Post by cypher on Aug 13, 2011 8:35:47 GMT -5
The artificial light that bled from the New York streetlights flickered in the darkness, it forced her his eyes to dilate constantly in with each flick. The pulse of his eyes was distinctly clear as the lights flashed on his circular pupils retracted into themselves becoming oval as if a cat then glowing slightly before fading. His eyes changed instinctually as a predator his body was adapting to changes in environment, simply shifting his depth perception to making seeing into the dark easier. The shining moonlight failed to reach into the ally way he was in as he stood in the darkness his right hand gripped at his heart as the burning sensation rippled through his body.
Oh... how he was so hungry…
No one could comprehend the sheer amount of pain his was in, the starvation, the amount of will he was holding to not simply turn and feed on the next living thing he saw. His twisted lips began to fleck with blood. The legends of a wendigo are numerous though they were close in the descriptions, his long tongue turned a dark blue. His mouth was no longer normal, a gigantic maw filled with needlelike razor sharp teeth. His lips were twisted because he had no lips any more. No longer even able to close his mouth due to the amount of teeth he had. It was ridiculous to believe that a wendigo would eat their own lips, no. Due to the size of their mouths growing their lips simply tare apart causing the legend of a wendigo’s mouth always having blood on their mouth. In truth it is their own blood that first stains their lips before the healing factor kicked in to stop it.
“No!”
Cypher looked at his arms as they began to grow in size as well as his finger nails growing rapidly in length into razor sharp talons. Cypher hated to transform with no due cause, a mindless change might as well call hunters and attention to himself. Besides Cypher hated leaving a mess behind. Hw began to chant words of his native language repeatedly while pulling a small three inch carving of a wendigo from the messenger bag that hung around his shoulders ”~I forge this image, I wear it, the malevolent aspect, the evil subside, the malevolent mouth, the malevolent tongue, the malevolent lip, the casting eyes, See it now no monster rise… conjure it!~ Soon the blood seal that formed a hand print in his chest began to lessen its ‘grip’ on his heart. His hands slowly retuning to normal size and his mouth retuning to normal as the long teeth retracted into his jaw.
Looking to the Wendigo carving in his hand he watched as it crumbled into sand that slipped through his fingers. It was a native magic compared to that of the art of Voodoo. Some people called it totem magic, a shaman calling onto the spirit world for aid. it’s a spell that took ages to get ready though it worked when preformed right. Cypher had called upon his departed ancestors who first gave him the seal to help him in not turning. Looking up he wiped his own blood from his jaw and lips while smirking at the successful non-transformation though the fact remained he would need to eat human flesh soon.
Walking out of the ally with blood on his hands he noticed the police sirens in the distance his ear twitched as the sirens grew closer then turned to the direction they were coming from. It took a moment, he had heard the sirens while they were still some distance away. Enhanced supernatural hearing came in handy as he took a cloth out of his bag wiping the fresh blood off his hand though they were still stained by the red.
Looking back up he noticed a women making a B-line right for him… then BOOM! He wasn’t knocked to the ground or even phased as he quirked a brow at the women. ”uhh…. You alright? The smell that emanated from her was one that he was quite familiar with. The stench of Blood, Death, and what he could only assume is perfume. If he didn‘t known any better she smelled like the perfect meal to have…. In more ways then just breakfast lunch and dinner.
Oh... how he was so hungry…
No one could comprehend the sheer amount of pain his was in, the starvation, the amount of will he was holding to not simply turn and feed on the next living thing he saw. His twisted lips began to fleck with blood. The legends of a wendigo are numerous though they were close in the descriptions, his long tongue turned a dark blue. His mouth was no longer normal, a gigantic maw filled with needlelike razor sharp teeth. His lips were twisted because he had no lips any more. No longer even able to close his mouth due to the amount of teeth he had. It was ridiculous to believe that a wendigo would eat their own lips, no. Due to the size of their mouths growing their lips simply tare apart causing the legend of a wendigo’s mouth always having blood on their mouth. In truth it is their own blood that first stains their lips before the healing factor kicked in to stop it.
“No!”
Cypher looked at his arms as they began to grow in size as well as his finger nails growing rapidly in length into razor sharp talons. Cypher hated to transform with no due cause, a mindless change might as well call hunters and attention to himself. Besides Cypher hated leaving a mess behind. Hw began to chant words of his native language repeatedly while pulling a small three inch carving of a wendigo from the messenger bag that hung around his shoulders ”~I forge this image, I wear it, the malevolent aspect, the evil subside, the malevolent mouth, the malevolent tongue, the malevolent lip, the casting eyes, See it now no monster rise… conjure it!~ Soon the blood seal that formed a hand print in his chest began to lessen its ‘grip’ on his heart. His hands slowly retuning to normal size and his mouth retuning to normal as the long teeth retracted into his jaw.
Looking to the Wendigo carving in his hand he watched as it crumbled into sand that slipped through his fingers. It was a native magic compared to that of the art of Voodoo. Some people called it totem magic, a shaman calling onto the spirit world for aid. it’s a spell that took ages to get ready though it worked when preformed right. Cypher had called upon his departed ancestors who first gave him the seal to help him in not turning. Looking up he wiped his own blood from his jaw and lips while smirking at the successful non-transformation though the fact remained he would need to eat human flesh soon.
Walking out of the ally with blood on his hands he noticed the police sirens in the distance his ear twitched as the sirens grew closer then turned to the direction they were coming from. It took a moment, he had heard the sirens while they were still some distance away. Enhanced supernatural hearing came in handy as he took a cloth out of his bag wiping the fresh blood off his hand though they were still stained by the red.
Looking back up he noticed a women making a B-line right for him… then BOOM! He wasn’t knocked to the ground or even phased as he quirked a brow at the women. ”uhh…. You alright? The smell that emanated from her was one that he was quite familiar with. The stench of Blood, Death, and what he could only assume is perfume. If he didn‘t known any better she smelled like the perfect meal to have…. In more ways then just breakfast lunch and dinner.