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Post by Felix on May 28, 2015 3:32:36 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in my stomach
| 0275 WORDS @gingerfrost2 TAGGED notes WORDS | Running along the roof tops of the third district of Traverse town. Xander told me this would be the best place for me to hunt. People come and go from here all the time. That was good, because with the hunger burning in the pit of his stomach he would be ready to eat this whole town if it wouldn't get him killed. If this hunger got any worse he might just do so.
Finally he stops some who is just perfect. A women, on the heavy side but not fat, short hair that wouldnt get in the way for him eating, nothing fancy. He didnt like fancy, people notice when fancy disappears. As he runs faster towards her, the moister in the air starts to condense around his hands, forming claws made of water. As they finish forming he is in range and jumps off of the building, head first aimed right at her neck, arms close behind to rip the rest of her into shreds.
Joy explodes through him as he feels the soft tug, then ripping at he bites down on the women's throat. The small sound of a stolen cry for her life taken from her before it could even fully form. His newly clawed hands sinking into her sides with a warm slush, blood beginning to pour from the wounds.
The first piece of flesh begins to slide down this throat and all seems right in the world, the warm and slightly slimy chunk of throat passing down his own to his ever hungry stomach.
Bloody sloshing sounds mixed with almost animalistic growls of delight mingle together as he feeds.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 4:09:47 GMT
A nice cozy dark town, forever in darkness, a place that this choppy black hair fellow rather enjoyed out of all the worlds. It always held that air about it that, seethed of shadow and the calmness that follows it. He hadn't quite ran into anything of particular interest yet, but only time would tell. As they say, the longer one stays in a spot, the more likely said person is to get killed in said spot.
He left the second district heading to his particularly favorite spot, a small little outdoor cafe with outside chair and table. No, he was not exactly customer, though the owner never shooed him away either... Then it would probably have helped with the cafe actually being open the hours he visited it, then again the shopkeeper would probably be dead.
This particular night, heading to his little personal quiet place away from it all. There laid a rather, disfigured creature of blonde-ish maybe yellow-ish hair leaning over the corpse of a rather pitiful heavy woman. Blood was severely everywhere, such a sloppy eater, why the bestiality of the creature was bit entertaining. The women had probably a terrible death of fear, the very thought of her screaming into agony from the inside, it brought a sharp smile to his face. Just too bad he held no appetite for the human flesh, preferring the soul getting destroyed then left to rot.
Approaching closer, oh such a closer look at the creature... It was a human not a creature at all, why how funny. A cannibal? Why so long it had been since he met a cannibal! Especially one without such ethic specialty! All those other cannibals held rituals of tearing flesh apart, requiring burning, and some random chanting. This, such a beast all alone, leaning more the side of chaos versus order. His eyes turned a slightly brighter shade of yellow as he busted out laughing. How this condemned crossroad, has its own cannibal creature. Why! Maybe all those apathetic "order" morons would fall to it! It was just too funny to consider how pitiful the creature's hunting style even was, then what did he know?
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Post by Felix on May 28, 2015 4:34:24 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in the pit of my stomach
| 0258 WORDS @gingerfrost2 TAGGED notes WORDS | Feeling most of his control coming back to him as his meal smoothly runs down his throat he hears the sound of laughter. That was a good sign normally when someone was in the presence of him eating. Leaning back in a semi sitting position he looks up to see quite the odd person. They dont smell like rot, but more like dirt. Of course with his nose filled with the metallic smell of his drink he couldn't be sure.
Sensing that he has calmed down, he feels Little Red pulling his way out from Felix's tonic. Well not just his tonic, Red likes to burrow himself down into Felix's flesh when he wants to rest, or is really thirsty. Managing to crawl out from his resting place Red shakes himself sending Felix's blood around then starts to hum with delight as he takes inventory of the scene.
Quickly Red starts to fly around the walls quickly drinking up the blood on the walls swelling slightly in size. Felix watches his for a moment as he pulls another piece from his dinner. He returns his black and red deformed eyes to the new comer. Wondering what he thought of the person eating another in front of him.
Of course Felix's deformities didn't help much. His time being eaten away at by rats and his regeneration not being perfect making him look so much less human then he originally was, at least he assumes. He cant remember that far back.
Clearing his throat and licking his lips, "Good evening."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 5:08:37 GMT
Finally finishing with his humorous laughter, the yellow eyes lost their brightness, from there Nagi drew closer to get a closer look. He did not fear this cannibal, as one of norm would have. No, he found it intriguing like a new discovery waiting to be closely examined. It wasn't exactly everyday you meet a cannibal of this high caliber, why this held its own breed and forthcoming. Probably lived inside tunnels or a place without any real civilization views. A part of him hoped this world, wherever this cannibal was from, was one filled with anarchy.
The cannibal changed position to that of sitting, looking right up at heartless. The first thing that Nagi took in was those black and bloody colored eyes, why they slightly reminded him of his Master. A slightly small, slightly shallow, liking and disliking of this cannibal creature went through him. A slight shivering stream of mixed fickle emotions relating back to his feelings of his master.
