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| Topic Started: Sep 22 2014, 06:40 AM (1,183 Views) | |
| Morti | Sep 22 2014, 06:40 AM Post #1 |
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Embodiment of Pandemonium/Aspect of Sacrifice
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The human concept of time did not fall in line with Zeph's perception. Sure he was able to tell how long he had slumbered, also how long it was to walk from one place to another. However, the changing of seasons was something far beyond him as he could not tell the difference from the season it had been when he had awoken and what it was now. Perhaps there was no difference, perhaps it was the exact opposite. Regardless, he still found himself curious about it was he wander aimlessly amongst the lavender trees. After the events with the demonic hordes in Magnolia, Zeph had found himself complied to return to the oddly colored forest. At first, he was unsure as to why. Now that he was there, it was apparent. He was searching for the woman with the gold blonde hair whose singing had originally drawn him to this place. After facing beings that he would've once called his brethern, he felt more confused than ever as to where he stood in this world. Without hesitation nor regret, Zeph had cut his own kin down. True, he took no joy in killing them, but there was no remorse about it either. It was the fact that he felt absolutely nothing about it, that bothered him so much. Humans were always feeling one of their ridiculous emotions, and yet here he was, reborn as a human, and feeling none of them. It was true that after the slaughter he had become angry with one of the men he had fought alongside, but it was unrelated to his confliction now. So here he was, tredding silently through the Lavender Forest like a crimson haired ghost, once again. Eventually, the young man stopped, tipping his parasol back slightly as his burnt orange eyes gazed upwards at the canopy of leaves above. The sun barely penetrated it as it began to set on the hidden horizon. Satisfied with the lack of current light, Zeph folded up his black parasol, simply holding it to his side as he gazed around the trees. Spotting one thats roots slightly curved around like a small nest, Zeph moved to it and sat at its base. Laying his head back against the trunk, he sat silently, just watching the forest move on its own. He would have been fine fading away right there, but there was something, or someone, that would soon catch his attention. |
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| BadluckCat | Sep 26 2014, 05:01 AM Post #2 |
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Mr. Whiskers was on the hunt in the Lavender forest. Usually he just traveled aimlessly, but when he saw this prey he had to hunt it. It was only natural for him almost as if it were instinct. He ran through the woods closely on its tail as it darted to the left and to the right doing its best to lose the cat man, but it was no use because Whiskers had the speed advantage and was mostly just playing with the prey. This game of tag was coming to an end but not as you would expect. First, the prey was nothing more than a field mouse mining its own business when whiskers decided to make him his snack. Secondly, this mouse happened to find a hole in a tree while Whiskers was playing with him and dove down into the hole. Whiskers tried to reach after him and grab him but his big hands were in his way. He was also going to fast and happened to crash into the tree that the mouse had gone after. His head hit against it with a thud as he came to an abrupt stop. Mr. Whiskers could feel his tiny prey laughing at him as he rubbed his head with the back of his right hand. Whiskers hissed at the hole in the tree before beginning his way around the tree. Little did he know the tree that he slammed into happened to be the sleeping place of a man. |
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| Morti | Sep 26 2014, 05:20 AM Post #3 |
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Zeph did not dream, or, at least, not the same way humans did. When he slept, images came to him in violent jags of bright lights and loud sounds. It was almost as if his mind couldn't properly translate what it was trying to convey, in a way for his conscious mind to understand. Sometimes he thought he could hear the voice of Lord Zeref, but he was never able to make out what it was that was being said to him. He was sure though, that whatever it was, must have been important. Why else would his Father have ever communicated with him after his creation? Of course, these dreams were suddenly interrupted when a very loud thud rang through his body. Orange eyes shooting open, they instantly began to scan the area trying to find the source of the vibration he had felt, and sound. Zeph had not even realized he had fallen asleep, on of the many things that humans needed to do that still made no sense to him. It wasn't long before his eyes fell onto the individual that had crashed into his tree. At first, he thought it was a man, but that was evidently not right as he was simply humanoid in form, but did not actually have one hundred percent human features. He watched him for a moment, before he spoke to it, "Are you alright?" His voice, though the question was genuine, was void of any actual emotion, as empty as his eyes. In all honesty, he didn't know what else to say. The art of conversation was not exactly his forte, but he was slowly getting better at it. There must have been something wrong with the creature to have collided with the tree at such velocity to begin with. Even while voicing his question of concern, his hand gripped his parasol to ensure it was nearby, just in case he needed his blade in a pinch. Always assume hostility. A rule that did not change, no matter what world he was in. |
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| BadluckCat | Sep 26 2014, 07:07 AM Post #4 |
