The Awakened Awoken (294 views)

[Jazilyn]

((Heyhey, check it. Anyone is welcome to join in, but this will hopefully be fairly fast paced, so if you don't reply once in a 24hour period, don't be surprised/upset if your turn is skipped. Kay kay? It's chill, dun worry; it'll be fun.

Plot: The dead have awoken and infest the Haunted Woods like vermin. Who/what is behind this madness and why remains to be seen. Will our heroes have what it takes to survive? Do you have what it takes to outwit, outlast, and outplay?

Haha, I'm a dork. Okay let's get started.))


"Wha the f*** is going on around here?" the kougra panted, running through the forest at breakneck speeds; ducking under tree limbs and bounding over fallen trunks. He could hear them on his heels, their fierce growls echoing like a haunting refrain. What did they want from him? Why were there so many of them? And why were they so bloody fast?!

Everything was happening so fast; he didn't have any time to process what he was seeing. He wasn't even sure he knew what exactly was following him; all he knew was that he was vastly outnumbered. His crimson eyes darted from tree to tree, trying not to look back as he searched desperately for a place to hide. He darted to the left just as one of the ravenous, snarling monster launched itself toward him, missing the creature's sharp claws by a mere centimeter.

His decision to look back at that exact second nearly proved fatal, as the ground gave way beneath him and he was sent tumbling head-first down an endless, steep hill. Streaks of black fur and red stripes plummeted downward, gaining speeding, becoming a living avalanche. He swore it felt like he slammed into every rock and log on the way down; he didn't think he'd ever reach the bottom.

When he finally skidded to a halt in a mess of wet leaves and twigs, he simply lay there, staring up through the canopy at the sun peeking through the trees. Was his nightmare over? Had he escaped those... things? Whatever they were. He'd only caught a glimpse, but they looked kind of like lupes. Damn were they fast, though.

Numb and weak, his crimson eyes closed, praying for just five seconds to rest before something else happened. He should have realized by now, the universe had never been one for answering his prayers.

A low growl resonated through the air, sending the kougra's heart into a wild panic. His eyes shot open, clumsily dragging himself to his feet as he looked around for the source of the noise. Hunched over, barely able to stand, he withdrew one of his swords from its sheath; he should have considered himself lucky he hadn't impaled himself on the way down.

"Show yourself," he snarled, screwing up his courage. He was in no position to make a stand; not here, not now. His eyes continued to dart wildly around, taking a blind step back as he searched for the source of the noise.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when something reached up from the dirt and grabbed his ankle; yanking away from the almost entirely skeletal hand that reached up from the ground. "You've got to be f***ing kidding me," he groaned, backing up against a tree.

The creature ripped itself out from the ground, lunging at the kougra with razor sharp fangs bared. Zethos held his sword defensively before him, only to have the beast impale itself, unaffected by the metal blade jutting through its chest; pushing forward as close at it could get to the kougra. It's fangs dripped saliva, snapping rabidly at the kougra less than an inch away from his face. Cataracts eyes staring madly at him like a rabid animal. It's fur looked dead and was missing in patches; overall it looked like it had been decaying for awhile.

((Bluh, I'm so bloody out of practice. /fail))

[zash]

His blade swung through the air with force. A loud gushing sound came from his foe as blood oozed from the neck where the monsters head was sat. The head fell to the ground still biting at its prey.
“….seriously? What….the…h***!” The red shoyru questioned as if someone could hear him. A rustling noise came from behind.

“Right. Quiet.” The shoyru muttered to himself as he turned to face a group of these creatures coming straight for him.

The shoyru, realizing how screwed he was turned back around and began to run. He ran full force in the opposite direction of his pursuers. Branches snapping in his face and twigs and rocks scraping across his feet and ankles. “What are these things?” He questioned again as if expecting an answer from above. He kept running until he was out of site of his attackers. He stopped for a breathe, trying to recuperate before he exhausted himself. “This….is going to be one of those days.” He panted.