The creature itself was bit deformed compared to average human, well wasn't that just nice? Humans always seemed the same of every world, it actually grew a bit boring after a while. Sure each world held slight differences, but ears and a tail, compared to this deformed thing, was oh so boring.
Staring at the cannibal long enough Nagi noticed, some odd new glowing disgusting thing began to burrow its way out of the cannibal's flesh. Nagi felt large disdain toward the new specimen, he rather disliked traveling companions, found them slightly annoying and useless. This one specifically reeked of human parasitic needs, why horrifically wonderful its own nightmareish way, it just wasn't his complete forte. Those sorts of creatures deserved to stay in nightmares, as it were, just too messy to deal with.
This specific parasitic traveling companion however held a use, it began to clean up the blood that gored over the area. He was forced to admit a traveling companion hiding evidence, making the kill that much deadlier for future victims was smart. Just too bad that it killed the uncontrollable fear of animalistic death around each corner would have brought, such a bore. As one who preferred to clean after himself, he was forced to respect this little sign of cleaning, even if he disliked it.
It was then that the cannibal began to clear its throat to speak, licking his little lips cleanly off. Nagi could not help but grin at the fact the cannibal actually held human intellect, it only made the creature so much more entertaining. He decided to reply with an amuse tone of his own personal feelings toward this cannibal, "Yes, a very lovely evening. Do you just prefer slightly heavy women? Or do you prefer them all if given a choice?"
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Post by Felix on May 28, 2015 18:43:08 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in the pit of my stomach
| 0258 WORDS @gingerfrost2 TAGGED notes WORDS | A most twisted and scary smile crawls it's way across Felix's face as this newcomer comments on what he would like to eat. The last part almost resonating with his very soul. Oh how he would love to be able to just lose himself to the hunger and eat everything, everyone. All that was in his way, and that which wasn't. He had the odd notion that he new what that was like, but he could not retrieve the memories to go along with it. He found that happening to him every once in a while. He could not remember a time before the prison, but he also didnt know just how long he was in there.
Across from him Red had just about finished cleaning the far side wall. Having swelled to almost more then twice his normal size he lands on a bench in the alleyway pulsing. He was full but both him and I knew that he would continue to drink. The same thing that effected Felix, effected his fairy, Gluttony.
His voice is slightly rough from his meal, so he cups his hand down to take in a drink of blood to wash away roughness. Xander had complained about the fact that Felix always smelled of blood. The metallic sent clinging to him like a fly to the dump.
"Of course I would eat them all if given the chance. What better way to have a feast." How how he wishes he could. It would be an amazing day when he was told to consume a whole world for his work. that would be such a wonderful day.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 20:52:42 GMT
The mouth of the cannibal became distorted in the sort of style. Nagi placed the right ring finger on his cheek nail slightly close to the mouth, a sharp grin held there. Why how much he loved that smile, this stranger had so many points similar of his Mistress. Such an encouraging trait for the worlds, such possibilities to unfold.
The cannibal, before answering drank a little blood. The sight wasn't exactly the prettiest, the blood dripping down the face then to chest. Then, compared to the corpse the cannibal looked quite dashing, why maybe he should go pick up dates. maybe a nice trip to a movie theater, or a trip to a world filled with human bodies just hanging about for vampires. Such fascinating worlds, just too bad they are all to fall, one day.
The cannibal's words were rather of disgust, why they were almost too perfect and predictable. Nagi did not quite approve of them, as it were, not the brightest of answers. "If you would happily oblige me, what is your name cannibal?"
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Post by Felix on May 30, 2015 0:12:30 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in the pit of my stomach
| 0258 WORDS @gingerfrost2 TAGGED notes WORDS | Felix starts to stand the chains and shackles around his wrists jingling as he does so. He wished he could have them removed, but there was also a large part of his that liked them. Of course it wouldn't take much to get rid of them. The magic in them had faded enough that all he had to do was chop off his hands and slide them off. But he started to become fond enough of them he didnt want to go through the trouble. It would take days for his hands to fully return. Plus he runs the risk of them not growing back quite right.
His hands where quite important to feeding and without them he runs the risk of losing to his hunger. Xander wouldn't like that. So there where always more cons then pros to having them taken away.
He takes a breath and look at this little visitor of his realm of lovely blood and meet. Should he tell him his real name? Felix isn't sure. What the hell if he tries naming names, and point at him later. Felix will just eat him. Not to bad.
Bowing his head slightly "Felix." He raise his head and looks at the other dead in the eyes. "And yourself?"