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Whiskers was surprised to see another person there and had hoped that he had not seen him crash into the tree. He did not really feel any shame in the act itself, but that he could have eaten the mouse earlier and chose to play with it. While he was beating himself up internally for his loss of a meal he suddenly remembered he was not alone. Whiskers then perked up his ears a bit as the man asked him a question. The question was plain and seemed to have no emotion not that Whiskers would be able to tell or mind the difference. He looked himself over real quick making sure everything was in the right place and that nothing was missing before answering the man. "Yes." He could have tried to talk more or continue the conversation, but that thought never occurred to him. He was asked a question so he gave an answer clear and simple. Then whiskers noticed that the man was reaching for his umbrella. Annabelle had one of those, hers was pink. She only ever used it in the rain so Whiskers looked up but could not see much through the trees. As far as he could tell though it was not raining so he had to ask," Is it raining?" the question may have seemed a bit weird but it was the way his mind worked. Otherwise why would the man need the umbrella. Whiskers kept looking up with his ears shifting around as he waited for an answer because he did not want to get caught in the rain. Regardless of form he did not like to be caught in the water. |
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| Morti | Sep 27 2014, 12:45 AM Post #5 |
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Zeph blinked in mild surprise. Most humans, when asked anything, seemed to continue to talk on and on and on, well after the initial inquiry was fully answered. So, although, it was odd to receive such a short anwser, he quite liked it oppose to the alternative. What did no surprise him though, was when the question was put to him about whether or not it was raining out. He assumed that the creature had notice him reaching for his parasol. From what he understood, humans typically used such an accessory to keep themselves dry when it would rain out, so it was understandable that he would ask Zeph this questions. The answer was simple, and he would answer it such. "It is not," he responded shortly, holding the parasol between them, one hand on the center, the other at the end of the handle. With a swift twist of his wrist there is a low click sound and he slowly pulls his sword free, just enough to make the blade obviously visible. "I do not know if you are friend or foe. I always assume hostile intentions," He explained before sheathing the blade and locking it back into place within the parasol. Placing it by his side again, he stared at the creature for a moment before putting forward another questions "What are you?" |
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| BadluckCat | Sep 27 2014, 05:56 AM Post #6 |
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Whiskers let out a deep sigh of relief as the man told him it was not raining. Whiskers was glad it was not raining those his ears perked up again as the man started to unsheathe the blade hidden in the parasol. Whiskers hands stiffened for a moment readying his claws to strike and his gaze sharpened at his possible foe. He did notice however that the man was only displaying the blade and seemed to have no intention of using it. It took a lot to calm himself back down but after a few moments his hands released and his gaze widened. You would think instantly going into a combat state would be a bad thing, but in his case it was a natural impulse. In a natural environment the first few moments decided fight or flight and this would save a creatures life. His new form made him realize that was not always the best but fighting your nature is hard. Having calmed down he had missed most of what the man had said, but he did catch the question he asked. Once again he was asked what he was. He did not really know the answer to that question anymore but he did know who he was and what he once was so he thought he would say that." I am Whiskers, I was cat. What are you?" He didn't particularly want to know but he was learning about human speech and thought that since he was asked he should ask him. Edited by BadluckCat, Sep 27 2014, 07:16 AM.
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| Morti | Sep 28 2014, 01:24 AM Post #7 |
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"A... Cat?" The word was foreign to Zeph. He had no idea what a cat was. Was it some kind of title or position? Or perhaps that was the name of the kind of creature he was, after all, he was obviously not human. Well, it was obvious to Zeph, but that may have been because he himself was not always human. However, his confusion on what a cat was would have to wait until another day, because for now he needed to focus on what was going on between the two of them... Which wasn't actually that much. Whisker's returning question was an understandable one, as Zeph had not introduced himself. It was possible he was simply mirroring the question because he had said it, but there was no way to really be sure of that. "I am referred to as Zeph. I was a demon of Lord Zeref," He stated with his usual calm and indifference. He doubted that Whisker's would understand what he said, or at least would understand about as much as Zeph had understood what he had said, which is just another way to say absolutely nothing. There was a moment of silence while the two of them seemed to just be staring at one another. It made Zeph wonder if this was what it was like for the people who spoke with him, being confronted by the stare of a man who was a stranger to the world around him. It made him wonder how he could change that about himself. Unfortunetly he had absolutely no idea what would need to be done. Despite the awkwardness of the encounter, though neither of them seemed to feel it, Zeph did feel that he had felt a sort of kindred-spirit within the creature before him. It would seem, that he was no the only one that was out of place in the world. Edited by Morti, Oct 18 2014, 06:23 AM.
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Oct 18 2014, 09:21 PM Post #8 |
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