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Post by {!} Adler on May 22, 2010 15:43:40 GMT -5
The tiger shark felt nothing now. All he remembered was the humans urging him to swim into this other tank, of which had so much less room. Why had this happened? Was he now going to be tortured like the voices said he would be? Maybe we should bite one of their arms off... this doesn't look good... the fake voices cried out, as Adler swam in circles in the small "tub". What would happen now? What would he do? What would happen to him!? "The voices are becoming annoying." A resounding, angry-toned voice growled out, "Yes, they are getting on my nerves..." another voice replied, but with none of the hatred Hatred had had before. Icy was, instead, Icy. Adler shook his head from side to side slowly, paused for the slightest of moments, and continued swimming in circles. What will we do?! They are going to kill us! The voices wailed, and Adler thrashed for a few moments, before stilling. The humans could go to the very pits of the sea, and still be as idiotic as they were now. Thoughts swarmed in his mind, but he pushed them to the side, and instead, examined the flesh bag standing next to him. A guard. It wasn't as if he would want to get out anyway, for he needed water to survive, and they needed the accursed oxygen.
"We know. And we'll deal with these humans when the time comes to do as much. For now, we will stay quiet..." Adler hissed out. Oh what will we do!? The humans will kill us, and use our skin as their newest playtoy! Yes, they will eat our insides, and throw away the rest! Our eyes will be on their necklaces! The voices continued to wail. "No. Quiet. We will deal with that when the time comes! Right now, we need to plan,
[/b] Icy murmured out, flickering his eyes back and forth from all the humans, and emotionlessly turning to swim in circles once more. We all understand... but the mere fact of seeing humans gets us worried! The voices proclaimed their anouncement loudly, and settling back into the stillness they had before, while Adler turned his head to one side sluggishly; glancing toward all the flesh bags. They would be ripped and torn to bits, and they seemed to know as such, for they kept the chain linked metal things on at all times, and never aproached him except to glance curiously at him, like we was some sort of specimen. Some type of expierment. But to him, they seemed like the anomaly. The different being. Humans poked and prodded him when he was injured, and they thought he would trust them, now that they had supposedly healed him? Never. He would never trust flesh beings ever since the accident- Which was their fault! All their fault! The voices interupted him, but Adler did not mind. He had long ago forgone his privacy- long before even the personalities were here. The voices were here first, and they plauged him since he was a young shark. When two more came, he simply ignored them. When they demanded attention, and could actually force him to do things, he then started paying attention to their wishes, and wants. It helped him install peace with both- or as much as ever could be said for. " They are never going to let us out!" Hatred proceeded, snarling his answer, and glaring hatred-filled eyes to the humans, who backed up a few steps, " They will never give mercy on us! Never! Remember what happened last time we didn't fight back enough!" " Yes, and we nearly got ourselves killed..." Icy responded with a monotone sound to his voice- going back to swimming in cirles. Nearly? We did, we say! Oh, we should have never been in that place at that time! The voices wailed out, Icy and Hatred each taking their time in responding, while Adler waited in the background. Things were taking place he didn't understand, and neither did any of the voices or personalities. Things he couldn't, but he would soon. And then he would slowly rip apart each human he came in contact with... Garbled voices sounded off, and he felt the cage around him move to the edge of the ship. Then, abruptly, he felt himself being toppled into the water below, and in that time, he could sense no breathing in his gills. The voices were right; he was going to- he then smashed into the water below, and whipped his head from side to side. Water! Everywhere! Hooray! We get to be free! Free at last! Sweet freedom! The voices rejoiced, but Adler, Icy, and Hatred were sullen like they normally were. This was different, but not exactly good. Different wasn't always good, and every time he got the different changes, it had always been bad. First the humans came into the reef, and they killed many- left him with the scar (along with multiple smaller ones) across his left fin. Fish that claimed that humans were good, were either deluded, or utter liars. Now this... it would take weeks to recognize his body with this change of habitat. " This is getting too frustrating. Why don't the flesh bags just keep me someplace, and stop changing the surroundings." Adler's gutteral, German accent sounded through, and the voices cringed at the bloodthirsty want in the tone. Adler wanted blood- but not just any. He wanted the humans. He wanted to tear them apart piece by piece until there was nothing left. Nothing to frustrate him. And it would entertain him until he could finally gain pleasure in killing prey once more. " Paitence, Adler. We will strike humans when they come here- right now, we need something to do in the meantime. Something to keep your mind of this...