And woohoo for Ch'dau having a rash!!!

Wait... that's not right...

Great opening post, Giddy! This should be interesting!

Have to give it a little bit of thought, but I should be able to muster a post before too long.

Odd...

If you want to, Av, feel free to send me your post via e-mail and I'll tack it up for you until we figure this all out.

I loved it!

Nor did I fail to recognize the spritzing.

I'm kind of the same way with "shape shifters," in some respects. There are a lot of shows, movies, etc, in which a werewolf (or other lycanthropic type) will transform into their beast-shape, run amok, then transform back with all of their clothes, gear, etc still on... Unless you're an Odo-like being (wherein even your clothing is an creation of your abilities) how does that even happen?

Anyhoo, like I said, I think you've got to employ a little "suspension of disbelief" and have some appreciation of (not necessarily agreement with) the mythos established for the partiuclar setting in order to really enjoy it as presented. If you can't do that, you're kind of hemming in your own imagination, I think.

That's just my opinion... I could be wrong.

Dragon_soul's description(s) tend toward the western cultures' interpretations from the High Middle ages - i.e. your typical "fantasy tale" dragons... But then you've got those from the eastern cultures (and some meso-american types) that have no wings and may even be feathered...

I dunno... dragon, to me, is sort of a "catch-all" term for a vareity of species that share similar if not identical traits and/or roles in their particular mythologies. Like crowe said, you may not call a house cat a lion but you wouldn't be wrong to call a lion a cat... *shrugs*

Couldn't help myself...

Just a bit of fluff in the aftermath of the battle, really. Ol' fuzz-face is wiped out and too tired to do much else but sit there and bleed at the moment. He'll be content to sit there and watch the reunion, get healed, and, yes, even let the little one pet him if he wants (he'll likely respond to that by pressing his forehead to the boy's)... Beyond that, he's not going anywhere at the moment.

The crowded confines of the boys’ bedroom weren’t particularly suited for the Kazari’s method of battle but the plight of the defenseless children prompted Ch’dau to ignore that fact. A wordless but far from silent invocation to Rrowl rumbled through his snarling visage as he stormed into the tiny chamber and laid into the undead. The slashing of his blades and gnashing of his teeth made quick dispatch of, at least, one of the zombies that clutched the older boy. As the Silver Cat pressed further, the creatures abandoned their claim on the child all together and, as the boy curled into a ball between his feet, focused their attacks on Ch’dau. Despite defense of the boy dominating his thoughts and very little room in which to maneuver, the cat-man held his own for a time but, given the number of opponents and the limited space, it wasn’t long before the undead assault had begun to take its toll.

Blows rained down on him from all sides and, as quickly as one attacker was thwarted, two more seemed to instantly take its place. There was room to move in order to avoid the strikes, either, especially without exposing the boy, and some part of his mind knew, even as he pinned a zombie to the wall with his blade, that he would either die in this room with these human children or, Rrowl willing, they, all three would wade out, hip-deep, through the ever growing pool of blood on the floor. Since more and more of that blood was his own, Ch’dau had begun to prepare himself for the former as more and more of the rotting fiends pressed in. He was willing to meet his fate, of course, but he was far from resigned to it and when… by Keziri’s mercy… the familiar shape of Gib’s shield smashed into the ghouls choking the doorway, the Kazari abandoned any thought of the creatures sending him off on The Eternal Hunt. Indeed, the timely appearance of his companions stoked the embers of his ferocity and, as the priest of Therassor hewed away at the zombies at the door, Ch’dau halved another which had made the mistake of coming within reach of his now bared claws. Soon enough, thanks to his comapnions’ intervention, the fight was over and the cabin was quiet once more.

Breathing heavily… raggedly… a blood-soaked Ch’dau, at last, nodded his acknowledgement to Gib. He stood there, wobbily-legged and chuffing, surveying the carnage about him for a long moment before crouching down in the midst of it, taking hold the woodsman’s oldest son by his tiny shoulders, and lifting the boy to his feet. “Take your brother and go, little one,” the Kazari managed to rasp out as he nodded toward the door, “your father is worried and waiting.” From his crouch, he watched blearily as the children exited the room. After they were out of sight, he heaved a weary sigh, and dragged himself to his feet again, though he had to use the wall to do so and cringed at the effort.

Ch’dau tore his blade from the chest of the corpse pinned to the wall, then, and, lacking the strength to kick the thing as it fell amongst it’s putrid kin, spit a mouthful of blood at it instead. Wiping his mouth on the back of his arm, his eyes drifted toward Gib and the Kazari snorted out a decidedly weak chuckle as he met the cleric’s gaze. “You look as if you wish to chastise me, friend,” he chuffed, wincing as the adrenaline seeped from him. He could scarcely raise a paw to offer a dismissive wave. “Go on, then,” he breathed, leaning heavily against the gore spattered wall, “I shall wait here for a moment and hear it.”

((OOC: Anything from Gib here.))

Moments later, following behind the battle-cleric, Ch’dau staggered back into the cabin’s common room and, at the sight of the reunion of the woodsman and his family, the big cat’s tail swished happily (if weakly) behind him. As he propped himself against a wall, his eyes sought out Kithran and, when they found her, his ears flicked in what she had come to understand was the Kazari equivalent of a smile as he offered her a reassuring nod. Then, unable to fight the wounds and weariness any longer, a satisfied (if pained) purring rumbled in his chest and the Silver Cat of Coria sank slowly to the floor.

...glory to Rrowl and blood for the beast!

Anyone got an aspirin and a box of Hello Kitty band-aids?

I wasn't sure that Ch'dau was gonna make it out of that one! Gnarly!

WAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY OUT!!!

