IT'S NOT THE DARK YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID OF ~ RP thread ~ Semi-Advanced

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    Drake's playful, almost happy laughter, as he chased his prey up, around and underneath the metal walkways. It was the laughter that really got the fear and adrenaline pumping through their veins he thought afterwards. They heard the laughter and it made them think "I am just prey and I am going to die" which they usually did once Drake was after them. Again he laughed and scuttled on the underside of the walkway above the running man like a large and extremely frightening spider. But his fun was up and Drake dropped onto the top of the man and got down to real business.


    One of the defining features of Drake is that he hated blades or bows or anything that was not part of his body so when he killed someone, he REALLY killed someone. For instance the usual clamor of the prison was pierced by a scream and a horrible gurgling sound that made some of even the hard prisoners push away their food as the man's corpse was...definitely made a corpse

    [font=Georgia]OOC: sorry, i would have posted first but I did not have time.
    [color=#FFFFFF]IC: Dimitri glanced up from his human food muck, looking on at Drake had at his victim. He watched with interest, perhaps even excitement. He was slightly inclined to walk over and ask if he was going to continue wasting the meat by ripping it to shreds, but he simply sat where he was and sterted turn his head and look away as he saw the rest of the humans doing.


    He did not intend on sticking out From the crowd, he knew making a repuatation for himself would not be in his favor. Not that it would end up happening. They would soon know about him and whatever he was. It was unavoidable, but he would hold it off until there were people who trusted him. He was glad he knew how to hold it off now.

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    Nashai ignored the current noises around her, she blocked out all noise to her ears as she looked down. Her face expressed more confusion than normal, eyes narrow with concentration and hands fiddling with whatever she could find. To her, and most inmates, it was a normal day in the prison, and she didn't seem interested in anything. Anything, except the occasional screams which sent a chill up her spine, she always had the feeling she was next, but she didn't mind due to the love of adrenaline pumping through her veins trying to outsmart a killer. Aye, she had done it before she was caught, and it helped her keep moving. Looking up, her green eye narrowed and she slumped her shoulders. Something made her feel like it wasn't going to be ordinary today..

    Drake's head tugged and shot forward, grabbing a hunk of meat and swallowing it before going back to the desiccated corpse but stopped. The reason for his sudden lapse in movement was not immediately apparent but if you were say, watching him, then you would have seen him snap his head around to face a certain prisoner. At this point any normal person would have looked away because of what they saw.


    A metal face. That was one thing but not, surprisingly, the strangest thing. Once you look past the metal face with blood and gore smeared over it you would look at the eyes and see not a man. But an animal. It was in the way that he crouched, ready to attack but mostly in the eyes. They held no remorse and only the gleam of the hunt as they stared straight at the other prisoner and, smiled. Beckoning to come closer

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    [color=#FFFFFF]IC: The prisoner could feel the other's eyes staring gently at him. Well, they felt gentle to him. He looked back, and looked him straight in the eyes in return. The pools of nightmares were eerily peaceful, like the rest of him.

    Drake looked deep into the other prisoner's eyes and saw, nothing. Drake's eyes twinkled as he smiled at someone that he saw quite alot of himself in and winked before dissapearing back into the shadows.


    "Payment" Drake said to the guard that had hired him and held up the head of his prey and chuckled at the looks of disgust that flew over the guard's features before handing out a small wad of cash to the assassin which was taken and counted as he walked to the mess hall that was the bottom floor

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    [color=#FFFFFF]IC: he returned to his thoughts when he felt his spine tingling slightly, which told him he needed to either diffuse it, or leave.
    He stood up and headed for the door, slipping past the guards with ease. All he had to do was look at them.


    He walked silently into his cell, 4978A-W, and stripped himself of clothes. He barely managed to slip his boxers off before his muscles convulsed, he slowly collapsed to the ground. Every time, he was surprised by how much that took out of him, and how extremely hard his body was flexing his every muscle. He lay there for a dreadfully long time, nearly 5 minutes before he was able to release them. He panted violently, feeling weak and sore. He never even knew he was that strong. He quickly found himself drenched in sweat.


    Next came the pains of growing. There were not nearly as bad as what was soon to come. His head, neck, and spine ached the most, but everywhere else also hurt. While he lay there, his sweat and the oxygen solidified over his skin, leaving a thick residue. He continued sweating layers around himself until again he could not move easily. After the Another minute or so of pains, until he began the final stage.


    His skin started to tickle everywhere. Everywhere, the tickling turned into irresistible itching. He could not help but sink his finger nails into the blackish layers and drag them down the layers and up, and everywhere else. The itching only caused his skin to crawl, and he grew more and more vicious with his nails, which were growing into thick talon -like weapons. Before long, he was digging his own talons into his own skin, after the many layers had been shredded and ripped off. However this was not painful because under his skin was new skin. He growled and scratched and ripped at the skin as well as the layer under it and the one under that.


    After several more violent rakes of his skin, he revealed a layer different from the rest: it was made of little scales like those of a shark, only pitch black, and when he was finished scraping the layers of, he was rather scary-looking. He had the structure of a man or maybe a bear, except with huge scaly and sharp black wings, and some sort of thick boney ridge running from his forehead down to his tail bone. His fingers and toes were claw like talons.


    He snarled loudly as he sensed other life forms. He burst out of the cells, to find himself among the hell hounds. He supposed he had stayed away too long. Now he simply blended in.

    Nashai finished her small project, throwing it to the side and hearing it smash against the hard floor. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in an exhale of shallow breath. She was bored, and on account that she was bored, she felt she needed a bit exercise. Standing, her leg seemed a bit gimpy but held her weight. Her strides were silent and confident as she walked throughout the prison, her hands stuffed in her pockets. Her eyes remained closed as she tested her knowledge of where things were. Then, Nashai's blue eye jolted open at the snarl of a creature, and her interest was peaked. She loved a good fight, and it seemed she would be able to see one.


    Her eye closed again and a soft chuckled escaped her lips, she was bored, just all.

    [font=Georgia]OOC: He will kill you if you let him, just for your information. His danger level is about twice that of a Hell hound in that form.


    By the way, I might be making a couple more characters so there will be more normal (human) characters, and some that to do not
    [color=#FFFFFF]IC: The wicked beast searched for a victim, mostly in the mood to eat rather than just to kill. The man in the mask had awakened his sense of hunger with his victim. He spotted a young looking girl wandering the prison grounds meekly. Easy target. He quieted his raspy breath, and crept toward the girl, the same black eyes he always had, except with a hungry glaze over them.

    OOC: noted, and I forgot to mention that her species is able to manipulate shadows to her will. I might make more characters as well.


    Nashai watched, calming and letting her muscles relax as her eyes remained closed. She pulled out her hand and her green eye opened, a thin scar visible on the side of her face. Her hand reached to her shoulder, which she rubbed. Smiling, she crouched, hands free from the pockets as she glared at him, smile fading to a grim look. Time to run, she thought, or fight. She quickly examined him and thought, he obviously wont give up a fair fight. He might even kill her if she took this too recklessly. her eyes narrowed and glazed over with her own hunger, hunger for adrenaline and power. Her arms stretched out to their full length, dark tattoos wrapped around them and her head hung low at the moment, waiting.


    In her retrospect, in this time she had an advantage, this creature seemed to be one of madness, and most likely wouldn't think about its attacks. She had strategy on her side.