slothninja

 inokai smiled happily and walked from his house, slinging his pack over his shoulder. just as he did every day he checked every clip, strap, and facet of his clothes, watch, and pack before even thinking of taking another step beond the boundary of his home. as soon as he was sure everything was in order he continued on his path. climbed onto the bus, bounding two steps at a time, sitting next to his only friend and talking. inokai had noticed some things long ago that were different about him, one that came up all the time was the fact that he, without attempting, would watch everybody around him. it helped on occasion but was more annoying

Blood splashed the ground as I coughed, the iron taste filling my mouth than again fading. "Will you submit? If not one more word and you will be flayed alive." I laughed on the ground a good amount of blood still on my lips falling to the pool on the ground. My canine and lateral incisors elongating as my eyes slowly turned black, like an infection taking my body. My laugh became a roar as he placed a blade to the muscle of my back. I finally shouted at the top of my lungs; "MORE!" the blade carved into my back as a large black wing burst from the incision, a mass now visible on the other side of my back. I screamed at the agony, the other w

finally dawn was fed up with all of the strange, random, sightings of her long lost flame, Mosrael. she was going to do something about it. in the month of Siječanj she had worked up the courage to talk to damos about finding information about mosrael. "hun?" she whispered entering the den, where damos was reading stories to their two children. "i need to talk to you about uncle mosrael." they had always talked about mosrael as though he were related to damos, and was the kid's uncle, and as kids, upon hearing his name would get excited. each of them had one of his feathers attatched to beads in their hair. "um... ok love, just give me a

     he stood, dark energy flowing in circles around him. "what are you doing to me?" he shouted to the emptiness before him. slowly the bands of hatred he had built up over his lifetime were released, joining the darkness that was consuming him. he had no chance. the very life within him was pulled away. his lifeless body fell to the ground, dull, glazed eyes stared into the darkness as his soul rose in the dark vortex. "why am i in this place? what brought me here?" his questions were unheard by all but his mind. suddenly something broke the vortex, a man carrying a small text and wearing a black cloak had entered the field and wasn't even

the day was short and i had little time to spare. the bodies of my comrades weren't going to bury themselves. one by one the frozen corpses fell into the miles and miles of trench they had been sleeping in the night before, some even lay atop their own breakfast, saved for a later hour. on occasion a .505 slug would hiss past my head, the plasma coating burning the air and warming my frozen body for a moment before passing on to embed itself in a mound of dirt somewhere. my job was simple; bury the bodies before the enemy could eat them. just me and my trusty shovel out here in the cold snows of old Russia, just me and my shovel...

    After many months of worry and woe Dawn finaly began to relax arround damos, and he arround her. after six years without any evidence of Mosrael's return she gave up hope. she had found somone she can love, some of her heart will always belong to the lost aeon, but she could love the man she had found. she didnt know what he was, nor did she know exactly how he knew her past flame, she didn't exactly want to because if she did it might make her reopen the scars he left in her emotions.    mid-way through her third term a strange noise woke her from the dreamless sleep she had been lulled into. incoherent words fluttered into the room th

"who the hell are you?" dawn's morning haze had yet to lift, the next few moments she spent refocusing her eyes. she stared at the strange man, than gasped because she saw damos turn into mosrael and back. with that thought she laughed heartily. "what are you laughing about?" "the guy i love, i dont even know his first name." "whats he like?" " tall, ok looking, angel wings, and posibly psychotic." "is his last name Mosrael?" her eyes widened and her jaw droped. "yes... do you know him?" "sorta, he and i used to know eachother." a solumn look spread across damos's face, and as a tear rolled from his cheek she recognised the face as the

dawn had few things on her mind; one was why did her love always leave a feather behind when he left, the other was what did he mean when he said "if i am the killer." was he or was he not the killer? one thing was known, if he was the killer she was either in grave danger or was the safest person on earth. Dawn set out to investigate on her own. the first thing she had to find was who was still alive, the only person that was still alive was an old coworker, he had turned her onto the job where she met mosrael. she made the desision to see her old coworker and ask him some questions about this killer. she arrived at the domicile in a manner