Hello, everyone! after dealing with real life and the other nonsense of living, panny and i have decided to bring back war of change. give a round of applause. we’ve worked through all of the information and hopefully improved coherency and cohesion; however, tell us if we missed something. eventually, we’ll announce an event to celebrate the re-opening, so look out for information on that. -RAIDNE, THE HEAD ADMIN
From the moonless night, screams of terror and fear resound, spreading across the world and infecting the masses; however, those sleepless nights occurred years ago. A new era began with the fires of war, and with no end in sight, the residents of Selene Isle trudge through life, basking in the momentary peace. Despite their prayers for continued monotony and peace, a storm brews, stirred to life by the continued presence of Rapture and Wraith. And as we set our sights on the seemingly peace laden isle, we must ask: how shall this tale end?
As the years passed, the number of true pairs increased; however, they continued to live in the shadows, catering to the whims of the mundane. Seven Moons kept watch over them all, instructing them and assisting them, but for many, the attitudes and ideals of the organization were smoldering, suffocating. With Seven Moons and the mundanes, they could not grasp the freedom, the power dangling before their eyes. In the beginning, rebellion was a dream, a fantasy, a figment—developed by the repressed and carried forward due to the nature of humanity. No one expected the call to sound, and no one expected the call to be answered. However, it happened.
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
Now, now this wasn't quite right. Is that what people did on a daily basis? Just run around in straight lines and looking lost and confused like stray pets? Or did they have a purpose that Killian was unaware of right now? He supposed it didn't matter as he had a very big issue at hand. One, he didn't really know where he was right now. Secondly, he was currently bleeding a bit on the head and holding his rather warm and newly unattached ears in his hands. Odd, why did they fall off and how could he put them back on? He did his best not to panic too much over the fact his ears came off but his tail was becoming pretty loose. In fact, it was so loose it came off the moment he bumped into a trash can.
Now, with ears in hand and tail around his neck he walked up to almost everyone that even looked at him. In reply, he held up his ears to the person and made a small plea of help that turned into more of an oddly muffled sentence. You see, Killian had a small problem on top of his others. His lips had been sewn shut by the nurse that caused his ears to pop off his poor skull.
Of course, with his frightful appearance and having rather untamed white hair caused everyone to either run away screaming, scamper, or say some interesting words to him. In the end, none wanted to help him figure out how to reattached his ears and tail. It was honestly rather heartbreaking as time past by without a single person wanting to help him. Killian was very close to freaking out if another individual ran off and told him to scram.
Turning on his heels, he waited a moment for another person to talk by. Ten minutes past, twenty, and then thirty without a single person moving down the road he picked to stay at. Until forty-five minutes past the hour did another person happen down the streets. This time it was a red head and one that looked like he might help him. Quickly, Killian scampered up to the man and almost ran into him as he lifted his rather wet ears up the the man's face and shook them. In case he didn't get what was happening Killian put them up on his head to make a point. He wanted them back on.
Shaking them at the mans face a second time he made some other noises and with wide tearful eyes. Surely, this person would help him. Surely, he would fix whatever happened to him.
Even after multiple months of being "free" (Az would have argued that they were the same pawns as before being used in a different game), Az still wasn't quite accustomed to the zeros' new situation. There was a multitude of people on the Isle, yet they appeared to be predominantly nonviolent individuals. Yes, naturally there were a complex dynamic of social and political undercurrents which allowed criminal organizations to influence how Selene Isle functioned, but they did not dominate it with complete, unquestioned control, as Az had become accustomed to during his life as a weapon.
Consequently, he liked to just wander around sometimes, especially since he knew his brother would soon be involving himself in rather public, attention-grabbing occupations, so their anonymity wouldn't last forever. Right now he was just another face in the crowd, and he liked it that way.
However, he got quite the surprise when another male, approximately his age, approached him with a set of ears and tail which had fallen off. His lips were stitched shut, but he didn't appear to be too bothered by that, especially compared to how he was treating his fallen appendages at the moment. Az blinked at the unusual human and tentatively took the ears from him. Turning the pieces of flesh over in his hands, he looked at them, then at the man in front of him, then repeated the process a second time before taking one ear in each hand and plopping them atop the stranger's head.
Az tilted his head with a questioning expression. Was this what that person wanted? For these ears to be reattached to his head? What an unusual query.
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
Killian waited for the man to take off running and screaming like all the rest. After a few moments had passed he realized that this fellow was not going to run or call him mean names. No, indeed this fellow was just staring at him oddly. Was it because he didn't have ears on his head anymore? Was it because he wore his tail like a sash at the moment? Or, was it because he had just held out his fallen appendages? Either way he didn't run away so there was some hope here. When Az took his ears in hand, Killian smiled brightly at him. Well, as brightly as a pair of sewn lips could at he moment.
