Post by ghul on Aug 5, 2008 21:13:12 GMT -7
The sound was grating, to the point where some who heard it just wanted to cover their ears. It was unpleasant to say the least, but it was what they would hear at certain times of the day. Claws sliding down walls, making a screech...Not exactly consistent but they had to be a little unsettled since they knew just who it came from. Or what it came from. Very few were smart enough to know it was more of a what than a who, regardless of how human it fancied itself to be. Or did it at all?
Just who was the creature who until recently had to be shackled everywhere he went, after a particularly nasty occasion where he literally broke out of confines and took some agents with him for a 'midnight snack'...that was before he had been captured officially and brought back though...and 'tamed'. Now...he just would watch them with a ghoulish hunger for fresh living flesh in his eyes...and know that again he would be unable to eat them. Not because of a willing promise this time...but because it was the way to survive.
Besides...the meat he could get instead wasn't exactly bad...but it wasn't like people wanted to be close to him anyways...who would? Just who would want to be close to the literal Ghoul, the origin of the very myth?
Azazel-Ghul was a bit cynical that it was a very small number. And he was sure they would be glad that they couldn't see the freakish maw that was filled with razor sharp teeth and an almost reptilian tongue.
Now he walked, disturbing eyes looking about his surroundings as he creeped in silence. It was late at night...just who would he run into?
Just who was the creature who until recently had to be shackled everywhere he went, after a particularly nasty occasion where he literally broke out of confines and took some agents with him for a 'midnight snack'...that was before he had been captured officially and brought back though...and 'tamed'. Now...he just would watch them with a ghoulish hunger for fresh living flesh in his eyes...and know that again he would be unable to eat them. Not because of a willing promise this time...but because it was the way to survive.
Besides...the meat he could get instead wasn't exactly bad...but it wasn't like people wanted to be close to him anyways...who would? Just who would want to be close to the literal Ghoul, the origin of the very myth?
Azazel-Ghul was a bit cynical that it was a very small number. And he was sure they would be glad that they couldn't see the freakish maw that was filled with razor sharp teeth and an almost reptilian tongue.
Now he walked, disturbing eyes looking about his surroundings as he creeped in silence. It was late at night...just who would he run into?