forum How to Forget a War (Dystopian-Monster Stuff?) (Closed Again)

Started May 05, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

tune

Dax lay on the floor and looked at the ceiling while toying with his shock collar. He tried thinking of ways to escape.

Lila was in an alley sharpening her knife. It had taken her a while to get this and since she knew her gun wasn't always going to be useful.

Faye’s eyes shifted from the magazine to the Malchai on her floor. She had to admit, he intimidated her at times. Hell, he was at least three feet taller than her. She tugged off her headphones, letting them fall onto her stomach as well. “You know there’s a chair right there, right?” She spoke up, watching the Malchai, who’s name she could never remember.

"Yeah," Dax grumbled, but stayed in his position. Was this a trap? His former owners had done things like that before.

//idk how to jump in so I’ll wait a little

Faye huffed as she sat up, leaning against her elbows. “You can sit it in,” she said slowly, like she was talking with a child. The Malchai could have been a child, she had no idea how old he was.
~~
Ronan slipped out the back door as another cross formed on his lower collar bone. His violin was in its case that he carried in his hand. He walked at a brisk pace, head lowered. It was later at night, and he couldn’t be questioned lurking around that late with an instrument. People got suspicious.

"Ok," Dax stayed on the floor, he wasn't about to walk into another trap like he did the other times.

Faye’s eyes narrowed slightly at the Malchai before she sighed sharply and looked back at her magazine. He never spoke much to her, and she was worried about getting close to him, fearing that he may slice her throat open with his claws or fangs. Just like her mother. her fingers found the iron chain around her neck, something that all humans worn to prove that they were human. She knew the monsters couldn’t stand it, she heard it burned their skin. It reminded her of old fairytails about men who could turn into wolves, but silver burnt them. That’s what it reminded her of.

Avi walked down an empty street, hands in pockets. She glanced around, making sure no people were around to see her bag.

//come join the discord opia

(The what lmao)

Ronan threw a glance over his shoulder, face partly hidden by the collar of his thick trench coat, when he bumped shoulders with another smaller person, the violins case tumbling from his fingers. When it hit, he could feel the instrument get shifted around and bumped, and it sent a sharp pain up the back of his spine. He hissed and murmured a quick apology, scrambling to pick his case back up.

//gtg, dinner

Mark (I think it was mark) made a discord and it’s just two of us rn

Calla put her mouth to the flute's opening, closing her eyes and putting her fingers strategically over the holes to make a song come out. The man was scared, standing in front of her and pleading for his life. But she didn't care. A sin was a sin. The song was about joy, oddly enough, and when she finished, the man slumped over, devoid of his soul. Calla started to feed on his soul, staring at her arm where the marks appeared. A small stitch was added to the line of stitches that circled her arm and she gave a faint smile. The stitches were like her children, souls that she'd taken. Calla had always thought of herself as a sinner's salvation. She walked out of the forest, her white dress flowing with the breeze as her bare feet were tickled by the grass.
"I wonder. Does the forest have a song?" she lifted up her flute, playing in harmony to the whistling winds.

Karina sat in the grass in the woods nearby to her home. It was honestly quite relaxing. The wind whistled through the branches of the trees, birds chirping in the distance. Looking up towards the sky, she took a deep inhale of the fresh air. She suddenly heard a small noise behind her followed by an irritated grunt.

Calixto wanted nothing more than to be rid of the damned collar. He tugged at it as hard as he could, unable to even loosen it. He glared at the woman in charge of him. Karina. She didn't ever keep it in sight of him, but he knew she always had it. That stupid remote. He imagined crushing the thing in the palm, and knocking the girl unconcious to get away and to the opposite sector. Maybe he could withdraw some of her blood for strength…
If not for both the collar and the iron necklace she wore, he would have done it a long time ago. Out of rage, he kicked a small rock, unintentionally getting Karina's attention.

"Calixto, come on now. Why so angry all the time?" she asked the Malchai. He simply began to laugh darkly, giving another tug at his shock collar.
"I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm going to end up being your slave for who knows how long. Ya think about that?!" he snapped. Karina was about to respond when he picked up again on his ranting. "Well of course not, you're oblivious to how this feels. You get a fancy and luxurious life and slaves to do whatever you want, like a helpless princess."

The South Sector was full of monsters and almost too many sins. Calla herself was ba sically a sin. The deaths that had created her were morbid and sometimes she would walk among the rubble of the ghost town, inspecting the mutilated skeletons from the radiation and the smell of rotting flesh that filled the whole area. It was all quite delightful, really.

