from the tomb, onward the corpses of nobles stalk!

[soulbrand]

Groan. A single sound that marked the breaking of the soil, both barren and adorned with stone, as from the depths of a mana rich soil once more life drifted into the once dead visages of nobles. A slanted crown would mark the ‘leader’, as what was once a he slouched with a slow gait out the freshly opened tomb.

“Over hear-- I heard something.” A youth in the guise of an explorer would utter.
“Are you sure?” A female, the youths older sister replied.
Groan.

A visage, rotted and groaning escaped the recently opened tomb, and in a single instant hurled itself atop the female, her neck marred by ragged and moss coated teeth. Blood drained itself down the creatures chin, landing atop recently exposed breasts; her brother crying and screaming before he himself was claimed by a similar creature, the very one who kept a crown atop his skull. Before long the marble floor of the tomb cracked and broke apart from the soil, one by one the rest of the crowned ghouls family would lift heavenward, once more instilled with life.

Reborn, but for what cause?

[Morbid_fixation]

Over head the sound's of jet and lag probably echoed loudly. As a gigantic craft hovered way over head, and really it didn't hover at all. It was more like it was just flying by, but still this thing was big. And it was very loud, the thunder of the ship was hurting his ears. In fact, that was what had woke him up. His eyes widened, and he could see his reflection. He had neon purple cat eyes, his fur was indeed something to see. A deep red colour, but it was kinda like patches in certain places. His human side was very visible. He had no idea what was going on, hell this was his first site of life. A very fuckin' bright light, coming from the back end of a plane's door opening wide. The next thing he knew, he was ejected from the ship; A gigantic bull looking creature had flung him from the Ship. Still being in the container, he didn't really have a choice but to go along with the flow of time. It didn't take long for him to get sucked out either. But mind you, hes still a kitten, or puppy. Or whatever the fuck he was. It was like they were practically throwing the creature out into limbo, and for a time being. Thats what it was too him. And then his animalistic instincts kicked in. And his fists started slamming into the vessel's glass container lid amajigger. Slamming his fists, over and over again; It cracked. It had taken about seven seconds to crack the glass. With a fierce knee. He had broken the glass, leaping from the container, he had realised something. He was really in serious danger here. Those tall, beautiful thingy's. With that strange colour to them, that is my only chance. He thought...The creature was still just a cub. Just born today really. Incubated for his entire existence...

Twisting and turning, flipping and spinning. His long tail drifted back behind him, feeling the air he fell in love with this free falling thing real quick. But when the tree's came. It hurt like a son of a bitch. Bouncing off of humongous leafs. But it slowed his fall some, as he hit every branch of the ugly tree on the way down. Landing on his feet. He looked around, as if he had barely been effected by the fall. When in all reality, he may have had some broken bruises or something. Who knows how long he had been in that test tube. Never did he show a sign of 'life' to them, he looked more like an android or something. The only reason that they kept him around was because of the pace of his ticker.(The heart for those of you who are slow with slang.) As he began to walk, he had a slight limp. His long legs made for great cushioning capabilities. A sickeningly miserable smirk crossed the estranged face of the creature. Moving through the place, he took his time. Investigating things and such.

What was with this place? It was gigantic and full of lush green foliage, stuff that seemed to be hundreds of years old. Untouched by the filth of mankind. This creature made its way through the forest. To it, this was like a second home. Or a home away from home. The creature was indeed something to see. It was of spliced origin. It was a mixture between Jackal and Cheetah; Who knows what else, but at the same time. It still held human super soldier blood within it as well. There had been thousands of experiments that had under went special attention back in those labs. This was one of the few that actually survived the incubation. They took him for dead when his heart stopped beating and they threw him out the back door still in his incubator. And really when we say incubator. We mean, straight up out of the sky.

He could hear noises coming from the distance. So like a cat, curiosity caught his attention. He moved fast, and quite the cheetah side of him made sure of that. He was pretty silent too for being freshly ejected from the 'womb'. He watched as he approached the ruin's. This place was much different from what he had seen so far in this wild jungle. Tilting his head, he watched as the zombie ripped the female's shirt off. And the boy started screaming a bunch of stuff he couldn't understand. Its eyes slanted, and the hair on its back began to grow. More of them were coming, and they were doing something to those people. He didn't quite understand what was going on here. The cat like creatures snarl was louder than he expected. And it didn't take long for it show itself. Only it wasn't moving slowly at all. Infact, its speed was uncanny. As it darted straight toward the Zombie that had ripped the females shirt off. Its claws were truly grotesque. Getting inside of the ruins wasn't hard, they were pretty open.

In fact he shot through the side door, and with an intent to maim. The creature's claws sliced through the marble beneath of his feet. As it's hind legs pumped and his front paws drug. Tearing up the floor all on their own, he was gaining speed. And the adrenaline within his form felt so great. He hadn't ever felt any of this. All of these emotions, all of these strange smells. The sights, the sounds. Everything was weird to him, but he knew one thing. He didn't like the sound's of agony coming from those poor souls.

