NEW PARTNER WANTED!!
 

I was very excited about this rp but my pertner up and dissappeared, anyone care to be my partner on this one?



In the heart of this desert sand storm is a man is walking along a stone path. The sand passes through him with no resistance. The wind will not reach him. He is a ghost here.

He has short jet black hair, sapphire eyes and clothes in black and tones of blue. His skin is impossibly pale, a complete absence of color but for his hands, sapphire at the finger tips and fading to white at the mid forearm. His feet beneath the black leather are the same. A belt around his hips holds a polished faintly glowing sapphire.

The stone path revealed by the displaced sand does not exist. He is walking along a path that will never be reached by human eyes. The garden it leads to does not exist. It too will never be reached by human eyes. Both lay between the living realm and the dying.

HE reaches the garden and looks at the strange flowers. Some grow upside down, others are multicolored. All are unreal and impossible.

This is the place he woke three hundred years ago, no memory of who he was or what life he had. By coming here he was stalling. He had a schedule of deaths and souls to take but his next victim he did not want to take. He is lost in thought and barely notices the increasing tolling of bells.

He stops. That sound. The dull tolling of bells has finally caught his attention. It’s so familiar but he cannot place it. Suddenly a voice enters his mind, WHO ARE YOU TO TREAD ON THE LAND OF THE ANCIENTS?

The question amuses the man and he laughs, dull and hollow, “Who am I? I am Death. I have been renamed Thanatos. I am a soul drinker. I am of the Vitasuum. The only survivor of my kind.” He replies.

The nameless man is calm as an ancient ghost appears before him. The ghost shows it’s body’s current condition. It’s flesh had long since rotted away, leaving mummified tatters of skin stretched tight over the horrible grinning teeth. The empty sockets turn on him.

WHAT IS YOUR EXISTENCE? The ancient asks.

“My purpose is to keep the forsaken and undead like you from walking the Earth.”

The ancient laughs at this. YOU ARE NOT FULFILLING THAT PURPOSE. The ancient points out.

He smiles, it is dry and cruel, “You know I won’t take you. You don’t deserve it.” He pauses only for effect, “Besides, if I took you then who would I talk to?”

YOU ARE PITIFUL. YOU KEEP ME IN TORTURED HALF LIFE FOR YOUR OWN SELFISH NEED. TELL ME, DO YOU MISS THEM?

The man looks away, infuriated. The rest of his kind faded away centuries ago, leaving him alone to protect the human world. He hadn’t seen another of his kind since before the Roman Empire fell but he cursed their cowardly ways. Humans couldn’t see him, the forsaken fought him. Despite keeping an ancient alive he’d become a shell, empty and cruel.

Suddenly he starts away. He’s stalled long enough, now he must go.

Keila rolled her eyeballs around the table without any purpose in mind. She had been a zombie for a month and her decomposing process was already started. Due to Madam Resley's special soup, Keila and the rest of the undead had been able to stop their bodies from bloating or falling apart. It was time to get the more permanent situation. Another zombie man straggle into the bar; he carried two unconscious humans with him. "Here," he snarled as half of his face was already collapsed and rotted while handing them both to her. Keila nodded gratefully and took the human. Taking a ax, she chopped the skull open and looked at the bloody pink and gray matter inside. "Here it goes, down to the gullet," she said as she scooped it up and ate the human's brain. After emptying the entire thing, Keila sat down satisfied and looked at her zombie brethren as they too also ate to sustain their bodies.

What a bore this was; all of them cowards who killed and ged on others so that they can cling onto 'life' a bit longer and prolong their meeting with their creator. Most of them just slept and ate the whole time. Everyone hunted in hordes to ensure the kill and wipeout of another town and Madam Resley controlled this nomadic group. Moving from every small city once they had finished every living human there. Keila was about to sleep like the other's until something bothered her. There was that mutt here to chew on her leg again. Disgusting carnivores, Keila thought, but then again, this is me being a hypocrite. Rising with her ax to carve the dog to slivers, Keila took a swipe at the thing before it whimpered and ran out of the establishment. "Oh no you didn't just run away!" she yelled angrily ",get back here you spineless creature!"