[/b]" Icy paused, searching his mind for the right word. Disater? Hopelessness? Misery? The voices supplied, but Icy shook his head. " No. No... just this," Icy responded softly, and in an emotionless tone of voice. Icy didn't care one bit about anyone, except Adler, Hatred, and the voices. He was the one that gave orders, and even the voices quieted whenever he spoke. For he spoke quietly, and with a monotone-type voice. You needed to listen hard in order to hear anything at all. Hatred was the one to be reckless, and get them into things. He spoke loudly, and with more of the German accent then any of them. He was the most violent of the three. Adler was simply a hollow shell of himself- willing to do anything that Icy said, but gave his own opinion when he needed to give one. Such was the mind of Adler. The Voices were a chorus of non-personality; voices. They were either extremely over-joyed, or extremely down and depressed. At times, they could even be angered, but that had happened only three times in Adler's three years. He sighed... nothing he felt felt real anymore, but then again... nothing ever did. [1169 words] [Good enough muse.] [Caliph, you had better post. >.>] [/blockquote][/size][/color][/center]
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Post by »Caliph on May 23, 2010 11:41:07 GMT -5
A low, sordid growl emitted past dark lips, shadowing the resonance of massive weight being pressed against the steel bars of a holding area. Each time the colossal tail came in contact with the side of the cage, the reverberation resembled a prolonged crack of thunder, ominous and foreboding. Real menace was unwisely confined, in the form of a forty-foot shark. His stride in the uncomfortable pen was smooth and deliberate, clearly putting his confidence on display. Nobody could harm him…nobody could touch him. And if they did, he’d rip their head off. A frightening darkness surrounded the beast, spreading for miles. You could feel the danger, the brooding bloodlust as he continued his voyage across the grounds. A wolf on the prowl was something you could put together with his predator-like gait, portentous and self-assured at the same time. A pair of deep coal tinted eyes gazed from the deep sockets of the brute’s cranium, hazed over completely; but so easy to read. ”Blood. Death. MURDER!” were what they said. His desires were so simple to see. He was nothing but a vessel now with bestial whims; impulses with a body. The most dangerous kind of being to ever exist on the planet.
”NO!” The single word of protest rung in his head, instantly clearing up the morbid thoughts and hiding them in the deep crevices of his brain; as if they’d never been there. The clouded eyes cleared of their abstracted miasma, revealing pupils of the same tincture; yet their message was now hidden. Guarded and veiled from the rest of the world. Emotions could never been shown, in his opinion. It was a sign of weakness; a sign of fading masculinity. His posture remained untouched, but the previous sure-footedness faltered as his mood changed suddenly, but he corrected his stride in a matter of moments. Thinking back, the dark side of him used to be sickening to think about whenever he managed to recover from it. But usually it wasn’t hard to overcome the sadistic urges, though the lapses from reality seemed to get more and more frequent as time went on. Surely, he could’ve learned to control them, couldn’t he? It was just some odd sickness that had overwhelmed him a few weeks ago. It would die soon – fade away as time went on…
Wrong. They had only grown stronger as he fought relentlessly to weaken them. His thoughts never managed to stay on the same frequencies for more than minutes or hours at a time; he could feel his sanity and control slipping through his grasp. Back then, he hadn’t been able to accept this dark force that was gaining power over his being. He would attempt to lock himself away from everybody as he could feel his lusts grow and his desires to wreak havoc and bloodshed became unbearable. It didn’t take long for the wave of evil to overpower him; to take complete control over every ounce of his body and brain. He was completely shadowed in the sins of the world; dictated by these alien thoughts as if they’d been part of him his whole life. It tossed him into the turmoils of life; dampening every hope and dream he’d ever had. But now. Now he embraced the changes, reveled in the sadistic ways of his nature. Blood shed was the reason of his existence; pain was the ultimate ecstasy. Murder was life. Sorrow was joy. Lies were the only truth. Insanity was an awesome high. Instability was a gift.
