Post by wortcov on Nov 17, 2013 2:17:25 GMT
and finished
Unreal.
Unreal is probably the word people would use to describe most aspects of the scene. The smothering silence between the looming buildings, the lack of people walking the pavement, the way the cars just stood there, waiting for their owners to return, something that by the looks of it would never happen.
But most of all the dead corpse lying in the middle of the intersection.
Its large and rugose , yet lumpy, body dwarfed the car it was lying on which, unless cars got the skills required to wield firearms, was not it cause of death. Most scholars that placed their scientific eyes upon this large monstrosity would argue long into the small hours of the day if it was some sort of subterranean plant or member of the avian family and laments the death of this missing link between birds and tubers rich in starch if it wasn’t for the fact they would never know of its existence and the grey skies above would make the later part also impossible.
The light drizzle released by the unbroken grey mass above did not appear to be any more unusual then rain in general, yet the water sent from the heavens seemed to have a queer effect on the thing, as slight moments could be noticed on the beats rotund torso, like a caterpillar devoured by the larva of a parasitic wasp untill finally finding a weak point.
Weak enough to penetrate.
Not unlike a pale spike penetrating a rusty beat-up can, or , if you lack the required imagination to see that in front of you, not unlike a seed in the spring, did a pale stalk tear though the though brown hide of the abomination, first slowly prodding the outer later of its place of origin, then, as if it was the eyestalk of a snail, direct its attention to the immediate surrounding, before retracting into the beast again, returning the unreal stillness to the scene that the misty rain did not have a chance to disturb.
Even though under the crushed windshield of the car, gifted with the privilege to be the final resting place of this creature, was forever frozen at quarter past twelve, did time still grind along at its usual phase around it and, as if contemplating its fate for a brief moment, did the originator of the pallid probe claw itself out from the core of the decomposing mass.
The thick clouds above dulled the sunlight greeting the humanoid figure into the world, ichors dripping from its crawling frame, vein-like cords and slivers wrapped around it as if crimson appendages wanted to drag it back into the safety of the rotting mound it had emerged from. The long neck, sparingly covered by what could only be called feathers, shook as the thing liberated its lungs from the same vile stuff covering it and let out a hoarse sound from between its beaklike lips.
“deaasaddddd.”
It stood there, pondering the meaning of its first words, its stalks probing the ground around it, the eyeless face held high as is listening.
“d-d-dd-d-e-d-de-DEE”
The sudden outburst of sound startles even its own sensory appendages, quickly retracting themselves into the body as it pulls itself free from the last strands connecting it from the hole it was born from.
“d-dd-dea-dead-”
Sudden memories, some sharp claws carving deep furrows or a dark hole opening up below, others like roars of sharp and hot disintegration or just deafening silence, all ending with the cold darkness.
“a-as-de-dea-d-de”
The sound escaped from it, not as if it tried to convey a message to anyone else other then itself and the deceased figure towering over it that shared a great resemblance to this lesser wretched form now stumbling down the street, its alert eyestalks scanning the empty buildings and deserted street around him.
“d-de-dde-dead-a-aa-a-as-s-s”
The guttural sounds emitted from its leathery beak turns into a silent hissing when it rests its eyes on the large creature waddling into the street from a alley, its trunk-like legs not to much help keeping it upright when a wheezing mass of claws and grime-encrusted feathers hits its hollow chest.
And as it bleeds to death on the pavement does it understand the stuttering words uttered by its attacker just as little as he does.
Unreal.
Unreal is probably the word people would use to describe most aspects of the scene. The smothering silence between the looming buildings, the lack of people walking the pavement, the way the cars just stood there, waiting for their owners to return, something that by the looks of it would never happen.
But most of all the dead corpse lying in the middle of the intersection.
Its large and rugose , yet lumpy, body dwarfed the car it was lying on which, unless cars got the skills required to wield firearms, was not it cause of death. Most scholars that placed their scientific eyes upon this large monstrosity would argue long into the small hours of the day if it was some sort of subterranean plant or member of the avian family and laments the death of this missing link between birds and tubers rich in starch if it wasn’t for the fact they would never know of its existence and the grey skies above would make the later part also impossible.
The light drizzle released by the unbroken grey mass above did not appear to be any more unusual then rain in general, yet the water sent from the heavens seemed to have a queer effect on the thing, as slight moments could be noticed on the beats rotund torso, like a caterpillar devoured by the larva of a parasitic wasp untill finally finding a weak point.
Weak enough to penetrate.
Not unlike a pale spike penetrating a rusty beat-up can, or , if you lack the required imagination to see that in front of you, not unlike a seed in the spring, did a pale stalk tear though the though brown hide of the abomination, first slowly prodding the outer later of its place of origin, then, as if it was the eyestalk of a snail, direct its attention to the immediate surrounding, before retracting into the beast again, returning the unreal stillness to the scene that the misty rain did not have a chance to disturb.
Even though under the crushed windshield of the car, gifted with the privilege to be the final resting place of this creature, was forever frozen at quarter past twelve, did time still grind along at its usual phase around it and, as if contemplating its fate for a brief moment, did the originator of the pallid probe claw itself out from the core of the decomposing mass.
The thick clouds above dulled the sunlight greeting the humanoid figure into the world, ichors dripping from its crawling frame, vein-like cords and slivers wrapped around it as if crimson appendages wanted to drag it back into the safety of the rotting mound it had emerged from. The long neck, sparingly covered by what could only be called feathers, shook as the thing liberated its lungs from the same vile stuff covering it and let out a hoarse sound from between its beaklike lips.
“deaasaddddd.”
It stood there, pondering the meaning of its first words, its stalks probing the ground around it, the eyeless face held high as is listening.
“d-d-dd-d-e-d-de-DEE”
The sudden outburst of sound startles even its own sensory appendages, quickly retracting themselves into the body as it pulls itself free from the last strands connecting it from the hole it was born from.
“d-dd-dea-dead-”
Sudden memories, some sharp claws carving deep furrows or a dark hole opening up below, others like roars of sharp and hot disintegration or just deafening silence, all ending with the cold darkness.
“a-as-de-dea-d-de”
The sound escaped from it, not as if it tried to convey a message to anyone else other then itself and the deceased figure towering over it that shared a great resemblance to this lesser wretched form now stumbling down the street, its alert eyestalks scanning the empty buildings and deserted street around him.
“d-de-dde-dead-a-aa-a-as-s-s”
The guttural sounds emitted from its leathery beak turns into a silent hissing when it rests its eyes on the large creature waddling into the street from a alley, its trunk-like legs not to much help keeping it upright when a wheezing mass of claws and grime-encrusted feathers hits its hollow chest.
And as it bleeds to death on the pavement does it understand the stuttering words uttered by its attacker just as little as he does.
