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 One dark and stormy night..., tagged: Iollas
♠ RALEIGH
 Posted: Jul 11 2018, 04:48 AM
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25 • Unseelie fae • Change • Ann Arbor, MI


@IOLLAS DACAN

Yeesh, was Raleigh ever grateful that he’d realised what he was at as young an age as he did. Cuz if he hadn’t? This would’ve been his fate.

The fae slumped against the tree branch he’d settled upon, his arms dangling down below him, and his cheek pressed firmly against the bark beneath it. His half-focused gaze was fixed on the group of ten or so partying college students below him as they all congregated around the campfire they’d built for the age old tradition of telling spooOOoOOoky stories to one another. Fuck, talk about boring. He almost felt sorry for the little idiots for having to resort to something as uninspired as this. At least they had the sense to drink lots of alcohol while this was going on, so it wasn’t a complete loss. Still...he was bored.

He blew a breath out in a sputtered raspberry, though as far as the humans below were concerned, the sound he’d just made had been a few, gentle hoots, given that he looked like an owl to them at the moment. A couple of the partygoers flinched at the sound, but save for a few nervous glances cast in his direction, they ignored him, and paid attention to the story that was being told.

It was a pretty ambitious mishmash of various horror tropes; something about an unearthly, potentially spirit based beast that roamed the area, and could only be seen for a second or two at the corner of your eyes. Trouble was, as soon as you started seeing it, you’d start to see it more often, and it’d become clearer every time. What started out as a blur of motion became a horrid, twisted, and not fully human face, until finally you started to realise that the face you were seeing was your own.
And once you realised that, it was game over. The monster would possess your body, though its volatile nature meant that its essence would start to break your body down, which kicked the monster into a rampage. It’d turn to attack anyone near it, to try to take over their body, but as it was stuck in yours, all it could do was murder a buncha folk before it finally died, and its essence was released back into the wilderness. And thus, the cycle would begin anew with another group, even as the souls of those trapped by the creature tried to warn newcomers away.

He lifted a hand to scratch at his cheek as the story started wrapping up, with the “masterful” storyteller pausing, and then asking if anyone had just seen something, only to stop himself, shake his head, and say that it was probably nothing. Fucker. Tryin’ to spook them, was he?
...but that did give him an idea.
The fae grinned as he pushed himself up, and swung his legs around to more comfortably sit upon the tree branch. Below him, the scattered nervous laughter and groans of, “What the fuck, dude?” all faded to silence after a loud, terrified gasp caught their attention. It was hard to be anything but startled when the tents all started to be ripped up out of the ground, and don’t even get him started on the coolers! Food and beer was dumping out everywhere, some bits even being viciously flung across the area. It was almost like...some very angry and concerned poltergeists were making their presence known, and warning the campers that they needed to get out, and now. Otherwise, they wouldn’t like what was about to happen~

Now this was going to be fun.
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☥ IOLLAS DACAN
 Posted: Jul 13 2018, 04:36 AM
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913 • Dark Elf • Duplicity • Chaux Forest, France


His game was rumored to be within a few miles of this god forsaken human breeding ground. Iollas perched quietly in his tree watching the humans partake in this cliched tradition. His hunter’s cloak was up essentially appearing in all black attire Whether the camp grounds were meant for humans to commune with nature or revel in their idiocy, they always seem to go for the latter. He had come across the odd hippie caravan, they were still around, but this was a scene he was also familiar with. Adolescents, with spirits and too much time on their hands. They sat around the camp fire sipping their drinks telling their lightly scary stories. If only they could see the Unseelie Court, that would leave psychological scars. Even if these humans failed at debauchery successfully, Iollas found them poised to give him a decent enough distraction.

His roses started to bloom, though the cover of night thankfully concealed their presence. Iollas figured the kids were not in the best state or of high enough intellect to know the plant life in these parts. His nature fae magic flower through the flowers, they bloomed and released a hallucinogenic pollen in the camper’s area. It was one of his favorite ones. Best when he needed to really mess with the heads of humans. The combination of spilled food and shaken tents interacted with their beguiled minds.

The humans gathering together as the camp site when into disarray. Iollas wasn’t sure who was doing this, but he could appreciate their fine work. One person yelled out “Don’t let it get too close.” Good that’s all a human mind needed just a little push and some self-inception for them believe they are in clutches of a body stealer. Their confused murmurs turned into screams as scattered to the forest. Such a stereotypical move.

The fae when from tree to tree each movement being a muted step. The night was young he wondered how far this little game could last. He chased on sorority girl stalking her from the shadows. Each glance she made of him in his hood only added to her terror. He angled a seemingly empty palm toward her hitting her with an "elf shot." Some old fae magic, it locked up joints when it hit. She let out a blood curdling scream and all Iollas gave in response was a snicker. He wondered how many others he could paralyze.