A sole sound receptor embedded within the skin of his skull pivoted back and forth in its internal hollow, picking up the muted sounds of human feet clanging against the steel floor of the ship. A slow snarl pressed past immaculate jaws as his dark retinas snapped forth. His body tensed as he prepared to spring at whoever dared to ruin his thought process; muscles convulsing under sand-paper flesh. As the human came into view, the White Shark lunged, small growls rolling past clenched fangs as he did so, changing to an amused –though extremely psychotic sounding- chuckle as the flesh bag jumped back with fear in his eyes. "I want to kill you, you stupid fucking two-legger!" He snarled, a thick Russian accent tainting his lyrics. Although not understanding his speech –or at least, Caliph did not think the idiotic creature could-, the human shook his head and walked toward a lever by the great fish’s holding tank. Apathetic once more, the beast continued his un-disturbed rendition around the ovular shape of his containment.
Suddenly, something was wrong. The tank jerked, leaving unwanted and unplaced ripples to disturb the smooth flow of the water. The male’s head jerked from side to side, an enraged roar to exit parted jaws of steel as the current became more and more disturbed. His gigantic body turned with the cage being flipped upside down, rendering him motionless and stealing his ability to breathe. He wanted to thrash, to tear flesh from bone, to kill. How dare they place him in such a vulnerable state! For a brief moment he was free of all liquid, falling through horrid air, unable to receive any kind of oxygen. And then, he was in water again; a wide expanse of sea that somewhat comforted him. This was new. He couldn’t see bars or walls or any humans nearby. Aside from the ship, he was seemingly free. Free…
A wry grin plastered onto his handsome face, the dim lighting of sun’s rays filtering through the waters of the abyss highlighting the scar that marred his left eye, muzzle, and right corner of his lips, as well as the larger scar running down the side of his body and ending at his tail. Souvenirs; courtesy of the flesh bags. While part of him wanted to turn and attack, a rare thought of intelligence told him that it wouldn’t be a good idea. He was, instead, much more concerned about the unfamiliar current that swelled about him; irritated that it was uneven and not at all constant. His mighty tail propelled him forth, senses swimming wildly with the new smells, tastes, and sounds of his new environment. It was enough to drive him absolutely insane; and if he was indeed approached the wrong way in this moment of instability, the animal that dared disturb his thoughts would be in for some deep shit.
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Post by {!} Adler on May 23, 2010 17:37:28 GMT -5
Oh, what will we do now?
"We should go back and stalk the humans! Rip them apart for what they did to us!"
"Patience, Hatred. We will get our chance to hold them in our mighty jaws. Right now, we need to plan, and get to know our new surroundings," Icy responded calmly, swivelling his eyes and head around to see exactly what they were in. A powerful tail pushed him forward, and black eyes flickered to and fro. This was very new, and cage to hold him inside while he was being gawked at was nowhere to be seen. Warm waters held his body with a sense of relief- instead of the controlled envirement before. Icy swam higher to the top of the waters- making his top fin poke out as he soaked in the sunlight. For once, everything was silent. Peace reined around him. He would make sure that none of them were hurt, and then go off to see exactly what he could do to see where they were. Simplicity was at stake here- anything could make this job difficult.
"Something must be done to see that the humans get what they deserve- I agree with Hatred! We must strike out now, before they come back with the spears!" Adler snarled out, jerking his head to where the ship had been. We're all going to die! Hopelessly, and endlessly! Nothingness all around us! They'll bring pointy things, and shoot at usss!" The Voices wailed, echoing in his head. Something simply wasn't right here. "Shh! Something isn't right here. Someone is here..." Adler calmed enough to look around, before hearing a massive splash- the water ripples splashing into him. What was this? It had to be very big in order to do such a splash. Maybe it's the sea monster!!! The Voices cried out, but instead of Adler reacting as they wanted him to, he shook his head oh-so-slightly, hearing many things. One was a massive movement in the water; that was not heard, it was felt. Something was in the water as well, and it wasn't friendly.
