Post by Leurre on May 18, 2012 0:36:58 GMT -5
Leurre
it's like i can't think
without you interrupting me
it's like i can't think
without you interrupting me
The waters tasted as sickly as they looked. Like supersaturated salts and poison.
The color of lumpy gruel, stinking like rotting fish, and dangerous as plague, the Western Ocean held little appeal to anyone except the twisted creatures that lingered throughout it's depths. The fish had been forced to adapt to such an environment and seemed to be made of teeth more than scales. Closer to the black sands of the beach the crabs were abnormally large and oft times had parasitic growths hanging from their limbs. Other crustaceans either resembled rocks or exotic jungle flora. Yet as the shoreline faded from view the seafloor became norticably more bare, interrupted only by small patches of kelp forest. That is until a seemingly last hurrah of blue-green luminescent coral burst from the edges of the dark abyss that was the Trench. Life was prosperous here, but at the risk of becoming prey to the things of the deep any moment.
A one-eyed venomous species of shark had just swum out over the edge of the Trench when a massive figure came hurtling out of the darkness below, reptilian jaws closing around the mid-section and sending red spurts of color into the blue-grey water. Fish scattered in fear but the predator didn't even bother to decrease his propulsion upward and carrying his hapless prey with him.
'... meat ...'
The thought whispered through Leurre's mind as he broke the water's surface with a boom like thunder, a malicious grin quirking at the corners of his mouth just peeking around the shark's lifeless body. His massive, streamline torso hovered in the air for a second before he slipped to one side and crashed below. Then Leurre was again submerged and strolling toward the shoreline in earnest. He knew rather than sensed the eyes of the other predators that resided in the Trench watching him speed away with his prize, envious of his ability avoid sharing his meals.
They may be dangerous but they are also limited.
'... we are the more dangerous one ...'
The cloying thought was not one Leurre's rational mind shared. The large squids and other soft, tentacled predators were not a threat to something as large and ferocious as him. Which was why he had seriously considered habiting within the caverns he'd discovered just below the Trench's lips. But something more dangerous lurked deeper still. Something with teeth and a empty belly that was not to be tempted...
As such Leurre had taken up temporary residence in a series of sea-sprayed caves in one of the black cliffsides that spotted the coast. They were only accessible during high tide, when the waters rose high enough to partially submerge the main cave, but remained constantly wet and smelly from the spray of the waves. He found them extremely suitable, if a little warmer than the ice caves he'd grown up with. But he rarely ate his prey there, preferring not to create a blood trail back to his home that could be easily traced.
Instead Leurre slithered his eel-and-crocodile-like body onto the black sands, his obsidian talons leaving deep grooves as he dragged his prey along. Once sufficiently positioned so that he had a good view of his surroundings, Leurre began devouring the shark's corpse with a savage glee.
Once he'd sufficiently staved off some of his hunger, Leurre tore off a chunk of meat from the tender throat and raised his eyes to scan his surroundings. Such a cruel, ugly, and putrid smelling ocean... it's perfect. Glowing amber red eyes glazed slightly and his chewing slowed, his thoughts turning to the past few days spent here.
'... we have been looking for a new place for awhile ...'
I know! But is this the right place?
After leaving the cold northern oceans, Leurre had been on the move for sometime, searching for a new piece of the sea to claim. He was huge, even for his kind, and needed a place that would sustain his appetite without becoming exhausted. Very few places like that existed, and even fewer areas were open. He'd assumed that eventually he'd just have to take a place by force and had been on his way to challenge the owner of the azure Eastern Ocean when he'd come accross this place and decided to rest for awhile.
But now... Leurre swallowed noisily, and stared out at the murky reflection of the sun on the water.
'... oh i do think my little puppet is in love. go on lovie, take this beauty for our own ...'
The quiet, snickering whisper was all the goading Leurre needed. Acting on impulse Leurre drew in a great breath, reared back his cobra-like head, and parted his jaws in a crooked version of a open-smile.
"Mine," he whispered before roaring his possession to the world, his bellowing rumble resounding off the land for miles.
