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| Shapeshifter Isle Installment #14; by Rashido | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 10 2013, 08:04 PM (431 Views) | |
| Rashido | Jul 10 2013, 08:04 PM Post #1 |
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So, I've been gone. For a long time. And that's pretty douchey of me. I'm really sorry. But I've had a ton of shit going on. I got really sick and was hospitalized for 4 days (serious pneumonia). I'm not kidding at all, that's why I was so depressed for a day or two before I ditched (when I say ditched, I mean went to the hospital). A few days after that I went out of town for a week to LA and forgot my phone at home. I know that's a weak excuse, but it's what happened. Since I've been back it's been pretty much nonstop with my friends and my girlfriend (yes, she's a real thing). Today is the first down time I've had in a while between work and friends. I just wanna say I'm sorry for not being a good internet friend over the last few weeks and I promise to make it up to you guys. I hope you enjoy this! Installment #14 ‘What the…’ I think, observing the obscenely strange scene before me. Black Ice was huddled in a ball, Wyvax had been stabbed in the arm, and a bunch of infrastructure had been knocked over or demolished. Not to mention the absolutely immense elk slowly dying in the middle of camp. I had smelled the blood a long way off, but I had just figured the guys had caught another goat or something. I certainly hadn’t been anticipating, well, this. My mouth begins to water heavily, and Wild gives me a quizzical look. I’m too busy staring at the massive carcass drooling to notice him. My mind has become a one-track device, intent on eating. A red fog sweeps over me. A roaring grows in my ears and I can’t think about anything other than the elk. I take a step towards it, and Wild puts a hand on my arm. I lash out, slamming him down on the ground and unleash a guttural growl fierce enough to make an angry pitbull think twice. He looks up at me in horror, and FishFreak grabs my arms in an attempt to hold me back. I throw him off, and then stop, the red haze clouding my vision is suddenly gone. “Oh god Wild I’m so sorry.” I mumble. He doesn’t hear me over the sound of FishFreak roaring in my ears, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” over and over again. But the smell is still there. The plaintive cries of the dying beast beckon to me, and the way I’m drooling is honestly pretty gross. I turn towards FishFreak, and start to growl again. “Leave. Me. Alone.” I growl, and he takes a step back. “What’s wrong with your eyes, dude?” he says, calling over to Wyvax, “It’s like Black Ice all over again!” At this, Wyvax takes a step forward. Physically he’s much larger than me, but I snarl all the same. My stance is low, tense, dangerous. My hands are open with my fingers curled like claws, ready to slash. My eyes see everything differently. The red haze is back, but I can see clearer than before. Every hair on my body is standing on end. The low snarl emitting from god (or goddess, I guess) knows where deep in my body slowly builds into a roar. My mind is warring with itself. A voice creeps in… Take it. It’s yours… Assert your right! Do it NOW! Wyvax is still on the approach, with his hands held up in front of him in a nonthreatening gesture. Still roaring, I leap onto him, tackling him to the ground. He tries to throw me off but I'm on him like white on rice. My hands form into fists and I slam them down onto his neck, chimp style. By this time I've run out of wind and stop roaring for a momnent, but Wyvax is out of commission. Wild comes up behind me quickly, but I hear him and spin, grabbing his shirt and throwing him down. I use the momentum to bring myself to my feet. The blood rushing in my ears is unbearable. I roar again, the sound belonging to something other than a man. Something different. And unmistakeably greater. 2 weeks later... "Munfy!" I call, my voice raw from exertion. "Yeah bud?" He replies, taking a puff of his cigarette. Dull gray light emanating from the dawn sun shines in streaks through the ferns as I stride into camp. I sniff the air, breathing in the smell of fresh rain and smoked venison. Quarter-sized drops splat against my bare chest, wiping me clean both inside and out. I need a break. Munfy is sitting by the fire with FishFreak just shooting the shit over breakfast. Wild and Black Ice are close behind, carrying a huge buck goat. Our new hunting tactic had worked out to brilliant effect, and we could relax and not worry about food for a few days. Basically, we set up an area that we could easily trap an animal in, then Wild lies in wait at the kill site while Black Ice and I run through the forest screaming our heads off, herding the animals toward him. "Can you do me a favor and set up a drying rack? We need to get this meat prepared as soon as possible. We don't want to be caught unprepared again." I say, thinking back on the day before... "I need to get off of this fucking island!" The guy raged, screaming about how he couldn't take a shower. "It's too much for me! I can't do it!" Sighing, I said in the most venomously sarcastic way I could, "Get the fuck over yourself bro. Take a bath downstream or something if you're that freaked. I don't know why you haven't already. I mean, it's not like you ever do anything that could possibly take effort but whine. Maybe that works up a sweat for you, I don't know." This guy was getting on my nerves. His name was Dan or something, and every time I saw him I felt like punching him in the face. All he ever did was complain about how warped this whole thing was and eat a ton of food. He got crazy eyes and looked at me and said, "So says the feral freak who thinks he's in charge." It was the wrong thing to say. Even though I was spared the red haze ever since I brewed that potion thing, my eyes still went slitted and I started to move towards him. The words weren't fresh, but I could still feel the call to dominate ringing through my bones. One of the older women came over and asked what was going on just in time to see me launch myself towards him and cave in his nose with my fist. He dropped to his knees whimpering, and I lifted him up, throwing him down horizontally while simultaneously bringing my knee up with a violent fervor. I heard a rib crack and he gasped as the air whooshed out of his lungs. The woman cried out and it made me angry. I don't know why, but I got just furious with her. Maybe because in the heat of the moment, this struck me as a kind of rebellion. I grabbed a small rock on the ground, bringing it up and throwing it like a baseball straight at her face. I heard a crunch and she screamed. The color tinged. My eyes were clouded with red once again. ---------------------------------- So I know its really short and kind of shit but i have like no time. More soon. Edited by Wyvax, Jul 11 2013, 05:03 PM.
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| Sectotl | Jul 13 2013, 04:14 PM Post #11 |
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Sorry I was gone for a while, was off to Slovenia for a while, beautiful country by the way, lake bled was the highlight of the trip. Anyway nice story, it makes me very horny. jk Regardless it is nicely worded and keeps up with the theme of shape-shifting, which is also good . |
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7:31 AM Jul 11