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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2018 21:45:41 GMT -6
It was a dark and stormy night.
He couldn't hear any patter or pitter from any water formations falling from the heavens, but he could very clearly feel the infinite assault of the rain on his scales. Given how long he'd been here, it was easy for him to run through various ways of describing the rain or what it made the night look like outside. He could recall several days that began with a dark and stormy night and went on forever or so just to describe the storm itself.
It was raining fairly hard to compensate for the heat of the summer, so hard that it was difficult to see more than a few feet out past the dark shadows and describe anything in perfect detail. He could just imagine seeing tiny rivers and rivulets slithering down the crystal exterior of the warehouse to drip from the upper panes of the window. When the constant waterfall fell to the lower panes it created the softest sound above the white noise of the raindrops that fell away from the castle. A never-ending wet splatter against a crystalline base, that sounded like someone pouring water onto a floor made of metal.
The raindrops alone were like static to his restless ears by now, though they would twitch occasionally if thunder boomed just close enough to the warehouse. The floor vibrated from the noise and as a result of the air clapping back together. The lightning brightened the room, but it never added color with it's presence. Such was a side effect the rain's soothing down fall--it turned the horribly colorful world around him into a realm of grey and white. It was almost painful to look at, let alone experience.
Pain was not a foreign thing to him. Pain was his entire life--every second of it. The moment he woke up in the cold room had been a blinding mess of pain and foreign voices ranting about ‘success’ and ‘the future’ and 'Robotnik'. That was nothing compared to the hunger pains when those strange fleshless bipeds neglected to feed him for weeks on end, just to study his behavior towards a live goat. The crackles of their poking sticks hurt the most and often sent him into a fit of foamy snarling with a few well placed stabs here and there. He could fully describe the pain of just living in an empty cage, bones cramped and misshapen from having to position himself in such tiny quarters. Many mornings would consist of him trying to crack stress out of his neck without accidentally killing himself.
He listened to the mechanical whirs and clicks of his mechanisms working, helping his scaly body to thrash and twitch occasionally. His fingers drummed against a concrete pillar, and cold droplets splashed against his dark res fur. He'd waited hours for a prey choice, and he would wait longer.
His violet tongue flicked out once.
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Post by Mini on Dec 13, 2018 22:41:24 GMT -6
Through the foggy, swirling mists that had begun rising up from the pavement, metal, and steel that coated nearly every last inch of the ruined metropolis scurried a small, haggard looking shape. Seeing any movement in the remnants of what once had been a beautiful, sprawling city at the height of development was such a rare sight that if anyone had been looking on, surely they would have thought that their eyes were just playing tricks on them, or perhaps they had caught a glimpse of a ghost of a long-dead past.
It was no ghost, though! The small figure darted from shadow to shadow, weaving around large, fallen hunks of cement and enormous piles of junk metal and garbage with relative ease. Not once did it pause for more than several seconds, despite the torrential downpours. Who or whatever it was appeared to be in quite a hurry.
Lightning flashed, lighting up every last square inch of the city. The thunder that quickly followed not but two seconds later was loud enough to cause the creature darting from here to there to let out quite a startled, high-pitched little squeak of terror. It quickly dove for cover beneath two giant slabs of twisted metal and concrete that had once been a large building, but were now leaning against each other to mark the remains of an entryway. The rest of the building was a pile of rocks and rubble.
The tiny figurine sat huddled in the darkness, waiting to see if the coast was clear. Surviving everything else only to get electrocuted was not in the plan. A small river of water ran off the center of a brown, battered hood that had clearly seen better days. The hood was lifted by a soft, damp, light-gray paw. Two overly-sized fluffy gray rabbit's ears shot up from beneath the hood just as a damp mass of long, silky straight white hair spilled down over her face, which had tiny splotches of white fur around her cheeks and eyes. Her pink nose twitched in an irritable fashion as she quickly brushed her hair and bangs back out of her face. She looked incredibly young to be all alone, especially in a cursed place like this.
Amber colored eyes gazed out into the darkness as her nose continued to twitch. This rain didn't look like it was going to let up any time soon, and this storm was turning dangerous. It was also dangerous to stay out in the open like this. All sorts of things were rumored to be lurking in the city! Big, giant, scary robots that could carry a person off, never to be seen again. Big, creepy, scaly monsters that lurked in the sewers, waiting to gobble up anyone that crossed their path. Then, of course, there was HIM: Robotnik. Hadn't he been rumored to have a base out this way? Hadn't that been part of what had brought her here in the first place?
Her ears flickered and twitched to the left as something crashed down to the ground off in the distance, and her head snapped in that direction as her entire body froze. Nothing came running at her out of the darkness just yet, but that sound was too close for comfort. Whining softly, she gulped and slipped her hood back on over her ears once more. It was just too dangerous to sit there in the open like that. She HAD to find some sort of shelter, at least until the worst of the storm passed. She stood up, adjusting her beat up green messenger bag against her side, then set back out into the rain and the darkness.