@RALEIGH
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♠ RALEIGH
 Posted: Jul 17 2018, 03:01 AM
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25 • Unseelie fae • Change • Ann Arbor, MI


@IOLLAS DACAN

...okay, what the hell?

The fae’s grin quickly twitched down into a frown, and he lifted his eyebrows as the humans below him reacted...a bit more strongly than he was expecting. Sure, it was funny, and he was pretty sure that Boss Man would appreciate the spike in fear that they were no doubt giving off, but unless these guys were more imaginative than most humans, then there was something else going on. Someone else playing games.

He lifted up off of the branch and into the air as he scanned the darkness surrounding the frantic humans (and if the humans bothered to look up, which he doubted they would, they’d see the owl taking flight), but apart from some flowers he was pretty sure hadn’t been there when the college kids arrived at this spot...he wasn’t seeing much. Huh.
He knew plants could be dangerous, but sheesh. This was a little above and beyond what was normal. And unless he saw something other than plants, he’d have to assume that there was some kinda diabolical gardener on the loose.

Raleigh snickered at the thought, and started to track the guy that’d told the bodystealer story, all the while imagining some evil looking motherfucker with a spade, dirt covered hands, and a freshly transplanted flower in a pot that they were carrying. A twisted fanged grin was a must, as was a sickly complexion, and probably pure black eyes. A gaunt face and wrinkled skin could also help to sell the evil gardener routine, as could clawed fingers, and the occasional, suspicious splatter of blood across their gardening clothes. Now if that wasn’t the definition of spooky, he didn’t know what was!

Both he and the human he’d been tracking froze when the scream rang out from the darkness. The human started wheezing out strained curses to himself, and Raleigh? He made a fucking beeline for the sound.
The scene he stumbled upon wasn’t exactly what he expected. Hell, from how melodramatic that scream had been, he expected to see body parts strewn everywhere, as opposed to the...face in the dirt sorority girl. Uhhuh…
He touched down on a tree branch above the scene, and finally locked eyes on the other figure in the area. Instantly, the fae grinned. Hah! He knew that there’d been some sorta grim motherfucker running around! Just look at that black cloak! His snickers that followed translated into oddly garbled hoots, as the barn owl that was Raleigh spoke in order to address the other. “Nice, dude. But if you wanted to bag ‘em all, you’d better pick up the pace. Fuckers are running pretty far, and pretty fast. For humans, anyway.” He tilted his head to a side, and tapped a foot against the branch, which probably looked a bit comical as an owl, but hey, whatever. Wasn’t like he was trying to spook the guy.
He’d need a creepy black cloak if he was gonna go for that angle. “Say, how ‘bout a race? Whoever disables the most humans wins. Up for it?”
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☥ IOLLAS DACAN
 Posted: Jul 19 2018, 07:40 PM
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913 • Dark Elf • Duplicity • Chaux Forest, France


Iollas reveled in the downed sorority girl's sobs. She was probably hallucinating something truly horrible was happening to her. Really he was content with her being face down in the dirt having a bad trip on his plant fumes. It was a lot less messy and would get the human scent on any of his items. He turned to go after another target, when there was a figure in the tree. Must be the other one rattling the tents. Iollas pulled back his dark hood allowing his long pink hair to flow out of confinement.

"Yeah, they are running like roaches under a fridge." Iollas said to his newly found co-conspirator. The human's getting away way too much of a concern. That was where the fun in a hunt came from. Typically there was a hesitation for Iollas to hunt such easy prey, these drunk and drugged humans running like for dear life would be easy enough to pick off, but the fun came in the age old fae pastime of messing up the humans' night. Iollas particularly loved this age old tradition, he wouldn't mind putting humans on the verge of a mental breakdown. They really do need to have stronger minds.

A grin painted across Iollas' face, this was the kind of fun he was always hard press to find in the ivory walls of the tower known as the Unseelie Inner Court. Too many courtesans and nobles with their head way too far up someone arse to actually cut loose and have some fun. "You're on, making humans piss themselves with fear is my personal pasttime." With that he took off into the forest. Introductions can come after the competition

A challenge was a compelling reason to kick his butt in gear. He started to weave his way through the forest, on the hunt for more of these kids to give some traumatic memories to. He figured it help them develop actual personality in their sad mortal life. Running through the brush was a confused frat bro, that's perfect, but this one needed to be fast but creative. Iollas watching him quietly from afar. He must have been gunning it full speed through the woods, as the college student rested his hand on a tree to catch his breath, that's when he knew he had him. Rose vines thick with nature energy started to entwine him. He tried to resist and cry out but nothing stopped their sprouting from the ground. The green tendrils pulled and bound him to the tree.

