《Ghoul Rising by(Tailspindark)》Chapter 3: Bloodlust (edited)
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Chapter 3: Bloodlust
Her bosom was amply large and body thick and robust, yet at the same time very athletic with well-defined muscle's that sculpted captivating Line's on her arms and legs.
She had well defined abs that formed a six pack whenever she breath. Her silver skin gave her an exotic eroticism that couldn't be rivalled by even the most skilled body paint artist.
She wore rag that cover just her chest and crotch, but her beauty made it look like some fashion statement on the covers of my old worlds magazines.
And man was she tall, around two and a third meter. Taller than the med-sized monsters that stood behind her.
I was captivated by her and instinctively thought to possess her as my own...
Weird in my old world I never thought so possessively towards a woman, especially one I had met for the first time, yet then again, I wasn't really in a position to date anyone.
She suddenly noticed my gaze upon her body and turned her eyes towards my direction. For a second her eye's glowed a deeper red, then my thought of possessing her increased to obsessive levels before a second later when I calmed down.
I swallowed and looked at her wide eyed, and she smiled sinisterly towards me, enjoying playing with my mind.
I quickly looked away from her and back towards my group of creatures that were still being pulled from that weird red and yellow isolative wall.
I was a little curious of what that insulation was, however my intuition was telling me ignorance would be more blissful….
When all the creatures were removed from the wall. We were lined up besides each other with me being the second to the right.
The medium sized creature that pulled us from the wall walked back towards the elder group and re-joined the crowd. Blending in seamlessly like an assassin.
I looked at my fellow skinny dwarf monster brethren, counting out their number.
From the wall including me, seventeen of us were spawned. I am predicting we were all recently born seeing as how I couldn't be the only one.
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They all individually began to look towards the elder generation. I mimic them and gazed upon the beautiful silver woman as she steps forward. She let her eye's scan across the lot of us lazily, then sighing she said
"follow"
The one word reverberated in my head compelling me to obey. Not just me but the entire crowd moved forward. I don't understand why, but it felt like I was unable to disobey her, like her every order was mine to follow.
The elder monsters made a path for her to pass, and as she elegantly traverses the path, my generation of monsters dazedly followed. Like a mother hen leading her flock.
After us the elder generation slowly followed from smallest to biggest.
While behind her when my eyes weren't stuck to her perfectly toned butt. I would look around at the dark corridor completely made of smooth stone.
While there wasn't as much rubble in the corridor as the previous room, you could tell that the place had not been cleaned or maintained in years. Weeds grew out from several corners of the corridor and in some places the foundation rouse from the ground and cracked open.
Walking down the hall among the elders and the silver woman I came to notice that while mine and the footstep of the younger generations creatures made pita pata sound's as we walked the hall, everyone else's including the footsteps of the behemoth at the back were completely obscure, totally silent, these guys would not have a hard time sneaking up on somebody.
Walking further we began to hear the all too familiar sound of shriek. Only this time it was a choir of shrieks.
Shriek shriek shriek
Sheik shriek
Shriiiieek shriek
Getting closer to the exit of the wall. The shrieks became louder reminiscent to the shouts of orangutans to one another.
Shrill shrieks, Deep shrieks, shriek that sounded like roar of primal monsters were heard all around. Suddenly we began to hear the pita pata of footsteps coming from the beautiful silver woman, as she moved her footsteps became louder and louder, and the sounds from outside the corridor began to quiet down.
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Pita pata pita pata pita pata
Even the footsteps of the younger generations began to grow obscured as she walked confidently almost arrogantly with her back straight, and head positioning itself more and more upwards, the closer she came to the exit of the corridor.
Pita pata pita pate pita pata
The closer she came to the exit the quieter the room ahead became
Pita
Finally stepping into the room all sound ceased, completely. The once lively room sounded as if all life had ceased existing inside it instantly.
I walked briskly through the exit, and entered the space to see at least a hundred creatures gathered into a massive throne room.
Entering the room I gawked at the mass of strange bodies gathered in a circle around the room.
These creatures really were an army. How very amazing it was. Shit I'd hate to have to stare down this wave of beast as an enemy.
Terrifying and numerous it would be like an anticlimactic horror movie. Two words came to my mind to describe this scene. 'Total Massacre'
The silver beauty walked into the centre of these creatures, and all eye's in the room followed her. She made her way towards an old partially broken throne surrounded by golden coins, and climbed on top of the gold to reach her seat. She sat down and gazed at the crowd.
She looked in my groups direction and shrug her head to one of the med-sized creatures behind me. The creature hurried to the back of my generations creatures and ushered us forward ahead of the queen’s throne.
Yes, it seemed that the silver beauty was probably the leader of this race. The creature queen.
Moving forward we were brought through the crowd towards a giant square hole in the centre of the room. I looked inside and saw about fifty other skinny white dwarfish creatures of my generation. In the hole. they were crammed close together into the large space that now seemed small. I felt a force on my back and suddenly found myself falling into the three-meter-deep pit.
Crash
I landed on one of my fellow generation creatures and almost ended up kissing its bald head. Before I even manage to get up there was another crash, and another three creatures landed on top of me. My generations creatures were pushed into the pit and began to form a dog pile.
I wasn’t feeling to good about this situation, but with effort I struggled free of the pile using my flexibility more that strength to separate myself from them. Standing on a sand floor I raised my head to look at the queen, whose seat was elevated enough to see from the pit.
The queen looked at the crowd calmly. And began to speak " too many offspring have been born to us to remain hidden, we must abide by the rules and weed out the weak" she said raising her voice.
'Oh no' hearing her words I turned and ran towards a corner of the pit pushing my brethren away. I ran knocking the unintelligent little buggers away violently.
Pat
I touched my hand to the wall as I heard her voice behind me shout "kill!"
My head became light as bloodlust arose suddenly in my psyche.
Shriek Shriek. Shriek
Loud violent shrieks began to arise from the mouths of the creatures all around me. Anger began to boil up from my stomach floating up to my chest, neck and mouth threatening to explode outwards.
Shrrrrrrrriiiiiieeeeeekkkkk
My voice boomed across the pit. I lifted up my small taloned hand and struck out into the face of the nearest creature in front of me.
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here's a new chapter, took me a little longer to write. I also kind of hate the way the thread works. it makes it so hard to edit your work. rage!
sorry for the long hiatus never again.
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