AUGHSDGHS YOU GUYS I NEED MOAR PEOPLE! It’s not that the people I have are bad, they just aren’t the personality type I need! I know some people are out there! Last call otherwise I’m doing this with characters not cut out for the role.
A dark figure, claustrophobic in an empty room. It shook it’s head and moved forward slowly, head down. The floor was dirt, the very fine kind that you could track a fly’s footprints in, but tonight it was empty and smooth as glass. The figure stopped suddenly and fell to it’s knees. The place was silent, still, for what could have been centuries or only seconds. Then it started, a faint buzzing, ringing noise that gave the place the same sort of atmosphere as a nuclear power plant just before it explodes. It shook the figure to his bones, made him fear, made him humble, made him all but dead.
And then he stood up and faced the beast.
It was large , but not too large; it was a little larger than a Clydesdale horse, and about the same shape. But it was covered in small, fish-like scales over it’s entire body, though unlike a fish’s scales, they were a bright blue and never varied in color or size. It’s eyes were burning, a mess of flame and terror and hate all rolled into a sub-earthly organ of sight.
It was well before dawn when the girl awoke. She was in better condition than most, he decided. She was sitting up, staring, afraid, silent. Silence! how wonderful, to have perfected the art already.
They were in a room, a classroom, with white walls and tiled floors. There were about ten people in there, mostly asleep, not dreaming, trying to stay warm and quiet. The girl was letting her eyes adjust to the darkness… looking over her fellow refugees. She nodded to him, asking him to come. Observant, too, great.
Uhh…Sorry? I used to be able to do this and then everything changed and bjiabijdfas. Will uipdate sewn :3