《The man who wasnt human to begin with....》Revamp #3
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For the record, I will be doing both... AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHA SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR PATHETIC PLANET KAKAROT!!!
Well then, now that my power trip is out of the way, take this chapter... Btw, those ppl who clicked option number 5, you know you you are tsundere readers, btw I hate you too :D
I guess I have to put this here... This has a "slightly" graphic death... ok more then slightly, but still?
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An unconscious body was lying in the dense forests, surrounded by trees and snow.
Within the dense forest, not far from the body, a hulking beast was lurking. It was massive, roughly one and a half meters tall, and four meters long. It appeared to be some type of cat, with massive fangs protruding from its narrow mouth, and a long narrow tail behind its sleek yet powerful body. It had pitch black fur and yellow slits for eyes. If one were to see it, they might call it an oversized panther.
Despite its size, it moved silently, searching for its next meal. It sighted this body, laying unconscious, and stalked closer.
One step at a time, leaving hardly any impressions in the snow as it padded closer to its prey.
As it was about to pounce, movement caught its eye. It twitched its head to the side, trying to ascertain what had been able to sneak up on it.
Seeing nothing but the trees, and hearing nothing but the rustling of branches, the predetor looked back to its prey, which still layed unconscious on the ground.
It started approaching again, cautious as to what was lurking around, wondering, as an animal does in an instinctual way, if what was waiting was prey or predator. Perhaps it would steal the prey, perhaps it would make the lunch all the more satisfying.
As such "thoughts", which were simply random streams of subconscious thought, ran through its head it came within range to pounce upon the body.
It lowered itself to the forest floor, lowering its imense profile into something much more manageable and less noticable.
It flexed its claws, digging small holes in the ground from their sharpness.
But as it was readying for the jump, something broke its concentration, more movement. This time, from the other side.
With catlike reflexes (Althought I guess it would just be cat reflexes because it is a cat?)it turned its head, once again, finding nothing but trees and open air.
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This time, something actually was there, and it knew it, it had heard the movement, seen the movement, and yet, nothing was there.
Confident that its sleeping prey was no match for it, it let out a low warning growl to whatever was lurking. This time, almost instantly, a sound greeted it, the sound of a breaking branch.
It's world turned upside down as something sent it flying a massive distance. It was able to recover its balance, landing on its paws, yet it still found no attacker. Bewildered, it backed up against a tree, glancing in every direction, ears perked, and legs prepped. If something larger then it appeared, it was ready to run at only a moments notice.
Its prey shot up, obviously awake now, although that didn't matter to it. Instead, it was fighting something much more dangerous
After a second or two of it being on high alert, the sound happened again, although this time, the panther was ready for it, jumping away from where it was with insane speed. In the blink of an eye it was sailing through the air. Or at least thats how it should have been...
Just after takeoff, a strong force and a sharp pain had pulled it back to earth, causing a large thud to sound out as it hit the forest floor.
It glanced back to see what mysterious force was impeeding it, only to see a gnarly wooden hand grasping its tail. The arm's origin was the tree which it had backed up too. It had absolutely no idea, whatever an idea was in an animalistic brain, why a tree was attacking it, much less why a tree was moving.
Its vision changed again, as it was pulled by this massive arm sprouting from a tree. It was swung around, much like a bola, or a sling. As the panther let out a yelp at the sudden centripital force, a second hand grasped its back end, and the tree clenched downwards. A sound that would make a person cringe rang out, as the back legs of this panther were shattered under the raw might of the tree.
After hearing the sound, and feeling the back end cave in, the treant grabbed the tail again, and proceeded to send the panther straight into the ground. A moment later, it hit, caving in the hard forest floor, leaving a three meter wide depression a half meter deep, and within it was the panther struggling to get up. The Treant grasped the battered and defeated panther once more, a gnarled oversized hand on either half. It then proceeded to pull, ripping the panther in half, bathing the wood of the treant blood red.
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The wood seemed to absorb the blood, as it dried abnormally quickly, and gave off a faint glow afterwards.
