◘○•ƨʝúκ∂óмʋя•○◘ {CLOSED, REBOOTING}

[cazio]

I'm pumpedddddd!

[Smamm]

So, when will we be starting then?

[Harpy•]

It wouldn't be hard. All she had to do was lie there, stay still, and not move when she would feel the tracks begin to vibrate. It would take almost no effort at all; just lay down, close her eyes, and die.

The entire world was pretty much going to hell anyway, what with the incurable contagious disease, crime rates shooting through the roof, people dying every second of every day. What would one little suicide do? Who would care? Nothing, and no one. Raquel just had enough of it, of everything. If life was this incredibly hard to live, it wasn't worth living. She couldn't see a point in carrying on like this, living constantly in fear, unable to protect herself from an impending doom that she knew was coming.

She closed her eyes, standing in the middle of the parallel tracks, her head bowed. She could feel slight tremblings in the balls of her feet, vibrations foretelling her death. She inhaled deeply, slowly moving, crouching down until her fingertips touched the cold, unwavering steel of the rails. She shifted herself and lay down, her knees hooked over one rail, her neck draped over the other.
The vibrations were becoming more prominent, quivering her entire body, shaking her to the very core. She looked up at the sky, watching the blue, untouchable depths for the last time, waiting for the death that was promised by the pronounced screeching of the train's horn.

She could hear the wheels whirring along the parallel track lines, feel the coal-fueled steam drift over her face. And as she tensed, feeling the locomotive's shadow pass over her face, she scrunched her eyes shut, her entire frame becoming rigid.

The next thing she knew, she was flying. She was in the air, her arms spread out, pumping slowly and forcefully up and down. But how could that make her fly? Curious, she tilted her head to the side, and saw wings. Huge, feathered yet scaled, navy blue in their magnificence. A gasp escaped her, but it wasn't human; it was a cry of some sort, something like an animalistic roar of terror. It came from her.
She woke up then, wind whipping harshly past her face, her hair stinging in her eyes and on her cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered, trying to open the slightest bit, and then succeeded. She slowly looked down, and nearly screamed; two large claws encircled her entire body, clutching her with a firmness that almost made it hard to breathe.

Calm down, little one.

Raquel blinked, and blinked again. She swallowed and then looked slowly up, her eyes locking on the thing above her. A giant scaled head, menacing and lizard-like. A dragon. Her mouth popped open in shock, and she forgot that she was flying in midair, held precariously by a creature that was thought to be demonic.

If it helps, perhaps you should just close your eyes.

She shut them immediately, scrunching them tightly and keeping them that way. She somehow knew exactly where the voice was coming from, and it created an odd sense of calming. Her entire soul felt rejoined with itself, her heart becoming the second piece of its own whole. It was her Dracio, she could feel it.

Everything you have ever known is going to change completely.

{{I am so, so, sosososososososososossooooo sorry. So sorry, guys, for the incredibly long and incredibly ridiculous wait. Here is Raquel's intro, I am very tired and very sick, so Damon's will come next. You are free to post now, if anyone is even still willing to participate. Dx}}

[Lennie]

{yay! we're starting. :]
I just redid my forms, I hope they work. I should have my post done by tomorrow at the latest.}

[cazio]

ooc// lol raquel....xD anyways, question: are our characters dracios out all the time after activation? I'll edit my post if they aren't or whatever.

Silence. The complete absence of sound. That was before the disease took its toll. During the outbreak in his city there was no silence, only the screams of dying people and rioting, fires and guttural cries for bloodshed. Slowly though, the violence ended. Gradually at first, but soon enough every bit of noise was replaced with a dead body or ravening creature that could be called human. Elisio remembered when Brad got infected. Brad was the strongest member of their group, able to traverse pipeline and muscle up a rooftop faster than any of them. After the disease hit, all the had was parkour. It became a lifeline, escaping from mobs of the infected by vaulting over railings, climbing walls and diving through underbars. They were elusive and controlled, the polar opposite of the rest of the city. Elisio was sure they were the only ones unaffected at one point.