Instantly, Icy took over, and flickered his black, emotionless eyes to the splash- taking in the surroundings to see where he could hide to gain the upper hand, should it come to it. "Shhh... it is not a sea monster. It is, instead, a Great White," Icy responded calmly, while The Voices froze with fright- jabbering among themselves hurriedly. What will we do??? It will kill us! We will die a gory death! Maybe being chomped in half! No! He'll never take us alive! The Voices proclaimed, an angry tone to their voice. 'They are right... we would rather die quickly, then ashamed. Maybe we can take him with- ' Icy got cut off by Alder, forcing himself to center stage.
"We may not even have to die. We may not even have to fight. We'll see where this Great White wants, and if it comes to as much, then we'll see what we can do." Adler Achmed swam forward with a emotionless look to his face, until he could finally make out the massive shape of the 'White. What he noticed first was a very long scar- running from his right side, all the way to the very tip of his tail. Next was a long scar going across his left eye... how did he see out of that? Adler brushed the thought away, and instead concentrated on seeing exactly what the creature wanted. Kill him! RIP HIM TO SHREDS. MAKE HIM SUFFER! The Voices angerly porclaimed, but Adler did not do as such. He instead swam to a polite, but far enough distance so the shark wouldn't charge him, and waited. 'I wonder what exactly he wants with us,
[/color]' Adler thought, The Voices staying silent for once, and all was still. For a few moments, Adler felt slightly normal- only slightly, however. The empty feeling was replaced by a longing- no, a wanting for the torture and screaming that prey produced. Only, this would be a very hard (nigh impossible) job to beat this 'White. Only time would tell. Maybe he could use the brawn against him, and aim for the eyes and gills... The water was cleanly parted by his powerful tail, and Adler's eyes flickered from atop his head. Jaws slightly parted, The Voices panicking, and Hatred roaring bloody murder (quite literally). Icy was the only one silent, and he zoomed eyes over the 'White. Taking in weakness's and strengths at each glance of the eyes. One obvious weakness would be size- speed would be an issue for the beast. Another would be agility, and movement. But this shark had massive strength, and Adler knew that if he got caught up in this shark's jaws, he was more then likely not going to ever make it out. Ohhh nooo! We'll diieeee! The Voices wailed, thrashing in his head. The mere thought of dying got them in a frenzy, and Adler was caught in the middle of it. Icy pondered several things, before taking on an emotionless, toneless, uncaring look, and greeted the 'White in a quiet, monotone voice. " Hello there. I see you came from the flesh bags... did they torture you before hand?" Icy asked, but instead of the questioning tone, it was simply words- empty of meaning, caring, emotions, or want. Jealousy, happiness, sadness, hatred- nothing was in his voice. Nothing that was ever to be considered emotions, and never anything that would be tone. Creepiness and eerie nothingness was heard, and even The Voices shut up in hearing- most likely freaked out. Hatred paused his ranting to see what would happen, and Adler watched at the sidelines. Icy was the leader of the entire group, even if Adler was the core personality. His sanity had dwindled down to near-nothing, and Icy took over frequently. He calmed down The Voices and Hatred by mere creepiness, and subdued many sane sharks and predators. But he predicted that this shark was no sane one. [1000 words] [BLAH.] [Adler's in for a massive surprise! Also, I'm sorry for the short one... >.>] [/blockquote][/size][/color][/center]
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Post by »Caliph on May 26, 2010 19:40:20 GMT -5
The current here was all wrong.
It did not flow smoothly against his sand-paper skin, did not move with his stride. Instead, it pushed against him on all sides, so strong that if it had not been for the immense size and strength of the beast that it would easily knock him off course. The reason for this disturbance in the sea was most likely originating from the wake of the retreating ship, but it didn’t matter. It was seriously messing with his head. Irritation turned to unspeakable rage in mere seconds as the brute tossed his head from side to side and lashed his tail, shooting him forward. Steel jaws snapped upon nothing but warm liquid, eyes rolled back into his skull as he thrashed uncontrollably. ”It’s not right, it’s not right, it’s NOT RIGHT!!!” He roared, sounding quite like a child who had not gotten their way; just replace the child with a forty foot shark capable of snapping you in half with little to no intended pressure from his bite. ”The waves, they aren’t right!” He shouted again, but with less aggression, his thrashing slowly coming to an end. His body now displayed defeat, tears welling in his eyes as he sulked. ”Why aren’t they right?” He whimpered, sobs breaking forth from deep within his diaphragm. Muscles trembled with anguish as he slowly propelled himself forward, still sniveling as the current –even more disturbed from his outburst- continued to swell uncomfortably around him.