They had expanded to their full extent of eight inch's, and they really didn't look like they were finger nail's either. Whatever those scientists had done to this creature...That was yet to be seen, but it was clear. They were building a weapon. The attack came smooth and quickly, as it raced through the hoard. It wasn't that difficult, they didn't look very fast. And as the distance between the creature and the Zombies crumbled, its hind legs compressed, while its front legs pushed off the ground to where it was standing something similar to a man. And then it leapt upward, flipping slightly. The creatures agility was something to witness, as it began to transcend into the air, like the moon crossing over in the night time sky. Its muscles moved fluently, and its front paws which looked more like a man's arms. Then it did a cats arm. Only he the paws had six toes. The claws of his paws were intended to impale into the Zombie. Either way, with the speed that the creature was moving in. If and when the attack would nail the zombie, the claws would almost all but slice through the flesh like butter. This creature was indeed a freak.

He was sure that the other Zombies would by now notice his presence. He didn't look around, instead he simply stood there. Snarling and showing his massive fangs. Claws fully extended. For by now, he would have already slid through the broken marble floor. Deeper into the pit of these abominations....

[soulbrand]

A fall forever into the blackened atmosphere as groans resounded in every direction, the reborn life forms crawled and slithered along the walls completely ignoring (or at least largely) the man as he dropped into their domain. It was as sudden as the fall into forever had begun, had it stopped landing hard upon a pile of bones, which scattered and rattled under the burden of the man.

It had come to be a place of utter disgust, the scents and the sounds carried the weight of blood, each step forward cracked and splintered shards of bone damaged with the teeth of the creatures that scaled up the walls around the man and his point of entrance—a platform that hung above a large pit, connected to the ‘land’ by a single swaying bridge. Across the way sat a man, his hands firmly placed upon his face, a soft sob escaped like pillars of light from between his fingers, a weapon broken in half lay juxtaposed; a matter of melancholy had swept over him.

Adjust some, the thud of the newcomer had caught his attention, but in his sorrow and broken mind, he merely looked and spoke nothing. It could have been a friend or a foe, it was hard to tell the difference in a place so wrought with decay and death, the man had broke. Standing sluggishly he would bend to pick the sword up, it rattled against the stone of the landmass. A single step forward carried no ill intent; instead he was trying to adjust his sight in the poorly lit region.

In a greeting, his head would bow, almost in a sincere gesture. It was his eyes that gave his state of mind away.

[Morbid_fixation]

The creature that had come to be, had all but eradicated that one Maggot filled carcass. As its form would fall to the ground, and the blood would flow ever so vigorously. He became drenched in the stoic liquids. Glancing up and all around, they had surrounded him; The creature didn't understand anything that was going on here. Something shiny had caught his eyes as he glanced toward the man. The snarls and growls seemed to have been forgotten. As he twisted around, looking dead into the mans eyes. The tail swish swagging behind him, would be a very good indicator that he was not human, he may have been at one point in time. But not any more, The slants within his iris's. The creatures muscles were flexed still. To it, this was all so confusing.

He could smell the lingering stench of death glooming within the room. And that man seemed to be more dead than these strange creatures. They were probably all around him, but he did not care. Nor did he pay them any attention. As he noticed that the man obviously held no want or need to engage the creature in combat. The creature just moved toward the door. It was clear, that he had only shown himself. To help the poor kids, which were by now. Running and screaming their heads off, as they faded off into the distance. The cat creature stopped at the door. And it tried to speak. "....Garaaaballlels?" The creature was lost, as it glanced up at the filthy decaying freaks.

He wasn't about to leave. He was examining the walls, the stench was everywhere. It stank so bad, but this place. This person, it felt as though he was destined to meet this person here. The cat kinda leaned against the wall. Its claws were not extended anymore. The creature didn't understand its feelings. It didn't even know really much of anything, as it looked back at the man that seemed to be dead inside. The creature just kinda leaned against the wall. Yawning. The creature wasn't afraid, it was just lost and scared really. Didn't know what to do, or where to go. It kinda just stared at the guy, wondering what the hell he was gonna do. Where he was gonna go, how he was gonna get there? The creature was new born, so its not a surprise that it couldn't speak.

[soulbrand]

A drag, the man that had appeared in his sorrow, slowly dragged his feet towards the newcomer, a man who dared to defy those reanimated—their master would not be pleased. Yet it would be sometime before this man met the one responsible for the plague of flesh that crawled in a groaning resonance towards the unexpected keeps and towns below.

“Welcome, to the Sanctum.” A voice as lethargic as his pace with an almost hiss accent placed upon syllables were it was fitting. It was the weapon that was propped upon his shoulder; the weight birthed a visible distaste in the shape of a furrowed brow. It was the insane gape that guided the man, and the creature that had just entered, a hallway that bleed from the main room, lit every six feet with a barely glowing torch.

Without waiting the man much a tour guide as he was a damned soul began the march in his deliberate pace down the hallway that was a good portion of his reason for insanity. There was only so much darkness that a man could take before the prospect of seeing the light again drove him wild. Feral in his demeanor as well as his scent, he had grown to be quite the fixture in this abysmal pit.

It was in silence would they march for if the creature knew not how to talk, it wasn’t in the man to converse, though even if he did it would have been mostly large, incoherent riddles and metaphors that perhaps once held meaning but were now merely considered the way of the damned. And it was a sudden stop as they drew to a fork in the path, the man pressed spine to the makeshift ‘V’ in the road, before his arms swept from the left to the right, which way would the creature head?