Then Brad got too close. People in his city had a funny way of dealing with the disease, leaving fresh food out for survivors and then capturing them until they got sick too. It was supposed to be Elisio's mission because he'd activated his Dracio, so he could be safe if he was captured. Malik was a terrifying creature in dragon form, with hunks of flesh missing and hanging off him like rags. People feared his Dracio, seeing him as an apocalyptic terror from their worst nightmare. He'd grabbed the food when one of the infected came barreling out of the darkness. Elisio was prepared, but not for Brad being right beside him. One breath. That was all it took for him to be infected. the rest of the story? Same as every infected person. Brad died, and accidentally infected everyone else in their group. Elisio watched them go mad then weaken and finally die. Nothing flashy, the just stopped breathing and started drooling blood.

The sun blared down on him now as he walked towards the next city, wondering who had activated their Dracio here. he'd met a few people who had, but they refused to travel with them and wanted to look for a cure. A pointless venture, but Elisio left without any more questions. He kicked the dirt, sending a spray of parched dust into the air.

You can't run from me. I'm part of you.

Elisio felt a swell of hate and sadness smack into his heart at the same time, making him wince openly. he hated being one of the "chosen", he didn't want this! He wanted to be dead, spitting up blood and going to heaven! He gritted his teeth, walking faster.He looked off to the distance in the yellow wheat field. A glowing white stag was standing there, puffing its chest like the graceful beast it was. Its inky black eyes were burning into his.

I will follow you wherever you go.

"Go away!" He screamed at the deer. It blinked, but remained motionless. Elisio felt a feeling of warmth, of deep friendship and some sort of love, like one you'd receive form your parents. Samek had partial control over him but Elisio tried his hardest to push away the feeling that everything was all right. Samek's ears swiveled to the side and he sighed, trotted forward delicately.

You need to stop this.

[Harpy•]

{{Come on, guys, do not let this die.}}

[ossa di cervo]

Trish K. Lanney
You can s o u n d the alarm,
You can c a l l out your guards,
You can f e n c e in your yard,
You can p u l l all the cards,
But I won't back down.

The sound of sneakers scuffing the cobblestone alleyway and the slight click of claws was all that reached Trish's ears. She was pacing down an alley with her beloved Tuli next to her, his nasty face lifted proudly into the air. Trish never thought Tuli was pretty or magnificent, no, she thought he was repulsive and disgusting, but he was all she had. And she was rather proud to have him at her side, no matter how out of hand he got. The little devil was pacing when he looked up and saw Trish's aviators fixed on him.

Trish.. pole.

The words slipped into Trish's mind and she glanced up, moving her body fluidly to miss the pole that had come onto her path. A smile flicked across her face, barely visible through the shadow that her black hood threw down. Her deep red curls were trying to escape from their prison when she lifted a hand to swipe them behind her ear and pull her hood off. "You're a nasty little devil, you know that Tuli? A nasty devil indeed." She spoke as she removed her aviators and glanced down at the devil again.

Of course I know that, you tell me all the time..

A short pause.

Trish.. What are we doing now? You have no where to go. Everyone is gone now.. You know that right, or has your mind just not grasped that? You need to come to those terms though if we're ever going to make it on our own.

Of course the mangy furball would bring that up. Trish's eyes flew to path and the once small smile vanished. She hated this conversation. Everyone had only died two days ago and she'd already had this conversation with Tuli several times. It was always, 'Trish, your families gone, you're hopeless.' or 'Trish, suck it up.'.

She shot a venomous glance down at the devil as they emerged onto one of the many abandoned roads, "I don't care what we do, or where we go. As long as we get out of here, we'll be fine. We just need to find other survivors.." The girl threw her arms above her head and they continued to walk.

