be broken. The resistance disappeared as a loud crack resonated through the train, even as the man's head drooped unnaturally to the right, the bones in his neck now bulging outwards, pressing on the skin of the neck. The two members from Prismatic Tigers - humans whom Kurui had once loved and held dear for no particular reason at all, and had never once dreamt of killing out of his free will - were dead by his own hands. "Next." It smiled. Edited by Gale, Jun 19 2014, 04:34 PM.
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| Xaion | Jun 19 2014, 05:26 PM Post #9 | |
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| 栄 Gale | Jun 22 2014, 04:54 AM Post #10 | |
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Kurui wasn’t sure what he really wanted to do. Helping people in need was an act that he had multiple experiences with before his psychosis had deteriorated to an unbelievably dangerous state - thanks to the cursedly powerful and determined blood that ran in his veins. Rather, the selfless act of helping people, of defending the weak and guarding the frail, had been a task impose on himself by both his mother’s upbringing, and Fairy Tail’s own general consensus. If it were the Kurui a year younger than the one now, he would have no doubts about himself in this situation. But times had changed, and as the times changed, so did the people. The Kurui standing in front of the boy, Xaion, was no longer the kind-hearted, confused, selfless demo-demon striving to achieve the most basic values of humanity, but an individual slowly drowning in the deep, bottomless chasm carved into his mind by his own indecisiveness and weakness. The Kurui now was just as likely to eat Xaion as he was to eat another bandit, the act of eating humans now being no more unpleasant than the thought of butchering a live pig and feasting upon it’s flesh. And it was no secret that Xaion looked tasty - far more delectable than the bandits lying around in various states of defeat. ”Kurui.” Voiced the half man in a coarse, low growl as he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, his eyes glaring firstly at Xaion himself, then around him, twin crimson orbs scanning each and every crevice before returning to focus on Xaion, Kurui’s hands grasping and readying his bow even as his eyes were active, the color having shifted back to the original grey. ”Just leave the stragglers to station security - they’ve already failed, anyhow.” Grinning widely at the mention of failure, Kurui made sure to deliberately reveal his fangs as he nocked a bow, his eyes still focused on Xaion. Drawing the bowstring to the limits of his strength, the hanyou spun on his right heel with an abrupt series of motions, his tails pushing against the blood-soaked station floor to move him - giving his rotation seemingly little warning. His arm snapped up as he aimed for a brief second, releasing the arrow from his grasp moments later, the fletching brushing against his cheek as it flew forth, embedding itself in the wall of the train car further down the aisle. A stifled gasp was heard as the arrow impacted against the decorated wall. Grinning even wider yet, delighted that his suspicions were confirmed, Kurui turned back to Xaion, his delicately handsome features now a warped vision of pure, unfiltered bloodlust. ”Shame that those guys aren’t going out with a boom, isn’t it.” Less than half a second after his words were spoken, the end of the train cart - starting with the arrow as an epicenter, was engulfed in an explosive ball of heat and fire, the explosive force rattling the glass windows, shattering some, and blowing apart anything within five meters of the arrow. The roar of fire was accompanied by the screams of pain. |
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