Bernhard was once a Hito'Radeau, but has been mutated into something else entirely. A scorched black beak covers his nose and mouth, his throat fused around a gas filter, and his eyes pressed against shattered glass lenses and wire mesh.
The rest of his hunched figure is covered by a pair of large black wings, similar to those of a crow's, and a shredded leather long coat. What patches of skin that can be seen through worn patches of clothing are sickly and rotted.
His arms and leather gloved hands are mostly normal, with the exception of a glass syringe embedded in his right forearm at an odd angle, but his right leg is only human to the knee. From there down is a taloned black appendage, similarly resembling that of a Crow's.
Post by Bernhard Reiniger on Dec 1, 2015 0:21:43 GMT -5
Bernhard's head cracked and snapped as it spun nearly a full one hundred and eighty degrees to face the source of his new pains, the needle on his arm now shattered, and the wound under it rapidly swallowing the remaining glass tube.
Cold and broken eyes regarded the creature killing its own comrades, pondering over options and potential courses of action with shattered logic. This place was no longer safe, and even if it were made safe once again, more would only come to join their predecessors. They would not make it nearly so far, but they would still come. A new haven would be better than reforming the old, a better one, where the man could carry out his experiments without interruption.
The spiderling now forgotten, Bernhard turned to face the exit of his former hole. The way was blocked by those still living and those struggling against their own dead, but they would not stop him. The sickly wings sprouting obscenely from the former doctor's back began to raise, his stunted legs beginning to race forward with surprising speed considering their condition.
By the time the man had made it halfway across the room the wings beat down behind him, propelling him into the limited airspace, and throwing the bits and parts of nearby equipment around haphazardly. The arcane sigils inside of his eyes blinked out of existence as a crack started in the ancient concrete floors, and opened a hole straight to hell. The resulting blast spewed unimaginably hot flames through the room's ceiling, making quick work of everything above it. In mere fractions of a second the beam raced through the entirety of the building above it, creating a beacon of flame visible for miles.
And just as soon as it came, the crack sealed itself, cutting off the otherworldly beam of energy. Bernhard raced through the newly created escape route, and into the still shimmering air above. With not a second to lose, he propelled himself onward and outward, leaving his old life smoldering behind him.
If you ever wanted to know what true death looked like, you would look no further than the thing Death laid his eyes on. This was a man; no, no longer a man. This was a monster of unimaginable power. Death read it within this beings mind, they were nothing but roaches to it now, mere pests to be exterminated at any time. Although it didn't think it, it knew, and it was frightening that it knew.
Thankfully, the monster did not focus solely on Death and the girl. It was aware of everyone, and loathed everyone's presence. Death wanted to place a bullet between those cold and broken eyes, but wasn't stupid enough to try. The reaper remained still until the creature began to move. Death reacted by lifting his gun, but the thing dashed right past him. It's wings spread far, and flapped violent wind. When it reached halfway across the room, it flew, and Death knew that nothing was going to take it down.
The reaper took a small breather and casually walked over to the girl who was now released from chains. He offered his hand to see if she was fine. If she took it, he would look her over for injuries, then he would note to address anything he found on her later. After checking her, Death would look towards the other group of hunters that survived. They had managed to slay the rising dead after the creature flew away, or did it fall to the ground itself? Nevertheless, people were still living. Although Death had planned on killing them, his number one priority was making sure this innocent girl did not get into the crossfire, so he would lower his weapons for now.
"About what just happened-" Death would say before the ground would begin to crack. Hot flames would begin to spew from the cracks of the building, and Death would begin running, wary about what would happen next. "GET OUT NOW UNLESS YOU WANT TO DIE!" The reaper would scream as he made his way to the surface, not stopping for any idiot dumb enough to fall behind. He would be the first one out the building, followed by a few more before the flames would destroy it completely. The reaper would watch the flames rise higher, then fall as the creature with wings flew. Once it fell back to the surface, it would seal itself again, and Death would stare upon the debris with disbelief and relief that he had survived.
Post by Alysia Weaver on Feb 18, 2016 20:35:58 GMT -5
Alysia was most certainly not alright. She had just been attacked, and watched in as the most horrific thing had happened to her mentor. He had hurt her, the chains with which he had summoned and wrapped about her body had not only attempted to crush her, but had pierced her flesh with needle like protrusions all over herbody. She was bleeding, and damaged but she wasn't dying. She would have to get home, and maybe Momma Stilia could heal her, and possibly explain exactly what had just happened because Alysia was certain that she had absolutely no idea what had just happened before her very eyes. She cringed, knowing that Momma wasn't going to be very happy with what had just happened. She grimaced, making her way out of the home after the male who had helped her and probably saved her.
Being weakened after the attack, she was probably the last one out of the building and barely managed to escape before it collapsed. She leaned against another building, breathing heavily and pressing her hand to one of her puncture wounds. It was bleeding heavily, and she needed to get it fixed up however all of her stuff had been inside the building. All her sewing kits, all her medical stuff. All had been inside and abandoned before the building was broken and shattered by the inhabitant who had use to live inside and then transformed before her very eyes. She could not beleive what had happened to her mentor, or what he had tried to do to her. Why had he tried to do that? Why had he harmed her and tried to inject her with that horrible looking stuff? Alysia just could not figure any of this out, she did not know what was going on around her. She felt like crying, but knew that that was not going to help her right now and would in fact only hinder her. She did not need to loose anymore fluid while she was still bleeding.