Post by Orion 'Oulaf' DeLasfura on Oct 6, 2012 20:34:22 GMT -5
A cool wind blows across the expanse of the otherwise vacant land of ice and air. In this particular section of the arctic zone, amid the white and frozen miles of snow, a most unusual creature to the region leaves its mark, as it dashes by, leaving paw-prints in its wake. Though with such speed, the form is mostly blurred, the way it moves makes it quite obvious how impervious to the freezing air it is, as midnight black fur blows freely against the current of wind.
Across the beast's neck is a heavy brown satchel that seems to be stuffed to the brim with something, but nothing spills from it as the creature moves about.
It wears no collar, showing no ownership, nor does it have any discernible markings to show its own origin. The powerful hind legs of the beast, however, made it seem able to easily push through the snow. Without any visible warning or reason, the creature comes to a complete and sudden stop, shaking its head as it tosses the satchel to the ground before it. As it tossed its head down, and raised it back up, there was the visible face of a male covered in the midnight fur, as the hairs shrank back inside of the being's body.
"That was something else..." The man spoke, as his entire body slowly returned to its human state. Reaching down to open the brown satchel, he unfolded what appeared to be a thick winter jacket from it, a less than enjoyable shade of blue, but thick enough for its purpose. He slipped it onto his shoulders, sinking his arms through the sleeves as he huddled himself into it, and sealed the satchel, slinging it around his arm.
Something else was in it, that glowed with a red light. It seemed to be less important to him right now, as his focus suddenly came to the world around him. He stood in place, looking from side to side, as if suddenly realizing where he was.
"This is... Hello? Hello! Anyone!?" He called out to the skies, returned with nothing but echoes it seemed. The last he could really remember was fleeing from that underground building. There were so many amazing things to see there, but the rush of his senses told him there was danger. Something following him around, as though observing and stalking him, waiting for the moment to strike.
He stumbled upon his goal, and nicked the valuable he had come for, but as he feared, just as he touched it, alarms went off, blaring and sealing every door in that base of operations. He was quick enough, he knew, to know how to get around, and even as the doors shut before him, he was able to phase through almost any obstacle.
However, it was that one strange door... One he felt danger from. The only thing in that area he found his abilities useless against. Something about it was so terrifying, it made him lose control of his thoughts. With only fear driving him, he had sought another path. One that deterred him from his original route of escape, through some of the rooms filled with beakers, tubes, and large machines with wiring of all sorts strewn about the rooms. There was one particularly dark room he had stumbled into, with a gateway of some sort built in the center of it. There was a voice... Someone telling him something. To stop, perhaps?
It didn't matter. Whatever was said couldn't have braced him for the last conscious thought he had. It was as though the hand of death itself had gripped his shoulder, as his body took to that of a ram, charging through into the gateway that began to spark to life. Something was appearing before him, and without another thought, he phased his body through it...
Now, here he was, finally able to think again. No longer running, no longer feeling that fear or presence. Yet, he was so very far from civilization from the looks of things. 'How long was I running? Where am I? What was that feeling before?' Questions ran through his mind, but there would be none that could truly answer him. He looked down at his arms, as if seeing the winter jacket he wore for the first time. 'Where did.. When, did I get this?'
He was about to speak again, but a sudden feeling of despair shot through him. That pang of loneliness and uncertainty. At least, when he felt he was being chased, there were other presences about. There were people, voices... There was sound.
Now, as he looked to the sky, his eyes closed, he did the only thing he could think to do. He took in the sound of the world around him, and listened to it, hoping for a voice, a guidance, a sound, anything more than the wind blowing past his ears.
Across the beast's neck is a heavy brown satchel that seems to be stuffed to the brim with something, but nothing spills from it as the creature moves about.
It wears no collar, showing no ownership, nor does it have any discernible markings to show its own origin. The powerful hind legs of the beast, however, made it seem able to easily push through the snow. Without any visible warning or reason, the creature comes to a complete and sudden stop, shaking its head as it tosses the satchel to the ground before it. As it tossed its head down, and raised it back up, there was the visible face of a male covered in the midnight fur, as the hairs shrank back inside of the being's body.
"That was something else..." The man spoke, as his entire body slowly returned to its human state. Reaching down to open the brown satchel, he unfolded what appeared to be a thick winter jacket from it, a less than enjoyable shade of blue, but thick enough for its purpose. He slipped it onto his shoulders, sinking his arms through the sleeves as he huddled himself into it, and sealed the satchel, slinging it around his arm.
Something else was in it, that glowed with a red light. It seemed to be less important to him right now, as his focus suddenly came to the world around him. He stood in place, looking from side to side, as if suddenly realizing where he was.
"This is... Hello? Hello! Anyone!?" He called out to the skies, returned with nothing but echoes it seemed. The last he could really remember was fleeing from that underground building. There were so many amazing things to see there, but the rush of his senses told him there was danger. Something following him around, as though observing and stalking him, waiting for the moment to strike.
He stumbled upon his goal, and nicked the valuable he had come for, but as he feared, just as he touched it, alarms went off, blaring and sealing every door in that base of operations. He was quick enough, he knew, to know how to get around, and even as the doors shut before him, he was able to phase through almost any obstacle.
However, it was that one strange door... One he felt danger from. The only thing in that area he found his abilities useless against. Something about it was so terrifying, it made him lose control of his thoughts. With only fear driving him, he had sought another path. One that deterred him from his original route of escape, through some of the rooms filled with beakers, tubes, and large machines with wiring of all sorts strewn about the rooms. There was one particularly dark room he had stumbled into, with a gateway of some sort built in the center of it. There was a voice... Someone telling him something. To stop, perhaps?
It didn't matter. Whatever was said couldn't have braced him for the last conscious thought he had. It was as though the hand of death itself had gripped his shoulder, as his body took to that of a ram, charging through into the gateway that began to spark to life. Something was appearing before him, and without another thought, he phased his body through it...
Now, here he was, finally able to think again. No longer running, no longer feeling that fear or presence. Yet, he was so very far from civilization from the looks of things. 'How long was I running? Where am I? What was that feeling before?' Questions ran through his mind, but there would be none that could truly answer him. He looked down at his arms, as if seeing the winter jacket he wore for the first time. 'Where did.. When, did I get this?'
He was about to speak again, but a sudden feeling of despair shot through him. That pang of loneliness and uncertainty. At least, when he felt he was being chased, there were other presences about. There were people, voices... There was sound.
Now, as he looked to the sky, his eyes closed, he did the only thing he could think to do. He took in the sound of the world around him, and listened to it, hoping for a voice, a guidance, a sound, anything more than the wind blowing past his ears.
