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Post by Wyndbain on Aug 1, 2011 14:05:47 GMT -6
The shores along the vast island were calm and peaceful. There hadn't been much wind lately and any storms had been traveling eastward, well away from disturbing the serene beauty of the Koto Shoku territory. A small shape in the waves, dwarfed by the size of the island, submerged and surfaced with the ebb and flow of the water while making his way towards shore. From a distance, the figure wasn't anything out of the ordinary, aside from the fact that a wolf was randomly swimming about in the ocean. However, when he came in closer to shore, as he crept up along the sloping sands and left the ocean's cover, his lower half became all too noticeable and disturbing. His lower jaw, along the belly side of his neck and everything below his chest was nothing but bare bones with scraps of flesh and muscle hanging down. The fur on his top half fluffed out as he shook himself dry, looking even more unusual when the motion reached his bare skeleton of a tail and shook that as well. With empty sockets where his eyes should have been, he gazed over the beach in curiosity and some sorrow, though his ever grinning jaw of bone gave no hint of grief.
"An island, huh?" He turned his head one way and then the next, feeling a pang in his heart at the memory of his own home, much like this one it had been an island surrounded on all sides by water. "Brings back...good time."
He spoke solemnly to himself, well aware that no one was around to answer him. Though even if there had been someone else around, he figured no one would want to answer such a terrifying and bizarre creature as he. Rather, he figured they may be running instead.
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Post by Mama Z on Aug 2, 2011 16:16:57 GMT -6
'Back off you goddamn fire ball!"
Okay so the words weren't the most pleasant in a world like this. But nor was the rather large male of a wolf that was currently running after him...and was on fire. And not just a bit of smoke, any minute now the brute would be falling and dying. Bastard must have been on something because Fuoco was running as fast as he could to avoid the son of a biscuit.
There he had been minding his own business when the guy approached. Cocky and full of hot air. Words were exchanged and in the end, Fuoco managed to get a hit on him. Which was what lead to this chase. Black paws were hitting the dirt as fast as he could, avoiding roots and shrubs as much as possible. Finally, the brute tripped and exhaled one last breath before crashing, his body smoldering still. Fuoco was panting as he looked at what had just happened.
In the end, he inhaled through his nose sharply and stuck his chest out with pride. 'Yup. Knew I could do it.' HE looked around then paused when he saw the wolf near by. Black eyes looked him over for a moment then to the dead body, then back to the wolf. 'Not a friend of yours I hope.' [/color][/size] |
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Post by Wyndbain on Aug 2, 2011 18:24:34 GMT -6
The beach had been pretty much quiet, so it came as a sudden shock to him when a burst of flame ran into his sight. He stood quietly, watching the short chase and eventually tilting his head when the curious wolf halted close by, followed by his pursuer who had only stopped after dropping dead. Cobellows tilted his head down in surprise, looking over the body of the charred wolf as the other motioned at the scene and even spoke to him. He could only think to look at the fur and face of the individual before shaking his head.
"No. I do not know anyone around here, I hope." As he spoke, the visible vocal cords at the back of his ripped throat vibrated and moved with each syllable, possibly making for a rather grotesque distraction while he spoke. It had occurred to him that the other wolf hadn't said anything about his appearance, or rather had not actually run away in terror as most things did, shocked to discover that he was pretty much a walking, living and breathing corpse. He was curious to know how he kept calm, yet feared to bring anything up should it only be something that, once pointed out, would become known and then the usual reaction would occur.
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Post by Mama Z on Aug 2, 2011 19:18:42 GMT -6
The wold didn't claim to know him and Fuoco relaxed with a sigh. 'Oh thank God.' He plopped down on his butt and looked at the corpse then back to Cobellows. This time, he really got a good look at him. The surprise was showing on his face and his eyes looked up to the others face.
His tail flickered for a moment as his gaze traveled back down the others body then up again. 'You aren't like..an angel of death are you? Or a zombie? Cause I've dealt with zombies before, not pleasant beings at all.' He shifted and he licked his lips, 'You aren't here to like kill me are you? Cause I told Fyra I'd come back whole and healthy. She'd go nuts without me.' If she wasn't already nuts that is. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Wyndbain on Aug 12, 2011 22:26:42 GMT -6
Cobellows was shaking his head before he had even spoken, tendrils of muscle and fur that hung down from his neck swinging with the motion.
"I don't believe I am. Zombies are creatures that have already died, correct? Even though I look like this, I am positive I have not died before. I was once, simply a, normal wolf, so to speak. So neither am I an angel of death." The shaking of his head suddenly changed direction, as he began agreeing with himself and verifying what he said with nods of his skeletal maw.
Without eyes to guide his gaze, it was difficult for those looking at him to know whether or not he was looking at them as well or if he could even see them at all. Cobellows however, had his head turned in the direction of the wolf before him.
"It has been some time since I have had the pleasure of introducing myself to another, but I am Cobellows, an unfortunate wolf in search of an end to my curse." He paused for a moment to let Fuoco answer before speaking again, with general curiosity.
"Is Fyra your mate? Or do I ask too boldly?"
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Post by Mama Z on Sept 11, 2011 12:09:29 GMT -6
He wasn't dead so that didn't make him a zombie. Good. He didn't feel like being eaten. He was normal. Er, slightly normal. He shifted slightly, feeling uneasy around this wolf. He was so...well gross.
Yeah gross was a great word to describe it. Then he admitted to being cursed and Fuoco nodded. Fair enough. 'My name's Fuoco. Don't worry though, I don't plan on sticking around long enough for you need to remember it.' He shifted again and the question let out a snort, 'No. Fuoco settles down for no one. Besides, I don't think Fyra's multiple personalities would want me sticking around for forever either.' Of course, that was a slight lie. There was something between them but he doubted they would ever admit to anything like that. [/color][//size] |
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Post by Wyndbain on Sept 11, 2011 12:47:00 GMT -6
Cobellows was nodding again, unknowingly wiggling a loose strand of fur near his neck. Though it stopped when it suddenly stuck to the slightly wet muscles along his neck. "It seems we all have our own troubles."
As Cobellows moved around, the bottom of his feet clicked against stones on the ground, an unusual sound much different than simply claws on rock, but bone scraping the ground and tapping along when hitting the more solid stones. His tail was wagging and swinging about a few loose tendons as well. "Would you require any assistance? I find that having an ally about can make things go more smoothly, if you are in some need of it that is."
Though his exposed jaw bone drew his muzzle into an unending smile, Cobellows' brows pulled together into a worried expression above his empty sockets. "Or..mayhaps not, but I do understand. I had found a traveling companion once before, though it wasn't long before she told me she could no longer stand the sight of me. Perhaps I am too used to my grotesque appearance to think that others may become sick at the very sight of me."
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