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 Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 12:06 am
Awaaaay
Halloween. Dear god. All those kids, all those pets, all those wishes...he could not stay here, not when the curse was still fresh. He escaped his darkened cell beneath the patio of any old house right at dusk. From there, he left in no particular direction but forward and away. That was his goal. Away. It would be in this far away place that Connor would feel distanced from the noise. Those angry sounds that cluttered his thoughts only when he entered the city with all its people. The sinful images that plagued him when the fine fur of a fellow kit staggered by...
It had been such a nice town to live in, too! Before whatever...nonsense occurred, the village was peaceful, and in the most positive of ways it left nothing to the imagination. How things got as bad as they did, Connor could no longer say. At one time he believed he knew the cause of all this, he could recall his past life and how joyous times were then. Now, all the Wish could put together was that his stomach rumbled and needed a meal.
He often had thoughts that suggested consciousness, of course. He was not one of those mindless goons just yet; luckily, he still had time. The exact amount could be debated, since so much time had passed already. Would tonight be the last time he looked to the moon with a genuine thirst for water and genuine hunger for berries and tuna? Oh, what woeful webs fate weaved.
He approached the banks of a river, having traveled out of town and into an overgrown forest. It flanked the living world like the hair to an armpit, sort of jackknifed in place and was barren of any breathing soul.
Connor looked into the waters glassy surface and shuddered. One eye was nearly gone while the other rolled occasionally. Nothing on his face worked like it used to. Those beautiful contours he once had were now lumped or broken off completely. He stared at the way his ear crooked to one side. How the hairs on his head fell in clumps down to earth...he was hideous.
At least here no one would see him. Connor had no need for sleep lately, he just desired food. Not any kind of food either, but a specific type...plucking a berry off the closest bush he could find, Connor slipped it into his mouth only to watch it fall through the gap in his jaw.
"Shooooooouuurrrght..." Wouldn't have tasted good anyways. Tonight was going to be a loooong one.
((Connor is in my sig! <3 ))
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 10:47 pm
Approaching towns was always tricky.
The wind never really ceased, after all. When you had the ear to listen, it could tease a flurry of little details about pressures and heat and shifting grains and scurrying creatures out of an apparently barren desert. Too many Wishes and people, with their odd little customs and complicated needs, became a flood of a thousand small but insistent voices that drowned out anything else. If Surinen wasn't careful, it would be a week before she could remember her own name.
So she'd made her approach through this tenacious strip of wilderness. The air was calmer here, contained by the dense canopy, and if the goddess concentrated she could strain little echoes of conversation and images of people in exotic dress (had fashion changed so much?) from the multitude. Soon she would be able to walk these streets too, after years of roaming.
And it had been going fine, until her senses had been assaulted by this... smell. Her nose wrinkled, though Suri seemed more curious than disgusted. She was no stranger to corpses, but this smelled different, somehow.
The gods have been at their play, the wind whispered; she closed her eyes to listen as a fetid breeze teased at her fur. Blood-play, death no longer the end, nightmared souls adrift and shambling corpses awalk. Monsters, they call them.
Monsters, huh? Monsters Suri had seen aplenty in her travels - but not Wishes who wore a second skin. Not Wishes whose blood had chilled and congealed and who walked the nights, or whose flesh was bloated by flies and the sun. Dimly she thought she remembered old legends about such creatures (although the zombies of those were somewhat different, weren't they?), but with her faltering concentration the wind had flooded in once more. The memory was slipping from her grasp-!
Then she grinned, and the air currents around her rippled and lashed eagerly in response. It was always easier to concentrate when she could focus on her own senses, and the stench's source, though masked by the scent of water, was close by! Faster than thought Suri had darted between two trees and was on the riverbank, giving a disarmingly friendly wink to the bright figure on the other side.
"Hullo, who're you then?"
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