Porfyrurius: Return of the Lycanthropes - Chapter one
Level 47 : Master Blockhead
Posted 06/29/12 6:13:47 am
The waves rushing to and fro along the white sandy bay. There she lay, soaking wet, surrounded by debris from the ship and the huge dead leviathan, lay splurged on the shore, tentacles intertwined with the ships debris. Victoria blinked and coughed the water still in her lungs and mouth. She sat upright in a second, gasping for air and brushing the sand off of her clothing out of her hair and her face. She glanced around in dismay - The whole shore was a ship graveyard as well as a Giant Squid graveyard. Quickly on her feet and recovering, Victoria began to pace aimlessly along the shore. Looking for another sign of life, no way could she be the only survivor - could she? Victoria began to search further into some of the still intact parts of the ship, the captains quarters was a mess but still standing, the leviathan’s huge tentacles had it in cased within. The masts were nothing more than flimsy tooth picks to the best and by the way they laid now a pile of disembowels planks - The beast used them as such.
The Captains Quarters were a horrid mess. The Red Velvet Carpet now stained with salt water and slime from the sea, the books used as smudged sponges - not doing any good anyway, the desk, flipped and broken along with the chairs the maps. Everything was broken or water logged nothing of use. Victoria, who at this point was quite shocked and scared, left the shore and started to head towards the forest nearby. It wasn’t as dense as she had imagined when she got close enough but it would still give her some cover before she worked out what was going on. Victoria looked to the sky, the sun was setting - She’d have to set up a place to stay before it got too dark. Now scouting through the edges of the forest for a place to set up, she found afew trees that had fallen down into a small cove like camp. She smiled, this would do nicely - She stepped into the small cove, it dipped down slightly out of sight but also very content. Happy with her discovery she laid out some of the sail she grabbed, as well as her small backpack. Victoria put the sail across the dirt ditch and took out the small knife in her bag and then headed out of her small den to collect fire wood.
Out into the sparse woods she went, finding suitable twigs and branches that she could use. Victoria felt uneasy... as if something was watching her. No matter how badly she told herself no one else was around, she couldn’t help it. Bright Crimson eyes were prying on her, and she had no idea. They would take in her scent, her fear, her paranoia her very being. They watched her from afar, blending all too well into their surroundings - for they had an eye on their next meal. Whether Victoria knew it or not, she was prey, and the predator was on the hunt. Not really paying attention to what’s going on around her, she continues picking up campfire wood, small twigs snapping beneath her feet. Gathering the wood and any small things to eat she can find, such as berries or any plants she knows won’t kill her. It was at this time she noticed how quite everything was.... I mean, even for an abandoned island as far as she knew everything was too quite. No wind, no whisper of the sea, no chirp of birds, squeak of small animals... nothing. Now the real paranoia feeling set into Victoria - she listen, for any small noise, anything that’d make her feel safe again.... nothing. She picked up afew more pieces of wood and hurried her way back to her small temporary cove.
Back in her cove, she made a small pit into the dirt, within the cove, and surrounded it with the rocks around the trees. Piled the wood into a small pyramid shape, with the rest in a pile not too far from it, she then said afew words, setting off a small flame within the pyramid - her fire was rearing and ready to go. At least she knew she wouldn’t freeze to death tonight. With one of the spare sticks, she slid afew berries onto it, along with some herbs she managed to find and began to roast them over the fire. To Victorias surprise it actually smelt delicious!
Victoria wasn’t the only one who was attracted to the smell of her dinner. Her predators were closing in around her and she was oblivious to it. Their jaws snapping, trapping shut anything in their way, saliva oozing out of their mismatched jaw lines, eyes haunting anything that falls t their glace, black iron talons ripping up dirt, branches even tree trunks that get in their path. The top apex predator was in fact a pack animal. When the pack finds their prey, there’s no hope left.
A twig snapped, Victoria heard it and quickly blew the fire out, before covering it in dirt, grabbing the knife and crouching in a defensive position. The predators had stopped as well, becoming as still as the night, trying to hide themselves in the shadows but it was too late for them, they were out in the open and completely visible to victorias now wide open eyes. The once prowling and stalking predators now attentive and staring down Victoria, sensing her raced heart-beat, her fear sprinting through the still night. The creatures decided to rush towards Victoria, claws ripping through the terrain, nothing to stop them from their kill. Victoria let out a scream, looking for her knife - it was tiny, how was she going to get out of this?