Alright.. If you think that will help.. How will you know that they can't be infected though?

"I won't know. I'll find out." Trish's jaw clenched and the little Tasmanian Devil cringed from the motion. He knew how violent and ruthless Trish could get. She was small, sure, but when she was serious she could do some major damage to someone with her tight fists. The girl didn't need weapons and if it wasn't for the disease Tuli was as close to positive as he could possibly be that Trish would be rid of Tuli. She didn't need him.. He was simply a barrier between her life and the disease.. Nothing more.. Tuli's face morphed slightly with the grief that came with such a thought when he noticed that Trish had led them to bridge.

Water. It was always water. The red-haired girl looked down into the depths, then at the devil near her heels. The beast let out a small sigh of relief as she started to walk away, but when she turned and sprinted toward the water, Tuli ran after her. The girl made a swan dive off of the bridge and down toward the water, her red curls whipping out behind her. Tuli rolled his eyes and leapt down after her, his black wings sprouting from his back, sprouts that seemed to be full of molten lava bursting from his fur. Within seconds he was fully developed Dragon and he flew down to Trish and let her land rather harshly onto his back.

I'm sick of this Trish! Suck it up and get over yourself, you need to think about everyone else! What if I didn't catch you that time?! We'd both be dead!

Trish rolled her eyes as she steadied herself on her Dragon's back, "Whatever, Tuli, just fly. Take me away from here.."

((I'll post with my guy later tonight. ^^ Hope this is okay though:D))

[cazio]

Elisio turned off of the dirt road into a jog, making a beeline towards the city. He kept his stride in check, the thought that he might never eat again was constantly on his mind. he didn't think it would really ever be a problem once he found a place to stay, considering most of the grocery stores had piles and piles of food available since the diseased were to busy attacking each other in a rabid rage to focus on eating. He exhaled heavily as he jogged, dark images running through his head like a stormcloud. He could see their faces, their smiles that turned to monstrous snarls and he tried to blink them away. Then a fog seemed to cover the images in his brain and he knew it was Samek's doing, but he said nothing and continued jogging. He could hear the tiny thuds of Samek's hooves as he glided along behind him, but Elisio pretended not to hear. He prentended that all he could hear was the drumming of his necklace slapping him in the chest.

Elisio let his body take over as he ran, the muscles knowing precisely what to do, how fast to contract and lengthen and to keep the same pace. In what seemed like no time at all, he was in the city. He waited fo rthe sound of car horns or machinery but tehre was none, as always. He slowed to a walk,gazing up at the skyscrapers. Someone had spent years planning and building each of these huge office buildings, but now they were all empty and waiting to be destroyed. Form street level, ever building had broken windows and dried blood everywhere. Elisio could almost see the infected swarming around each one, tearing it apart to get at the survivors.

Its a shame really.

Elisio turned, his heart thudding. Then his eyes narrowed, seeing only a white stag gazing up at the sky. Samek flicked his ears in amusement.

Thought I was a human didn't you?

"No, I didn't actually, you just startled me." Elisio retorted. Samek flared his nostrils slightly, indicating he thought Elisio was bluffing. "Don't give me that look you lit--" A shadow blacked out the sun briefly and Elisio heard a wingflap. He instantly looked to his Dracio, and Samek nodded. Eliso burst into a sprint, following the direction of the shadow. Samek ctapaulted into action and he sharp clacking of hooves filled the street as he followed his master. Soon the deer was beside his partner and Elisio jumped onto Samek's back as the stag began to morph into his undead dragon form. Samek let out a piercing roar to try and slow the dragon ahead of them.

"It has to be a Dracio, right?" Elisio yelled over the wind. Samek didn't answer, he only flew faster.

