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middaeg2019-07-02 12:45 am
bloodyuseless) wrote in middaeg2019-07-02 12:45 am
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open; underneath it all
Who: Mary and his dinner YOU
When: Backdated to 6/23
Where: In the nightmare
What: Mary touches him some Minotaur bones.
Warnings: Dream murder and people eating. However, no threads in this log will end in death unless you also comment on this plotting post!
The labyrinth seems almost fun at first, a large-scale recreation of the cutesy hedge mazes from earlier. Mary dives in the same way he always does: head first. It's in this same fashion that he bulldozes his way to the center even with his shoddy sense of direction. The pay off, however, leaves a great deal to be desired. Wading through murky waters, navigating the dim lighting, tripping over a stranger's rib cage, all just so he can catch a glimpse of a stripped and soaking skeleton. He can barely make out the shape of the Minotaur's bones through the darkness, but he doesn't have anywhere else to go either. Mary moves in, feeling the shapes with his palms and shoving his face at the discolored portions.
He remembers waiting for someone else to show up, feeling bored enough to play around with the smaller bones a bit. He thinks he talked to them at one point. Eventually, it occurs to him that the uncomfortable feeling rising in his gut is hunger. But he hasn't had to drink blood since he got here. He's even been able to eat other foods! He shouldn't be hungry, not like this. It must just be this place, he concludes as he stands, ready to leave.
By the time he accidentally stumbles right back to that skeleton, his hands are as dark as his surroundings, and his throat burns in a way it hasn't since he'd been literally set aflame. Thought is increasingly difficult. It's so much easier to feel - the heavy water, the burning pain, the desperate hunger....
Oh, yeah. He knows how to fix that, doesn't he? How stupid. If he's hungry, then all he has to do is eat.
When: Backdated to 6/23
Where: In the nightmare
What: Mary touches him some Minotaur bones.
Warnings: Dream murder and people eating. However, no threads in this log will end in death unless you also comment on this plotting post!
The labyrinth seems almost fun at first, a large-scale recreation of the cutesy hedge mazes from earlier. Mary dives in the same way he always does: head first. It's in this same fashion that he bulldozes his way to the center even with his shoddy sense of direction. The pay off, however, leaves a great deal to be desired. Wading through murky waters, navigating the dim lighting, tripping over a stranger's rib cage, all just so he can catch a glimpse of a stripped and soaking skeleton. He can barely make out the shape of the Minotaur's bones through the darkness, but he doesn't have anywhere else to go either. Mary moves in, feeling the shapes with his palms and shoving his face at the discolored portions.
He remembers waiting for someone else to show up, feeling bored enough to play around with the smaller bones a bit. He thinks he talked to them at one point. Eventually, it occurs to him that the uncomfortable feeling rising in his gut is hunger. But he hasn't had to drink blood since he got here. He's even been able to eat other foods! He shouldn't be hungry, not like this. It must just be this place, he concludes as he stands, ready to leave.
By the time he accidentally stumbles right back to that skeleton, his hands are as dark as his surroundings, and his throat burns in a way it hasn't since he'd been literally set aflame. Thought is increasingly difficult. It's so much easier to feel - the heavy water, the burning pain, the desperate hunger....
Oh, yeah. He knows how to fix that, doesn't he? How stupid. If he's hungry, then all he has to do is eat.
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"What the --- stop that!"
He gestured, and a flicker of fire flashed out, but missed the young man as Harry hesitated at the apparent age of the boy.
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It's not until fire flashes before his vision that he stalls, frozen for half a second before whirling his head around to see where the attack has charred the labyrinth wall behind him. This guy... Mary refocuses on Harry himself, his one red eye narrowing. This guy is dangerous. He can't waste any time.
The only reply Mary offers is to stomp down Harry's shoulder with a coal black, infected leg and once more grasp for the man's throat.
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He was getting blurry. Being knocked down then getting punched made his head ring, and he had already been too tired. He tried to focus on more fire, or air, but his fingers got knocked aside as a leg came down and the shoe with it and slammed into his shoulder, bringing pain and weakness that washed over him.
"Aghhhh!"
He fought still, trying to bat the guy away with one hand, but his heart was pounding and his vision swimming as he tried to get a good look at his attacker in the dimness. He shuddered, memories of other vampires washing over him, and he felt horror and fear clutch at him.
sorry for how late this is;
So when Harry struggles, his hand pounding against Mary's face, his red eye glints between two of Harry's fingers, and Mary bites down hard on his palm. Two sharp fangs dig into the flesh, drawing blood. Unlike in so many vampire tales, however, he doesn't just drain the blood and leave an otherwise intact corpse. Oh no, he chomps like a crazed attack dog, tearing at the meat of Harry's hand with inhuman force.
Harry is dealing with a real damn monster, not the pretty chimeras and turnskins of this world. He has every reason to be scared.
s'alright! <3
Nightmares old and new slam together in his mind, and he screams as he remembers being fed on by a horde of vampires. He shudders, his whole body shaking in the feel of it, and cries out. Some part of him tries to muster magic, and fails, as he tries t pull back, tries to kick the other, and can only flail and cry out again. No!
Not again!
<333
His own hand is still tightly wound around Harry's neck, but he doesn't try to choke the man. He uses the position to steady himself as he shoves past flailing limbs to sink his fangs into Harry's chest. Mary's following the blood to its source. If Harry's hand alone can make him shiver at the taste, then his heart must be downright divine.
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"Damn you." The words are low, and gasped out and Harry's vision starts to narrow and darken.
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With a low growl, Mary finally tightens his grip on Harry's throat. Jet black nails pierce the vulnerable flesh on both sides before he rips half of the man's neck clear and tosses it into the murky water behind them.
Now he can dine on Harry's heart without a care.
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And when he wakes again, he is at the start of the dream, starting where he was when it all began, but still remembering every moment of that dark experience.
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