Posts by - ILLYA K.

it was weird, being dead. though you did not think, or know of your existence, you still knew you were dead. you never questioned why. it was just how to was. what was more weird was coming back as someone who barely knew who they were anymore.

something pulled itself out of the ground, far away from where bloodclan lay. it was in the now-growing cold territory of blizzardclan. and the creature that was coming out of the ground was not a sight for anyone to enjoy. flesh hung off its bones, exposed bones and other awful wounds scoured the body, which was a dirty, grimy grayish-brown color. dull blue eyes quickly scanned the area, full of something more than insane. a driving hunger. standing now on all four paws, the creature limped through the blizzardclan territory, not even catching whiff of the scent of blizzardclanners. somehow, something else further away managed to catch his senses. the smell of rotting flesh.

now running towards a scorching desert, the zombie's eyes now lay on the border of bloodclan, where there was a pile of carcasses just waiting to be eaten. a crazy smile tugged at his lips as he ran faster, paws thrumming against the sand. though he was going as fast as he could, he still could not run as fast as any normal animal. it was slow, sluggish. after a few minutes, he finally reached his destination, skidding to a stop as he approached the bloody bodies. licking his lips, which his tongue managed to touch his teeth, as part of his jaw was exposed, he settled down to eat, some foreign words passing through his lips. "хорошо. хорошее мясо. Илья есть сейчас." opening his jaw, he was about to devour into the body.

"хорошо. хорошее мясо. Илья есть сейчас." = "good. good meat. illya eat now."

&& thank you sky! <333

looking up after having bit into the bloody carcass, the flesh hung from his mouth as he slowly chewed, narrowing his eyes at buckingham in suspicion. he wasn't an intelligent creature, but he could tell when someone was wary of him, or questioning his motives. it was an old habit of his, back when he was alive.

ignoring him, as he couldn't understand what the feline was talking about, he quickly swallowing the piece in his mouth and went back for more, his muzzle now coated in red blood. looking back up when hypokrisis and barbara, huffing at both of their tones. his stomach growled, and he looked at barbara hungrily, tempted to lunge out and grab her. maybe she would make good food, too. she seemed easy to catch; but maybe she was too pretty. "Симпатичная. симпатичный мясо." he grumbled, his voice low and hoarse, full of small clicking noises. ignoring her tone again, he snapped his head towards calliope, now standing up. there were too many. maybe he could go for the small pretty one...

"Симпатичная. симпатичный мясо." = "pretty. pretty meat."