Openning

The quiet rattling of bones as the skeletal monster moved brazenly in the room, crashing into the walls and pillars. Axel stayed hidden in the shadows of the door, too afraid to move and call attention to himself, the beast's maw coated in the blood of his companions. His usually clean and cut black suit disheveled and marked with the red, sickly substance. It took all his willpower to not barf at the sight and stench that plagued him in the dark room, only the sounds of crashing and click of bones to stone. As the beast departed farther and farther from his hiding spot, Axel dared to inched out of his position, holding hope that the monstrosity had given up. Slowly groping the wall to raise himself, the hollow click of bone returned, the beast's appearance nowhere in sight. Axel stood frozen, not daring to move or even breath, his heart paused. The clicking continued, the darkness never broken by the white sheen of bone that monster wore, Axel's eyes strained to glimpse the fear and move his mind to cower again. But he never saw it, only the constant click of bone broke through the deadness. A pebble fell and tapped Axel's shoulder, dragging his gaze to the crimson maw around him, a trap.

Axel dove forward out of the clench of jaws, the door splintering into millions of pieces as the beast tracked Axel's path with its unseeing eyes, the milky film only gesturing to the sense that once was. His breathe returning, Axel rolled across the bloodied and battered floor and ran toward the nearest pillar, it's grand size one of many in the ancient majestic hall. Axel barely reached the stony support when it trembled with a crash and litter rained down from above, a piece of the column shattering on the ground. In absolute fear, Axel pulled his gaze upward again to find the maw around him. It was toying with him. Axel was nothing more than a toy to the bored monster that had just decimated his entire crew. Axel was not going to stand for it.

Wake

Where am I? Simple question, or should be anyway. Better question, what am I?
Human? No, I was sometime ago. Animal? No, they are born from parents. Monster? No, I don't think I'm that horrible looking. Alien? No, I was born on earth. Me? Why not. I don't have anything else left. But what is 'me'? I can't even pronounce my name anymore, not that I remember it. Heh, I'm thinking in sounds that I can't make anymore. Anymore? Sometime? Parents?
What am I eating? chewing? gnawing? biting? Forget it. Forget, that's what I'm doing right now. Oh, it's an arm. Arm!? Arm? Body part used to reach to grab things. It tastes weird, like shrimp. Shrimp? Seafood... what is the sea? Salty, like this arm. Oh it's wet, I'm wet from tears. Someone's crying and lots of blood. Blood? No, not 'blood', something else. Life force, that's it, not wet like blood, I see something else rise from that corpse in their hands. Corpse? Blood? Tears?
Ouch, something hurts.

96th Sun of Lorn, Mare-kic

Ouch. Huh? Oh, right... ow.... dang. Wh-right. I shouldn't have tried, but it was too entertaining. All my work turn back into my face, heh. Where is Carily, did she make a deal? Maybe she's finally bored with me... huh. Two backstabbing broads, back to back no less. Day after day, taking her around, showing her the area and where to go. I shouldn't have began teaching her how to fight or training her, but I did and she was GOOD at it. That was my choice and this is where it led to, not that I hate her for it. Everyone has a choice, I realized that I when I first woke. No sense in crying over something I choose and letting the ball out of my court.

Now I've got two choices again, a) find and get out or b) wait for them and see what's going on, one is tough and other is unwelcoming. I guess I'm staying till they come back, whenever that's going to be since a few days have passed. They didn't even bring me anything to chew on or drink, what heartless bitches. Sure I took her from her pampered life, but I made sure to give everything I got into her. Oh?! They heard me, surprise surprise. Seems they didn't want to waste any food on a unconscious prisoner, guess that makes sense.

Oh my, our little partner is a HOT treat, though that's the unbiased opinion of a guy that hasn't got any for the longest time thanks to miss lady. Hmm? Do I want to work for them? For whatever reason could they think they could buy me, though if they overestimate I won't try to correct them. And that price is quite nice, though I wonder how the other party feels about this unannounced decision being made here. Everyone's so greedy, wanting this and that when they don't do anything anymore with what's in their hands anymore. Why can't people be content with what they got and what they can get, though I probably don't sound so convincing since I can get most anything. With that done, I accept.

Birth

Crap, crap, crap. I've thought about it, always looked at the possibility, looked at the extent at which I wanted to hurt myself, but dang it all, it still fricking exceeds everything I imagined. I wanted to have fur afterwards, shifting if possible, white if not. I wanted paws and claws, I wanted to kill something. But dang it, not like this. The twisting of my muscles, the ripping of my ligaments, the shattering of my bones, the burning of my blood. Everything doubled, tripled, quadrupled, over and over again. If the end is like I always thought it was, if I come out with that form I always imagined, I created, then it will be worth it, but still... so much right now. Why did I think like that, everything for a price, rebirth without the wait, without the uncertainty. Pain for contention of form, terror for shifting of being.
That form, that ability, that unlimited, unbridled, untamed, raw power. All of my life for it, all that hatred and regret, all the joy and content, all the karma built over the years, all the possiblities of the now gone future. All my mind, all my ideas, all my beliefs, everything to gathered for this one moment, this one single entity, this breathe. All to change, all to be feared, all to be evied, all to be admired, all to be more, all to be less, all to be unhuman. The price to be what I am not, to be what I love, to be what is impossible, to be alone.
That form,

That ability,

That energy,

That feeling,

That look,




The Beast.