Ronan had continued on his way, heading towards a wooded area. The only passage that connected the two sectors was through a dark cave. He hated the cave with a passion. As he stepped into the wooded area, he grew more alert. He didn’t know who could frequent the area, but he was glad the darkness of his clothes provided a bit of protection. But, when there was darkness, where was Corsai.

A patch of shadows shifted next to Ronan, and he flinched, turning quickly in that direction just fast enough to see the teeth and claws of the creatures. A tune rang out in his head, something like a child’s nursery rhyme- Corsai Corsai, tooth and claw. Shadow and bone will eat you raw.

Ronan quickly unclipped ten opening of his violin case, taking up the instrument. The creatures didn’t have souls, but the music would still hurt them. He felt a claw trace along his back, and he gasped, playing a few sharp notes, the pack of creatures hissing.

"Cal…" Karina started.
"Don't call me that again. Damn you to hell for all I care," he spat.
Getting up, she took Calixto by the wrist and tugged him down to sit beside her. He growled at her to let him go, but she refused, still holding his wrist. Calixto could easily get up and stand or walk away, but he was not giving her an excuse to shock him. So instead, he glared at her hand grasping his arm.

(Yeah, sure)

Ronan played a few more sharp notes, and the Corsai back off, hissing and screeching. He walked quickly to the cave, cooling in one hand, case in the other. He walked through the pitch black cave, feeling the wall with his hand as a guide until he reached the South Sector.

Calla sat down on the forest floor, staring at her stitches. They snaked across her arm, looking like a tattoo. The grass was spiky underneath her bare feet and she kept her flute in hand, dancing in the small clearing. It almost felt like she was carefree.
(present, before was three days ago)
The town she lived in was small, with abandoned buildings and few people that almost never came out. They were all wondering where Terry had went. Terry, the man that she'd reaped. Calla picked at her seventeenth stitch nervously, fearing to be discovered.
"He was last seen in the forest, remember?"
"Yeah, with the girl."
"That girl? The one with the creepy eyes?"
"Hey, don't say that! She's blind, not deaf."
"I think it was her. There have been rumors about a Sunai in this area, Terry was not a pure man."
One of the people who were talking came up to her, "Calla, dear, where were you three days ago?"
Calla reached out and touched the woman's face, to see who it was. Olani. "I was in the forest."
"Oh. Darling, did you see Terry?"
"Yes, I did." Calla didn't like to lie.
But things took a worse turn and suddenly the whole town was in flames, with angry people running after her.
Calla ran into the forest, curling into a small ball at the base of a rock and chanting to herself, "Tomorrow is another day. Tomorrow is another day."

Ronan heard a soft voice in the distance that he recognized. He jogged towards the voice, seeing the young Sunai, Calla. He crouched down by her and gently put his hand on her shoulder. “Calla? It’s Ronan, what happened? What’s going on?” He questioned with a furrowed brow. He would have preferred to get out of the dark wooded area. Corsai preyed on young monsters and humans, didn’t matter what breed they were. If they had meat on their bones, they were food or the shadow creatures.
~~
Faye eventually grew bored and hopped out of bed, hesitantly nudging the Malchai with her shoe. “We should head into town, my Dad needs a few things and I was supposed to get it,” she said, stuffing the remote of the collar into the waistband of her pants.

Dax grunted as he hoisted himself up. Even though he slouched a little, he still towered over Faye.

Lila walked out of the alley she looked around for,any monsters before walking to the market. Maybe she could get some food today.

Faye’s jaw clenched slightly when glancing up at the Malchai. Dax. That was the name he went by. She didn’t know whether to use it or not, though. She left her bedroom, walking down a hallway, then a flight of stairs. It was a decently large home, her father being an engineer for the sector. She was about to leave when a hand grabbed at her arm, and her father tugged her aside. “Going to get my things?” The older man asked.

“Yes, Dad,” she answered, nodding her head quickly.

“Has the new Malchai given you any issues lately?” He questioned, hard blue gaze shifting to Dax.

“No, he’s been fine,” Faye answered quickly. Sure, he was stubborn sometimes, but he hadn’t tried to hurt her.

“It,” the man corrected, arms folding across his chest.

Faye nodded quickly in understanding, though she felt the need to argue. She said goodbye and walked out the front door.