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 8:00:12 GMT
Did the cannibal come from some sort of imprisonment, well wasn't quite that fascinating a story... probably lost himself to hunger, went all mad, was locked up, saved by the heartless to this world... no wonders around with endless appetite, no real goals in sight. Nagi decided it probably was best not to mention anything of how he felt toward the whole thing, just to enjoy the mere amusement and chaos that it brought. The cannibal human would probably eventually die here, whether it was to be hunted alive or well.. Ate everything in sight. Torment from both ends could bring great joy to his life, maybe he should stalk the cannibal for a bit watching it feed. Just too bad he held bigger plans right now.
The cannibal gave its name, oh so it actually had a name, that was just precious. Felix looked up straight up to Nagi's eyes asking for his name. The whole movement, brought shivers of fear, the sort mainly brought on by pure sheer reminder of Lilith. He could only help but play along, curious as to why this creature reminded him so much of her "Why, it is Nagi. Is that but your only goal, to eat what you can? Or is there more to the story? As possibly a great goal of some sort?"
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Post by Felix on Jun 1, 2015 23:57:03 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in the pit of my stomach
| 0272 WORDS @gingerfrost2 TAGGED notes WORDS | Felix almost wanted to laugh in Nagi's face. A grand plan, he new that the group he was with had one. Even if he didn't pay much attention to it he still followed Xander. This man was far to little to deserve Felix telling him of the Thirteen. They weren't an exact secret, but he did know that they where to keep it at least in the small term quieter. Which he was fine with.
Felix looks over to Nagi, a twisted bemused smile still on his face. "Nagi, Quite the interesting name." Felix bends down and rips his meal's arm from his socket crunching down on fingers, crushing the bones to dust in his mouth. By the time he was totally done there would be nothing left of the women that he had targeted this fateful evening. The walls and floor had already almost been totally cleared of blood. He was quite happy to have Red around, he would never be able to leave without a trace without him.
After Noisly eating all of the women's hand, he gulped. It was so good, from what he understood bone's where kind of like his chips compared to the rest of the world. He found that entertaining.
"My goals are my own." Felix kicks his lifeless meal. "But this, is not a goal, its a fact." He looks back up to Nagi as he takes another bite of the arm in his hands. "One does not consider eating a mission do they? No they dont." He looks at Nagi, just black and red eyes alive with hunger and glee from consuming his meal.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 22:03:32 GMT
Felix held the same bemused smile he had before, responding to Nagi's name before going right back to eating. The crunching of bones could be heard even from where Nagi stood, such strong teeth and jaw. The whole view was one of the goriest Nagi had seen in over 10 years, utterly savage with slight expertise of cleanness. As each piece disappeared whether by that heinous puffball or the cannibal, it became clearer and clearer that this cannibal was expert in the monster field. A slight crazed enjoyment rose inside Nagi at the thought of each villager disappearing without a trace into the belly of this beast.
Though there still remained something he rather disliked, such as what all does this beast eat? Would it heartless as well as Somebodies? Not that he truly cared for those little blobs of darkness, or even the humanoid forms that seemed to wonder in and out from time to time. Why he cared for none of it, though should this savage decide to ever attack his Mistress, Emilio, or himself... Well there would have to hell to pay, and he rather disliked getting his hands dirty. He rather dislike the idea of losing his "toy" to a creature of such, "uniqueness".
Felix began to explain that his goals were his own, and that eating was not one should consider a mission. Nagi had begged to differ, it was always a mission of some sort. His original world had it set up were one must grant dreams in order to "eat" those very dreams. Was always a hard mission that required a bit of persuasion and persistence. Something that merely evolved to longer lasting feeding needs of hearts versus dreams, one that has much darker meaning than ever before. "A fact? Oh? Should it be more than a fact? Rather a source of life? Being, well ALIVE?"
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Post by Felix on Jun 5, 2015 21:23:46 GMT
| Gluttony The hunger in the pit of my stomach
| 0285 WORDS @gingerfrost2 TAGGED notes WORDS | Felix chuckles the arm that he has been chewing on quickly finished. He leans down again ripping off her head with a sickening pop. The head was always the hardest part for a full clean up, no real easy way to get my teeth around the skull. It was always messy, that is way it was great to have Red around, clean up the sticky mess that Felix didnt want to both with. Otherwise he might be stuck licking up the blood from the floor. And while Felix didnt find that as disgusting as a normal person would, he still would rather not have too.
He thinks about what Nagi said, it sounds almost like he is just talking in circles. Facts are live, and live is a fact. Well is it? It wasn't for him, or Xander, for us Death was the real beginning.
Was it a beginning for this man as well? He didn't act like a nobody, but maybe he was a heartless. Felix normally didn't eat heartless, they normally where made of nothing but shadows. Of course this one didnt look like it was made of shadows, but flesh. It would be interesting to try a heartless made of flesh.
"To me life and death matter very little. Death was my beginning, and stealing life has been something I quite enjoy." Felix smashes the skull in his hands with a fist, digging out the bits and eating it. "But I just do it for the hunger, that nawing pain I feel."
Felix snaps off parts of the skull dipping and scooping them into the soft contents inside. Like a salsa bowl. "Care for a bite?" Felix barks out a giggling laugh.
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