Up ahead of her loomed an old, abandoned looking warehouse of some sort. It was a miracle the building was still standing. Most of the windows were boarded up or busted out. The front door appeared to be locked at least four times with different sets of chains and locks. There was, however, a rusty looking ladder leaning against the side of the building, and it connected to a precarious looking walkway about two stories up. Had it been some kind of fire escape? So long as it would hold her weight, did it matter?
She hesitantly approached the ladder, glancing this way and that. It made her nervous to be climbing up - anyone could see her if they were paying attention. Gulping, she decided she would just have to be speedy about it. Holding her breath, she scurried quickly up the ladder and clambered up onto the creaky walkway. A soft whine slipped out of her as she skipped across it, avoiding two large sections where there just wasn't a floor anymore. The window it led to was boarded up at the top, but it looked as though the bottom board had long since rotted away. Hoping nothing dangerous was inside, she ducked her head and crept into the darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2018 16:26:55 GMT -6
The minutes passed into hours that stretched on the rainy night, and the storm only grew with the span of time. His elongated spine purred restlessly, unhappy with the clear lack of prey in the area and the lack of opportunity that he had to entertain himself. When three hours had passed him by in the cold, damp building he settled for rearing up on his cybernetically powered muscle and gently gave the room a sweep of his eyes and nose. Nothing was different from the other rooms in this decrepit building; just large spaces with plenty of unique hiding spots in the form of magnet curtain rods, half smashed crates full decaying books and the occasional couch that sported rotted fabric and families of rats. Other than the lowly vermin, it was as if he’d been alone here for some time.
He slithered his way into the hall with a bored measured pace, pouring a helping of sleek black coils here and there as a result. After a few meters of wandering around the more familiar sections of the abandoned building like a lost dog, he decided that carrying on after suffering such fatal boredom would be a bad idea for his psyche. It was night, and he would need to rest to clear his volatile head for a stainless morning, where prey would be much more plentiful. He crept his way up, up, up into the higher crevices of the building and roamed past sloping hallways of broken glass and crackled concrete. There, he found his temporary den waiting for him with a door outstretched to welcome him. His tongue flicked out as he entered the familiar, homely cave of wood and metal bars before he moved past the hedgehog skull inside. Just as he was curling up for a much-deserved siesta, it occurred to him that he had the faintest of scents on his tongue from when he lasted flicked his tongue out. His brain silently analyzed it; compared it with the other scents he'd recognized in days when he wasn't a teenager.
Rabbit?
Rabbit.
Young Rabbit.
Cull flicked his tongue out, salivating at the fresh scent he felt getting. This was perfect--a female, young rabbit ripe for the taking and completely out of her element. He slithered his way into the vent ducts of the old building, silently pressed himself down different corridors that led to the room she'd entered and finally found her by starting in between the grates. He waited and watched to see what she would do so that he could see what he would do.
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Post by Mini on Feb 2, 2019 21:08:28 GMT -6
A loud crack of thunder caused the young rabbit to let out a high-pitched squeak of alarm, also causing her to jump several inches up into the air. Her fur bristled up from the tips of her ears clear down to her toes. For a few scant moments, she looked like a very large puffball with scrawny little legs. A gasp slipped out of her as she realized that her startled squeak had echoed quite loudly through the empty warehouse. If anyone -- or anything! -- was there with her, surely they could have heard that!
"Oh mah stars," she muttered under her breath as she nervously tugged both of her long ears down against the side of her head. It was too dark to see much of anything, and the whole situation had her on edge. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching her, but that was silly... right? She couldn't see anything else around, and reports said that this section of the city was supposed to have been abandoned long, long ago. Still, though, something about being inside of the warehouse left her feeling not quite right. "Oooooh, this is a bad, bad, very bad idea," she continued to mumble to herself as she tiptoed forward.
Rain was blowing in through the openings in the window, making her initial plan to just wait out the storm close to an escape difficult. She could venture further into the warehouse, she supposed. The window she had crawled through led to a very creaky looking balcony, with an equally looking rickety walkway that branched off to the left and right. Part of the safety railing looked like it had melted clean off the balcony, and she detected a very large, gaping hole in the metal grating that served as flooring. It looked to be a very long way down if anyone happened to slip and fall down that very big, very black looking hole. The balcony looked like it was just waiting for a mild gust of wind to break it clean off the hinges, so she struck that off her list of possibilities.
Her whiskers and nose twitched as she glanced up the left side of the walkway. Where did it go? Somewhere safe? Frowning, she turned around and looked to the right. It looked exactly the same: dark, creepy, and terrifying.
"Eenie, meenie, tiny crow, wonder which way I should go?" she murmured softly, bouncing up and down on her toes a bit as she contemplated which way to go. "I guess... right? And if it looks bad, I'll just turn around and come back. I don't need to go far. I only need to find someplace dry, quiet, and safe. This is a warehouse, right? So surely there must be some kind of offices or rooms with doors around. If I can find one of those and lock myself inside, then maybe I can catch some sleep. Yeah! Then, when I wake up, it will be light, and then I leave this awful, awful place and go home."
