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Post by damon on Mar 19, 2016 14:05:04 GMT -7
The deep shadow of the alleyway pulsed, a deep ragged breath. Every following cough resulting in a splat of slick oozy substance on the pavement. The color was inexplicable, or rather, lacking, for it had no color at all.
With a slick popping sound a hand shot out from the impenetrable dark and pulled itself out of the tiny rip in space it had found.
Finally free the shape rose, still covered in the residue from its travel. From here, deep in the alley it watched the humans walking by going abut their daily routine. He watched, taking in how they looked.
Walking toward them he drew the ramainder of himself that had splattered his shape shifting yet again into their social norm. An average male, donning simple garments. He stepped out into the light, shielding his eyes as the mortals walked by him without even a second glance.
"They're an oblivious walking buffet," he grinned wide and toothy before laughing and joining the flow of the bustling weekend crowd
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Post by Hounchida Kiseu on Mar 19, 2016 16:19:33 GMT -7
 I’m still not inferior, yes I’m a pretty boy,
I fly off so flyyy, a punk boy,He leaned against the brick of one of the many shops lining the sidewalk, colorful jacket making him stand out but his presence making him seem rather unapproachable. Cigarette smoke curled from his lips as he stood there, people watching, victim analyzing. But then something interesting emerged from the alley beside him. Walked right past him muttering something even more interesting. Hounchida tossed the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it, shoving his hands into his pockets to pursue the obviously demonic stranger. He walked until he was keeping pace beside the stranger, gaze straight ahead. "And so are you," he said. Pink ear ring catching the light. "I can smell hell all over you, and you're in the wrong neighborhood to be dressed like that." A group of thugs appeared around the corner ahead, their eyes all locked on the stranger, looking dangerous. Hounchida quickly shoved his arm around the other's waist and locked his thumb into the pocket of the other's jeans, shooting a grin at the other men who all seemed to relax. When they were out of sight, he let go. "This is my territory, my men, my people. Whatever you're up to, I need to know about it." He pointed at the stranger and them himself before bringing his thumb to his mouth to bite it with a raised eyebrow. "And if you want something messy, I'm your guy." He eyed the other over once, deciding if he was attractive. And decided he was, at least in this shape, good enough. "I'm HK, King of these streets." He reached for the other's collar, but instead gently tapped his fist to the other's chin, "and I want to know what you're up to little hellspawn." I’m busy, oppa you’re bad, baaad boy
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Post by damon on Mar 19, 2016 21:47:38 GMT -7
The insignificant being strode right up to his side, harboring a chuckle for his new walking companion. Never once did his pace change, so he had to fight for his meal in this world as well. That was fine, he was a master at it, and would continue to be so. He scanned the crowd again, then this one's deviants. It was true to fit among their ranks this shell did not have the proper attire.
Passing by the windows he chances a glance at his reflection, ignoring his very visible red eyes in the visage, he shifted his form once more now that the witnesses had been ushered away by his walking companions signal. This contact was something new, he did not object, however kept moving. With each narrow walkway, or heavily crowded passage he used the masses to disguise his change, until once again his form had shifted into something more suitable.
"I have not yet been in this realm for a day, I have no plans but to feed," His voice grew deeper than his appearance would suggest, his demonic aura vibrating, he did in fact need to feed. "Tell me, would be king," He stopped finally at the end of the shopping strip, "Is this more fitting for your world? I only wish to become less conspicuous to my prey." He stepped closer, though inches taller than the other he came down a breath away from this Hk's face, spreading a grin wide enough to see that his teeth were in fact sharp, and ready for a proper meal.  |
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Post by Hounchida Kiseu on Mar 20, 2016 9:43:14 GMT -7
I’m still not inferior, yes I’m a pretty boy,
I fly off so flyyy, a punk boy,The shorter demon looked the other up and down, placing a hand to his chin and walking around the other, he squeezed the other's tattooed bicep, slap-squeezed his rump and even, brushed a finger along the side of the other's jaw. "Yeah, that'll work. Now, if it's food you need, you'll want to come with me. I got just the place full of degenerates ripe for the taking. Stick close to me if you want my people to leave you alone before the word's out about you." He threw an arm around the other's waist again, and led him a ways farther into a less well kept part of the city. "Down here's a crack house, someone's always getting shot or going missing here. While the druggies aren't very filling, if you're lucky, you'll catch one of the runners. They are at least worth chewing." They stopped in front of a very word down looking duplex, "In there." He said, finally letting go of the other, "Go have some fun. I'll wait right here." He backed up to the wall once more, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and slapping them against his palm before pulling one out. He lit it, and as the first puff left his lips, a dark green sedan pulled up and a guy with his pants too low got out, looking around suspiciously. "It's our lucky day." He breathed, winking at the other demon. I’m busy, oppa you’re bad, baaad boy
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Post by damon on Mar 20, 2016 21:13:58 GMT -7