It just wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t the world do one nice thing for him? All he was asking for was a little order in the way the water moved here. That was all. Not in every place in every ocean, but just in the small pocket of liquid around his mass. Sure, he was large. But why couldn’t the Earth just put forth a little effort to make him happy? “Ñ÷àñòëèâûé ñ÷àñòëèâûì ñ÷àñòëèâûìè. Ïî÷åìó âû íå ìîæåòå ñäåëàòü ìåíÿ ñ÷àñòëèâûì? Ñ÷àñòëèâûé ñ÷àñòëèâûì âî âñåì ìèðå. Ñäåëàé ìåíÿ ñ÷àñòëèâûì, èëè ÿ êóñàòü ÷åðòîâñêè ãîëîâó" Happy happy happy. Why can’t you make me happy? Happy happy everywhere. Make me happy, or I’ll bite your fucking head off! The brute sang, swaying eerily side to side, his Russian low and guttural; though somehow emotionless. His voice –however menacing it was- turned apathetic and monotonous. His eyes void of any recognizable emotion, he continued to rock to and fro, humming lowly to himself the tune he had just created. He might even appear dead to any that were watching from a reasonable distance; seeming to be only moved by the current itself and not by his own accord. He did not even notice the approaching shark until it spoke in its own droning accent of German.
The sudden, unfamiliar resonance of speech snapped the beast out of his trance. However, it also snapped any hold he had on sanity --- which was pretty much nonexistent in the first place. With a wild snarl, Caliph whipped around towards the source of the sound. He lunged blindly, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his steel jaws sought anything they could grasp; which was preferably hot flesh. He snapped and writhed for what seemed like hours, though the attack only lasted about ten seconds. His erratic behavior came to an abrupt halt, all signs of aggression seeping out of him as he regained control of his actions. In truth, he had no knowledge of his recent assault, turning to the new arrival with a broad grin as if nothing had happened. The Tiger Shark’s words finally sunk in and he laughed; a dark, booming sound that would send chills down almost any spine.
“The stupid flesh bags tore my body apart, if it’s not obvious enough!” He replied, turning his skull to the side to permit sight of his horrific scar. “But, I managed to tear an arm off and snap ‘em in half. So, I suppose not all was lost.” He spoke casually, though hints of insanity infiltrated his throaty snarl. “And what of you? Did the meat sacks stick their harpoons in your flesh as well?” He questioned, his head tossing at the memory of metal tearing into his skin. Threads that held his current state of stability began to break as an eye twitched and his tail waved. He had not yet gotten time to analyze his opponent, seeing as he was fighting to stay level headed…
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Post by {!} Adler on May 31, 2010 16:59:03 GMT -5
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”It’s not right, it’s not right, it’s NOT RIGHT!!!"
Someones getting cranky! Oh yes! I think we had better watch and see what he does next! I'm sure it will be amuuuusing!
"Shut up! We need to think, and we can't have you Voices disturbing us!" Hatred snarled in the baritone voice of his- tinted with German, and hinted with the spice of wanting for blood. Oh but we wont! We need to see Adler kill this one as well, and he wont do it with you standing in the way! The Voices laughed out loud; all of them at once. They didn't care one way or another if they were killed- only the personalities cared, because they seemed to be as near as real people could be in one person. "Yeah, right. That's nice. But we wont! You-" Hatred soon realized he wasn't being paid any attention, and turned it to the Great White. Indeed, he was behaving slightly... childish. Or retarded. Or maybe both. The Tiger shark shrugged (if it could be done); if it was both, he would also have to be a pretty temper-ish one as well... it brought bi-polar to mind even more so. 'Ah, yes... bi-polar. It means he has severe ups and downs, but it is not like this. This might be more towards OCD,' Icy thought to Hatred, his voice a mere whisper, and, if human form could have ever been achieved, he would have been a tall, looking-harmless, one. Russian, but with the knowledge of martial arts that could kill easily. Hatred would be a massive, stocky German- killing first, and asking questions later. Adler himself would be British; calm, but easily able to kill should anyone give the order.
