Don't own any animations mention within these pages!
Only own my OC and other characters said in later chapters.
Prologue:
In the year 3028 there is a small town called Ilican where humans and animations sometimes known as super humans, are separated by a boarder. The animations could not enter bars with human or schools with humans. The main intersection of the town was where humanoids and the animations would usually come and "interact" with each other. To the West lies the humanoids terrority, to the East was the animations teritory. South was the Sulking Forest a dense cloud of trees taller than the tallest building which happened to be Kaiba Corp; where a many a monsters usually tend to dwell. Although there are worst things hiding within the forest probably, even maybe more horrible than the creatures that walk the forest's floors and fly through redwood branches. And yet they have never seen the greatest threat lurking within the forest.
It is strange how they also say they've seen a creature in town during night, even though they put fences around the woods with barbed wire so that it could not enter the town without getting injured and it could not fly out of the woods because of how dense the canopy is. The humanoids would sometimes tell horror stories to their children before bedtime of a monster that tore the heads off unsuspecting Ilicanians and devour their souls. Rumors, wild tales going on about how: that if you listen real carefully you can hear the creature's heavy footsteps hitting the pavement, cracks forming under the monsters giant clawed feet. The deep raspy breath of the fated critter; smelling of rotten carcasses penetrated the soft morning dew air, letting out a most horrible snarl, shaking buildings, car alarms setting off as though a miniature earthquake was erupting. A large thick black tail runs all the way up its spine, sharp bladelike spines meet the craning of its neck, the flapping of two huge black skeletal-like wings tearing into the breeze like it was shreds of paper. Most of them made up of course, none of them actually true.
While the entire town slept peacefully, a young female walk towards the intersections manhole. The female removed the grate, jumped down into the dark hole, and landed in a puddle after a morning storm. The air smelled of raw sewage as rodents scurried passed the young ones' feet. The walls were pale, made of concrete, water dripped from sewage pipes, everything all too familiar to the average path the teen usually followed to get home.
"I may not be the only one down here", thought the teen. Her icy blue eyes scanned the sewer tunnel for any signs of danger, elf-like ears twitched sharply. The teen was average height, she wore tight leather black pants and a black tank top, along with Velcro shoes that came to a point near her toes. Brown hair ran past her shoulders with a pale complexion and looked to have been in her early twenties. The teen had jet black dragon wings that streached widely before settling against her lean form. Her black tail twisted and turned before snaking its way through the teens' belt loops acting itself as a belt.
The forest was so dense that it was extremely hard for her to fly in, it was best for her to walk underground and not be seen by the humans. Walking down the drainage pipes her senses were on high alert, especially sense of smell. Her noise soon picks up a familiar scent even through the smell of sewage; rotting flesh a sense she's come to know and despise. Hearing something being dragged across the floor in a heap or maybe it was the train tracks below that made too much of a distraction and interfered with her hearing. Having to hurry home she slips between pipe bars about to make her way upward when she sees a person setting a trap with the dead elk.
She made a small chuckle, her gaze flickered towards the figure as her stomach gave a deafening growl. The sound of the tunnel made sure that the intruder didn't hear but it still made the teen anxious.
The young female continued her climb upward. Removing the grate from the pipeline; she was just small enough to slip through and enter the Sulking forest. It was quiet in the wood which was unusual to say the least. The redwoods usually held tales as they whispered to insects and flowers, the cattails would snicker with delight and the river didn't babble at all. It was just too silent.
"Strange…it's probably nothing," she muttered while shaking her head, her voice silky as the night. Morning was soon on the rise, continuing her walk into the dark woods she jumped upon a branch overhead and began walking home as the cries echoed into the darkness.
April 29, 2010 6:18pm
Edited: September 26, 2012
Time: 3:22 pm