Shinkou's First Threat: The Return of Ghost

[Kikuyoshi]

Characters so far:

- Ghost's Slave; she carries out Ghost's orders without question no matter how horrific they are, however, unlike his other minions, she is capable of feeling emotion however she is not able to express it.


-Ghost's Girl minions: These creatures are born from his blood as soon as it hits the ground. They are mindless and unfeeling, however their screams during birth are horrificly painful.

Ghost: I'm hoping you all realize that he's the picture below xD

The brittle ground ached to be relieved by means of rainwater, the cracked mud almost bleeding for the earth hurt so bad in this particular area. Yet the sky continued to play it's cruel trick on the soil just below, for stormclouds did swell in terribly frightening bunches, but yet it refused to become the ground's savior.

It was here that a certain creature was once more born into the living world, his thirst for pain above all things driving him to continue to be a blemish on the skin of mother earth. Crookedly evil was he, that the only thing that could sustain his lifeforce, was to rip apart the body of a living creature, their terrified screams filling him with immense pleasure and greed, for he would only wish to listen more. A demon among demons, for he was even lower than what they would go to.

As a shadow, he moved through the brittle foliage, stalking his prey all the while, putrid, horrible thoughts waisting away in his rotten mind, festering and blistering until they were uttered out through his mouth in what seemed only to be delerious ramblings of a more horrible sort. "Blood...the warm flesh of a child." a pause "i want to feel it...smell the stink, chew on the innocent. RIP THEM APART!" his last words shreiked outward in a burst of pure bliss, his hand raking forward to ensnare the life of a younger pup whom had wandered away from his mother. It was easier for him to snap the neck clean, yes, but not at all satisfying. Slowly he punctured through the pups paw with one of his fingernails, pinning the poor creature to the ground. It was here that the crunching of bones could be heard, followed by terrible, horrific screams that could only be issued out of an innocent mouth. It was here that the first sacrifice had been made in order to give this being a real body.

Moments later, the pale figure of a man stood up from the underbrush, his entire body pale like some sort of disease, while his hair, silver in coloration, conceiled his gaze. Blood dripped from every inch of his person, from the black wings that were sprouted from his back, to the horns atop his head. A greusome grin decorated his lips as he held the head of the now decapitated whelp, his fingers gently petting it behind the ears as he spoke one more. "your blood was delicious....little one." The skull now shattered in his fisted hand, spraying more thick red liquid onto the body of this monster. "But i want more..."

[Aveilthé]

OOC: I'll join later. XD I can't now. No time. Good plottish so far, though. =Shivers with anticipation=

[Kikuyoshi]

Steal a soul for a second chance
But you will never become a man

My chosen torture makes me stronger
In a life that craves the hunger
A Freedom and a quest for life
Until the end the judgment night

Bless me with your gift of light
Righteous cause on judgment night
Feel the sorrow the light has swallowed
Feel the freedom like no tomorrow

Stepping forth a cure for soul's demise
Reap the tears of the victim’s cries
Yearning more to hear the suffer (of a)
Of a demon as I put it under

Killed before, a time to kill them all
Passed down the righteous law
Serve a justice that dwells in me
Lifeless corpse as far as the eye can see

Days had dried up like raisens since the comming of this sin and it seemed not a soul was the wiser. It was just the way -he- liked it, and throughout the duration of this period of calm, it allowed his mind to plunge further into darkened thoughts, each one that rose more disturbing than the last and like disgusting word vomit, they chose to spew from his mouth in juicy chunks as he scoured the lands in search for his next prey.

"I'll cut them-RIP THEM..." Another pause as blood heavy wings on his back flared out slightly due to rising excitement, and in the process, sprayed a sticky mess of blood all over the ground, the head of a woman rolling away from this creature's body to rest silently on the cold earth, both her eyes and mouth open in pure terror in a silent scream. It was here Ghost began to chuckle, it's pace picking up until it shreiked over the heavens, an eerie, high pitched wail that was unnatural to hear in the middle of the wilderness. "Kill them! KILL THEM ALL!" His body quickly hunched over as though he was about to actually throw up, his fingernails raking the sides of his face, drawing out even more blood while he shook with immense pleasure. His mouth opened again, and instead of insane babble, he let out a high pitched though masculine scream simply to quench his thirst for the sound. Make no mistake, anyone around the area would have heard him by now...but wheather they would get there and deal with him was another thing. It was during these periods he had the urge to kill more than ever, and the next to set foot near him would most probably end up being a victim and the next to paint his body and wings a deep crimson.