Then he heard a groan come from behind. Hearing that he didn’t even turn to see what or where it was coming from, he just started running again. “No point in stopping” He sprinted through the trees in hopes of leaving whatever it was back in his dust then as if karma was gunning for him he went through a thick brush and ran straight into a large rock. He hit it straight on and tumbled over the boulder. “Yeah….yeah, definitely going to be one of those days.” He coughed out lying on the ground in agony.

“I’m starting to wonder if everyone is like this or is there anyone left that isn’t going to try and eat my face off.” And as if an answer from above was given to him he heard what sounded like an avalanche coming down the hill not 30 feet away from him. He sat up in a rush expecting another onslaught of those /things/ to be coming down after him. He saw a black and red blur come down the hill and land with a thud. He readied his bow this time, fed up with being chased, or merely because he was still battered from his moronic mistake of running into a rock like a nimrod. He pointed his arrow at the creature ready to fire and move on when he heard the kougra say "Show yourself."

He lowered his bow, slightly relieved to hear a voice that wasn’t a groan or grunt. Then the kougra backed up against the tree and he saw why the kougra was yelling. One of those creatures came out of the ground, as if being resurrected from the dead to eat his face. The creature fell on the kougra’s blade as if it were a mere toothpick in its way of devouring him. The shoyru raised his bow. “Mmk, time to die you slobbering son of a b****.” He strung back his bow and shot the creature through the skull. Bone and brains splattered out the other side.

[Jazilyn]

Zethos stood completely flattened against the tree, weighing his options and trying to figure out how to kill something that didn't seem to want to die, when in the blink of an eye an arrow shot from nowhere and pierced clean through the creature's skull. He stared, mouth gaped and blinking, as the creature's head lolled to the side and its body became a lifeless husk draped over his sword. Hesitantly he placed his hand on the creature's shoulder, as if certain it would spring up at any second, and shoved the beast off his sword. It fell with a hard thud on the ground, as lifeless as it had been before clawing its way out of the dirt.

The liquid oozing from its cracked skull and pierced chest looked more like ink than it did blood, and for a long moment Zethos found himself mesmerized by the site, still in shock from what had happened.

Forcing his gaze away, he turned his head, looking for the source of his salvation. Not far in the distance stood a red shoyru, bow clutched in his hand. Could it be luck was on his side today? It wasn't something the kougra was accustom to, and it took mere seconds before suspicion crept inside him. Who could really blame him; so far everything he'd encountered that day had wanted to eat his face off. Not that he'd really be able to stop the shoyru at this point, though.

He tried, slowly and painfully, to straighten his spine. "You are alive, right? 'Cause if you're another /thing/ that's gunna try to eat my face off, all I ask is that you give me five seconds to catch my breath." He was pretty sure he'd pulled a muscle or two, or three or four; his back felt like someone had run him through with a pike.

But even as the words escaped him, his ears swiveled in the direction of the hill he'd just fallen from; the sounds of monstrous growling and twigs and branches cracking sounding off like thunder. Apparently asking the universe for five seconds was just too much to ask for.

[zash]

He laughed at the statement. Thinking that just moments ago he was thinking the same thing. “No. I assure you I’m alive.” He said back, really not sure if he was considering how he felt. He ached from head to toe. Between all the running and fighting he had been doing and toppling over that boulder he wasn’t in the greatest of shape. At this point he thought about walking over but he thought he’d give the kougra his rest time, specially since he was in need of it himself, then he saw it. A large amount of those things were on the hill above the kougra. “Ah fffuu” he let loose as a sense of dread crept over him. Then he heard rustling coming from behind him. He turned and saw the same as what was over the kougra.

“Ok! I think its time we ran!” He ran towards the kougra seeing that there was a smaller path between them that they could run through and hopefully get out of a fight with so many enemies that they would doubtfully be able to overcome. He body ached and limbs felt heavy. Running may be their only option to survive if they could escape.