Post by Yami on Jun 4, 2011 14:33:04 GMT
<Time to prove what I can now do! xD Not much, but I have definitely improved>
Demented. That's what some would say, what they would call him. It wasn't that he was cruel, nor was he a sap. Insane rather. Mental others would call him. Perhaps the heat had affected his train of thought, maybe be could no longer process any information above the instinct to survive. But whatever the cause was, it had left him in a very pitiful state.
Suel lopped through the endless dunes of red sand. Some said the sand was red to symbolize the devilish feel of the Demona, others would conclude the sand was stained with the blood of the victims the monsters here had taken. Whatever the reason, it couldn't be a good one. Crusted foam lined his chin, his hazel eyes were glazed and stared at nothing in particular. Heavy panting and straggled yips came from his maw, indeed reinforcing the madness of it all.
How did he get this way? Good question. How would you feel if your entire family had been yanked away from you in one moment? Potentially slaughtered, perhaps tortured. Whatever had happened, no good fate had befallen them. That's what drove Suel to the point of insanity. The sleepless nights, the endless wandering, the voice in his head constantly whispering all the bad things that could have come to be. At first, Suel had constantly searched for them, neglecting the own needs and cries of his body, but after the months of endless searching, his deranged mind had taken over. Shut down every other instinct, every other good thought. What a sad fate that engulfed this poor creature.
Now, the sun had risen over the horizon, casting an eerie glow on the red sand and rocks scattered about. Blood stained Suel's claws, his tongue lolled out, panting to help cool his body. The wind changed direction for a moment, and a small scent reached his nose. Eyes perking up, the haze falling a bit, his head raised to greet the scent of another manen. The smallest trickle of hope seeped into his thoughts, was this a family member? Could they have found him first? Half jogging, half stumbling into the distance, Suel groped around the desert plain, desperate to find whoever else may be out there.
Suel lopped through the endless dunes of red sand. Some said the sand was red to symbolize the devilish feel of the Demona, others would conclude the sand was stained with the blood of the victims the monsters here had taken. Whatever the reason, it couldn't be a good one. Crusted foam lined his chin, his hazel eyes were glazed and stared at nothing in particular. Heavy panting and straggled yips came from his maw, indeed reinforcing the madness of it all.
How did he get this way? Good question. How would you feel if your entire family had been yanked away from you in one moment? Potentially slaughtered, perhaps tortured. Whatever had happened, no good fate had befallen them. That's what drove Suel to the point of insanity. The sleepless nights, the endless wandering, the voice in his head constantly whispering all the bad things that could have come to be. At first, Suel had constantly searched for them, neglecting the own needs and cries of his body, but after the months of endless searching, his deranged mind had taken over. Shut down every other instinct, every other good thought. What a sad fate that engulfed this poor creature.
Now, the sun had risen over the horizon, casting an eerie glow on the red sand and rocks scattered about. Blood stained Suel's claws, his tongue lolled out, panting to help cool his body. The wind changed direction for a moment, and a small scent reached his nose. Eyes perking up, the haze falling a bit, his head raised to greet the scent of another manen. The smallest trickle of hope seeped into his thoughts, was this a family member? Could they have found him first? Half jogging, half stumbling into the distance, Suel groped around the desert plain, desperate to find whoever else may be out there.
