Walter Sullivan -- 11/21 (holy_assumption) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-07-26 22:30:00 |
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Current mood: | scared |
Current music: | Everythings Magic - ? |
Who: Walter (Closed)
When: Tonight at 8 PM
What: Walter goes back to Niflheim, finally, almost taking along an addition..
Where: from the Subways in Emptiness back to his room.
Rating: PG-13 for description, perhaps a little bit of language. ((Plan on editing some bits later.)
Summary: His 'training' improves, but a suprise appears instead of what he wants.
Warning: Description and perhaps language. Nothing more.
He closed his eyes, and concentrated. The wave of rust and decay spread throughout a few yard radius, causing the entire structure of the place to warp and twist into a disgusting form of itself. Bloodstains and blood splatters lined the walls, the lighting left a lot to be desired, and several bumps and sounds that had no distinct origin filled the air. Rust hung thick on metal objects (and even some that were not metal), and a general sense of hopelessness filled the broken area.
He concentrated, harder, as his breathing became shallow. He had to try this today, because today was when he was going back to Niflheim. If he could get one sniffer to appear, just one, it would be a success.
And then, there was form. Not solid, just a shadow, seemingly being restrained by tendrils of some sort. Time slowly trudged forward as more and more of the form took better physical shape.
A long tounge slowly slithered out of the eerie ooze/tendrils. Rotting, slimy. Inhuman. Green decaying fur with bits of bone and flesh, some spoiled or fresh wounds (It was hard to differentiate between the two) made themselves visible on the now-quickly forming ...
Puppy.
Walter's head jerked, curious about this thing that appeared here. It was supposed to be a grown dog. Not a puppy-thing.
At first, it growled at him. Not angry, not afraid. Like it was trying to play with him. Walter quirked a brow as he watched the stump of its tail, or what was left of it, wag in a fairly wide arch. He was well-precieved in the little monster-dog's view.
A stream of whines and cat-like yowls ushered forth from it. Odd, yet vaguely cool thing about it was that Walter could understand everything, as if the dog was somehow speaking English. Or a caveman-like English.
"Master. Mine. Master."
Walter was quiet for a long time. Minutes passed like seconds before he finally said, "What the fuck? What the fu- wha--"
The dangling red tounge seemed to try to lick Walter's hand, but failed miserably. "Master. You." It took a staggering step forward, as the exposed bone cracked once or twice with the movement. The sickening sound made Walter cringe, and it was made even more apparent when it came closer.
"Play? Me, you. Play."
"...No? Um." God, what should I do? What do I do? "Um. Stay. Yeah, stay." He said, without anything else to go on. He backed up a little bit towards the exit, his eyes never once straying from the pup. It never took its 'eyes' off of him either (it was difficult to determine where the eyes were in the first place,) and continued to watch until the warped area disappeared, where it seemed to fade away before it finally stopped.
Walter took no stops on the way 'home'. It wasn't going to be an easy night of sleep, that was for sure.