Another Day

The sun creeps out from behind the snow-capped, onyx mountains. As the rays pierce through into a city, small to large, wood to metal, doors open as people rush through, some momentarily blinded by the bright rays. The people greet and pass each other in search of their own destination. Some in a rush and others in a calm stroll, everyone's breath adds to the fog engulfing the city. Children hide in the shadows, waiting for others to pass, while the adults crowd the largest of streets, looking for their exit. As everyone goes about their day, below the city, a creature stirs, opening one of its many eyes.

Surrounded almost completely by columns of varying widths, each growing slightly bigger every day, it shifts its massive body onto a single gigantic leg, cracking the ground. It shifts on to another leg, centering out, and then rises, shifting onto 4 other muscular legs. Its head carves a notch in the cieling, dislodging several types of gems and rare minerals. The glistening rain shatters against the vermillion floor, scattering in a blooming flower. It rumbles through a hole between the columns, smashing growing stalagmites and stalactites, into a tunnel. As each footfall vibrates the cavern walls, waking millions of bats and birds, it strides onto an open plain. The sun blazing overhead, it unfolds its giantic wings, a pair on its upper and lower back.

As that sun refracts off the wings, several people, dressed in ceremonial robes, enter from the opposing end. They climb the steps of a single temple, an oasis in a desert, carrying a casket of papers. The casket is set down on top of a ruby pedestal and is opened, the lid sliding to the ground. The beast strides to the pyramid, its jagged tails swaying. The people bow down on the ground as the beast's head levels with the top of the ancient structure. Its sclare darkening and a sapphire geams from its iris and pupil. Scrolls rise from the casket and unravel in the air. The scrolls hover feet above the casket and the beast's eyes glow.

20th Even of Joan, Mare-kic

Another job, another day. Running through the alleys from thugs, searching for my little money case. Oh where, oh where, are you, you little kitty. Man, powerful people just have all kinds of strange fetishes, the object of desire, not the dirty stuff, well not this time. This time's a little kitty... which I'm starting to doubt is very accurate description, considering the massive collections of sedatives and guns I've dashed past and through. The guards aren't so bad, regular police. The inhabitants... could be a little nicer, not toting katanas and grenades, the psycho suicides. Bam! Another one, they're getting twitchy, not good. They're carrying the grenades, I thought they were ready, but no, every one of them is nervous as hell, making this hundreds of times harder.

Oh, hello, a giant steel door with a monitor scanning the inside, now if that wasn't so tempting. What?! Crap... this is not good. I just had to be watching when the stupid thing crossed. I'm never accepting a job from a rich noble, no matter how clean they seem. Now to open the th- shit, crap. When the hell did they take out the guns. Dashing between gunfire is not the way I like to live, not when I have to open a couple doors. Well, hello... maybe it is not so bad anymore, finally found the controls to the door. Carily starting to watch over me again?

So creepy, giant steel doors that open with a hiss and groan, why keep the stupid thing at all if it takes that much time. Oh, right, to keep the big cat contained, how the hell did they steal him. A giant Siberian Tiger staring me in the face, little kitty indeed. Now, how the heck am I supposed to get him out and fol... dang. Being chased by soldiers or chased by a 5 tons killer kitty, the kitty has more pride in it, kitty it is. Dangling my arm infront of a carnivous cat like a fish to a dolphin, same concept anyway. Bait and run, I shouldv'e thought this through more, stupid thing can run faster than I can. How do you forget this sort of thing.

38th Even of Lorn, Mare-kic

Carily has strange and spiteful tricks. We got away from Sola at her nest, vicious eaters, bones and weapons everywhere. Brought, well, dragged her to my second hide-away, bad idea. It's too dark, why? Because I'm chased, don't need people looking in. She opens the windows and lets the scorching sun blaze in. It's so messy, why don't you clean up? Because I never have people here, besides me. She pushes the stacks of articles and clothes out the window. Where's the bathroom? Upstairs... WAIT! She goes upstairs and starts the water, scolding hot. I get upstairs to find her half-undressed, she's screaming again and throws 1 of my treasures, I get hit. It gets better, my contact comes as the water stops. He tells me I'm to house her indefinitely, I'm strangling him.

So, I'm housing this woman, well physically, behavior-wise she's a child, and have to keep her safe until my contact comes back. She wants this, she needs that. What did I do? I chained her up in my room and gave her basic necessities, food, clothes, water. Would have kept her chained, if she didn't make an even bigger racket. Pissed me off, I have to take care of this spoiled princess-type that thinks this is a camping trip, her kind. I'm constantly tempted to throw her out or just forcibly bind her again. Those thoughts are gone, I caught her crying in her sleep. Well, more like I was sleeping and she snuggled up into my bed next to me and started sobbing. She won't be quiet during the day, now she's bugging me during sleep. Not that I'm not empathetic, I barely have any memories before this, but the ones I do are great ones and make me sad when I think to much about them. So, I turn over and hold her, soothing her, her tears slowing and snuggling closer to me.

Then she starts sleep talking. Mother, I did this and Mom, please. That pissed me off, do I seem motherly? But, that would explain why Carily helps me out so much, even though she likes females. I listen to her mummers and cuddle her when she starts getting quieter. She recounts her strolls, her manipulating of suitors, her training, it all putting a smile to my face. I couldn't help it, this girl is so brilliant, but I keep putting her off-balance, it was funny. Then a thought hit me, what if I could get her to help me? A partner never came up before, but it would make life more interesting. She wakes and smacks me, that has to stop, at least when it's her fault anyway.