[Felypsa]

oOc| i'mma jump in...hope you don't mind if i give the dead pup a random name...and pretend he had a life before his murder.

It had been quite some days since Charr, one of Tyke’s friends and playmates, had been seen. Tyke, whose outward appearance was a young pup with cream-colored fur and bright golden eyes, was worried. But he did not tell any of the adults—the Alphas, Betas, or Guardians. Even though Tyke feared the worst, he did not want to get them involved just yet. So he set off for himself, his sharp eyes peeled for any sign of Charr. All the laughter was gone from his face. Tyke wondered if he would have to resort to his hidden power—and hoped not. The situation couldn’t be that bad…

Tyke had not traveled too far from the packlands when the terrible screech was sounded. Instead of shrinking back, however, he picked up his pace, running with the energy and ease only a pup his size could muster. He was certain he knew of Charr’s fate now, but he did not turn back—whatever it was had to be confronted before it reached the rest of the pack. Tyke sensed that he was getting closer to the creature, and switched his course so that he was hidden behind a boulder and some trees. He peered around the rock and saw the most bloodied, pallid, terrible beast he’d ever laid eyes on. Sacrifice, the pup thought. Charr was a sacrifice. This creature’s bloodlust is unstoppable now… Tyke waited to see what this ghost would do next.

oOc| yeah, the reason Tyke doesn't think like a pup is because, well, he isn't exactly one...if you're interested, check out my profiles. ahem. anyway. sorry for the interruption. carry on.

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(OOC: Sorreh for the interruption, but he's a hot litle snarfbob, in my opinion. Isn't he smexy? -asks the entire audience-)

[Kikuyoshi]

Steps were taken in slow procession, the very ground beneath his feet almost weeping as he neared the skull of his female victim, her flesh still intact with the bone. In fact, it would appeare that the job had just been recently done as her blood scented a fresh smell and dripped off her severed neck when he reached over to lift it up by her hair alone. Slowly he brought the cranium of the deceased to his eye level, a tongue gently flitting out to lick a dribble of blood that had been running down the side of her cheek. It was an odd ritual to have been audience to, for he seemed to become infatuated with the object he now held in his hands. His entire body shuddered with the surge of pleasure and in turn, he eventually placed his lips onto her frozen ones, his nails digging into her already dead flesh and drawing out any last remanents of blood that might still linger.

However, this was not the only purpose it would seem for Ghost to partake in such an odd and disturbing course of pleasure, for the instant he withdrew from the grotesque kiss, and her head fell with a sickening crunch to the ground once more, her very skull began to glow with a faint white light, almost as if it were nothing but fog. Twitching in an almost violent mannor, the skull began to mysteriously regain a body, put together by any portion of earth that blood had been spilt onto, until at last, a female figure was reached. A servent and nothing more.

The grin that reached Ghost's face was nothing short of immensly creepy, for his mouth was stained crimson, fitting quite nicely with the rest of his body. Yet, no matter how covered in blood he was, his eyes had yet to show through the veil of his hair...but even that would be reveiled in time.

[Kikuyoshi]

phoenix said:

(OOC: Sorreh for the interruption, but he's a hot litle snarfbob, in my opinion. Isn't he smexy? -asks the entire audience-)

lmao...i suppose he's not that bad looking xD -tried to touch his muscles but gets her hand torn off in the process and watches in horror as he sucks the blood dry from the removed appendage- eh...heh heh -twitches and scurries away-

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(OOC// that's gotta hurt. Sriun would adore him. -pats sriun who drools over 'ghost'- o.o')

[Felypsa]

oOc| forgive me if i'm wrong, but ghost doesn't seem like the type of person to be involved in a relationship with...i'm thinking that maybe his obsession with killing and drinking blood and all such morbid things is a slight turn-off...that could just be me, though...

