- Invitation Status
- Genres
- Scifi, some fantasy, Mature. Anything that gets my gears going. Not opposed to Yaoi or Yuri.
At the shout of "CONTACT!" everything became hectic in a hurry. Over sixteen decaying hounds bounded out seemingly from nowhere. Carl reached in and pulled out his revolver, but only one bullet in the six chambers would be any use. Oliver's stern voice helped him keep his head as he half ran, half was pushed, back to the car. Carl studied them as he did so. Some of them were gaunt, clearly decomposing, their muscle fibers exposed in areas and their fur matted with their own and others' blood. The eyes, those that were in their sockets, glared red at them all, and as the troops took position to defend, they snarled and barked viciously just like their live counterparts. It was very unnerving to watch.
But he couldn't help being curious how their bodies functioned. Ever since his accidental zombie escapade - what had brought him into D.A.P.P.E.R. in the first place - he had wondered what could make a body whose heart no longer beat, whose lungs no longer breathed, and whose muscles were denied of oxygen, move about so freely. His Fae Glasses answered part of that puzzle as each Crypt Hound had an uneven aura around it. The aura seemed concentrated around the most exposed wounds, with tendrils flowing inside. Carl suspected it actually worked the other way, and that the aura was evidence of whatever energy was inside the Hound, keeping it alive, escaping. He would love to study this energy more closely.
However, back at the situation at hand, Carl had to keep away from them. One of the hounds came bounding for him as he neared the Toad and, thinking fast, he pulled out his salt container and poured some on and in front of the monster. The Hound whined like a typical dog and backed away, but quickly resumed barking. Not a way to kill the mutt, just to hold it back until he got to safety.
He needed no encouragement from Oliver to get in the Toad after that, quickly shutting the door behind him as he watched through his Fae Glasses in its secure presence.
But he couldn't help being curious how their bodies functioned. Ever since his accidental zombie escapade - what had brought him into D.A.P.P.E.R. in the first place - he had wondered what could make a body whose heart no longer beat, whose lungs no longer breathed, and whose muscles were denied of oxygen, move about so freely. His Fae Glasses answered part of that puzzle as each Crypt Hound had an uneven aura around it. The aura seemed concentrated around the most exposed wounds, with tendrils flowing inside. Carl suspected it actually worked the other way, and that the aura was evidence of whatever energy was inside the Hound, keeping it alive, escaping. He would love to study this energy more closely.
However, back at the situation at hand, Carl had to keep away from them. One of the hounds came bounding for him as he neared the Toad and, thinking fast, he pulled out his salt container and poured some on and in front of the monster. The Hound whined like a typical dog and backed away, but quickly resumed barking. Not a way to kill the mutt, just to hold it back until he got to safety.
He needed no encouragement from Oliver to get in the Toad after that, quickly shutting the door behind him as he watched through his Fae Glasses in its secure presence.