The kid was screaming blood murder either at the horrific experience or the thorns tearing into him. He'd live, it could be worst. Iollas slowly revealed himself from the tree's shadow, but made sure to keep his face covered with his hood. "I'll be sure to save you for last." He said in his best creepy voice before gunning it after another target. He heard the echo of a scream as he left the boy with that threat, music to his ears. Man he wished he had actual scary glamour, his just made him look super attractive. Oh well he can make due with trippy pollen and vines.

@RALEIGH
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♠ RALEIGH
 Posted: Yesterday at 05:02 am
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25 • Unseelie fae • Change • Ann Arbor, MI


@IOLLAS DACAN

Raleigh’s eyebrows lifted as The Cloak’s hands went to his hood. Oh, shit. Looked like he was gonna see just how on the money his mental image of the guy had been. This was, by far, the biggest dramatic reveal he'd had all night, and though it only took the guy a few seconds, it felt like it was dragging on. C’mooooon, show your fucking ugly fa-

Holy fucking pink, Batman.

The fae scratched at the side of his face as he glanced over the other guy's unshrouded face, a face that was much younger looking than he'd expected. Not to mention the hair, goddamn. This dude would put any and all models to shame with how luscious those locks were. And though he'd been completely wrong about…well, everything about the guy, he wasn't even mad.
Sure, it was a bit sobering, but hell, he'd take this. And honestly, now that he'd thought about it? It made sense. Anyone who worked with flowers would have to be frickin’ pretty. Fit the whole aesthetic.
Besides, the blood splattered monster would've been a bit too much. He wasn't knocking any monsters that dug in the dirt as a hobby, but if they were trying to sell the spook factor? He would've had to laugh right in their ugly face.

He snickered at the guy's descriptor of the humans, and nodded in agreement. “Super fragile roaches, but yeah, more or less.” He could get that they’d been scared, and weren’t in their right might, but seriously, what they had done was about the dumbest thing they could’ve done, given the situation. Not only would they have no way of tracking where they’d gone, which meant that they wouldn’t be able to find their way back to their campsite, buuuut...they were separating. That was a sure fire way to get the whooooole main cast killed off in any horror flick.

A fate that they were gonna be all too familiar with by the time the night was over, if the grin on the diabolical gardener’s face was anything to go off of. Pfft~ he liked this guy! “Have fun~” The chimed statement was the last thing he spouted out before turning and making a beeline back towards where he’d left the one guy. Thankfully, the human hadn’t gotten too far, and the petrified dude even froze up again when another scream rang out in the night. Raleigh grimaced at the sound. Oh, jeez. The dude had already nailed two of ‘em? He needed to pick up the pace if he was gonna be a match for him!

With that thought, the fae focused a telekinetic force on the human, in order to forcibly hold him in place. The guy wasn’t gonna be able to so much as twich his fingers without Raleigh’s say so, and the effects of the guy losing control over his own body was...interesting, to say the least. The fae pursed his lips as horrified screams tore from the human, all with the recurring, desperate mantra of a plea for him to not be taken over by the bodysnatcher. Huuuuuh. Guy thought he was being possessed, did he?
...neat~

He lifted the human into the air with his telekinesis, and darted off with the unfortunate mortal in tow. He knew exactly how he was gonna disable the other humans that HE was hunting.
This storyteller had said it himself, yeah? Whoever was possessed by the bodysnatcher would lash out at the people around them, maul them, cripple them. It’d mean letting up on some of the bindings he’d created on the guy, but once he was presented with one of his friends, he was sure the guy would know what to do.
All Raleigh had to do was make sure he found them.

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As it turned out, Raleigh was able to find four more humans before he was sure they’d all been found. So, those four, plus the guy who’d helped him along the way made five!
The fae snickered as he sauntered his way towards one of the humans that had yet to shut up with the whole screaming thing, his glamour dropped and a can of beer in his left hand. He took idle sips from the beverage as he drew closer to the trapped mortal, and though he had no real reason to believe that he might get attacked by the diabolical gardener...ehhh, he was careful to keep a watch on the surrounding darkness all the same. He paused only when he’d drawn within sight of the trapped mortal, and when he did, he turned his attention away from the darkness, and simply stared at the vines that were digging into the human’s skin, and keeping him pinned against the tree. Sheesh, that guy really WAS some kinda evil plant man! He grinned as another pitiful scream tore from the human’s raw throat, and sipped at his beer while he waited for the guy to shut up. Surely the dude would exhaust himself with all this terror? Might not be a restful sleep he fell into when he DID pass out, but there was no way that his body and mind could continue to operate at this level of adrenaline for very much longer.

He rolled his eyes as a slight pause in the screaming soon gave way to more screams, and scowled at the human. “Dude, shut up already. I get it, you’re scared, all right? Don’t gotta keep driving the point home.” Hopefully the gardener would be showing up here soon. Otherwise? He was in for about...ten or so more screams before he lost his temper and shut the guy up himself.
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