Name: Ramiel
Username: Dragontrix
Gender: Male
Sima wanted: 23 (legs)
Always watching, always waiting in the shadows and the corner of your eye.
Hidden away, waiting, for the right moment to strike. He will see you, but you will not notice until its to late.
Way, way to late.
(Scared and unsure, what's happening? Where am I?) Stalking, hunting. Always on the move.
(Help me, I don't know where I am)Dancing shadows and piercing howls.
(What happened? I don't remember?)Stalking.
(Did I do that? No please No)Hunting.
(Make it stop!)Always hungry.
(Please....)
What did this sima do?:
The forest is dark and the night silent, the breeze through the trees the only sound to be heard. A pair of young simas walk the path winding it's way through the trees. They are laughing and happily joking with each other, giving each other loving nuzzles as they go. Everything is peaceful, the moon above them lighting up forest floor, covering the 2 simas in glimmering silver. Their journey though the trees won't be long, but still they savor this peaceful moment before they reach the forests edge and the city beyond it. For when they reach it their joyful stroll will end and they will be forced to part, going their separate ways once again. For they are still young and their families call them back to their own homes. So they take every moment they can get, strolling underneath the trees as the shadows flicker across the ground.
Something crunches behind them and loud laughter erupts from out of nowhere, abruptly breaking the peaceful atmosphere. The young pair hesitates and turns to each other before uneasily looking behind them. The laughter and loud sounds are getting closers, heavy paws hitting the ground and a sharp sound like breaking glass. The older of the two frowns and takes a hesitant but stubborn step forward, positioning himself in front of his smaller companion. And then they aren't alone anymore. A group of loud adult stumble out from among the trees onto the path. Their steps unsteady and their voices loud as they joke and shove at each other forcefully and at least one of them stumble and nearly hit the ground. Both the teens froze and started with wide eyes at the group of simas before them. There was 9 of them, loud and aggressively making each other stumble and laughing at each other's jokes. They were all so much bigger then the young pair who both gulped and turned to each other, fear in their eyes.
This was not going as they had planned. Their peaceful stroll abruptly ended.
Oh so carefully the younger of the two started walking backwards, trying to get away without being noticed. But no luck, the leaves crunches beneath their paws and the adults abruptly stop and their head jerk towards them. The pair freezes, caught in the suddenly heavy gaze of the simas before them. One of them laugh and some snicker, a leer one ones face as their attention is suddenly all on them.
"Well well well, what do we have here? Hmm, a pair of kids out of bed after bedtime?" the adults laugh again and one of them stumble closer. The younger teen flinches, pressing closer to his companion. The adults are getting closer, pressing in way to close for comfort, there are to many of them and they are faster. There are no way they can get away from them on their own and they both know it. They have their phones, but neither are sure they can get to them to call for help without setting of the adults into potentially doing something rash, and still its their only chance if they get aggressive.
"Hey! Kids! We are talking to you!" One of the adults snap and flicks their tail in their direction and it hits the younger teen in the side hard, making him stumble and nearly fall. The adults laugh and snicker as the older of the pair growl and shows his teeth at the one who had slapped his companion. They only laugh more and gives him a smug smirk.
"Oh what a fierce little puppy, gonna protect you boyfriend?" more snickers and laughs as another one of the simas presses closer and shoves at the younger teen with a heavy paw, forcing them to the ground. The older freezes for a second before suddenly snapping, throwing himself at the much bigger sima with a loud growl. Teeth snapping at their face and claws out and scratching at their chest.
But the adults only laugh and one of them pushes him to the ground with a paw on his side. He struggles violently to try and get back up again, teeth snapping at the legs in front of him. He manages to get a small scratch in on one of them and they hiss and jump back. Suddenly all the adults attention is on him and he gulps in fear. They sneer at him and a few growl.
