Post by Koramund on Nov 19, 2014 21:37:51 GMT
Koramund wandered through grassy plains, his eyes darting, looking for anything to eat. Blood stained his cheeks, but it was rapidly drying and vanishing, as if his own body was consuming it. The monstrous Bio-Acrosian has already started to evolve, and it was rather strange to Koramund. He didn't question it because he thought it was natural for Acrosians, become the strongest creature right? Maybe that's why he didn't need to change, he already was perfected. But the growling in his stomach grew to intense, so he had to hunt for something to nourish him. He looked into the air, and spotted a large hawk, such a foreign and bland beast. The talons on it were sharp, but it was nothing compared to the Red sands, so he began to hunt it.
Koramund raced along the grass, kicking up dirt as the numerous roots held the broken down rocks and corpses together. He lowered his elbow, and put his tail behind him to let him charge forward faster, becoming more aerodynamic. The wind rushed against him one way, and with him another, and the challenge was a welcome change of pace, something light, but somewhat a opposition. He returned his attention to the hawk, as he started to catch up to it. His primal instincts began to influence him, warning him to jump. He did as his body urged him to, and saw a rock formation that he had just leaped into. his feet crushed through a spike, as he leaped away from the remains. He lunged his tail forward, shattering small bits of rock and leaping from that, like stepping stones. Some went down, but the closer to the middle he went the taller the earth became. He spotted the Hawk looking at him, and that was the last thing the hawk saw.
Koramund's fingernails pierced the throat of the hawk, and he examined his prey. This was the way of the hunter and the way of the prey he assumed. Even the predator can become the prey during the correct circumstances, and those he has achieved. He looked to his palm, as a flower like bud grew from it. The four petaled bud split open, revealing a nozzle like a mosquito nose. He impaled it into the hawk, as poisons and acids invaded the internal organs of the poor dead beast. He was turning the organs into soup, and from that he drained it again, this time with its prey. It was weak, a power level of around, four? He gained little from his meal, but that was alright, he simply wanted the meal. He looked to the mangled remains, as he blasted out air, reforming the corpse to look like what it used to be. He saw the beast like Sacrid, a beast that was simply minding its own business.
Koramund planted his tail, as it spun and dug a pit. He gentily put the wings of the beast over its torso, and put it in the earth like a deep nest. He placed the dirt over the corpse by hand, giving his respects. Koramund blinked his eyes, seeing dust and stone filling up the pit instead of the hawk. He made a mark of the hawk on top of the small mound of dirt, as some of his bloody tears stained the outline, filling it. The hawk reformed in his vision, and simply more pain seeped into him. Why did it hurt to much to kill a creature?! It was nature, it was life, it was death! Why did the pain echo within his hollow soul?! The pain just ate away at him like what happened to Sacri- Stop thinking about her! The pain was worth it, or was it?
He lifted himself up, his nails digging into the dirt and making their dents. He roared to the air, as he flew forward, his legs ripping the dirt apart like a tank with razor blades. He was done with this pain! He had to get it out of his head, and a all out indulge of adrenaline would get his mind off of it. His legs moved like machines, only picking up speed and never faltering. He was going to be the strongest there was, he was not going to let this pain happen to anyone! This was a pain that was worse then death, one that tortured his very soul and made him wish to kill himself, but not today. He loved his sister so dearly, he knew someone loved that hawk, but it was enough! His eyes bulged, as he stopped, falling to his knees. He just rested there, his eyes watering and his lips quivering. He slammed his hand to the ground, as he cried out to the heavens, "Sacrid... WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!"
The emotions boiling inside him were to powerful to finally stop, he crumpled to the floor. Mentally he was as smart as a admiral in combat, but physically and in his core, he was still only a teenager. He left Red Sands at the age of 8, and now he was about 14 from the stasis usage. He was a damn child to the world, but who knew who he was?! Only Sacrid knew how old he was, and how much love he held in his frozen heart. He could never get over this pain, as it finally dug into him, his tears kept on dripping, turning to water as his body adapted to a non-violent solution. He cried and cried, screaming to the air as his mind couldn't handle the stress, "I AM KAMI FORSAKEN SCARED, WHERE ARE YOU?! WHERE ARE YOU SACRID?!?!" He thought he was strong enough to handle her death, but no, the pain was just something he couldn't handle. His entire life was with her, and who had the right to take her away from him? His heart was heavy, shattered into millions of pieces, his very life was nothing to the world but a burden that steals from others.
Koramund kept on screaming for his lost sister, until he finally gave up on it. His mind was regathering, but the sorrow held his broken mind from finally fixing itself. He moaned, whimpering as snot dripped from his nose. He sniffled, tears constantly bombarding the over watered plants below him. He had made his fists so hard, his palms were bloody and bleeding. Hours ago his life was taken from him, and now it hit him in not the face, but his soul. He laid on his back, until he turned cold for a second. He felt that her death was on his hands, and then he got new memories. I hunt and I gather, I search the ground and found myself and my sister. I consumed both of them, and one became myself, the other aged and died. I am Koramund, and I shall be perfection. The memory was perfect, it showed the strange virus that took him over, but then the darkest thoughts breached his head. Was he really himself, or was he the virus? Either way, Sacrid's death was on his hands now, and it only made him cry harder as he pounded the ground. He screamed one last time to the sky, "SACRID! *sniffle* FORGIVE ME! I AM SO SORRY!" He lowered his head, repeating "...I am so sorry..."
