Zjan

<font color='darkred'>Staring longingly at the elevated ground he rested upon, Zjan spoke softly to it as he caressed the citrine ribbons sprouting from it.  What do you think it's doing there?  He paused for a moment, the air filled with the eerie whispering of the wind.  His once soft and gentle face soon shifted to fury and rage as his paws grasped the thin, weedy plants and tore them out of the soil.  NO!  Suddenly leaping down from the ledge, as if it had suddenly become scorching hot, Zjan abruptly turned and faced it with a deep growl emerging from his throat.  He stared at the huge rock with such contempt it was almost frightening, considering he had absolutely no apparent reason to be so angry with it.  His striking scarlet eyes added to the dismay.  It isn't.  I told you.  It's not true DAMMIT.  He shouted at it with such intensity that a flock of varsinids scattered into the sky.  He then scraped his enourmous paws against the jagged walls of the ledge.  The sound of his dulled and chipped claws scraping down the boulder sounded almost painful.  Blood dripped through the shallow new slits, as well as the old deep cracks in his paws that had not quite healed.  He whispered maliciously, giving the rocky wall one last glare before leaving it.  I told you.  I told you.

Zjan settled now on a dusty patch of ash.  He pushed his wounds into the flaky ashes, stifling the bleeding a bit.  It had an immense stinging sensation, and a sickening, daunting grin creeped up the sides of Zjan's face.  He let his blackened paws slide through the ashes, gradually reclining himself in the dusty cinders.</font>

 

<font color='#A8A8A8'>A little ways away, perched upon a large boulder, stood another, virtually unnoticable amongst the shade and likeness of his stony backdrop. A bundle of torn and mangled feathers lay on top of the lithe form, lanky legs drooping off the sides of the rock. It was difficult to determine his exact position, if coincidentally one's eyes did happen to land upon his well-hidden figure, but his darkened head seemed to be tucked in slightly, eyes invisble. The pendragon obviously had no interest in the going ons about him. In fact, he may very well be asleep.</font>

 

<font color='darkred'>Startled, Zjan jolts upward. A cloud of ash shrouds around him, gradually disappearing. His hackles raise instinctively as he searches for the intruder.  Rheumy scarlet eyes scan the terrain, although he is well aware his near-blindness makes this action futile.  
Not so good at communication, Zjan attempts to telepath, but his thoughts come out only as a jumble of words and sounds.  Not caring to make use of his larnyx, he emits a low growl in frustration, waiting for further motion.</font>

 

<font color='#A8A8A8'>The relaxing pendragon suddenly shifted, if only a little bit. Slowly, silently, he melted off the rock, retreating into the shadows, where he disappeared entirely. A moment later, the mysterious figure emerged again, now perched on a branch up above. As he surveyed the one below him, head still tucked in so as to avoid the sun glinting off his glasses, he noticed something odd about him...</font>

 

<font color='darkred'>Standing completely still, his muscles tensed as the pendragon drew nearer, his claws digging into the darkened ashes.  He curled his lips, baring jagged rows of teeth, some noticably chipped.  After letting out another deep-throated growl, he mused in a very hoarse, monotone voice.

"Kind.  Forgive."

For a moment it seemed as if he had smirked, but only mentally did it exist.  His head jerked upward to the left, then slowly receded back to its downward tilt, glaring at the small female.  His nose quivered slightly, sensing yet another's presence.  His eyes bolted from one direction to the next, but everything appeared as a dull coloured blur to him.

Kill kill kill kill kill... The word echoed in his mind.

Looking back once more at the female with an impatient scowl,  his gruff voice creeked rhetorically,

"What do you want."</font>

 

<font color='darkred'>While watching the intruder depart, his mind split.
His thoughts screeched with sadism, thinking how pleasurable it would be to suffocate her while thrashing her with his jagged claws.
Then again, with a wave of nostalgia, he recalled the good ol' days back in Notios, where he was able to sit and talk with his superiors and equals about various things to pass the time.  Beating up the weakly, even being flogged a few times himself by the most feared pendragons of Notios, oh how fulfilling that was.  If only he could still enjoy the company of others.  If only living in solitary for so long had not deprived him of what patience and tolerance he had.  If only he could telepath.  And if only he hadn't lost his frickin mind.
In a fit of rage and frustration, Zjan charged, seemingly at femme, but changed his course towards a tree, at which he throttled mercillessly.
After he had finished his dealing with the tree, Zjan settled down on top of its slivers and slabs, inhaling and exhaling heavily, his eyes beginning to close with exhaustion.</font>

 

<font color='#A8A8A8'>He blinked, noticing the nose twitch. He guessed that this big fellow couldn't see too well... but he had to hand to him... he was intimidating. Shrugging, Hype jumped from the branch, landing silently upon the soft earth. He sauntered towards them, eyes sweeping over Spiral.

"Hey again..." Hype's speech was slow.. he didn't want to startle the other into an attack, not ebing sure exactly how bad his sight was.</font>

 

<font color='#A8A8A8'>Hype stood still, seemingly unnoticed of her behavior. It wasn't odd for him to not care that much for displays of affection, neither liking nor disliking them. Simply... not caring.

Slowly, he padded after Spiral, now gazing at the thrashing male, expression unreadable behind dark sunglasses. "'Scuse me..." he began, "...but do you take drugs?" The question was not sarcastic or accusing in nature, but rather had the tone of true interest and honest curiousity, as monotonous as his voice was.</font>

 

<font color='darkred'>OOC // Just lemme know if he's getting too freaky, I can de-insanitise him a bit.

Rather stupidly, the enourmous lump rolled onto his back, exposing his belly to the world.  He was not quite aware of those around him, but in his own little world.  After mumbling a few senseless words to himself, he suddenly jolted back onto his stomach, shaking some of the debris from his back.  His pigment-deprived pupils dialated for a split second, then returned to normal as he stared at the two coloured blurs in front of him.
Drugs... his mind echoed.
"Drugsss..."
He remembered the shaman of his original tribe.
Maybe we should try a few drugs to calm him down...
"Aahah...."
He began to rake his paw against the wood he rested upon until a claw snagged itself in a small crevice and it snapped out of its sheath.  An eerie masochistic grin began to creep up his face as his eyes stood fixed in a distant gaze.</font>

 

<font color='#A8A8A8'>ooc : s'no problem, i actually read his profile and love his character. used to have one just like him in another site.

Hype slid smoothly to his haunches, continuing to ignore the closeness between himself and Spiral. Though it wasn't visible, his eyes scanned the brute before him a couple of times. He recognized a masochist when he saw one... though actually having met only a few in his lifetime of wandering about.

Hype pondered on whether the fellow had meant yes. He waited patiently for him to calm down a bit.</font>