"What the hell do you think you are doing kid! We are just having some harmless fun and here you are deciding to hurt my friends! Such insolence on kids these days!" The one that seems to be the leader who talked before hisses, anger now appearing in their eyes. He gulps, breathing heavily. Panic is starting to set in, the true hopelessness of the situation. He's to young, they are to many to ever get away from. But then out of the corner of his eye something moved that he did not expect. His companion was slowly dragging himself towards the trees, stopping whenever the adults moved. Oh, their phones, they could try and get help! Then he needed to be the distraction, making sure his friend wasn't found out before that. It was such a bad decision but he didn't have a choice, he didn't know what would happen if they got found out before they managed to call for help. So he took a deep breath and tried to stave of the raising panic. And leapt. Up at the sima standing above him, teeth snagging in their fur and claws digging into their sides. Tail swinging hard into another sima behind him and suddenly something heavy hit his side and he tumbled to the ground.
A loud angry hiss rose into the air and red started tinging his vision as anger and rage at the situation hit him. No, he would not allow his friend to be hurt because of these, these, devils in disguise.
A loud angry shout suddenly erupted from behind him and the adults jerked and swiveled towards the sound. And there it was, his worst nightmare. One of the adults had realized his companion was slowly getting away and was now stood over them, a paw over their head and one across their shoulders as he laid motionless on the ground beneath the larger sima. The older teen froze, staring with wide eyes as the adult growled and kicked harshly at the his friend, his friend who didn't move.
A split second and abruptly the shadows rose around them as enormous jagged shapes and the world tinged red.
And everything faded into a rage filled haze.
The moonlight only pierced the canopy in small patches, the shadows long across the forest floor, covering the forest in near darkness. The only sounds to be heard a few pained wheezing breaths and gurgling and after a while even they stopped. The figures laid across the forest floor where still and silent. The only movement the panting figure in the middle of them, their chest heaving with each silent breath. Unseeing eyes stared out at the carnage before them, no emotion or reignition in their gaze. At the very edge of the path, close to the trees a smaller shape was laid out, as unmoving as the rest and the sima slowly focused on them. Gaze still hazy and unfocused they slowly walked closer and closer until they stood above the other. And there they stood for long moments, just starring down with unseeing eyes.
Light, where's the light coming from? Shining through the trees and loud rumbling sounds.
The figure blinks and looks towards it, looks down and noses one last time at the unmoving shape on the ground.
The shadows move and with a harsh flicker only silence remains.
(Shouting, harsh lighting, people running, screams of fear, rumbling vehicles, panic.)
The kid! He's alive get him out of here Now!
Move Move, we can still save him!!
There was water around his paws, lapping at his legs. Droplets of red hit the water, staining it pink. Around him the trees towered high above, their branches thick as most tree's trunks. It was silent, no breeze through the trees, no birds in the canopy above and no small animals skittering across the forest floor. Nothing was familiar or home, where was he? He didn't know and neither did he know how he got here. It was starting to be a common occurrence, this confusion and disorientation. Waking up in unknown places with no knowledge of how he got there.
The fear had stopped appearing a long time ago, a dull apprehension taking its place. He did not know how long it had been since that first time he woke up in a strange place so far from home he had no idea how to even think of getting back. And every time he thought he was making progress, something would happen and it would all start over again. The scent of blood in the air, the sound of screaming or loud laughter and the shadows would grow and red take over his vision. And every time he came to somewhere else with no memory of why or how he got there. Sometimes there was blood on his claws and in his fur, sometimes his own and sometimes not. He could never remember and he had long since given up trying.
In some ways he would rather not know, the truth was not kind.
The truth was a brutal bitter reminder of memories he longed to forget. But oh how he knew he couldn't. It would always come back, always when he was least expecting it and everything would fade away before returning so much worse then before. A bloody reminder of the truth. Of his own minds betrayal.
Something rustled in the distance of forest, unknown but also not. A long time someone or someones had been there in the distance whenever the short moments he came through happened. For as time went on the shadows and oblivion would return faster and faster, sometimes only hours would go by before he faded away into his own mid again. And every time the ones out in the forest would be there, waiting for it to happen again. He knew they were not here for him, they were here for whatever he became when his thoughts faded away and instinct took over. He had no reason to fear them, they would not hurt him, but neither would they help him. They wanted the shadow. And they would get it, again and again the cycle continued on.
He was tired, so so tired of it all.
But even sleep would not save him, he had went to sleep in more caves and hidey holes then he could count to wake up somewhere completely different.
