OS KAE PLAYGROUND JADE-A.G. NAV1 NAV2 NAV3 NAV4 Scrib-1 Fires Shadow. The color of the ground is apple green, it has a glossy, unbroken surface. There is a network of black line segments, that cover the ground, they intersect in a tangled fashion. The line segments are 2ins in length, and 2mms width. The area of the ground is 10sqft, its enclosed by 4 walls, 3 of which are white, each has a sleek texture. The white walls are 10ft in height. The walls curve into the floor, making the space between the floors and the walls, broad ramps, that dip inward. The corners of the room are curved, the ledges of the walls are rounded. The fourth wall has the same appearance as the floor below, the wall is a mile in height and is much wider extending far past the white walls of the cubed room. At the center of the room the ground stretchs open, forming a circular hole 5ft in dia. Within this cavity, several feet down, a black object sedately rises upward. The approaching object reaches the surface, the ground beneath the orb, fills the gap. The object is still, it rests three feet from ground, it has a soft fleshly texture. It begins to shrink in size, it dwindles away, taking the shape of a small figure. The last of this black substance vanishes, to reveal the body of a male toddler fast asleep. His skin is a transparent black, His facial features, and body profile, are detailed by different volumes of shading. His has pitch black hair ends just above the shoulders, it retains the same hollow imagery as the rest of his body. 2 small horns protrude from his forehead above the eyes. They end at a point, they curve back slightly, their size is a half an inch in dia, and half an inch in length. He has a tail, it wraps around his L-leg. The tail is an inch thick in diameter, its1ft in length, its hairless with a rounded end. His ears are long, the tops of his ears tapper to a point. Positioned by the abrupt departure of his previous vessel. He lies naked on his back with his head tilt down and to the right, his R-arm is curled upright. His R-hand is clenched in a lose fist 2ins from his face, L-hand is down at his side. He starts to breathe, the smell of the ground is sour, fresh, damp. The scent aggravates his nose, it wrinkle’s, the ground feels like its stretching under skin, the air is cool. His eyes open, their light gray scleras give its complex multi-tinted black iris a vibrant intensity. The R-eye looks threw the side of a dark hand to see a shadowy surface. Well the other sees it white; perplexed by the double image, he tilts his head upward to see over his hand. The instant he moves a loud sound erupts from under his ear. The abrupt noise startles him, he lifts his head up and away from it. With hast he rolls to the right, on his shoulder, using the leverage of his tail, and L-side appendages. A cacophony of sound resonates from the surface under, the sound runs in sync with his moments. Laying on his stomach, he props his L-side up, while leaning on his right, then rises on his fours. Each movement is followed by corresponding floor notes. On the ground the black lines had vanished from where he slept, leaving behind a green misshapen figure. From a crawling stance he motions backwards to rest on his knees. He leans to the left, then folds his legs from under him, supported by his L-hand, he pushes his legs out in front. He sits with his L-leg bent, its foot near the inner side of his R-knee, his hands drawn in, rest on his lap. Its quiet, hes still, he looks down, he sees a small area of clear green, surrounded by thin onyx lines. After a moment he slowly lowers his R-hand to the ground at his side with precise care. With his hand, he quickly pats the ground, the reaction is instant; he hears a soft tone emanating from the place hes touched. He sits testing the ground, touching its surface in different places, using both of his hands, and the tip of his tail. He notice’s the patch of clear green in front of him is becoming smaller. His attention now fixs on the frayed black border, many small black marks begin to appear, they expand soon after, shrinking the space. They come closer to reaching his feet, he watchs new segments fill the gap. He scoots back 3 time, not taking his eyes off the still encroaching lines. The black lines stop. The black boarder outlines the front of his right foot. He sits still waiting, after some time, the black lines begin to reemerge. The lines completely cover the ground, he places his L-hand down, outside his L-knee. He quickly pats the ground as he done before, he looks and sees his hand has been perfectly outlined. NAV1. He motions forward, and with his hands, he pulls back on the surface of the ground. He pushs with his feet managing to plant his L-foot flat on the ground, while the other still pushs from its outer side, then with his L-foot stable he lifts and rolls his right under, and behind him. From the crawling stance, he spots one of the white walls and heads in its direction. Caught up in the noise and the prints, he neglects himself, absentmindedly crawling up the curve and onto the wall. The white floor makes no noise as he