Feeling confident in her choice, she shook the last bit of rain off of her cloak, then started slowly moving down the walkway and into the deep, damp darkness that hung over the entire warehouse.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2019 23:09:49 GMT -6
The rain reminded him of someone else's memories. Like viewing a film about another's life--he could see someone in a dusky old raincoat pouncing into little puddles alongside a smaller body. The smaller body giggled, and that's where the 'memory' seemed to end. Cull would have pondered about it more, as he usually did when these strange little daydreams popped up in his mind but tonight was much different for him. The dark red predator was on the prowl and nearing orey that would soon be powerless to stop him from taking her.
It didn't take long for him to finally get to her, though it was a fun task given his many lengths of coils and his attempts to keep the metal from groaning under his weight. Cull's tongue flicked once when he finally peered down at her from above in an air duct, and he took in her edible looking form with a greedy stare. Her grey fur looked untouched by the cold weather, and her little body was just bristling with so much enegery--so much caution. He could practically hear her heartbeat from this height. He drooled a little at the thought of soon being able to feel her heat against his coils, or for his coils to squeeze her right enough to make her pop. He managed to pay attention as she spoke in her somewhat nervous manner, to herself it seemed, and explained that she would more than likely lock herself up in a room to sleep. He shivered at the mention of sleep, for reasons only he would know for now...
Cull silently changed direction in the air ducts, and began to crawl his way after her into the darker spaces of the warehouse. If she was to lock herself in to sleep, he would make sure she got the best sleep of her entire life.
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Post by Mini on Feb 6, 2019 20:36:55 GMT -6
The warehouse was just as dark, damp, and dreary on the inside as it had appeared to be from the outside. It smelled old and dusty, yet there were still hints of awful-smelling machinery and manufacturing left behind in the air, too. The young rabbit's sensitive nose twitched and scrunched itself up in disgust as she caught whiffs of oil, gasoline, diesel fuel, rust, and decay. As occasional flashes of lightning lit up the outside and flashed through the windows, she caught horrifying looking shadows from the floors above and below her. This warehouse did not give off a happy vibe at all.
"Wonder what happened in this awful place?" she murmured to herself, slowly creeping along down the rickety metal grating. Her large feet padded along as she focused on putting one foot in front of the other. The metal was cold and clammy against the soft pads of her feet, causing her to shiver on occasion as she continued adventuring forward.
Clank!
She froze instantly as the sound echoed from somewhere above her. What was that?! Was something else there? A robot?! A motion sensing camera that had caught her every move?! Had she set off an alarm of some sort?!
Tense seconds ticked past, but nothing gobbled her up or grabbed her from behind. After nearly a full minute of not moving a single muscle, she slowly relaxed enough to slip back against the wall. Whimpering softly to herself, she clutched her messenger bag close against her chest. She HAD to keep this safe and get it back home, no matter what. Maybe she wouldn't sleep. She doubted sleep would even come to her, as tense and nervous as she would. All she had to do was wait out this storm. As soon as it quit raining, she could leave this awful warehouse and scurry out of the city as fast as her little legs could carry her!
"I have to find someplace safe to hide. Somewhere not so out in the open," she whispered. "I don't like this walkway. I just feel too exposed up here. Oh, a ladder!" she exclaimed softly, her whiskers perking up as she hopped over to it. It looked solid enough to support her light frame. Testing it a few times, she started scurrying down towards the ground floor. Once on solid ground, she almost instantly felt better. The only problem was that it was almost pitch black down here away from all of the windows. Frowning, she crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently as she tried to figure out what to do next.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2019 0:57:30 GMT -6
The air ducts almost teased him, in a way--tightly constructed so that slithering in wide arcs without making noise was an impossibility. Cull repressed the urge to sigh at the predicament that made him slow to catch up with the movements of his rabbit quarry down below and instead made up for his lack of speed with a heightened sense of stealth. His belly scales scraped soundlessly across the cold metal coverings in the process of his sneaky movements. Despite the very many elements in his surroundings that worked to sloe him down, he still managed to keep up a decent speed with the young rabbit. Her scent reminded him of another life-- one where someone was enjoying the company of a stunning love interest. If he had anything to comment, he'd say this person had good taste, by what he could glimpse of her.
Cull peered through a grated door down upon her as she sped down the ladder and ended up in the patch black abyss below. His nocturnal eyes leered at her during her moment of thinking, perhaps deciding just what should be done next. He lowered down silently from the vents and lifted the ladder up out of reach with his tail, to make an escape from him in the dark that much more difficult. She was skittish, clearly nervous, and he would use these things to his advantage to guarantee a fun capture. Cull slithered down like a ninja, and soon pure himself onto the same floor as her, hidden in the darkness of the shadoey building, slowly starting to circle this delicious rabbit thing.
"Where shall you go now...?" He asked, his voice baritone and booming.
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