Lifting his hands up, he patted the side of his head where his ears had once rested. There was a bit of a squishy sound when he did it due to the small little slits in his head. But just to make sure the man got the point he did it again and point to his ears. It seemed the ginger was understanding him and with the little fleshy bits resting on his head in question, Killian nodded vigorously. Yes, that was where he wanted them, on his head. He wanted them to be all shiny and new! Surely, this man could help him if he was getting it. Reaching up, Killian took hold of the gingers wrist and caused them to bounce lightly so that the ears wiggled on his head. But wait, there was more! His tail! Pulling it off his neck he held it out to the man like it was a charming snake. He gave it a bit of a shake and tried to smile at him again while making gestures to his tail needing to be put back on too.
The ginger looked like a smart man. He should be able to understand the albinos needs right now. He wanted everything reattached and to look semi normal again. He couldn't loose his friend, the tail. Who else would he talk to then? Who would listen to him without strange looks? He needed his tail back into place before it died.
The albino seemed incredibly enthusiastic about returning his ears and tail to their rightful places, but didn't appear to care one bit about the stitches preventing him from speaking properly. What a fascinating individual; Az might just have to take him back to the house where he was staying. The ginger even restrained himself from flipping the albino onto his back and breaking his hands when he grabbed Az's wrists. After all, he didn't want to spook the other off right away.
Reattaching the fallen appendages would be easy enough, but keeping them alive was an entirely different matter. According to all of Az's knowledge, it would be impossible to reconnect the muscles and nerves of a fallen set of ears and tail onto someone who was no longer a virgin. The physical and hormonal changes which are triggered by intercourse would cause the body to reject and destroy the tissue. There may have been some type of hormonal therapy which could potentially make the body and its discarded flesh compatible again, but this albino clearly needed a more immediate solution.
After pulling his arms away from the other's grip, Az collected the ears and tail in his arms. Without saying a word, he turned around and simply began walking away. Surely if the stitched man wanted these parts of him so badly, he would follow. Although he took a more isolated route back to the building where he was staying, where most of the materials he would need were located, Az knew he would get plenty of disgusted and horrified looks, but he didn't mind. Keeping up an appearance of normality had never been a concern to him.
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
The albino waited patiently for the man to figure out what Killian wanted from him. Surely, it couldn’t be too difficult. After all, he was the first person not to run from him while screaming at the top of his lungs. This was a very large improvement and thus hope was installed into the young albino that his quest to save his ears may indeed be successful! Granted, the poor dear looked a bit perplexed. Perhaps, this fellow was the right one to assist him?
Ah, but that couldn’t be right. He looked like the type of man that could help him, heck he even started to look at his ears with slight interest. Then, the man started to walk away with his appendages without a word. Of course, Killian followed suit, he wasn’t bound to loose his limbs a second time! Nope, not at all! Just to make sure he would not get separated from his poor things nor this man, he reached out and took hold of the back of his shirt. He held it much like a child would hold his mothers skirt in a busy grocery store.
The roads appeared twisted to Killian and there were less distractions on this route. However, that didn’t stop him from gazing at things that captured his interest for a whole two seconds. Of course, after those two seconds he returned his attention to the ginger; then to loose it two second later to something else that past by that captured his short attention span. It returned for a second time, just long enough for Killian to wonder where they might be headed too. Hopefully, some place that can fix his current problem as well as condition. Note: Sorry it took forever and the crap post.
Az could feel the fabric of his shirt slide and tug on his skin as the stitched up individual clung to a section of the clothing's back. Non-violent contact. That was unusual. Although Az couldn't feel a physical difference between this touch and being shoved against a wall or a bed of nails or simply a bed, the intent behind it was much more innocent, devoid of hostility and the need for domination.
Yes, that was unusual to Az. But he didn't consider it important enough to acknowledge.
They walked quite a ways, all the way to a building on the outskirts of town near a thick forest. The building was large, but not showy by any stretch of the imagination. Before opening the front door, Az spun around to face the albino and swiftly placed his index finger over the other's stitched lips. His expression was serious and his eyes were cold, "No telling. Punishable by tongue removal." However, the hostility in his features melted away in an instant when he smiled, likely not giving the other a chance to register the gravity of what was just said. Before he could protest, Az had opened the door, grabbed Killian's hand, and was currently pulling him along as he bounced through the barren halls.
