Terror under the sea

[feralfanatic]

Who: The Disciple and  whoever
Where: The Plaza, The forest, and the path in between.
When:  Early morning 3/29
Style: whatever suits your fancy.
Status: Open

Water. She was Wet.

She came to lying down, somehow drenched in saltwater. Blood mingled with seawater, on her hands and face. The Disciple was unable to remember how she got here. She seemed to be in some sort of city. A heavy fear caught in her chest. She shook herself awake to figure out where exactly she was.

"Where...am..." Her voice cracked from disuse.

Her conscious brain began shutting down as her senses were pounded with information. The sights and sounds of this new place, hammered into her mind. Unfamiliar beings were all around her, some even looking at her, in the open. Her mind scrambled for purchase. Worst of all was the scent. With so many...things together in this dome, compounded with the ever-present smell of seawater. Flooded with input,  her animal brain took over.

FLEE!

DANGER!

Finally, she caught wind of a familiar scent. Trees; there were trees here. She flung herself after the scent, knocking aside anything in her path. Desperate for survival she attempted back alleys and other paths that didn't reek of these many strange beings.

She fled to the southeast.

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[devwocean]

Dualscar wasn't interested in trees, but he did happen to be between the Disciple and the direction she was going. He turned his head as she bolted towards him, and the moment of recognition was almost instantaneous.

"You," he hissed, almost ready to start laughing. The one member of Signless' band that he really had no connection to, but he recognized her.

[feralfanatic]

Very few things could stop her when she was frenzied like this. The smell of a highblood, it seems is more then enough. Her limbs scrabbled against the ground, kicking up small eddies of dust. She carried her momentum into a fighting crouch.

One of them!? Here!? What is this damned place?!

She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. In their place a fierce growl. Her eyes wild with anger, they dared him to make the first move.

[devwocean]

Wow.

Dualscar gazed at her archly. She looked like nothing more than an animal, feral and beyond speech. Was there anything of her left?

He dropped his hand to the pommel of his sword, just as a precaution, but didn't draw it.

"I can take you to the Signless. If you're inclined to behavve."

[feralfanatic]

His words jumble in her mind at the mention of that name. His words smashing together into incomprehensible babble. Except for one; Signless.

This...Highblood dare speak it. The nerve of this trash to even dare speak it in her presence. Her brow furrowed in anger, she forces herself to speak.

"Not... for YOU...to speak" She seethes at him. Still afraid to attack alone, she stays crouched and wary. There will be more. There is always more.

[devwocean]

His upper lip lifts with irritation, baring his teeth at her slightly. Her contempt and anger are obvious, and they irritate him. How dare she speak to him in that tone of voice, as if he were unworthy of even talking to her?

Briefly, he considers simply culling her on the spot. Then he thinks about abandoning her. Either route would be slightly satisfying, but bringing her to the Signless could have positive consequences.

He points towards Larmline apartments in the distance, drawing himself up, every inch imposing sea dweller presence. "You. Wwill. Followw. To the Signless."

[feralfanatic]

Again it said that word; Signless. The mention of that word from the mouth of the highblood evoked her anger. Why that word?! The Disciple's brain wracked with guilt over something forgotten. That Name. WHAT WAS IT?! WHY COULDN'T SHE REMEMBER?!

Her stance dropped slightly as she fought to remember, her focus slipping. The epiphany hounded her, battering at the gates of her mind. Unfortunately failing to force its way past her mounting frenzy. Recognition snapped back into the muddy fog, the beast once again taking over.

Her fighting stance shifted lower, baring fang and claw. Fight or Flee, she couldn't stand here forever. This highblood blocked her path, attempting to cow her with its mannerisms. The greenblood knew the ways of the beasts, however; It did not scare her. Still her animal mind needed an out, she couldn't return the way she came.

She glanced to either side quickly, seeking exodus. With a growl, she once more locked eyes with the male troll.

[devwocean]

Though he was trying to get her to listen, evoking that name to get her attention, it didn't seem to be working. She was still acting completely feral, and threatening him with that stance. He wasn't too worried - well, maybe a little - but he didn't want to wind up culling his moirail's matesprit if he didn't have to.

"For fuck's sake," he growled. "Wwill you say something? I'm tryin' to help you!"

[feralfanatic]

Again her frenzying mind only allowed her to catch a few of the purpleblood's words.

"to..help..." She uttered. Her words tinged with hatred.

It wanted to help her. HER. The concept would have been funny to her if didn't also want to make vomit. The beast inside her mind continued to grow in strength. It wanted blood; purple blood. She must taste it. Rip and tear. Don't stop, not until every last drop was strewn on the ground and walls.

Kill It.

KILL.

The Disciple's breathing grew hoarse, her eyes narrowed. She tensed herself for a murderous pounce. Her mind readied for combat. Strike before he can draw his weapon! Go for the throat and drag him to the ground! Make the kill and leave before you get caught! Her mind became a torrent of murderous images.

Through the chaos, a small thought stumbled its way down into her minds eye. Words she had heard once, and had once written in blood on a wall. They had left as soon as they had come, sucked back into the far parts of her mind. Still, it was enough.

Shaking her head hard, she snapped herself free. She couldn't become like that, She would be one of them. The beast, still very wound up, shifted directions. If you won't fight, you will flee.

Already crouched for a pounce, she shifted targets, the wall to the side. Her muscles tensed and she fired herself at the wall, shifting herself mid-jump to catch herself flat against the wall. With a second strain of effort she used her momentum carrying her into the wall to power a second jump. This one aimed past the highblood, towards the forest and safety.

[devwocean]

Dualscar hissed and drew his sword as the feral Disciple suddenly moved. He held it defensively, but as she sailed high, he ducked and whirled instead, out of the range of her claws. He could have tried to strike, but he didn't, instead holding the sword out between himself and her to deflect any blows she aimed in his direction.

[feralfanatic]

The feral greenblood landed agilely, a couple steps past her adversary. She had watched the speed at which his weapon was unsheathed during her jump, surprised. It clearly could have made a devastating slash at her mid-jump. Yet it hadn't. Taking a couple quick steps forward, she threw her gaze behind her.

The purpleblood stood, its weapon brandished defensively. Why had it not taken the opening she had so stupidly left. She berated herself mentally for underestimating the highblood. What was happening? This was her enemy, yet it had not struck her down.

Her thoughts pushed from her mind as her feral mind reasserted itself. She was past the obstacle. The safety of the forest called to her. She turned her head and started running once again.