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Welcome to the world of Fortuna, a land of fantastic proportions. This is an original fantasy roleplay that takes place in a world developed over nearly a decade of work and collaboration. We aim to encourage all participants to have a hand in the stories of the characters here, and the world around them. Your choices are key - so make them with pride. You decide who wins the wars, you decide who becomes King, the world is ours, and together we will bring it to life!
THe feeling grew! The hunger was only increasing no matter what, he knew that even if he ate what was in his bag that it wouldn't help. If anything it would probably just make him more hungry. A groan left him as he put a hand to his stomach, feeling it growl and grumble with the mounting hunger.
YES!!! THANK YOU ETERNAL DOOM!!! The right head howled in glee.
We need to go!!! Start running! The left head shrieked.
With the induced hunger raging through his body, the potion's effects were weakening faster. Though Lucard could hear them mention they were a demon as well. So that was what he was? He was a demon?
"I don't....don't want to...ruin everything..." Lucard gasped out.
Though his ears elongated and turned into canine ears, they twitched and lowered. HIs human form couldn't hold the large form half the time, giving it back it's deadly hunger? Oh boy, that would result in it being more unstable. A groan left Lucard as he doubled over, a cracking sound could be heard as his body was trying to return to it's original more larger state. Then...they had to mention a village. Lucard's eyes went wide but he made the mistake of giving a horror filled glance in the direction Ichabod was looking and that was where the village was. The boy's hair turned into fur and stood up slightly.
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 25, 2017 15:56:33 GMT -7
Well, that was fun, wasn't it?
Every demon had it's own unique form, something that insinuated their progenitor. For Ichabod, it was his form of soil, stone, gem, and metal. It was the way he could conjure jewels from nothing. He was son of the Great Deity Diassei, and his form was perfection. This boy... His was utterly monstrous. Ichabod loved it. The way he grew so much larger, the way his maw dripped with hungry spit. Ichabod had never wanted a pet until this moment.
"Good boy," He chuckled, his own form hardening to rock as he did. He wouldn't let the mutt have all the fun, after all. His eyes turned to shimmering emeralds, and the rest of him to stone that seemed to dissolve into the sand, permitting him to move with an almost gliding motion as it flowed below him. "Eat," He commanded, turning his head once more to the direction of the village, goading the beast to take the offer to ransack it, to bring chaos to their day, "Eat until you are sated, dear beast."
Lucard couldn't protest long as the change progressed. Clothes and boots were demolished as he swiftly outgrew them as he grew in size of height and pure muscle with fur. The two other heads burst free from the body and the large mark of his creator rested on his broad chest. All three heads snarled at Ichabod as the drool served out of each jaw. It mattered not this was another demon, it mattered not that they too shifted form. The ten ft monster raised a massive clawed paw and attempted to squish the demon of soil. Of course the attack was useless as the other demon merely avoided it. Course one head caught wind of the village and moved to sniff the direction the village was in. A village had much more to devour in it rather than this odd small thing by his paws. He could have a real meal!
With that in mind the beast took off away from Ichabod, each massive step caused the ground to shake as it started to run. With such large legs the gap to the village was easily closed and the beast was quick to set to work. The villagers were indeed unprepared, only used to the hassles the desert normally provided. Such as poisonous creatures and sand storms with a occasional raid by bandits. They were unprepared for demons, much less one of soul and a massive three headed dog. The beast ignored every attempt they made to wound it and all the screams that rang out. It stepped on the mortals and crushed houses, reached down with it's heads and chomped down on the ones too close. The fires from cooking pots spread as dried grass from roofs, wood, rope, and fabrics of cloth landed in them.
A savage beast was unleashed and carnage would always follow.
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 25, 2017 16:52:11 GMT -7
The beast attempted to strike at Ichabod, and he couldn't be certain if it was an intentional move - or merely the act of a crazed beast. It didn't matter, of course. The sand was all around him, and no matter what the beast could try to do, it would only hurt - and never kill. And Ichabod never minded pain. He wondered if the beast would strike again, and if he would need to lead the dull thing to the village - but it seemed one of the heads had better senses. It forced the others to follow it's lead, and off to the village they went, leaving Ichabod blowing in the sand.
"Mother... Can you do it again?" She knew what he was referred to, but scoffed at his demand. It was painful, what she had done to him once. It tore every cell in his body apart... And he would have it again? "Mother, may I?" He asked again, a playful lilt to his voice, and this time, she complied. His body disintegrating to sand, and after a few moments of excruciating pain, he reappeared in the village as the beastly, three-headed dog had. The taste of fear from the villagers was on his tongue and made the pain more than worth it. They couldn't decide which was more horrific. The man of stone with piercing emerald eyes that appeared from the earth at the centre of the town, or the ravenous beast they had seen coming?
