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epidemiology2016-01-27 08:44 pm
respired) wrote in epidemiology2016-01-27 08:44 pm
the danger is i'm dangerous
CHARACTERS: Koltira et al
DATE: Jan 27 - onwards
WARNINGS: violence; blood; general gross (dead things and decaying things etc)
SUMMARY: Blood frenzy.
GENERAL PROMPT: THE OUTSKIRTS, NEAR THE WOODS;
[It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts--
It's his only sensible thought, a continuous scream in his mind that never quiets; never stops. He just wants to stop. The pain, the noise, the press of life and energy and movement that surrounds him. His own body. He'd give anything for exhaustion. For sleep. But a death knight was not designed to yield. No matter the depth of his injuries, no matter the blood smeared on his face and armor and across the long curtain of his bone-white hair, he does not fall. No matter the cracks in his armor, his split lip, his wounds. He is relentless, because he has no other choice.
Koltira staggers among the fields that border the woodlands; they are silent, and largely abandoned.
Eventually, he presses into the woods, thinking--thinking nothing, still, really. His mind is static and incoherent whispers and begging. Animals cross his path: a rabbit dances away from him, but a deer is not so quick. He lets Byfrost linger in its belly for too long, watches the corpse rapidly decay into so much meat and slime.
He leans against an oak, and plague seeps from his fingers, steals past the bark and down to the root. The wood begins to hiss and melt beneath his palm.]
[ooc: individual starters are below! the above is a general prompt for encounters in the woods or the outskirts. if you would prefer something else, or even a thread set AFTER this whole mess, let me know. you can grab me on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
runehallow.]
DATE: Jan 27 - onwards
WARNINGS: violence; blood; general gross (dead things and decaying things etc)
SUMMARY: Blood frenzy.
GENERAL PROMPT: THE OUTSKIRTS, NEAR THE WOODS;
[It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts--
It's his only sensible thought, a continuous scream in his mind that never quiets; never stops. He just wants to stop. The pain, the noise, the press of life and energy and movement that surrounds him. His own body. He'd give anything for exhaustion. For sleep. But a death knight was not designed to yield. No matter the depth of his injuries, no matter the blood smeared on his face and armor and across the long curtain of his bone-white hair, he does not fall. No matter the cracks in his armor, his split lip, his wounds. He is relentless, because he has no other choice.
Koltira staggers among the fields that border the woodlands; they are silent, and largely abandoned.
Eventually, he presses into the woods, thinking--thinking nothing, still, really. His mind is static and incoherent whispers and begging. Animals cross his path: a rabbit dances away from him, but a deer is not so quick. He lets Byfrost linger in its belly for too long, watches the corpse rapidly decay into so much meat and slime.
He leans against an oak, and plague seeps from his fingers, steals past the bark and down to the root. The wood begins to hiss and melt beneath his palm.]
[ooc: individual starters are below! the above is a general prompt for encounters in the woods or the outskirts. if you would prefer something else, or even a thread set AFTER this whole mess, let me know. you can grab me on plurk at
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Take care of yourself.
That was what Papyrus was waiting to hear. Proof that Koltira was still there, still capable of listening and hearing him. Not that he didn't already know, and not that he doubted the other for a second, but this was just the reassurance he needed. Even through the pain in his hand, Papyrus smiled wide, cheered on by the fact he hadn't completely lost the other. But as he opens his mouth to continue, Koltira begins to run into the crowd. ]
Ah!! Koltira, wait!
[ Shaking off his surprise, the skeleton begins to run after the other, his armor heavy and lacking flexibility. Surely, he could run better than this without the armor... But it wouldn't be so easy to shed in a time like this, and already Koltira was disappearing from his sight fast. ]
Wait!! I can't- keep up-
[ But that was what the other had planned, wasn't it? Maybe if he hadn't backed away so much, maybe he would have been able to catch the elf before he was too far away...
But he was gone now. Out of sight, and nowhere to be found.
Papyrus spends the next two hours searching the human side of town for a sign of Koltira, but as luck would have it, he'll only find signs of where the other had already been and left, and the words of frightened townspeople who witnessed the destruction and violence firsthand. ]