With that Keila chased the thing out and into the streets. Finally, something interesting to do other than to kill humans, eat them and sleep. She had grown tired of seeing the fear on people's faces and was glad that her prey was a dumb canine. They never showed much intelligence or feelings on their faces and they weren't as deep as humans when it came to emotions and thinking so hurting this thing wouldn't really leave a scar on her consciounce. Then again, she really didn't need to kill again and this dog just bit her, nothing more than a few tiny holed on her lower limb. Slowing to a stop, Keila shreiked a small 'eep!' as she realized she had ran far enough to be out of the ghost town. The reason that they were in a ghost town was because most of the humans had fled to abandoned areas when the zombies targeted large populated places. They were in some desert state in the US or Mexico. Kicking the sand with boredom, Keila watched the dog's retreating figure disapear into the horizon and sat down on the burning sand. It didn't really hurt her butt as her body could barely feel anything anymore but Keila had the odd wish that it would.

The man was walks toward the ghost town, a slow calm walk that holds purpose with every step. He looks up when he hears approaching footsteps and blinks with mild surprise as he finds they belong to his target. The dog runs through him but doesn't seem to notice. He stops to watch her.

He finds it amusing as she sits a few feet from him. It was too easy. He had to make it harder. At least put a nice jaunt to his next separating. He waits a few more moments to let her settle before switching to the human realm. He could be seen now. His cruel grin, his emotionless eyes, and the softly glowing gem at his belt.

"How kind of you to save me the extra distance." he says, uncaring that she may not know of what he spoke, "So is it annoying, being stuck like that? Being stuck in a shell that rots around you?" he asks then continues, "I'd personally rather be boiled alive than be stuck like that." He was hoping to get a rise out of her. Sometimes it worked sometimes it didn't.

Keila pulled a pig face at the stranger after hearing his rude tone. "Well in case you haven't notice Mr.Genius, your white pansy skin is going to be sun-backed brown if you don't scram back to town." She flipped her ponytail as she turned her back on him to trow a rock at a cactus in a attempt to find something to do. Although her body was rotting didn't mean that she didn't bother to maintain clean clothes on her person unlike many of the others who had just decided worn and raggedy t-shirts and jeans were fine with them. She raised her ax and almost threw it at the battered desert plant before jerking to a stop with the decision that retrieving her weapon would not be worth it. Her feet felt like they were burning on the hot dessert sand. Turning back towards the stranger, Keila smiled sheepishly. The guy did look like a vamp, which he might be. If zombies exist then why not blood suckers? It's not like she has much blood left in herself anyways. Keila took a step and winced as she felt a prodding pain on her left foot. Looking out at him, Keila held her arms out in an awkward gesture for help befor flapping it slightly to keep her single legged balance. "Do me a favor and give a girl a ride back to town. Forgot my shoes and my feet are burning and hurting like..." Keila trailed off at the last part to refrain from cursing. She had enough sins on her account as it was.

The vitasuum man nods, chuckling coldly, "I'm sure you think so." as his gaze turns to survey the miles upon miles of sand blowing in the wind. He stands so still it's almost as if he's a statue, the heat and wind of this desert affects him none. He is wondering whether he should take this one back to Isis, the Ancient's queen.

He'd never actually been told to take her but he'd gotten that stinging urge that normally led him to the target so he had followed it, feeling he shouldn't take this one the whole time. This mix confuses him and nearly frustrates him but it never once shows.

As she asks for help he shakes his head and laughs coldly, "No." his answer is simple and rude, "I'm supposed to end you and I'm still considering letting you live. Don't push me to a hasty decision." He frowns still as he turns back to watching the sand, "Sit there under my shadow." he says without looking at her. He is calling an Ancient.

Seconds later a long since dead Ancient blows in on the wind, materializing as if out of particles of sand that blow so harshly, I ASSUME YOU'VE FOUND IT? She asks, being a different Ancient than the cursed one he spoke to earlier. This one has the tatters of what once was a white silk dress and she appears to have been burned before her body could die and mummify, leaving portions of her soft flesh intact along her body and others missing layers of the flesh. Her face is partially burned away as she bends to look at the zombie girl from her incredible height of eight feet.

"I have. Yet I don't know what to do about.. it." he says, pausing and looking at his target before the offensive word is uttered. "I was looking for an answer."

Live I say LIIIIIVVVVEEEE!! Anyone wanna revive this with me? Pwease?

To top. I hope this works.

Up to the top again. I should probably be asking to have this moved to the rp search but then it'd have to be moved back after finding a partner.

To the top I say! *points* now who wants to rp this with me? Once I get a partner we can create a new thread.

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And to the top again! If I can get this thing to actually bump like I couldn't last night...

To the top. People please look at this.... And someone join?

I'll be your partner. Want me to start a new thread?

We can. I planned on taking the first post of this and using it so unless you want to make profiles then I can do it.

Go ahead and do it and send me the link when you are done. Oh and just to give you the heads up at some points I might reply using my mule.