Croc (Aug 6, 2011 1:26:38 AM)
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Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 1:27:05 AM)
OK grabbing "mood music" whilst wolfing down the remainder of my chinese food!
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 1:27:22 AM)
K. Should I do a post of Croc's general night in the swamp?
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 1:28:00 AM)
Hmm, lemme post first to set the scene so you can expand on it.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 1:28:13 AM)
No prob.
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 1:33:36 AM)
It had been raining off and on all evening, the swamp extra slushy this evening in all its oozy glory. One of the good things about the moisture was that it brought out the swamps lovely critters, from insects to rodents and because of them, the many varied reptiles that could be found there. Croc would hear a distant yip and howl from the local coyote pack who were frequenters of the swamps less liquidy areas, the canines smart enough to know better then risk a swim or crossing in the deeper areas.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 1:37:50 AM)
He loved nights such as this one. The higher water level made his travel through the swamps easier, swifter, as new channels were opened as run off from the rain eroded what few natural dams the passage of time had errected. As he moved through the water his many layers of ragged robes floated around him along it's surface, his piss yellow eyes almost glowing as he passed through patches of moonlight. He was out tonight checking his traps. He kept several of the vicious contraptions here and there through out the local bayou. While he could simply call upon the blood and summon meals for his pets, he took a morbid satifaction from pulling the panic stricken creatures from the jaws of an iron trap just to toss them into the waiting maw of his companion. For it's part the massive crocodile, foreign to this area but long since adapted, crept along the floor of the bog Croc swam through. His constant shadow within the murky water.
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 1:47:26 AM)
As the nosferatu moved through the ichor, he would hear the occasional splash or slope sound of gator as it reacted to the vampires presence in its territory, sinking beneath the mire, their eye shine from the moon disappearing. It was well lit in most of the areas the tree canopy didn't completely encompass, the moons luminescent light lucky enough to dodge many of the clouds overhead. Moving through the bog Crocs nose was filled with all sorts of smells from feces to filth, rotting vegatation and garbage but tonight... he could smell something else rotting.. and it wasnt plant matter, that he knew for sure.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 1:52:25 AM)
Croc paid the gators little more than passing glances as he moved through their territory....his territory if one were ask him at that very moment. Most of them were used to him by now, a few of them had tasted his blood, but more than that...all of them were aware of the monsterous bull crocodile ever at his side, a beast that easily dwarfed any two of them combined. Croc exalted in the sensations of the world he had submerged himself into. The thick rancid mire being stirred beneath his webbed toes, the scent of shit, death, and fungus ever in his lungs. When he caught the scent of rotting flesh, however, he paused in his movement. His lungs puffed rapidly as he sniffed at the air, his eyes narrowing as he focused....seperating one scent from another until he had found the one that was out of place. He would clear the air with a wave, then scent it again...until he narrowed down the direction it came from. Then slowly crept through the water in the proper direction.
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:00:16 AM)
As he closed in on the scent, the air became more congested with insects, most of which appeared to be flies coming and going from some bountiful feast nearby. A powerful yet familiar swish of liquid stirred past his feet as his companion lunged itself forward beneath the mire, having also picked up on the smell of whatever fluid the rotting thing leaked into the water. It came into view moments later, a large, white.. something dangling on the roots of a massive Banyon tree, appearing to have been a hefty meal for many already as limbs appeared shredded and torn, chunks large and small missing. Within seconds he knew it was humanoid of some sort.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:05:05 AM)
As the massive crocodile lunged past, Croc reached down and clasped a strong hand onto a large ridge along it's back, allowing it to pull him all the quicker to their quary. The many layers of rags that shrounded his form clung to his emaciated frame as he rose like some foul demon from the surface of the water, approaching the corpse with idle curiosity. It wasn't often he found humans out this far, but when he did, they were like this as often as not. He gave the flies little heed at they landed on his flesh, crawling in and out the two small holes that served as his nose or congesting in the corners of his eyes. He was ever wary of his senses and the area around him, but the current condition of whatever it was, at such an advanced state of decay, left him little worry of the beings attacker still being near by. With a single strong hand he reached forward, grasping the closest piece of meet he could sink his fingers into, before flipping it further up onto the roots so that he could get a better look at i
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:05:09 AM)
it.