"Now, I wonder what this brute is up to... he seems... odd," Icy trailed off from his low, eerie, and monotone voice- eyes void of any emotion at all. He looked slightly like the Great White did, in a way. But only in a constant state. Yes, you say that to him, but to you?? Ha! You're the weird one! A quick shot of a stare in their directions (inwardly), and The Voices cowered, while Icy thought of ways to see exactly what had happened to this shark to cause this (or had he been born with it?), or at least what did the flesh things do to him while he was in there. Was it any different? The thought ate at his mind like a flea burrowing deeper in the crevices of his brain... it was... annoying, if he was capable of having such an emotion. Oooh, no! The Great Moody White will chomp our head off if we try to ask him questions! Look at him! As if to prove The Voices point, they saw the shark thrashing around- eyes rolled back, and every aggressive sign there. He will kill us if we say something wrong! It's like Russian Roulette! The Voices groaned, shaking their heads from side to side.
”The waves, they aren’t right!"
"Most definitely OCD. Maybe if we steer him away from violent things, then it shall work... we can question him without him knowing he is being questioned. It might work,
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[/color]" Icy nodded inwardly, watching as if the Great White heard his thoughts, for he began to have less aggression in his voice. Ah, yes... he did like the sound of this. It would work, if they behaved like they were swimming in uncharted areas. Keep Hatred back from asking something, and all would be fine. Adler wouldn't say anything, because he knew exactly how to do things. Hatred was the more recent one... therefore, he didn't know how to act. Adler was submissive enough, and got the job done quickly and efficiently enough. A deadly assasin. Hatred was the berseker, and he? He was the planner... able to fight, but normally in the side lines, letting the others do the dirty work for him. For, whenever Icy came out, a deadly game of cat and mouse began. Icy being the cat, and the prey the mouse, no matter how big. He just had this... aura, almost, that made it seem like that. It made them lower their guard to the "supierer" predator. “ The stupid flesh bags tore my body apart, if it’s not obvious enough! But, I managed to tear an arm off and snap ‘em in half. So, I suppose not all was lost.” Icy heard everything else, but simply ignored it- backing up as if he was merely avoiding a rock to the ocean-floor. He saw the deep gash, but focussed on the Great White's eyes again- his own eyes like when the shark played his Russian song. " Yes, they did... and that's good. Hunters came, but I killed two of them... the other left me to die. I got out, but then some others took me to another cage..." the emotionless words combined with the German accent left a very... eerie shark. His tone did not have the same tones as the Great White, and not nearly as much as Hatred had. He simply was devoid of any emotion at all, unless manipulation could be counted as much. “ And what of you? Did the meat sacks stick their harpoons in your flesh as well?" " Indeed, they did," Icy responded, but made no move to show exactly where it was. This brute had obviously been through a lot- Like we have! Eggh! The Voices cringed as one, while everyone started talking in his head at once. Hatred shouted in German about how they all deserved to die, Icy tried to calm the frantic Voices, but Adler merely watched on, while he took control. " I'm glad that you ripped one of them to shreds. They deserve that much," he replied, but as normal as one talking about the weather. Adler was strange, but even stranger with these mental disorders. But they helped a lot, when they were needed. And then they were also slightly hindering when they weren't. But, they proved their worth ten times over, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't possibly get rid of them. There was no way... they would all rip apart without the others to balance them out. [1034 words] [Nope. Because my dad forced me to get off before I was finished. So I had to abruptly stop.] [My dad is now kicking me off earlier and earlier. I really wish he wasn't taking as much time off as he is...] [No translations... yet. xD ] [/size][/color][/blockquote][/td][/tr][tr][td] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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