No Survivors (Nem rp)
Apr 26, 2015 2:18:43 GMT -5
Post by Cordy on Apr 26, 2015 2:18:43 GMT -5
"There should have been no survivors!" Ricky Oswego howled, little specks of spittle flying from his mouth, and showering the chest of the Lion. "None!" He roared, rearing back his hand and viciously slapping Nem across the face; a feat that would have surely spelled disaster for anyone else.
But Ricky Oswego wasn't anyone else, for he was the modern day equivalent of Typhon, the father of monsters; and he knew that the beast would dare not rear his head in rebellion.
"For all who enter the Lion's Den must perish and suffer an excruciating end." He gave a throaty whisper as his chest heaved. He rotated his hand, the impact of the slap had hurt him as well.
Nem said nothing; his gaze still lingering in the direction that the slap had sent it.
"Yet, Brody Watts survived." Ricky growled venomously; accusingly. "He lived to tell the tale of his encounter with the Lion of Nemean, and now he serves as a beacon -- a beacon of hope for all that dwell within this land!" Ricky said disbelievingly with a chuckle, before inhaling sharply. "And you let him." He accused, jabbing a finger into the monster's chest.
"Know no mercy. KNOW NO COMPASSION!" he snarled in disgust. "For this world knows not of these things. They are a weakness, a hindrance, and you, my precious lion, are not weak!"
"You are the curse that plagues them; the diminisher of their hope, and this past transgression is one that can...not happen again." He stated, breaking each word down to the syllable.
"You must make this right. Or else, they will begin to see you as something other than which you are -- and the fear that dwells within each and every one will slowly deteriorate, and them living in fear? Well that's just part of the fun!" he exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air and emitting a sinister cackle.
"Laura Seville -- she must come to know suffering. She must come to know pain, for she must be the reminder; the reminder to them all what will happen once they enter the Lion's den. They must see that Brody Watts was but an outlier. And even still, they must see that all he could do was bide his time and momentarily stave off the inevitable."
"For he too will meet an untimely demise. He is but wounded prey, and the scent of blood will lead you right to him; to finish him once and for all."
"He could not slay the beast! He could not be their savior. And Laura Seville will be no different. She'll fight valiantly. She's already proven that she has heart in abundance, but I ask of you..."
"...what good is a heart that no longer beats?" He asked as he gazed up at the monster. He snickered. "It's useless." He responded, awkward and gleeful.
"Completely and utterly useless," he continued, pacing back and forth along the dimly lit corridor, "...just as all her heart will be when she stares into your eyes and sees her demise, lingering in the depths like the foreboding overcast of a torrential downpour."
"She glances over her shoulder, searching for a man waiting in the wings." he laughed. "...when he should be the very least of her worries, for she walks blindly into the jaws of oblivion, and they will gnaw and rip until the gristly remnants of broken dreams are all that remain."
"And there will be no hope; there will be no survivors."
"Just one question..."
.....
"Who will save us now?"
But Ricky Oswego wasn't anyone else, for he was the modern day equivalent of Typhon, the father of monsters; and he knew that the beast would dare not rear his head in rebellion.
"For all who enter the Lion's Den must perish and suffer an excruciating end." He gave a throaty whisper as his chest heaved. He rotated his hand, the impact of the slap had hurt him as well.
Nem said nothing; his gaze still lingering in the direction that the slap had sent it.
"Yet, Brody Watts survived." Ricky growled venomously; accusingly. "He lived to tell the tale of his encounter with the Lion of Nemean, and now he serves as a beacon -- a beacon of hope for all that dwell within this land!" Ricky said disbelievingly with a chuckle, before inhaling sharply. "And you let him." He accused, jabbing a finger into the monster's chest.
"Know no mercy. KNOW NO COMPASSION!" he snarled in disgust. "For this world knows not of these things. They are a weakness, a hindrance, and you, my precious lion, are not weak!"
"You are the curse that plagues them; the diminisher of their hope, and this past transgression is one that can...not happen again." He stated, breaking each word down to the syllable.
"You must make this right. Or else, they will begin to see you as something other than which you are -- and the fear that dwells within each and every one will slowly deteriorate, and them living in fear? Well that's just part of the fun!" he exclaimed, flailing his arms in the air and emitting a sinister cackle.
"Laura Seville -- she must come to know suffering. She must come to know pain, for she must be the reminder; the reminder to them all what will happen once they enter the Lion's den. They must see that Brody Watts was but an outlier. And even still, they must see that all he could do was bide his time and momentarily stave off the inevitable."
"For he too will meet an untimely demise. He is but wounded prey, and the scent of blood will lead you right to him; to finish him once and for all."
"He could not slay the beast! He could not be their savior. And Laura Seville will be no different. She'll fight valiantly. She's already proven that she has heart in abundance, but I ask of you..."
"...what good is a heart that no longer beats?" He asked as he gazed up at the monster. He snickered. "It's useless." He responded, awkward and gleeful.
"Completely and utterly useless," he continued, pacing back and forth along the dimly lit corridor, "...just as all her heart will be when she stares into your eyes and sees her demise, lingering in the depths like the foreboding overcast of a torrential downpour."
"She glances over her shoulder, searching for a man waiting in the wings." he laughed. "...when he should be the very least of her worries, for she walks blindly into the jaws of oblivion, and they will gnaw and rip until the gristly remnants of broken dreams are all that remain."
"And there will be no hope; there will be no survivors."
"Just one question..."
.....
"Who will save us now?"