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:05:17 AM)
[lol one letter!]
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:05:33 AM)
( And a period! Let us never forget our punctuations! lol )
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:05:39 AM)
[lol]
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:14:01 AM)
The insects seemed incredibly hyper and even aggressive as they buzzed, literally consuming the air around him and the body, seeming attacking the nosferatu as he disturbed their meal like they were hopped up on something that was making them behave this way. As the corpse was flipped over, further up the roots of the Banyon, he could make out that whoever it was had been female by what was left of her sex parts. The flesh was pale, very pale, ivory almost, the moons shine not making it any less so, its face forever frozen in a grizzly expression. The hair appeared dyed, unnaturally blonde and cropped short, the eye sockets filled with biting, buzzing angry insects and nothing more.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:18:33 AM)
Croc's eyes narrowed irritably in response to the insects and his fangs extended. Croc's jaw no longer worked as a man's would, in fact there was no jaw at all. Instead, there was a circle of needlie liks fangs, ringed by thin sphincter of muscle that would expand and contract as his mouth needed to move. It did so now, his vortex of fangs opening as he hissed at the cloud of swarming creatures, calling upon his blood to imbue his hiss with an air of dominance the lesser beings would have a difficult time trying to argue with. Giving the cloud a vicious swipe of his hand for good measure, and forcefully blinking his eyes to clear them, he leaned forward and sniffed at the body a little more closely now. He was no longer looking for the scent of decay, instead he looked for the scent of lingering perfumes, motor oil, anything out of place. And most importantly, he looked for the scent of blood...kindred or mortal alike.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:24:54 AM)
His eyes widened as he recognized the body and a vicious grin spread across that macabre maw. " Looky here, lizard.... Looks like that dumb bitch brujah got what was come'n to her after all....." He wrapped his large hand around her throat and waded up onto the bank, dragging her desecrated body along with him. He tossed it forward into the thick mud before copping a squat and staring at it. "Hmmm....." After a few moments of thought he stood, turning his gaze to the swamp around him. His maw opened again and this time a deep, hollow Hoot echoed into the night. He called out for owls that might make this section of the swamp their home before looking back to the corpse once more.
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:34:56 AM)
From what he could make out, given the state of the body, Carla had obviously been a very young vampire. How she had become Primogen in such a short time, especially after the many fuck ups that had likely reached his ears by now, was a question that may or may not come to mind. The nosferatu could see there were very few markings of any kind on the body other then what the beasts of the swamp but as he moved limbs, some of which had to be broken to actually move if he chose to do so, he finally saw the culprit. There, on an inner thigh, were the marks he would know the moment he saw them, vampiric in nature. They ran the course of her thigh, 9 in total from what he could see after wiping away bits and pieces of sinew that hung loosely around the area, torn from animals and insects.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:39:05 AM)
His eyes narrowed as he saw the source of death, but he honestly wasn't surprised much. He'd watched the fool girl be stupid aplenty in the short time he'd been paying attention to the city's local kindred. He glanced around, but knew the recent rains would have likely washed away any possible tracks...still, he did give the ground a few idle looks just in case while he awaiting the response to his calls.
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:41:30 AM)
It took several minutes before a flutter of wings could be heard landing behind him. Surprisingly, there had been a mere single owl in the area this evening. It adjusted itself upon the branch of a dead tree, stepping back and forth uncomfortably as it sensed the predators in the area. What the Nosferatu would do now with his 'prize' was up to him though it be a hell of a bitch to drag this far out of the swamp with everything in and around the area wanting a bite of the tainted blood it leaked into the slime.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:45:02 AM)
He had a plan for that already forming in his head, but that could wait until he was done in the area itself. For the moment, he locked his eyes on the massive crocodile that lingered at the edge of the water then gave a slight nod to the body. The primordial reptile pulled it's powerful body up onto the shore and stretched out beside the corpse, as if daring something to get close enough to have a taste. Croc then turned to the owl, looking up at it with an almost casual indifference. The fact was, he was more at home speaking to animals that people. He felt he could relate to them more...creatures that thrived on instinct more than rational thought. He shook within his robes, causing them to ruffle in the body language of feathers, and hooted again. ~Did you see this corpse get brought here?~
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:49:05 AM)
Those sharp eyes flickered back and forth between Croc, the croc and the body as the owl danced back and forth. Eventually it flew to a higher limb in a closer tree, feeling a sense of security further out of the nosferatus pets reach. ~Two feet. Many Two Feet.~ It replied in its quiet little voice, owls so very rarely making a sound outside of the hoots they occasionally made.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:50:37 AM)
He nodded slightly, "Crows and vultures. Did they circle? Did they follow the corpse in?"