Victoria - her head now thumping from freight, tried to get out of her once safe house through another way. She began bushing through the very thick tree branches, cutting and scratching her arms and afew on her legs also, her clothes got caught as well but she didn’t stop trying to get out and away from the monsters running towards her. She finally broke through, bleeding slightly, but she was free none the less - she stumbled for a bit but regained herself before running into the woods even more so. Sprinting as far as her legs could take her she was panting so heavily, the blood seemed to have stoped itself- Thud. She had hit something hard as she turned around to glace back to see if those things were still following her. Knocked onto the ground, the twigs and dead leaves printing themselves into her hands she glanced up to be greeted by a tall cloaked figure, seemed to be slouched back on its haunches, powerful legs, a huge torso, packed with muscle and huge set shoulders, a thick neck and the head - the most horrifying of all was its head. What looked like.... fur, had cloaked the whole of the creature. Panting heavily, nostrils flaring, teeth razor sharp and bare. It let out a horrifying laugh. That laugh chilled Victoria to her core, she gasped in horror - nowhere to run... the predator had won.
It’s dark crimson eyes piercing into hers, he lent forward and spoke.
‘Hahaha... What have we hear? A little lost girl.’
The other creatures had caught up by now, they had surrounded her by now. All of them standing around either on all fours or on their two back legs, jaws a wide and laughing along with their leader. The leader of the Pack.
‘My Brethren, look what washed up on OUR shores, and made a home on OUR land!’ He hollered, that pack laughing again in a riot. Victoria dropped to her knees, cowering from the massive beasts that surrounded her so.
The leader closed in on her, reaching out with a taloned paw. But before he could grasp Victorias shirt she pushed away his massive paw.
‘You DARE to touch me you FOOL!?’ He roared in her face.
Victoria sat there and giggled, almost uncontrollably. As she had expected, and hoped would happen, the Porfyrurius disease had over-come Victoria - almost her own safe guard system.
Victoria rose, and began to walk towards the leader, trying to get past him - still giggling to herself.
The Leader struck out his arm, cloths lining Victoria back to the ground.
‘You leave when i say you can leave Girlie!’ He yelled at her, saliva being spat everywhere.
Victoria gave the leader a menacing glare, her eyes almost staring right through him, her teeth grit together. Still looking at him, she began to giggle and laugh hysterically, insulted at her response the leader stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. With a swift movement of her arm she had sent her small knife straight into the large paw of the leader.
He howled out in agony, the others now in a frenzy panic. With this chance, Victoria picked herself up and ran further into the forest. The rest of the pack refusing to do anything without orders, stood there in a blood frenzy.
‘GET HER YOU IDIOTS!’ He shouted in pain, the others took off in a heartbeat, chasing Victoria down. Her steps quicken even more when she heard the thud of other taloned paws and snarls after her. She could see some caves ahead, just a little further and she would be safe. Before she knew it she had tripped on an uproot of a tree and fell into a small crevice. With a loud thud, she had landed on her back onto the hard stone - she let out a painful groan and arched her back with a gasp of air. The other wolf like predators that had been chasing her seemed to have lost her, they jumped right over the small gap not picking up on her scent or anything in the slightest bit.
Victoria sat upright, a small ray of moonlight drifting through the gap, lighting the small cove she had fallen into. There was a small stream of water, and a crack in the wall where the water would travel in and out. It looked like such a peaceful place, looking around, the moon light was the only light source - except for a small glowing light deeper in the cave. Still regaining herself from the fall and her senses were still waking up as well, she began to notice the faint smell of burning wood, the cave did seem slightly filled with smoke. She began making her way towards the light, hoping another survivor from the ship - someone she knew, was still alive and able to help her.
She made her way further into the cave, following what seemed to be quite a used path, it dug its way into the dirt and stone, as if someone has moved through it many times. Once getting to the bottom of the tunnel there was a small room like hole, she peered though - all seemed normal. Small campfire, a few crates of supplies, pile of blankets for a bed - all like a normal set up. Victoria kept looking around and gasped before turning around quickly back against the wall. There was one of them, another wolf? NO... she knew what it was, it was a Lycan. The Lycan pricked his ears up, and sniffed the air - he knew someone was there. He chuckled lightly before standing up and making his way towards whatever had stumbled into his hiding place.
Victoria remained where she was, knowing there was no way to escape. He struck a big paw around and gently grabbed Victoria, she tried to scream but another paw went around her mouth. Letting go of her, he placed a claw to his mouth, as if to tell her to be quiet. She nodded, looking at him. He didn’t look like the others, his fur was clean and cut, hair tied back into a plat and he was wearing dark green shorts, they seemed short and rugged but well fit for someone like him. A small orange vest also accompanied the piece, too small to button up.
He seemed friendly... for now.
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