The redhead was rapidly babbling something about "testosterone-induced apoptosis" and "halting the deterioration process," but most of what he said seemed to be spoken in another language, or else simply gibberish. The building was sparse, to say the least, with room after room of no apparent purpose. After a time, they reached the kitchen, or at least a room with enough appliances to be called a kitchen. Opening a cabinet, the redhead yanked out a container of salt, opened the top, tossed in the ears and base of the tail, and promptly shut it. The end of the tail hung limply from the rim of the container. When the lid shut, Az stopped rushing, pausing for a long moment as he held the container to his chest, and turned his blank gaze up to Killian, opening his mouth to say something of obvious importance.
"I shall call you Stitches."
@killian | can we just appreciate how often I lose my posts. I think the fact that I don't change where I write them is the definition of insanity.
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
It was easy for the albino to keep up with the red head. His legs matched the pace of the other even though he was obliviously interested in his surroundings. The buildings seemed to get smaller and smaller until they all but disappeared from his vision. But what replaced those tall oddly shaped brick things was trees, grass, and what looked to be bugs floating around. With one hand still attached to Az’s shirt he reached up and tired to catch an insect with his hand. He failed each time but that didn’t stop him from trying. Luckily, he never tripped over a single crack or twig on the road while he wasn’t paying attention. He even turned on his heels to walk backwards from time to time when something really caught his interest.
Everything was so new to him. So exciting and so very unusual. He wanted to ask questions but clearly could not with his lips sewn shut and a bit raw from the strain of the tightly kept thread. Eventually, his attention returned to the red head once he stopped and suddenly turned towards him. Wide eyed and with a tilted head of curiosity, he stared at him. Tongue removal? That sounded interesting but what was a tongue really? Was that some kind of food? If it was he surly wanted to try it! But with the look he wasn’t he was given he wasn’t sure if it was really worth it. Still, he nodded happily and followed him inside, still attached.
In fact, he remained attached to him until his ears and tail was slammed into a thing of salt. That was when he finally pulled away and ducked down in front of the container. He stared at his limbs with a look of confusion as the other babbled about things he could never understand. With a hesitant hand he batted at his limp tail. His head swayed with the tail while watching it intently before tugging on it gentle with a sad expression. He send that said expression over to Az who now held the container and proclaimed Killian’s first nickname, Stitches!
Killian beamed as much as he could at the other with a hand clinging to his disembodied tail. If Az moved, then Killian would follow him while gently holding the base of his own tail that was half stuck into a container.
Stitches seemed hypnotized by his tail, watching it like a snake would watch a snake charmer's instrument sway back and forth. He was so inexplicably attached to these clumps of fur an meat; it would be a lie if Az claimed to understand it.
Az couldn't even remember what it was still like to have his ears and tail. They had been taken from him when he was very young, before his more substantial memories began. During the years after the first occurrence, he had continued to feel like something was taken from him every time he was taken to an officer's bed, even though his physical body had nothing new left to give. Sex and the lack or presence of cat-like ears had lost all meaning to him long before he had even reached the age of ten.
Seeing someone who cared so deeply about their ears and tail was unusual to Az. It piqued his interest.
Az carried the container of salt over to a counter and put it down. Then, opening a drawer, he grabbed a knife in one hand, Stiches' jaw in the other, and sliced through some of the strings which sealed his lips shut. "Do you speak?" Asked Az as he put back the knife and began tugging out the strings, albeit a bit roughly, since he hadn't yet quite mastered what actions could cause pain.
HEY YOUNG BLOOD DOESN'T IT FEEL LIKE TIME IS RUNNING OUT?
Oh, now this was just lovely! Someone was going to stitch him back together! He was going to get his ears and tail back! Oh, he was so happy he could almost burst with joy if he wasn't transfixed on his tail in a salt tub. He watched it sway too and fro even as he held it and followed after the red head. When the object was settled down on a counter top the albino looked up for an answer.
Why the sudden stop? Was the tail ready to be put on? His eyes followed the others hand. He did not flinch or run away when a knife was pulled and placed against the strings on his lips. He just stood there as still as a curious statue. In fact, he looked rather pleased to have a few strings removed. His smiled started to form with each painful pull of a loose stitches.
Killian did not mind the pain nor did he mind the fact that bits of skin where jerked off his body from a string that was starting to become one with the body. With his lips free he decided to answer the question with a sharp nod. "Yes." His voice was rasp and clearly not used often with how horse it sounded. With a clear of his throat he pointed towards his salted tail. "You fix, Killian?" He asked with a hopeful tone.
Surely, the answer to that question would be a yes at that right.