The color of lumpy gruel, stinking like rotting fish, and dangerous as plague, the Western Ocean held little appeal to anyone except the twisted creatures that lingered throughout it's depths. The fish had been forced to adapt to such an environment and seemed to be made of teeth more than scales. Closer to the black sands of the beach the crabs were abnormally large and oft times had parasitic growths hanging from their limbs. Other crustaceans either resembled rocks or exotic jungle flora. Yet as the shoreline faded from view the seafloor became norticably more bare, interrupted only by small patches of kelp forest. That is until a seemingly last hurrah of blue-green luminescent coral burst from the edges of the dark abyss that was the Trench. Life was prosperous here, but at the risk of becoming prey to the things of the deep any moment.
A one-eyed venomous species of shark had just swum out over the edge of the Trench when a massive figure came hurtling out of the darkness below, reptilian jaws closing around the mid-section and sending red spurts of color into the blue-grey water. Fish scattered in fear but the predator didn't even bother to decrease his propulsion upward and carrying his hapless prey with him.
'... meat ...'
The thought whispered through Leurre's mind as he broke the water's surface with a boom like thunder, a malicious grin quirking at the corners of his mouth just peeking around the shark's lifeless body. His massive, streamline torso hovered in the air for a second before he slipped to one side and crashed below. Then Leurre was again submerged and strolling toward the shoreline in earnest. He knew rather than sensed the eyes of the other predators that resided in the Trench watching him speed away with his prize, envious of his ability avoid sharing his meals.
They may be dangerous but they are also limited.
'... we are the more dangerous one ...'
The cloying thought was not one Leurre's rational mind shared. The large squids and other soft, tentacled predators were not a threat to something as large and ferocious as him. Which was why he had seriously considered habiting within the caverns he'd discovered just below the Trench's lips. But something more dangerous lurked deeper still. Something with teeth and a empty belly that was not to be tempted...
As such Leurre had taken up temporary residence in a series of sea-sprayed caves in one of the black cliffsides that spotted the coast. They were only accessible during high tide, when the waters rose high enough to partially submerge the main cave, but remained constantly wet and smelly from the spray of the waves. He found them extremely suitable, if a little warmer than the ice caves he'd grown up with. But he rarely ate his prey there, preferring not to create a blood trail back to his home that could be easily traced.
Instead Leurre slithered his eel-and-crocodile-like body onto the black sands, his obsidian talons leaving deep grooves as he dragged his prey along. Once sufficiently positioned so that he had a good view of his surroundings, Leurre began devouring the shark's corpse with a savage glee.
Once he'd sufficiently staved off some of his hunger, Leurre tore off a chunk of meat from the tender throat and raised his eyes to scan his surroundings. Such a cruel, ugly, and putrid smelling ocean... it's perfect. Glowing amber red eyes glazed slightly and his chewing slowed, his thoughts turning to the past few days spent here.
'... we have been looking for a new place for awhile ...'
I know! But is this the right place?
After leaving the cold northern oceans, Leurre had been on the move for sometime, searching for a new piece of the sea to claim. He was huge, even for his kind, and needed a place that would sustain his appetite without becoming exhausted. Very few places like that existed, and even fewer areas were open. He'd assumed that eventually he'd just have to take a place by force and had been on his way to challenge the owner of the azure Eastern Ocean when he'd come accross this place and decided to rest for awhile.
But now... Leurre swallowed noisily, and stared out at the murky reflection of the sun on the water.
'... oh i do think my little puppet is in love. go on lovie, take this beauty for our own ...'
The quiet, snickering whisper was all the goading Leurre needed. Acting on impulse Leurre drew in a great breath, reared back his cobra-like head, and parted his jaws in a crooked version of a open-smile.
"Mine," he whispered before roaring his possession to the world, his bellowing rumble resounding off the land for miles.
Leurre
i'm addicted to you
it's like your taking over me
i'm addicted to you
it's like your taking over me
OoC: So long! Sorry, I got carried away in some of my descriptions. I'm gonna go ahead and apologize for any grammatical errors cuz I'm too lazy to change them now. Oh and here is a color code:
written
thought
'... psychotic thought ...'
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thought
'... psychotic thought ...'
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