Tyke recoiled in utmost horror upon witnessing this ritual. Never in all his life had he seen anything near as gruesome as what this hideous ghost seemed to be doing presently. Tyke felt the urge to be sick, and only his desire not to be discovered prevented himself from having to see his meals again. It was a hard personal battle, however. Despite himself, Tyke began to back away slowly from this display of pleasure-seeking, this schadenfreude, this binding of the dead…he began to think that perhaps it was not such a good idea to come chasing Charr’s destroyer, secret power or no. The best thing Tyke should do, he figured, was to get back to the packlands and find a Guardian immediately—preferably the Alphas. Once he’d made up his mind that this was a real, terrifying threat unlike anything that came before, he began to slink quietly and quickly back the way he’d come—except for that gods-blasted twig that always seems to crack at the worst time. Tyke froze for half a moment, hearing the dead giveaway, and knowing that the ghost-thing would hear it too. Then, he did the only logical thing—he ran away as fast as he could on his short legs, hoping against hope that the beast would not be able to catch up with him.

oOc| ...it just had to happen...

[Deleted]

(OOC: No, I'm sure he's not into commitment stuff.... ;D)

[Kikuyoshi]

((anyone interested in ghost...well, he'd probably go along with it for a little while just to lure them in and then slaughter them. And then he would take their flesh and use it to wash with while he bathed in their blood...leaving it for later when he could then drink it. I'm sure he could think of other things to do with their bodies...but i really don't think you care to hear about something like that, nor would i really like to type it, even though the thought has already crossed my mind xD))

don’t be aroused
by my confession
unless you don’t give a good goddamn about redemption
and i know
christ is coming
and so am i
you would too if the sexy devil caught your eye
...
pray – shall i go blind?
pray – cos nobody ever survives
praying to stay in your arms
just until i can die a little longer
saviors and saints
devils and demons alike
she’ll eat you alive
jesus is risen
it's no surprise
even he would
martyr his momma
to ride to hell between those thighs
the pressure is building
at the base of my spine

-Puscifer RCV 22:20

The simple resonation of the snapping of a twig, it's sound normally heard around these parts, yet it was a sound that forced ghost to relive some of his more pleasureable moments. You see, the snapping of a branch compares quite nicely with the snapping of one's bones, and the sharp crack this one piece of wood carried pitched high and dry, and one could only wonder if it wasn't really a bone and not a twig at all. After all...there had been no sign of that woman's body when she was nothing more than a severed head lying on the cold, unforgiving ground.

A chill.

Someone had found him out...he had been exposed. Delicious. Ghost could only calm his rising arousal by licking his lips frequently. Letting one slip away would bring alarm to those around and soon the land would swarm with masses that would claim to take care of him. But ney...they would all be slaughtered and drained of their precious bodily fluids. A grin overtook Ghost's face, no longer able to surpress the growing anticipation and immense ecstasy...so much so that a groan could not help but to pass from his lips as more deranged word garble spewed from his mouth. "Drink the blood...Bring them, call them, I'LL EAT THEM...I'LL RIP THEM...I'LL love them...burn them, comfort them...when their heads are drained and their skin dried." Again he curled over, in a hunched like state as his hands roamed his entire body, clawing at his own flesh and drawing out his own blood, as though the action helped calm him. However, that horrible, twisted laugh, the choked, eerie voice, hoverd in the air as he shreiked once more, his laugh carrying over a great distance, disturbing all and any wildlife that roamed around these parts.

The risen maiden all the while stood stock still, her body still quite frozen almost. Her mind was nothing, and no order's had been given to her by her lord...thus she waited.

And watched.

It was all she could do, for her head turned when the snap of the twig had sounded, her dark, black occulars reflecting back the image of the wolven pup...and should he look back and see her, it probably would've scared the poop right out of him, for to be under the gaze of an undead person is quite a scary thing indeed.

[Felypsa]

oOc| i had a lovely long response all nicely typed out...and then it went poof! and disappeared -_-' so i will try my very hardest to recapture the gist of it.