[Kites]

{{Hey guys! Sorry I havent posted. I'm currently on holiday, and wont get back until Friday. I do however have an exam on the Monday morning, so the earliest my next post will be on that Monday night. Sorry once again!}}

[ossa di cervo]

Christopher 'Zeke' Neal Somas
E v e r y b o d y, come take my hand.
We'll walk this route t o g e t h e r through the storm,
Whatever weather, c o l d or warm,
Just lettin' you know that y o u ' r e not alone.
Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road.

The dark was overwhelming as Zeke took in small, quick breathes. The noise was barely audible as the terrified tears slid down his cheeks. It was silent aside from his sobs for several long seconds, then, suddenly, he started to move and the sloshing of liquid hitting the carpeted floor was heard. The splashes were careless and they made their way around the entire room before Zeke stood in the middle of the room again. A few more long, sob filling seconds past before the liquid moving could be heard again. This time it sounded like it was hitting flesh before it rained down onto the floor. When that sound was finished, the sobs were no longer audible, and even the short, shallow breathing wasn't heard.

A sudden cough could be heard and the sound of a few drops cascading down to earth and finally splashing into the pools at Zeke's feet. Wind whistled in through the blinded window and the clacking of teeth could be heard for a few quick seconds. Trembling hands reached into a pocket and, from the sounds of it, a small cardboard box was produced, filled with small, wooden sticks.

Matches.

Wet hands, slippery with gasoline, pulled a match from it's little shelter and drew it across the side. A spark was found and the small flame lit up the whole room. It was an abandoned building, the walls were smeared with the blood of desperate hands and the flooring was covered in torn up carpeting and long lines of gasoline seeping into the carpets. The few pieces of furniture that survived the terror of this newfound disease were torn and nasty looking. The man standing in the middle of the room was draped in a black button up shirt that clung to his skin in what looked like sweat and his hair was being pulled down with the weight of this liquid covering his body and the flooring.

A few more quiet sobs escaped his lips before the match was flicked from his fingers. It hit the floor and flames instantly lit up around him. On instinct his muscles bunched and he leaned toward the door of the room, ready to run for cover. He had chosen an awfully painful way to finish his life, but he sat and waited, the sobs continuing and his hands now shaking at his sides. The flames reached his legs and began to climb up and when they reached his waist, the man was bent over in pain, screams tearing at his throat with the pain that he assumed was the flame tearing into his flesh and feasting.

Little did he know that he fire hadn't even begun to feast on his flesh, but his Dracio was instead coming to his rescue. His pain was so immense that his eyes didn't register the vanishing flame and the dark that began to enter the room once more. When Zeke was able to breath again, his palms were down on the floor and his hair was still dripping with gasoline. He panted for several long seconds before looking up at the thing that saved his life.

The bright green, curious eyes looked down at him. They were huge and they had a slight glow to them, like they were polished emeralds found in fine, white sand. The giant feet were also a deep green, barely visible in the now dark that haunted the room, but Zeke was able to figure out what this Dragon looked like for the most part. Zeke was able to push himself into a standing position to figure out that this Dragon came up to about his mid-forearm. Rather small for a Dragon, but Zeke found it fitting.

They sat in silence for awhile, Zeke admiring the fine beauty of his Dragon and Zieds admiring the beauty of her human. The moment both laid eyes on each other they knew this was going to be a working relationship and fine one at that. The burning urge to go help was in both of them and Zeke could feel that radiating off of Zieds.

Shall we?

Zeke heard the thought slip into his thoughts and with a small, exhausted smile they began their journey through the abandoned building. Zieds slipped into a ferret form, scurrying onto Zeke's shoulder and laying there, content to watch the world pass by her large, black eyes. "You saved me.. Now we just need to save others.."

Of course. But first.. You need sleep, my dear. Else you pass out whilst walking.

Zeke smiled a little, the first smile in quite some time as he nodded, "Of course. We'll find somewhere to sleep then and begin to find others first thing in the morning."

((Is Elisio chasing after Trish or Raquel? :3 I'd respond with Trish, but I wasn't sure about that(: ))