crawls, he leaves a trail of black smudges behind and below him. The ground gives him the notion of it being prickly, confused he looks back to see a green wall behind him, with its tangled nest of black lines. He faces forward, he sees a milky white haze far off in the distance. He crawls around the curved ledge, the ground still white, is now laced with the same black lines as before. He sees long white strands sticking up out of the ground. The white strands are 7 yards away, he crawls toward them, the ground remains silent as he makes his way. Still in the crawling position, he reaches out with his L-hand, he grabs a hand full of the thin white hairs at their bass. The strands instantly react, growing taller and changing in color from white to black. He quickly releases his grip on them. The strands are in circular bunches 2ins in dia, and spaced an inch apart, the fibers are 4ft in height. He motions back, and repositions to a to sit. He sweeps a hand across from left to right along the strands in front of him, turning them black. A high pitch chime erupts from behind him. He turns to look in its direction, he sees close to the pit he had crawled up out of. A pile of tiny pellets, diversely colored fill a shallow dish in the ground 4ins in dia and 2ins in depth. The tiny spheres are piled so that they peek out above the dishes lip. He sees multiply colored fumes rise up out of the dish, the gas disperses in the air. Thinning as the it spreads out, he soon smells an enticing aroma. The noise the pile produces feels pleasant in his ears. He comes close, from the left, noise like fast, soft pats, he turns, catching a glimpse of an orange mass. The palm of hand smacks the left of his face, instant is the sound of a loud clap, he shrieks, his heads knocked to the right. He feels two hands, one at the back side of his head over an ear, the other, on his ribs side, he loses composure and his limbs buckle, he hears a loud yell, his body gets slack. A powerful force pushs him to the side, hes shoved into a roll. He flops twice, hitting the ground hard each time, then slides to a stop. His limbs sprawl out, his midsection bows to the right, he faces left, with the R-side of his face flat on the ground. Hes near to the R-corner of the squire sub-level, his R-arm is bent above his head, the left is stretched out strait. His L-cheek stings, its flush gray, his eyes squint, they blink sporadically trying to stay open. Sliver tears pool in both eyes, he softly whimpers, the corner of his lower lip is fat, it bleeds on the inside of his mouth. He forces his L-eye open, he sees the blurry image of a figure colored an incandescent orange. His skin is an ocean of raging fire, its intensity is in a constant flux, its colors gold, orange, and red are etched in a black hue. A small body, with a broad frame, covered in thick brawny muscles. His scleras are pitch black, his iriss match his skin. He has ten skinny tails, each 4mms thick, and 2ft in length, they tapper to a needle thin point. His hair hangs past his shoulders, matching the colors of his iriss. Above his brow there are 2 small golden horns with nubby ends. He sits on his knees in front of the food, he reaches a hand into the pile, and fills it with pellets. He handles the loose pebbles with care, so as not to spill any accidentally. He tilts his head back with an eye looking down into his hand as he brings it up to his mouth, his eyes then avert. He chews fast then reaches down for another handful; trails of black lead forth threw the filaments whites. From out of the black grass 2 scroungy body’s approach him from behind. The one on the right is a male with craggy looking skin, its colors gray, black, white like that of soapstone, and having just as many facets. His scleras are pure white, they encase two soapstone iriss; he has matching salt and peppered hair, and 4 black horns 2 above each eye, he has one short round nubby tail. At the left another male, whose skin is like thick clouds of gas, neon green in color, with a black outer hue. NAV2. He has a short afro of thin curly green hair, his 2 horns are clear, with black sclera and green iriss, which moves and acts as smoke, around their bright yellow pupils. He has 2 thin clear wire like tails with needle tip ends. The toddlers move in fast, their faces forward, eyes fixed on the pellets. He notices them to late, a body like a haze of smoke creeps low at left, orange tails dance in the air. The green one parts his lips baring small clear teeth, making visible his 4 miner and 4 major incisors. He snaps at a tail, clamping down on the narrow end sniping it off. He yeps, flinches, glances left, the rest of his tails draw in around his waist, a frail body shuffles toward him. Her eyes crazed with hunger, breathing heavily, smacking her lips, and speaking slurry gibberish. Her skin has the look of a pink gem stone, but lacks the multifaceted surface. With the exception of her iris’s which have 48 dimensions in them, their set in crystal clear scleras, with ruby red pupils at the center. Her tail is 3ft long, needle thin, with a forked end. She has 1 clear red horn with