The worst thing was not looking back and seeing the undead lady’s dulled eyes staring back at him. Her still, steady gaze unnerved Tyke, truly, but compared to things he had seen and heard in the past—and of what was to come—she was the least of his worries. No, the worst thing was the high-pitched, terrible laugh that brought back memories of torture and agony. The laugh itself reminded him of metal screeching against metal, horrible inventions of humans and demons, huge machines that screamed as they tore up the most hardened bodies like paper. The laugh mocked the most violent deaths, the deaths that came only as a relief to the tortured souls, whose limbs were hacked off, whose bones were broken, whose skin was burned off, whose bodies were destroyed but yet still allowed them to hang on to life by a thread…and then came their deaths, and even those were not the quiet hand of mercy intervening. Such memories were interwoven with the creature’s menacing laugh, which was like and yet so unlike laughs he’d ever heard. He almost stopped running, nearly paralyzed with sickness as the memories returned to him. He almost stopped, almost sacrificed himself to the beast, to spare those he was about to warn. But he knew this would accomplish nothing; the pack had to be warned. Yet even as he began his escape again, he felt as though he was climbing through molasses. And he was still in range of the ghost and its undead pet, could still hear that laugh echoing around him, a poisoned arrow jarring through a barrier of silence.

[Kikuyoshi]

Worms of the earth, rise in numbers
A silent night brings them upon us
Rising from the soil to torment the living
Torment the living

Gentlemen, our faith is wounded
And yes, we are wounded too
They’ve come out from the swamp
But we, we stand on both legs

They will roll over and over and over again
And another lonely pacifist lying in the sun
There is no ground control... MAYDAY!

Breathe not a word of this
Quiet, quiet confidence
The time has come to face this
We all must bear witness

The world will roll over and over and over again
And another lonely pacifist dying in the sun
I will not watch this
I will not watch this all come down
-Finch, Worms of the earth

He could almost taste the quick, rappid pulse of the retreating whelp, the pitter patter of this one particular organ being something to drive Ghost into a frenzie more than most other things...for the living was to be slaughtered by his hands and drained of their life in the most horrible of ways. Saliva gathered within the cavity of his mouth, hungry for the feel of ripping flesh, craving the sound of innocent screams, thirsty for warm, fresh blood. Impatience overcame him. He would have another soul, and a blood bath to bathe in.


Everything became silent. And ghost was no where to be found....nor any trace of his new slave.

Silence, nausiating silence as thick as syrup poured over the land, sickening it until it was about to heave and throw up this impure quiet...but it was disturbed before it could do so. Not even out of breath, ghost stood well above the height of this small creature, and even more amazing, was that he had somehow managed to get ahead of the unfortunate whelp, his placement directly in Tyke's path. A malicious grin quickly spread across his blood stained jaw, his presentation of himself quite bold, as if daring Tyke to try and get away. Blood soaked wings spread, their span covering the rest of the pathway out of the wooded area while his arms spread out wide as if welcoming him into a somewhat disturbing hug. However, the most disturbing part of him, was probably not his blood stained body or self inflicted wounds...but rather his eyes. They weren't dark, nor sunken into his head, as many pictures show the dead, but rather they were human like, save for their coloration. Black pupils were dialated and outside his iris' were cast in a most disturbing orange-yellow, while the outter ring of his eyes was stained a deeply dark crimson red, and looked almost like they were cutting into the orangish-yellow color. Aweful...horrible eyes that spoke of death. There was no hope in those eyes, just the painful realization that you were about to die by his hands. And Tyke, being smaller than Ghost, had a front view of those cold, unforgiving eyes, for to look up, he would most definatly see them, dispite their being hidden under a layer of matted white hair.

It was now that Ghost made a grab for the pup, clawed fingers rushing forth as a nail made ready to push through his soft, warm little body and slice open his gut, while the other worked to move in pinning him down, by means of pushing his tallon through Tyke's paw, which would hold him in place while leaving him open to express his pain. Delicious.

[Felypsa]

When silence replaced the blood-chilling call, Tyke knew something was wrong. He stopped his headlong rush for an instant, looking back at the terrible scene he’d left behind—and saw nothing. The thing and its creation had vanished. But Tyke knew better than to breathe in relief. The creature was up to something…and Tyke’s heart pounded with fear so loudly he was certain the beast could hear it. Tentatively, Tyke took one step forward—then froze, and looked up. That was the biggest mistake of his life, for by looking up, he saw—the eyes.

