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discedo_logs2010-08-27 09:43 am
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RIFUL EVENT LOG
Who: Riful (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nomnomguts ) and everyone everrr
Where: ALL OVER THE DISCO-- just state a location in the header.
When: 27th to 28th
Rating: R is for... Riful. Uh, torture, killing, creepering, violence, cannibalism, tentacles, you name it.
Summary: Come for the food, stay for the people. Riful comes out of the forest in search of dinner, and finds a city instead.
the log: (
She isn't usually so ravenous, you know.
It should be... a little silly, a little irritating that she has so little control. That for the first time in some few hundred years, that low, belly-deep hunger (for blood and guts and gosh, it really has been a while, hasn't it?) was in control, rather than the other way around.
She simply couldn't find it in herself to care. Riful had forgotten... this pleasure, that first bloom of power, and the sense and sensations that had accompanied her existence as an Awakened Being, Abyssal One Riful of the West. Even if she couldn't quite maintain her Awakened form at the this point, everything looked positively delicious-- it just couldn't be helped! Streaked in blood and the remnants of their own gore... really now, these painted humans may as well have worn a sign, begging her to eat them. Following their scent, she doesn't notice the shifting surge of energy ahead until she breaks through the clearing, blinking in the dawning light. A world of gray, crumbling buildings and the filth of human squalor and her life as a human echoes back, distant as a dream.
Oh.
Oh.
Hello, Discedo.
She finds herself smiling. Perhaps it isn't really so bad to indulge oneself, now and then again. After all, hadn't she come for a meal? Absentmindedly patting down her dress, Riful strolls on into the city in search of her prey.
[Prose and commentlog styles are both fine. Admittedly I might be a little faster with commentlog, but only because I tend to tl;dr.]
nomnomguts ) and everyone everrrWhere: ALL OVER THE DISCO-- just state a location in the header.
When: 27th to 28th
Rating: R is for... Riful. Uh, torture, killing, creepering, violence, cannibalism, tentacles, you name it.
Summary: Come for the food, stay for the people. Riful comes out of the forest in search of dinner, and finds a city instead.
the log: (
She isn't usually so ravenous, you know.
It should be... a little silly, a little irritating that she has so little control. That for the first time in some few hundred years, that low, belly-deep hunger (for blood and guts and gosh, it really has been a while, hasn't it?) was in control, rather than the other way around.
She simply couldn't find it in herself to care. Riful had forgotten... this pleasure, that first bloom of power, and the sense and sensations that had accompanied her existence as an Awakened Being, Abyssal One Riful of the West. Even if she couldn't quite maintain her Awakened form at the this point, everything looked positively delicious-- it just couldn't be helped! Streaked in blood and the remnants of their own gore... really now, these painted humans may as well have worn a sign, begging her to eat them. Following their scent, she doesn't notice the shifting surge of energy ahead until she breaks through the clearing, blinking in the dawning light. A world of gray, crumbling buildings and the filth of human squalor and her life as a human echoes back, distant as a dream.
Oh.
Oh.
Hello, Discedo.
She finds herself smiling. Perhaps it isn't really so bad to indulge oneself, now and then again. After all, hadn't she come for a meal? Absentmindedly patting down her dress, Riful strolls on into the city in search of her prey.
[Prose and commentlog styles are both fine. Admittedly I might be a little faster with commentlog, but only because I tend to tl;dr.]