An eyebrow shot up at the prodding approval of the other demon. He watched the other's face, saw Hk's eyes dialted as he looked him over. Good, this one is excitable, this arangement seemed favorable. He allowed himself to be led away and oh how he cherished the air around this 'crack house'. How sweet the smell of decay and despair. Conaining his enthusiasm he glanced at his new companion and followed the newcomer inside. Unlike the one ahead of him his eyes adjusted to the dimness instantly, for the dark was his domain. The young man hiked his pants up no fewer than five times before he reached the dining room table to sit across from the dealer. This fresh blood wasn't what he was looking for. He wandered the house, stepping over a couple making out in a doorway, and skirting past a smoker leaning against the wall all in a daze. At last he reached the furthest room, where to his delight there they dumped the lost and forgotten. Curled around his emaciated body, this boy of nary nineteen, hugged his knees rocking himself. The others in the room were either unconscious or too far gone to even acknowledge his presence. But this boy, sitting on a filthy mattress on the floor was perfectly balanced on the brink. Pushing discarded needles aside he knelt before the boy, "Poor lost soul," He put a hand on his shoulder pushing him back until their gazes met, "what is it you fear in the dark?" he slid his hand down the boys arm, finding the existing holes and bruising inside his elbow. His aura shuttered, separating from him into a mist that engulfed them both. In the apparent darkness already filling the building it would only appear a deepened shadow in the corner. No mortal would see, no mortal would hear. For then his form melted into the darkness. Every mortal saw something different in the dark, but all would see death in the end. This boy was no exception as his eyes widened in the pitch and he began to scream. The hold on his arm tightened and he mist took solid enough form to run a hot wet tongue up his arm before sinking it's teeth into the boy's arm. Just a taste to start, blood full of fear and adrenaline, just how he liked it. He watched the boy endure his nightmare, desperately gulping for air between blood curdling screams. Leaning back he reached forward a clawed hand, running a blade like fingertip down his bare sternum until he reached the soft tissue of the belly leaving behind a trail of red that began to seep. It was like hot knives through butter as he slid his hand into the youth's cavity, warm blood oozed around his hand as he fished about for the most blood gorged organs. The mist held the youth firmly in place as first was found a kidney, then two, then a liver. Sadly the gurgled screaming ended as he gripped the frantically beating heart and tugged it free. He stood as he finished this last morsel, drawing the mist back into this solid form. Making his way back out the house, it was exactly as it had been, only there was now one more set of glazed eyes on the living room couch. The light assaulted him as he stepped back into the world licking the blood and membrane from his fingers. He wouldn't make it twenty paces before a new set of screams were heard from within. |
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Post by Hounchida Kiseu on Mar 20, 2016 22:03:27 GMT -7
I’m still not inferior, yes I’m a pretty boy,
I fly off so flyyy, a punk boy,He watched the rear of the other as he quite literally disappeared into the house. It wasn't long before he could easily smell the blood and smiled around his cigarette. He watched the black windows, knowing he wouldn't see anything, and then saw his new friend emerge from the house. The screaming commenced. Cigarette still in his lips he tipped his chin to the other and started walking back the way they came. He eyed the other's fingers and lips an extra moment. "Come on, I can show you a place to stay." As they passed the thug group once again, Hounchida threw a slap toward the other's rear again, just to humor the group and assert "ownership." He smirked at them and they continued their business. "Yo, there, the yellow one." He took the others chin and turned it across the street to the car parked there. "That's mine, let's go." He pulled the car out ont he to street and took off with hellspeed. Soon enough they were pulling into a huge courtyard around a seemingly abandoned factory. He pulled the car around and stopped it to take another drag off his cigarette. "Looks like shit doesn't it?" he grinned, shooting the other a sideways glance. Then proceeded around the back to the garage, a simple press of a button and the shabby door opened to a gold mine of hot cars. He pulled the yellow beast into it's spot and got out. He seemed pleasant, dropping this cigarette and crushing it, but he casually walked around the car to the other. Now it was his time to be scary, his purple hair tips faded to t a red-violet and the darkness flared from his back like black wings that mantled before the other. He came too close to the other demon, "This is my home. My things. My people. You mind your manners, you get to stay. Nothing happens without me knowing about it. Everyone here is human, and I run an important operation. Don't fuck it up." He looked the other up and down slowly with red eyes, "You seem the reasonable type, I'm sure you understand." He backed off, appearance returning to normal, "Stay as little or as long as you want. Besides, you might like it here." A youth, no less than nineteen appeared at the far end of the garage looking like a wannabe version of the demon. "HK, you're back! Hey, you ready to play?" "Nah," he replied, glancing to the stranger, "somethin' came up." The youngster looked a little disappointed but turned and left. "You got a name?" He asked, going to the workbench to hang his keys in a locked cabinet on the wall above. I’m busy, oppa you’re bad, baaad boy
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Post by damon on Mar 23, 2016 20:34:52 GMT -7
It was a surprise that he didn't mind the outgoing, nearly possessive contact. If it was something he would have to grow accustomed to in the world so be it. He was taking in the environment when his head was forcefully turned, it made him grin, the haste with which they made it across the city. Scanning, he made the best of his time observing what he could of the city on their way. Sadly the trip was much too short and they stopped before what appeared to be a decrepit building. He could sense it, there was plenty of content behind the rust stained walls. At last they came around and into a garage full of shiny toys like the one he had been in. He was prepared to get out as Hk confronted him. He had to chuckle as the other demon displayed his own prowess.
"You have nothing to fear here," he motioned to a young man entering as well as the rest of the building, "This air doesn't suit my palette." He stepped out of the car, turning slow, looking about. "I have no name," He stopped and turned back to his new compatriot, "I have never needed one, but perhaps a play on words. Damon, I quite like the sound of it. Say it quick enough you will come close to the truth." He winked and offered a toothy grin, full of all of his mischief as he began to wander again.
"So, what else do I need to know to excel in this realm?" he leaned back against a sleek black car crossing his arms over his chest., "It is my very first visit, you know." |
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