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Open Washing Off The Sin

Discussion in 'Silverwood' started by The Creature, May 4, 2018.

  1. The Creature

    The Creature Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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    May 7th

    The Creature needed to get away from the city, with everything going on he was drawing too much attention to Jaji and the rest of those living in the cistern. He made sure to get as far away as possible, he hadn't told Jaji he was leaving he simply walked off into the night with a short note telling her why. She had been a good friend but he needed to get out of there for their sake and to clear his mind. The Creature looked down into the almost crystal clear pond and knelled down, cupping some of the water and sipped some of the cool liquid. His throat was dried and inflamed from the hours of walking. He didn't need sleep but some smaller comforts were always welcome, staying warm, dry, and quenched. He dipped his head into the water and drank mouthful after mouthful of the cool liquid. Finally when his powerful lungs had lost it's supply of air he pulled his head free from the pond and gasped down lungfuls of air. He fell back and looked across the pond, looking for movements beneath the armor. His stomach was empty and he wasn't sure he needed food but he did enjoy the feeling of eating, the flavors, and that feeling of fullness that came with it.

    But the fish were small and would be difficult to gut with just a sharpened stone at his disposal. No he'd need something larger, and then he saw it. A stag, silver furred and with long curved horns, approaching him slowly, animals always seemed to have an affinity towards him, they never ran when he got close. Some guilt was in his stomach at the idea of what he planned for the stag, seemingly offering friendship. Had he chased it down with a bow or spear he would have felt like he was just doing what he must to get a meal. This felt...distasteful. The Stag lowered it's nose to sniff his hand and with his free hand he stroked it's fur and as it started to nuzzle his hand he grabbed one of it's antlers and clamped his other hand around it's muzzle and twisted until he heard it's neck break.

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    He used the pond to wash the blood from his hands, he'd gotten as much meat as he could off the bones, no use letting his betrayal go to waste. He built a small fire and roasted the meat on a spit. He sat by the fire and slowly turned his makeshift roast until he heard someone approaching. While he was still by no means the strangest creature in all of Pandora he still would rather avoid people so he quickly climbed the nearest tree and hid among the the thick lower branches.
     
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  2. Hellboy

    Hellboy Hellboy

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    Hellboy had only been in Pandora for... what, two days? Three? The days were starting to blur together since he’d wandered into this forest, and that wasn’t good. It was obviously enchanted, the paths twisting and turning seemingly without rhyme or reason. But it wasn’t the first time he’d gotten lost and it wouldn’t be the last, either. Last time, at least there’d been bananas. Sort of. Who’d have thought banana trees could be haunted?

    He continued walking, his hooves dragging through the dirt. It’d be a good idea to settle down under a tree and get some shut-eye, but sleeping on an empty stomach would just leave him tossing and turning and unable to sleep. Maybe he ought to catch a rabbit or something, ‘cause at this rate he wasn’t going to find his way out of here anytime soon.

    Almost as if someone had just read his mind, he caught a whiff of cooking meat on the air. That could only mean there was someone out here, someone who’d been hunting and was already dining. Hellboy’s stomach rumbled uncomfortably, and he decided to venture towards the smell despite the risk. Maybe he could persuade whoever it was to part with some, if it was... well, if it was something normal like rabbit or stag or whatever.

    He’d seen some pretty weird ass things in his time.

    Just as he reached the small clearing, spotting what appeared to be the remains of a stag roasting over a fire, he heard a rustling and saw a shape disappear up a tree. Frowning, he approached it slowly, cautiously. “Hello?” he tried, feeling pretty goddamn stupid calling out like that. But his eyes -- eye, rather; he’d surrendered his left eye to Baba Yaga not that long ago -- trailed up the tree, spotting a monstrous form.

    “Crap,” he hissed, hand darting to his gun. But then he realized that the guy wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was just staring at him. Hell, the guy had scrambled up a tree when he heard Hellboy approach, and that was pretty telling.

    “You doing okay up there, pal?” he called out again, hands dropping to his sides.

     
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  3. The Creature

    The Creature Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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    The Creature watched from the tree as the...demon came into view,. Well now scaring him seemed pointless seeing as how he didn’t seem like the sort to actually be scared by the likes of him. He had already gargled some of the black swill he kept on him for dramatic effect and the black fluid could already be seen trailing down his lips. He looked at the demon when it called out and froze when it looked at him and it’s hand went for a weapon. He spat the black fluid out and roared to try and get a dramatic effect and drop down on him. But then he stopped and The Creature just looked at him. “...Dammit, always using that filth on those it doesn’t work on.” He dropped down and walked to he ponds edge, kneeling down and using the water to clean his mouth out. He stood up and looked back to the demon. This was...embarassing. It always was when he was stuck with someone who wasn’t scared of him and wouldn’t just run off and leave him alone.

    “That was...humiliating.”
     
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    Hellboy Hellboy

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    Right, okay. The roar was a little surprising, but once it was clear the guy wasn’t going to do anything funny, Hellboy stepped back to give him some space to climb down. Whatever the hell that black fluid was, it stank like rotting flesh. Or no... actually, that was the guy... monster... creature... thing? Well, whatever he was, he was vaguely humanoid, missing nose and all.

    “Yeah, it was pretty disgusting,” he agreed, wrinkling his own nose. He took a step closer to the fire, more to breathe in the cooking meat than the rotting meat or... come to think of it, the guy looked a hell of a lot like a zombie. Only, he didn’t seem to be the brain-eating, slow-shambling kind. And Hellboy had enough tact to know it’d be pretty goddamn rude to ask.

    “You planning on eating all of that?” he asked instead, eyeing the meat.

     
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  5. The Creature

    The Creature Mary Shelley's Frankenstein

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    The demon made no attempts to hide what he was interested in, he wanted some of his meal. Which was fine he wouldn’t eat too much of it himself so he might as well have someone else to share it with. “Well it has been proven multiple times when it comes to humans I am best left alone without them.” The Creature stopped to his knees and pried some meat off the spit and tossed it to his guest. He bit off a chunk of his own, the heat was barely an issue for him and his deadened nerves. And even without any sort of marinade outside the deers own juices the meat was filling. He closed his eyes as he felt his hunger disappear.

    He looked up at the demon and licked his lips clean. “Although I don’t suppose that will be an issue seeing as I doubt you have many problems with appearance.”
     
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    “Can’t really argue with that,” he admitted, catching whatever meat the guy tossed his way with his stone hand. He almost snorted, thinking back to all the crazy things people had said about it over the years, and wondering how they’d react if they knew he was catching meat with it. Joke was on them.

    “Thanks,” he added, plopping down on the ground next to the fire and taking a bite. It was hot, but good. Not like the heat ever bothered him, but it could’ve used some paprika or something. “Nah,” he agreed around a mouthful of meat. “Know a few guys you’d fit right in with.”

    But he was right, for all that Hellboy didn’t mind. People weren’t kind, not when it came to those who were different. They tended to stare, or say cruel things. Sometimes both. Hellboy had never really let it bother him, but he’d also had it better than others, like Abe. Poor Abe. The demonic was familiar to people, if unsettling. But creatures of the deep -- hell, even creatures like the guy sitting in front of him -- were another matter entirely.

    “Name’s Hellboy,” he offered, licking his flesh fingers free of meat juices. “You?”

     
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