Oh how he missed when he could go days or even weeks without the shadows returning. But it had became impossible when they found him. Always watching and waiting, herding him the direction they wanted him to go. Towards the things that would wake the shadows.
With a deep sigh he placed one paw in front of the other and stepped out of the water. The forest was as eerily silent as before as he slowly walked away, towards the trees and the darkness cast by the thick canopy above.
Soon he slunk away into the shadows and was gone.
what will this sima do now?:
It was quiet, too quiet. He wasn't used to it anymore. To being alone.
The forest was silent, no breeze through the trees and no animals streaking through the brush. But there hadn't been for longer then he dared to remember. But the difference now was that they had left, the two who had followed him for so long. He wasn't used to the stillness of an empty forest anymore. And still all living souls avoided him, sensing the carnivore within, maybe even more so now.
He felt heavy, both mind and body. He could barely remember the before, but slowly it was returning. He did not know how long it had been since that first fated time the shadows took over but it must have been years now. He vaguely remembered he had been a kid and he knew he undoubtedly wasn't anymore. His mind still swirled with confusion and fear, he didn't know how to truly live anymore. It was so long since he had been awake for more then a few stolen moments, he did not know how to do anything but survive. In a way he wished for it all to fade away again to not have to think. It would be so much easier that way.
But his body was oh so much worse, twisted and changed into a form he could not recognize. Heavy crystals covered his head and shoulders, as well as near his own jewel. They pulled him down, his steps unsteady and often stumbling, unused to their weight. His body alien and unwelcoming, it did no longer feel like his own. Before it had been his mind that had been the enemy, his body still one he knew even as it aged. Now nothing was familiar.
But the worst was the hunger, the never ending hunger. Nothing could sate it, he had tried anything but it was always there no mater what he tried. He knew it had been months now he had wandered without purpose and every few weeks the hunger would grow and grow until it could no longer be ignored. The shadows would finally take over and he would again find himself someplace else, the hunger temporarily appeased. But within the week it would return and the cycle continued.
He was so tired of it all.
But he did not know how to make it stop, how to begin anew. At first he had not dared hope, so sure they would return again. But they hadn't and for the first time in way to long he was alone. But then the hunger started and the endless cycle of it as the waiting for the shadow to return started. He did not know what to do, the few times he had tried to get closer to society had not gone well. If he went there hungry the shadows would rise and whisk him away. And the times he wasn't the times between would shorten and it always ended the same way. Once he had tried to let the shadow out himself so maybe it wouldn't end the same way. But it had been worse, the shadows had not hesitated to come to his aide and he had faded but not as deeply as he usually did and he had floated there before screaming and heavy objects thrown his way had brought him abruptly back. He had been chased out of the village with angry shouts, sharp objects and the scent of blood heavy in the air. Running for his life, running from the truths he did not want to accept.
He had been turned, why or how he did not know. But he could not ignore the truth anymore. He was not what he had been before, he was something else now, something dangerous, something deadly. Something that had nothing to do with the shadow, the shadow only helped feed him, kept him alive. The shadow had been there long before, he knew that even if he had not been aware if it before. Maybe it would be easier to just run, run so far away the shadow would not be able to save him. But he suspected that would not work, he would probably fade away into the shadow before he got that bad, it would not let him fade away completely.
The sima sighed and shook himself, casting a tired eye over the silent forest around him. Nothing was moving, everything still, but peaceful. It all had an eerie feel to it. He did not know what to do anymore. Just go on and continue the cycle? Go back to society, try and find someone who knew what had happened to him? Someone who could help? Or go home?
But what was home anymore? He had not truly had a home since that fateful night when the shadow first took over. He knew where home had been, the name of the village he had lived in. But could he really return there? After what he had done and how many years had past. He did not know, but maybe. Just maybe, it was worth a try. His family might still be there, his parents and siblings. Maybe they would welcome him with open arms and help him figure out what had happened. Or maybe they wouldn't and it would just be another village to be thrown out of.
He did not know, and neither did he dare dream of what the outcome might be.
But he had nothing to lose if he tried.
The sima took a deep breath and let it out before straightening out of the slumped down pose he had stood in, staring of into the forest. Yes, he would do it.
No mater the outcome.