*flourish of pom-poms*

Gooooooo, Olan!!! Woooooooooooo!!!

His vision tinged with the red hues of bloodlust, Ch’dau acts on little more than what he’s always known – boldness, battle, and blood – and tears his way through the undead and into the cabin. He doesn’t even bother to pause to spit out the rotting meat he’d chewed from the face of one the abominations as he slams into the tiny domicile’s common room until he hears the child’s cry. At that point, the failing flesh falls from his mouth and his eyes focus enough to perceive the scene into which he has just strode…

The common room in which he is standing is all but empty, save for the furnishings and, sadly, what can only be the mother in the process of being devoured by one of the undead. The doors to the other rooms stand open, broken doors or otherwise, and, in one of them, two boys struggle against the non-living horde. He gives a sorrowful glance at the woodsman’s wife, her eyes wide and blank as they stare at the cabin’s ceiling, before he moves to resuce the lads, then, with no small amount of horror filling him at the realization, he comes to understand that, while she is dead, she is, at the same time very aware and very horrified at what is happening to her. In this intant, Ch’dau is conflicted. Does he save the woman from the unnatural humiliation she suffers or does he, instead, tend to the boys she has birthed and, relieve her of the worry for them? In the end, he chooses the latter, striding purposefully into the room where the boys fight for their lives and wordlessly striding into the room where the younglings fight for their lives and promising to end it for her and the horrific thing atop her when he returns.The growl (or is it a roar?) that issues from the Kazari as he stalks into the boys’ room is as miserable as it is angry and, once inside, he sets mercilessly upon the creatures seeking to rend the older boy’s flesh…

((OOC: So sorry, mother, but I think you're done! Ch'dau is intent on saving the boys at this point. If possible, he'll try and draw the flesh-eaters away from the older one before hacking, slashing, and munching them, keeping his own back to the wall as best he can to avoid being flanked. If that's not possible, I suppose, we're gonna go with psycho-kitty comes off the hinges.))

Ch'dau's not lonely! He's got these zombies and a giggler and two screaming little monkey-cubs to keep him company!

Okay, that helps... I've got a bit of a post started and, now that the location of the others is a bit clearer, I think I know where I'm going with it. Try to have it posted up shortly.

Edit: Actually, for the round or two away that the others are, I think I can cut what I have down a tad and post up, now...

I know Ch'dau is actually inside the cabin, at this point... Is he in there alone? How far back are the others? 

To copy/paste without a keyboard (i.e. via phone or tablet) you should simply be able to use the Edit menu on the Add/Edit message screen.

...because, most often, they're gore fests as opposed to actual horror. Nothing scary just an overabundance of gross.

That said, there are a few that I've enjoyed over the years:

Near Dark (first film I ever saw Bill Paxton in and he killed it... No pun intended.)

The Conjuring (closest thing Hollywood has come to truly scary movie without a serious gross factor)

Pet Sematary (not as horrifying as the book but still a good watch)

Aaaaaaand, I guess that's about it as far as movies go... I prefer my horror in written (and occasionally video game form, I guess).

Nicely done, Bree!

Clone-slaw and fish sticks! Soylent Green is people!!!

...unless Thren gets offended and, perhaps, channels a blade into someone's gut.

As the team, once again, found themselves stumbling into an encounter with ‘standard event #6,’ all Ammpe could manage was a rolling of his reddening eyes and a slow shake of his throbbing head. He also couldn’t help but wonder if Friend Computer was writing and maintaining it’s own Code or if, instead, in all it’s silicon-chipped wisdom, it was farming out that particular task to waste management clones or, perhaps, bots, for that matter. For once, he was grateful for the slow manner in which thoughts made their way from his mind to his mouth. If it was otherwise, he mused, glancing down at the pile of clone-slaw that was once Artie, I might have said that out loud and been shredded for treason, myself.

As the hoverbot, in expectation of yet another replacement clone, settles down somewhat gently, Ammpe swabs whatever bits of Artie there might be from his face and sighs (or was it a grumble?)… “By the time we actually get around to doing what we’re supposed to,” he drawls to no one in particular, “we’ll all be down to our last clone…” His gaze skims over the remaining members of his team, then, and he smirks mirthlessly. “…anyone else wanna recycle themselves while we’re waiting for Artie?”

And DC has consistently churned out the greater majority of the characters I love to read.

I can't say that the DCEU has done the same for me, though. While the movies they've turned out have been, for the most part, "watchable," I can't say they've been worthy of the characters they're supposed to portray by any means. The notable exception, I think, was Wonder Woman (and I'm holding out hopes for Aquaman), but the rest (Man of Steel, Justice League, Suicide Squad (f*** you, Jared Leto... that wasn't the Joker), meh!

I do enjoy the TV shows, though - The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Supergirl, Arrow, all great fun and always on my "to watch list."

...I'm here for you, too, Wolfy!

Not much I can add outside of my sympathies and understanding, really... I mean, I have some ideas as to what I'd do with that information, were I in your shoes buuuuut *shrugs* ... Anyhoo... do know that all of us are here with and for you.

Giddy sent my character sheet with most everything filled in except for name and description. That said, I reviewed the sheet, decided I liked what I saw (minus the swapping out of a weapon) and went with filling in the blanks, myself. I expect, once you get your sheet, you'll have the opportunity to do the same.

Also, if you're looking to find an "authenic sounding" name for your character, there's a pretty good Wheel of Time name generator available here.

We've talked about it via PM more than once, as you said, and, you're right, I just need to back away from my "usual approach" and go all Looney Toons. Maybe I should drink more when I'm writing for this one?

Anyhoo... I'm not gonna ditch... Just gotta get my head out of the rabbit hole, pick up the silliness, and run with it.