The treant now approached the awake human. It lowered its head, something that was rather difficult to distinguish from the rest of the trunk, so that its eyes, which were no than sap pits, might have a better look at the human. It horizontally broke apart a piece of trunk under its eye slits, and spoke in a voice which was like the wind through the leaves, and yet as deep as the moaning of a falling tree.
Treant : "Whhhhhaaat briiiings a hhhhuuuuuummmaaann to the blood oak foooohhrest?"
The human just stared at the talking tree with a face like someone who just realized they were probably going insane.
Man : "Well, this is a first... Am I tripping? The light forced my mind unconscious and here I am in a dream world maybe? Do I really have such fantasies? To be saved from an oversized cat by a talking tree? Perhaps my sleep cycle was interupted and thats why I am conscious? So many possiblities..."
The treant, at noticing he was being ignored, slammed his fist down next to the human.
Treant : "Exxxxplain yourself hhhhuummannnn... YYYYou dare to rrrrramble on when in the presence of the feared blllloooooddd ooaaakkkkk qqquueeeeeennn?"
Man : "You? A queen? Damnit... Now this is really pushing it... I thought I was more into people like Veronica, and... well I guess only Veronica?"
Treant : "SSSSUUCCCHHHH IINNNNNSSSOOOOLLLLLEEEEENNNNCEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!"
The treant lifted its hand, preparing to smash down.
Treant : "AAANNNSSSWWEEERRR MY QQUUUESSSTION HUUUMMMAAANNNN!!! ORRR DDDIIIIEEE!!"
Man : "What am I doing here? Well truth be told, even I dont know... And although killing me might allow me out of this, I am not sure I want to leave my fantasy dream yet without knowing full well just what my deep hidden fantasies are, whether its getting eaten by a cat, or saved by a talking tree, or something else I shouldnt leave yet. This could actually be helpful in a strange sense of the word. Anyway, I cant allow you to kill me. And since this is my dream world, I reign supreme here, as such, begone.
With that he motioned with his hand, and suddenly a massive gust of wind forced the treant backwards, creating a loud rumble.
Man : "Hmm, I wanted it to disappear but instead it was knocked backwards... So I guess I dont have total control here? What if I were to ----"
??? : "That is quite enough human...no, I guess I should call you a Stratovian right?"
A voice interupted his musings, a harmonic melodic voice, as soothing as wind through a tree's branches, or as bright and happy as a birds chirping. It rang out from behind him, causing him to turn, yet find nothing.
Voice : "Silly Stratovian, you must be new here, I am not confined to a place, I..."
The voice spread out, rustling the branches of every tree, flowing with the winds, it was ever changing, dynamic, fliud, all encompasing...
Suddenly, the spread out voice condensed, forming a solid voice, directly behind him, this voice was of a female.
Female voice : "Can choose to be wherever I wish within my domain."
This time, when he turned he saw a young woman, clothed in flowing green robes, which appeared as if they were made of the wind itself. Her hair was blood red, as was her skin. She was much like a human, yet she was so... divine... in appearence, that one would never classify her as a human.
Man : "Interesting..."
The Woman, who had been studying him the entire time, spoke as well.
Woman : "Interesting indeed..."
Man : "I take it, I can do... this?"
He motioned with his hand, bringing the body of the woman floating closer to him, until she was just about cradled in his arms, at that point the wind vanished, and he caught her.
Woman : "Oh I guess you can, but I can also do..."
At that moment, her body disintegrated, turning into the winds themselves, only to materialize a few feet away.
Woman : "This..."
Man : "But that isn't fair, its MY dream, I should be able to do what I want..."
Woman : "Your.. dream?"
Man : "But of course, as there is no other logical explanation for all of this.... One moment I'm in my classroom being lectured by my teacher, the next, I'm here."
Woman : "Oh, really now? Might I ask, what is your name?"
Man : "Me?Call me Master, Bitch! My name is Cornelius, it is a pleasure to meet you mysterious tree/ wind lady..."
Woman : "Call me Talma..."
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DUH DUH DUDU!!!!
Jk? Well anyway, the
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