Red.
Harrip found himself in a jungle, another jungle. He couldn't tell where, he couldn't remember much. He saw red, his hands moved to wipe away the color but more red had dirtied his hands. His sense told him it was blood, human by taste. Blast it! Who did he kill? His head whipped around, throwing blood away from his head. He could see now at least... now he wished he could not....
Before him lay a bloody corpse, if it could be called that. It appeared to be what archeologists would dig up from a grave, just a mass of jumbled bones and organic tissue. Harrip felt like throwing up right there and then, but his stomach was no longer capable of that. He wondered who the man or woman had been, if he or she had had family.
Blast Blast Blast Blast Blast!!!!!
This Blasted Rakghoul mind was too much yet again!
He moved out of the clearing trying to wipe as much blood off as possible on the leaves of the trees. He could feel the blood everywhere, he wondered just how many people he had killed to attain such a state. His mind felt another urge to be sick, but nothing could happen. Suddenly, he realized there was a noise in the background that was not natural. It sounded like something running through the trees. His hearing could tell that it was a heavy creature and that it was running as fast as it could. It ran just as fast as ....... a Rakghoul.... Oh, no.........
He intercepted the beast and jumped on it from a tree. It struggled underneath Harrip's grasp, but Harrip was just as strong if not stronger than the beast. He grabbed by the throat and hissed at it. Seeing that it was in a defenseless position, the Rakghoul fell silent and started whining. Harrip hissed at it again, remembering how to communicate after all the years was not easy. But, having been a Rakghoul and among Rakghouls for much longer made it all too easy. He hissed some more and let loose some guttural sounds. At first the Rakghoul continued whimpering, but then it began communicating back.
It spoke of a gathering, a feast, an attack, a great metal ship, fire, blood, screams. Harrip knew what that meant. They had founds some survivors and they were going to kill them, overrun them before long. Harrip growled at the creature beneath him and the Rakghoul responded by trying to shy away. Harrip stood and grabbed the beast. He held it for a moment, suspended above the ground by the throat. He let loose another growl before tossing the beast against a tree. He heard a crack and knew that the Rakghoul would not harm anyone for some time.
He let his instincts guide him towards the ship where all the other Rakghouls were headed. His only hope was that he would make it in time.
@RC 212
@Sy' Q. Lant
[member="Nomad Crimson"]
[member="Cross Ikon"]
[member="Eldoc Quasat"]