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:52:25 AM)
Its head cocked to the side at an awkward angle and for whatever reason, Croc knew the owl was telling him his guess was wrong. "Two Feet. Your feet...." The birds head bobbing up and down a moment as if to mimic foot falls upon the ground without sound.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:53:28 AM)
He shook his head and shuffled beneath his robes, a ruffling of his feathers in annoyance. "I know! But were they followed? Did crow or vultures follow the two feet and the corpse?"
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:55:51 AM)
It blinked several times, seeming to have no answer for the nosferatu as it let out a pleasant little coo and rufffled its feathers briefly. At that point Croc knew the owl had told him all it knew with regard to the body, or had it? Who could be certain when it came to the minds of some animals, some more cooperative then others as he'd learned long ago.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:57:25 AM)
A low growl rumbled amonst the bloody mucus that congealed at the base of his lungs. He glared up at the feathered creature and clenched his fists at his sides. He fucking hated birds...all arrogant and prissy. They reminded him of toreadors, and worse than that..they could fly. He prefered reptiles....but sadly...some birds just seemed smarter. "Which way did they go? The two feets? Which way?"
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:58:19 AM)
[omg thats totally how I look at birds IC too!]
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 2:58:26 AM)
( lol )
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 2:59:48 AM)
And with that final question, like it or not, the owl propelled itself up and off the branch and headed Northwest, disappearing from the nosferatus sights within seconds. Well, that was an answer at least.
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 3:02:06 AM)
[I'll let you do with the body what you will. This bit of information, Carlas certain death, is only known by Croc. Some suspect having found her warehouse burnt down but no certainty.]
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 3:02:38 AM)
He nodded and turned back, looking down at his large companion. "Alright you giant hand bag lookin mother fucker, time to earn your keep, you hear me? You're gonna carry this body back to the pit and you're gonna get it there in one piece. You take a bite, you take a bite and try to pin it on some dumb shit gator, and so help me you'll live off tree frogs for the next three years", he said, with all confidence the creature understood everyword. It had been a gift from his sire, a remnant of the spawning pools of southern florida, and it seemed damn near as smart as he was at times. He then kicked the body up onto the reptile's wide scaly back and turned to head off into the north west.
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 3:03:27 AM)
( Croc will be keeping the body, at least for now. He's gonna head northwest, asking animals along the way if they've seen a group of people, and see if he can track down where they came from. He has nothing but time on his hands, so he'll persue it pretty doggedly for at least a couple days )
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 3:04:35 AM)
[OK! We can do another scene if he wants to go a hunting into the swamp another time if youd like?]
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 3:05:31 AM)
( Sounds good to me. He'll mainly be tryin to find their entry point into the swamp, then tire tracks, information network from local bums, and so on. Random detective stuff to see who dropped off a dead primogen in his back yard, lol )
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 3:06:45 AM)
[OK well we're both usually on at the same times in the evenings so we could easily toss random sceneage here and there. Talk at you later, gator.. croc.. =P
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 3:07:12 AM)
( lol, thanks for the scene. Great fun. ^_^ )
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 3:07:34 AM)
[ Thank you! Had fun too! Dont say that often when I run scenes LOL ]
Croc (Aug 6, 2011 3:07:51 AM)
( lol, thank you! A big compliment. )
Delirious (Aug 6, 2011 3:08:03 AM)
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Croc (Aug 6, 2011 3:08:05 AM)
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