As Ichabod impaled a man with a suddenly grown stalactite, and the boy-dog tore into the terrified mortals, it was clear that it did not matter which was worse. They were both here, and they were both bringing death to the poor, hapless folk. There was nothing that could arouse his senses more than this.
"You've found a new God, oh children of Muerte," He laughed, his voice loud, commanding, and gritted with stone. The stalactite from his chest shrunk, the impaled mortal whimpering with the last moments of life coming nearer and nearer to him. The man was brought to Ichabod's monstrous face, and cried out to be killed, to be saved from this wretched pain, "Your God is not pleased," He told him, and in the next moment, Ichabod's mouth - full of diamond-sharp teeth - was biting into the man's cheek, and he screamed with a new life of pain.
He would need to thank the boy later. He had needed this little diversion. This little... Afternoon delight.
The beast paid the other demon no mind. Why should it? Food was everywhere, scattering about its paws and a monsteruous howl times three rang through the air. With the howl ringing through the air, it carried for miles. Course the beast was quick to resume its feast on the village. It matteted little if it swallowed wood or weapons with its victims, its large prevented the now small objects from causing any real harm. All that mattered was destroying this place and having its feast.
The village was left in ruins quickly, it was so small. Course the beast still rummaged through the ruined building as it searched for more food. Only to find the produce of spices, meats, fruits, vegetables, and whatever was left that could be made into food for mortals. There were a few humans it found while searching that had somehow survived the carnage but they were quickly swallowed whole pretty much. Its stomach wasn't full though. Hard to fill a stomach of such a massive beast, it would take four more villages of this size to do it and that was only if it was the exact same size. Even a fraction smaller would still leave it wanting more. A snarl left the beast as it came ri the conclusion nothing was left. Clearly displeased as each head showed the same reaction. Disappointment and still hungry. Each head took to sniffing the air in separate directions. Attempting to pinpoint the nearest one as it took a few steps forward; knocking down the remains of a building with it's tail.
The middle head was the one to locate a scent first and with the same earth shaking steps, it began to run in that direction. Clearly ignoring Ichabod as the chance of food was much better.
Post by Ichabod Afof on Jan 26, 2017 15:35:33 GMT -7
While the beast was concerned with destruction, Ichabod was enjoying his sole victim's terror. He took his time - he wasn't starved for chaos like the beast was. He had not silenced the demon inside like the beast had. Ichabod's victim screamed, begging for the mercy of the quick deaths his kinsman received, and Ichabod only liked it more. Every scream made him groan in ecstasy, every whimper made his bites slower. The man was alive... But he wouldn't be for much longer.
Ichabod's stalactite had run through the man's abdomen, missing his most vital organs - but he would still lose life if left to bleed to death. Ichabod's bites were well-placed, and he never stole too much from any one place. A bite from the cheek. A bit of ear. A slice of arm. The neck was the most tender... But Ichabod knew the man would die, and the screams were part of his fun.
With his mouth full of flesh, he spat into the face of his victim, "Who are you?" The man cried. He was like a babe in his weakness, and Ichabod just laughed, spots of blood and small chunks of the man's own flesh flying into his face. "Who are you and what have you done with your life?" Ichabod bit again, and the man screamed out who he was. A leather worker. Boring. "Is that all?" Ichabod asked through a maw of flesh, the emeralds that were his eyes reflecting the man's tortured visage. The man nodded. Pathetic.
Ichabod pulled the stalactite back into his body, the man falling unceremoniously to the ground, crying out as dirt and sand washed into his wounds. But being on the ground gave him a chance at life. He managed to get moving, pulling himself away from the demon of rock, trying to get anywhere he could hide. It was embarrassing, really... But Ichabod would permit him this. It would give the wastrel a purpose. He followed the man, two steps being all that was required of him before standing in his path, and the man looked up with defiant tears.
"Survive," Ichabod commanded, his arms and legs slowly turning back to his humanoid form as he reached out and grasped the man's chin, "That is your duty. Survive... And tell all you meet that Hell has come." He dropped the man's face then, and walked away, trying to determine where the mutt had gone. Seemed he had left long before Ichabod had dined, leaving a blazing city and not a soul but Ichabod's victim to remain.
It was too bad, really. Once the beast was fed, he could have made a decent pet. Perhaps the two would find each other again. Shrugging, Ichabod began walking back to the road. By the time he was halfway, his form was entirely human, and he whistling absently. in his bloodstained clothes... He had a homecoming awaiting him.
To Be Continued
Last Edit: Jan 26, 2017 15:36:48 GMT -7 by Ichabod Afof
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