many cuts matching her eyes. Her hair is shoulder length with red roots and pink ends. His L-hand forms a fist, he lands a fast hard blow to her R-eye, she drops, headbutting the ground. The gray male on his R-flank, climbs up onto this back, then bites his R-trapezoid,, he winces in pain and grits his teeth, his lips stretch thin, hes pulled back, but recovers. A soapstone hand comes to this L-side of his face, its arm around his shoulder, a second hand claws at his R-arm, reaching for the pellets. He brings his R-hand to his mouth, the soapstones teeth bear down even hard in that moment. And the pebbles fall lose from the orange ones grip, scattering as the hit the ground. Soapstone finger tips come strait for his L-eye. Hes quicker he snaps at the 4th finger. The head lifts up, the sudden shock of pain, forces the soapstone males mouth to open, he produces a squeal. He motions forth, then throws his head back right, the R-side of the parietal bashes the L-temples front. The green male at the L-back, crawls to the pellet dish, grabbing a hand full of pebbles. He sees the green male grab something from the floor in front of him. The soapstones head wobbles, his weak body crumbles in and to the right. His head knocks back a second time, this hits the flat of the soft temple, and the body falls to the ground. He grabs a hand full of food and shoves it into his mouth, he chews quickly then reach to get the last remaining bits. An orange fist plows into the R-side of his chin, at a downward angle, forcing his head to tilt. The blow staggers him, the fire skinned toddler pushes at the green ones head with his R-hand, and the side of the green ones midsection with his left. Using just enough force to move him away from the food dish. The cloud skinned ones knocked down on his L-side several inches away from the pellet dish. The fire skinned boy looks into the dish, he see a scant few pellets remaining and take them in his R-hand, he locks them in a fist. He looks down at his fist, then scowls at the green male, He eats the pellets in his hand, he stands on his feet, and walks over to the cloudy green toddler, who lay not far away. He stands over him, the green one looks up to see the flat of a fiery foot descend on his face. He stomps on the boys R-cheek repeatedly with all his strength, each time its meant with a correspond yelp. He jabs R-eye with his heel, pushing it inwards, grinding it to a pulp, the boy screams continuously. Lime green liquid, floods the socket of one smashed eye. He steps back away from the green body, he looks around everything is silent, just the wind and the rustle of the white wires. The gray one trys to move, weakened, he struggles on the ground. He walks over to gray one, he looks at him, he puts his R-hand in front of his R-shoulder, his head tilts down to the right. A pained expression on his face, the gray one turns on his stomach, he try’s to push him self up, but falters. He gets down to his knees, he grips the top of the R-arm, squeezing it in his R-hand. He grabs the hair at the top of the grays head, then pulls the shoulder and the head apart, spreading the neck open. He lays his chest on the grays back, pinning him to the ground. He tilts his head to the right his eyes widen, the flames in iriss flare bright, his lips part bearing his golden teeth. his jaw snaps shut over the R-juggler vain, violent screams erupt from gray toddler. Black blood pours out, it runs down, pooling on the white floor, the gray toddler lays on his L-arm. NAV3. He squirms to get his L-arm free, the right of his face pressed hard against the ground. He drags his R-arm from the side of his waist out over the surface of the ground, he gets it up to his neck. He paws at the R-side of the toddlers head, in an attempt to pull it away. But the hand griping his shoulder, keeps his arm locked close to his the side of his chest leaving his forearm free. He grabs at the fingers trying to pry them away, but starts to feel drowsy. He loss’s strength in his arm, it tingles then losss feeling. He gets sluggish the pain fades away, he his eyelids droop, he hear whispers. They sound like little voices, he hears them coming from every direction, the sound of their voices grow loud, as everything goes dark. He spits black liquid from his mouth, it covers his lower face, and his neck, running down his chest, as he comes to a stand once more. Pushing off, from the now limp body directly under, he glares down at the body. Then walks over it he steps firmly in the sticky muck underfoot, he feels a dull pain at the back of his neck. It throbs, it stings, it itchs, blood drips slow from open bite wounds. His tail curls around its self, he keeps it raised close to the nap of his lower back, held apart from the rest. He walks threw white grass, tuning them black, then vanishes from behind the rising black fibers. Over in a corner, in a squire white walled room, on a green floor laced with black lines, a black figure lays curled in a ball. NAV4. Next Hunters Hunger.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 13:26:22 +0000
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