Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160322234619/@comment-29559990-20160327204901

Ja'Keil stirred slowly at the sound of Ran'Jiro's voice hitting his ear drums. He rose slowly and stretched, blinking away the sleep from his eyes.

Athorian was still unconcious, not responding to Ran'Jiro's wake up call.

Mongo, oddly though, was already wide awake. He was probably the first one awake out of anyone. He was simply staring out the window with an intent gaze, like there was something out there...

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~ 3 hours earlier

Mongo woke slowly, like the average man would. The Orc was never really tired, and he never truthfully slept. It was one of the main reasons Athorian had made him his bodyguard. 24 hour surveilance and all that.

Still, he decided to try and sleep again, in order to not disturb the others by moving about, but he could not fall asleep. There was an odd noise eminating from the nearby window, like the sound of wind being sucked into a room, and then being let out again. In, out, in, out. And it continued like that for a good 10 minutes. Finally, Mongo got up and lumbered over to the window, pearing out to see what could be making that sound.

For a while, he could see nothing but Darkness, until something lit up at the window. Two lime green orbs unfolded right in front of him, with a dark crevice in the middle of them. They were open wide for a moment, until the top half folded down slightly, like two eyes glaring back at him. And at that point, Mongo's heart sunk.

Underneath the eyes, a mouth opened up, revealing a long row of jagged white pinchers, and let loose a horrible howl that piereced Mongo's ears and forced him down to his knees from the pain. His face scrunched up, and he fell down to both knees, cupping his hands over his ears to make it stop. When he did, however, he found that his hands were coated in a liquid, and quickly opened his eyes to see what it was.

A crimson concoction was running down his hands, though it couldn't of been his blood. He was no longer in the keep, but in a muddy circle, and around him were the bodies of the group. Athorian, Ja'Keil, Ran'Jiro, Falana, all of them. They were torn to shreds, limbs severed, headless necks were gushing more crimson into the mud. It was just him now. Alone, surrounded by the people he couldn't save.

Then, he looked up, and the hungy mouth of that monster clamped around his stomach. That's when the nightmare decided to end, and Mongo flung himself out of bed, huffing and puffing and grabbing at his stomach to make sure all the flesh was still there.

For a while, he just knelt on the ground, filling his lungs with Oxygen before standing on unsteady legs. He then quickly scuttled over to the window, and looked out. No sounds. No eyes. No bodies...

"Still out there," He reflected.

And so there Mongo stood. Staring.