4th Reunion [OPEN] To Kill a Dinosaur

[toxicwillpower]

With a sickening squish the double bladed katana was removed from the dinosaur’s neck. The beast writhed on the ground, unable to scream or cry due to the blood that spurted out of the wound in its throat.

Kadaj walked in a wide circle around it. “Well, what do we have here?” He stopped at the head and crouched down next to its face, careful not to bloody himself. “You’re an ugly little monster aren’t you…” He stood and pressed his boot against its cheek, pushing its face away. The blood continued to squirt out evenly but in slow dying arcs from its neck. Only moments before the young remnant had been disturbed by this. . . thing trying to eat him. It was the last action it would ever do.

The teen's brows furrowed as he took in the sight of the creature. “You’re not from Gaia.” That was… unsettling. But there was one thing that was familiar through all of this. A sensation. A pull, no—a compulsion to travel in a particular direction. And while he had never felt this urge before he knew exactly what it was.

The dinosaur’s gasping breaths shook him from his thoughts. Kadaj looked down to note that its face was completely covered in thick dark blood. It clawed at its throat and kicked its legs weakly. Its eyes, large and beady black, stared at the remnant’s uncaring gaze, suffering.

Kadaj clicked his tongue in disgust. Though he would very much like to watch it die a slow and painful death as punishment, he decided to end it quickly. He wanted to find whatever was calling out to him.

“Don’t look at me that way.” He casually warned before abruptly jabbing the sword right into the monster’s trachea. It gurgled and sputtered for a final time. Did it die from choking on its own beastly fluids or blood loss? Whichever it was, it was irrelevant. The thing was dead and no longer held any interest. The dinosaur’s body fell completely limp and its once animalistic frightened eyes rolled back into its head. Kadaj smirked. “That’s better.”

001 (semi-intro) ⚜ ❝ sᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ❞

[repudiate]

[ No matter how much you look around the moment you enter the dream, the room you suddenly find yourself in looks no different from any other ordinary hotel room - except for the fact it might just be a slightly upper-class version of it. It's rather high up too, considering how far away the ground seems if you look out of the windows to see the cars rushing by in the streets far below. The dark night sky with little stars (although, stars-- if you stare too long, they might almost seem like cat eyes instead until you blink again) looms overhead almost gloomily so, but the room is dimly lit by a small lamp on a nightstand.

The room's current occupant does not seem to be present just yet though, considering from how empty the room is. It's easy to find signs of there being some sort of occupant though. The bed looks like it was recently used - or rather, sat upon rather than actually slept in. There's a pair of pink hairbobbles lying on the nightstand, right next to the lamp. Not to mention that on the middle of the big bed lies a book, opened on a seemingly random page as if someone was reading it only a few moments ago. The pages are scribbled with slightly messy and definitely childish handwriting, detailing all kinds of 'magic': like 'magic to make candies fall from the sky' and 'magic to make the dinner become cream croquette'. Even if you try to browse through it, it's just all those kinds of magic listed for seemingly simple and everyday things, sometimes going further to detail various kinds of demons (who actually look rather cutesy, compared to what one would expect demons to be like).

The book is just lying there, open as if it wants you to read it - so do you? Or do you instead fear the room's occupant might come back too soon and wait around instead, maybe enjoy the view a little? ]