These eyes were as horrific as the laugh that had been previously emitted. The strange and terrifying coloration, the gaze of death and pain staring him down…Tyke could not suppress several shudders as he took a step back. But his reasonable mind took control again. His muscles tensed, and he leaped backward with admirable speed, a split second before both of the ghost’s claws landed where he had been a millisecond before. Tyke knew he wouldn’t be as lucky the next time, and also knew that running wouldn’t help him. The creature’s energy was boundless, and its eagerness to feed only heightened its determination to catch Tyke. And Tyke would have to be caught, eventually. He was only mortal—well, in comparison with this undead thing.

Even though he knew that to flee was futile, it was his only option—other than calling upon his power, which could very well be useless as well. But to use that power, he needed time to gather his mental energy. And time was not what he had…so, in a vain attempt to buy time, he turned around and ran back where he had come from. His little legs were a blur as he rapidly fled from the creature. And even as his body worked itself to the maximum, his mind was also working steadily and fiercely, preparing to use a power Tyke had not called upon for many, many years…

[Kikuyoshi]

Somewhere beyond hapiness and sadness
I need to calculate what creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishment
And your the master, and I am waiting for disaster

I feel irrational, so confrontational
To tell the truth I am getting away with murder
It is impossible to never tell the truth
But the reality is I'm getting away with murder

I drink my drink and I don't even want to
I think my thoughts when I don't even need to
I never look back cause I don't even want to
And I dont need to, because I'm getting away with murder

Somewhere beyond hapiness and sadness
I need to calculate what creates my own madness
And I'm addicted to your punishments
And I'm your master, and I am craving this disaster
-Papa Roach, Getting away with murder

A bit of warm blood trickled down Ghost's arm, one of the wounds he himself had caused on his person having opened once more. It was here he paused in his chase to lick seductivly at the red mess, though when he reached the wounded section, he paused breifly, then sank his teeth deeper into the cut, tearing slowly at the flesh until it spurted a small fountain of blood. Each moment of this particular ritual he savored, a look of pure bliss spread across his face. Pulling away he whiped his mouth and took a step towards the quickly disappearing figure of Tyke. It was no matter...he couldn't leave. Ghost was faster than him and he knew it. It was only a matter of time before his playtoy ran out of energy to run...in fact, the whole chase heightened the thrill of the entire event. Crimson stained teeth flashed as he made a silent nodded gesture towards some unseen figure, murmuring random words to himself...things that could hardly be called sentances. "I'll rip him, tear him in two...CUT HIM...smash the skull." Pause "needles through his...eyeballs." The blood dripped steadily down his arm now, showing little signs of stopping and proceeded to make an even bigger mess on the ground at his feet. Interestingly enough, as soon as the crimson mess splashed to the ground, it instantly started to boil and hiss, sending up rows of smoke so thick one could not possibly see through to the other side. It seemed not to matter to ghost at all, for he kept his steady stalking pace after Tyke, his eyes no longer visible for they were again hidden beneath his hair.

Screams. They filled the air with surprising shock and took on a more feminine tone. As the smoke cleared the air, a rather disturbing scene played out, for it would seem for each puddle of blood, one of his demonic puppets was born, these even creepier than his dead woman slave. Deathly white they lay on the ground, writhering in pain and screeching their dried lungs out until they abruptly sat up and stood at his side, their eyes completely gouged out and black as pitch.

He was getting closer. Nostrils flared as ghost litterally smelled the fear seeping out from Tyke. However, at the moment, he could not spot him. No matter. He would run into her any moment now.



The night of this area had turned bitter cold, so much so that one's own breath would crystalize right infront of them. She couldn't feel it. The harsh wind that blew and nipped at her skin, she was unaware of it's existence. Her whole world was cold. Sad and lonely cold. But she had been given her orders, and thus she carried them out without question. Perched oddly on the very edge of a treestump directly in Tyke's path, she watched him sadly, eyes expressionless to anything she was thinking. Like some tormented Goddess she stood there, defying gravity as she leaned outward towards the ground and lifted her arms, the wind blowing about her tattered garments and the chain that held her metal collar. She would keep the small creature there under ghost's orders...not able to weep for him.