Koramund raced along the grass, kicking up dirt as the numerous roots held the broken down rocks and corpses together. He lowered his elbow, and put his tail behind him to let him charge forward faster, becoming more aerodynamic. The wind rushed against him one way, and with him another, and the challenge was a welcome change of pace, something light, but somewhat a opposition. He returned his attention to the hawk, as he started to catch up to it. His primal instincts began to influence him, warning him to jump. He did as his body urged him to, and saw a rock formation that he had just leaped into. his feet crushed through a spike, as he leaped away from the remains. He lunged his tail forward, shattering small bits of rock and leaping from that, like stepping stones. Some went down, but the closer to the middle he went the taller the earth became. He spotted the Hawk looking at him, and that was the last thing the hawk saw.
Koramund's fingernails pierced the throat of the hawk, and he examined his prey. This was the way of the hunter and the way of the prey he assumed. Even the predator can become the prey during the correct circumstances, and those he has achieved. He looked to his palm, as a flower like bud grew from it. The four petaled bud split open, revealing a nozzle like a mosquito nose. He impaled it into the hawk, as poisons and acids invaded the internal organs of the poor dead beast. He was turning the organs into soup, and from that he drained it again, this time with its prey. It was weak, a power level of around, four? He gained little from his meal, but that was alright, he simply wanted the meal. He looked to the mangled remains, as he blasted out air, reforming the corpse to look like what it used to be. He saw the beast like Sacrid, a beast that was simply minding its own business.
Koramund planted his tail, as it spun and dug a pit. He gentily put the wings of the beast over its torso, and put it in the earth like a deep nest. He placed the dirt over the corpse by hand, giving his respects. Koramund blinked his eyes, seeing dust and stone filling up the pit instead of the hawk. He made a mark of the hawk on top of the small mound of dirt, as some of his bloody tears stained the outline, filling it. The hawk reformed in his vision, and simply more pain seeped into him. Why did it hurt to much to kill a creature?! It was nature, it was life, it was death! Why did the pain echo within his hollow soul?! The pain just ate away at him like what happened to Sacri- Stop thinking about her! The pain was worth it, or was it?
He lifted himself up, his nails digging into the dirt and making their dents. He roared to the air, as he flew forward, his legs ripping the dirt apart like a tank with razor blades. He was done with this pain! He had to get it out of his head, and a all out indulge of adrenaline would get his mind off of it. His legs moved like machines, only picking up speed and never faltering. He was going to be the strongest there was, he was not going to let this pain happen to anyone! This was a pain that was worse then death, one that tortured his very soul and made him wish to kill himself, but not today. He loved his sister so dearly, he knew someone loved that hawk, but it was enough! His eyes bulged, as he stopped, falling to his knees. He just rested there, his eyes watering and his lips quivering. He slammed his hand to the ground, as he cried out to the heavens, "Sacrid... WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME?!"
The emotions boiling inside him were to powerful to finally stop, he crumpled to the floor. Mentally he was as smart as a admiral in combat, but physically and in his core, he was still only a teenager. He left Red Sands at the age of 8, and now he was about 14 from the stasis usage. He was a damn child to the world, but who knew who he was?! Only Sacrid knew how old he was, and how much love he held in his frozen heart. He could never get over this pain, as it finally dug into him, his tears kept on dripping, turning to water as his body adapted to a non-violent solution. He cried and cried, screaming to the air as his mind couldn't handle the stress, "I AM KAMI FORSAKEN SCARED, WHERE ARE YOU?! WHERE ARE YOU SACRID?!?!" He thought he was strong enough to handle her death, but no, the pain was just something he couldn't handle. His entire life was with her, and who had the right to take her away from him? His heart was heavy, shattered into millions of pieces, his very life was nothing to the world but a burden that steals from others.
Koramund kept on screaming for his lost sister, until he finally gave up on it. His mind was regathering, but the sorrow held his broken mind from finally fixing itself. He moaned, whimpering as snot dripped from his nose. He sniffled, tears constantly bombarding the over watered plants below him. He had made his fists so hard, his palms were bloody and bleeding. Hours ago his life was taken from him, and now it hit him in not the face, but his soul. He laid on his back, until he turned cold for a second. He felt that her death was on his hands, and then he got new memories. I hunt and I gather, I search the ground and found myself and my sister. I consumed both of them, and one became myself, the other aged and died. I am Koramund, and I shall be perfection. The memory was perfect, it showed the strange virus that took him over, but then the darkest thoughts breached his head. Was he really himself, or was he the virus? Either way, Sacrid's death was on his hands now, and it only made him cry harder as he pounded the ground. He screamed one last time to the sky, "SACRID! *sniffle* FORGIVE ME! I AM SO SORRY!" He lowered his head, repeating "...I am so sorry..."