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Emerwyn

PostPosted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 11:14 pm


Emerwyn had to act fast.
She reached forward and took hold of his arms.
Even the injured one. It probably wasn't a good idea to do that, for both of their sakes. Julian was scarred enough.
It slightly disturbed her too see Julian lick her blood off his claws.
Emerwyn winced. "Julian, it's alright. It was only an accident."
The blood dripped down Julian's arm.

In that moment, Emerwyn's attention was momently diverted. Her sharp ears picked up a sound. She turned her head down to the right, and saw the most bizarre creature.
Just what it was did not occur to her. She held Julian still, not knowing what to do.

But, she realized that Julian was her main concern, and she turned back.
PostPosted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 11:27 pm


Twitching heavily, Julian winced as he was held, opening his mouth to speak....

About then, he noticed Emerwyn's glance.

He followed it.

His eyes widened.

...And...slowly...quietly...he began to laugh. This was a bit much for him to take in, and he simply cracked.

"...This...this...hah...really IS...hahah...the Tulgey Wood...."

Julian Vorpalle


Emerwyn

PostPosted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 11:38 pm


Then it sunk in.
Just look at it... How could it be anything but-
"The Mock Turtle..."

The fact that this was an island filled with people mutating into animals escaped Emerwyn.

She was tired. She was hungry. She had pshysically exerted herself beyond her own means. And she was bleeding profusely in her right hand.

Colors started to invade her vision.
PostPosted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 11:42 pm


Julian's hysterical laughter grew louder as he looked at the pitiful thing - it WAS the Mock Turtle.

This MUST be the Tulgey Wood. MUST BE.

Tears streamed down his face as his sense of reality cracked just a little more.

Dreamily, he looked at Emer, a touch of confusion mingling with the insanity as he noted....

"...You don't look well...."

Julian Vorpalle


Emerwyn

PostPosted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 11:50 pm


She looked from Julian to her bleeding hand, the visible skin looked a sickly color.

She looked back at his delusional face. "Juul-"

Her frail form collapsed, her hand landing last, with a dull thud.
Her head lolled to the side.
PostPosted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 12:06 am


Julian blinked a few times, watching her fall. His laughter ebbed away.

He turned to look at the turtle.

"What do you think I should do?"


The 'Mock Turtle' didn't say or do very much at all - though it did look at the fallen body with large, mournful eyes. The poor thing had the look of one very depressed - watery eyes, like most cows had.

"...Quite right. I should at least make her comfortable...."

Gently, he bent over her, moving her carefully into a more restful position. Glancing at her hand, a little sadness crept into him...but the shock of realizing that this MAY ACTUALLY BE Wonderland had dulled him to his torments.

He took up her hand for a few moments, licking most of the blood from the wound. He then removed his shirt again, wrapping it around and tying it tightly. It would do for now.

Gently, he set her hand down beside her, pulling a small pile of leaves beneath her head. Better than nothing.

...Once this was done....

He blearily smiled at the Turtle again.

"...Will you, won't you...will you...won't...you...."

Finally spent, the young man collapsed, finally gaining some peace as he lay on the ground.


The Turtle peacefully stuck around, munching on some vegetation. These were strange creatures, yes...but they didn't seem all THAT dangerous.

With a slow blink of its watery eyes, the curious little thing lay down to rest.

Julian Vorpalle


Julian Vorpalle

PostPosted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 7:21 pm


Julian was bent over Emerwyn, tipping some water into her mouth.

When he had stirred from his delirous (yet relatively peaceful) sleep, he had found things strangely...quiet. The Cat had tired himself out with his little tirade with Emerwyn - and Alice was very quiet to begin with.

Alice.

He cringed at the thought. She was a comforting presence, to be sure...but...still a SHE, and still...sort of...well...wrong.

Now Julian was troubling himself over making sure Emerwyn was comfortable and well-taken-care-of. He had cleared a patch of ground as best he could, removing sharp pebbles and twigs - then had strewn leaves over it to make a crude sort of bed.

Water was easy enough - they were right by the river. Julian had (rather awkwardly, it must be admitted) carried water back and forth in the largest leaf he could find, carefully giving it to Emer.

Food was...a little more difficult.

Julian stumbled about, trying to figure out which plants were okay to eat. Becoming a carnivore as he was, he wanted nothing more than to catch a fish...or even a small rodent. But Emerwyn was most decidedly a herbivore...so....

Unfortunately, Julian knew VERY little about plants. Fruit would have to do - and at least he could find it here. After a few minutes of careful searching (and scoring tree trunks with his claws to keep track of his way) he had found some healthy-looking mangoes.

He stared at the mango in his claws, then at Emerwyn. She was unconscious - and didn't seem to want to wake any time soon. But she needed to get some food in her system....

Inwardly, he cringed, his heart fluttering. He had read something, once...perhaps it would work.

He took a bite of the mango, chewing it up. He almost wanted to gag - he had never liked mangoes to begin with, but now that he was a meat-eater...it was almost unbearable.

Then...shyly...slowly...he bent down, locking lips with Emerwyn to transfer the fruit to her. No one could see him, of course, save for the Mock Turtle...but he was still blushing profusely.

Pulling back, he rubbed her throat firmly until she swallowed.

Sighing, he resigned himself to continuing this task.

For Emerwyn.


The Mock Turtle just went about its own business...quietly reminding and reassuring Julian that...perhaps he didn't have to be crazy for the moment.

This WAS the Tulgey Wood. He just had to survive in it.
PostPosted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 3:46 pm


Spinning
dddddddddddddddSpinning
ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddSpinning
A figure visible only in snatches through the flapping tornado.
ddddddddWhite, Black, and Red.

All she could see was the endless swarm. She couldn't move; she was trapped.
Emerwyn tried forcing her way through the endless storm of cards, but she had gone too far in. She felt a pull. The cards were forcing her to turn around, away from the way out. Further in.
She had no choice; she followed the flow.

The cards parted, some fluttering to the ground, left behind.
When Emerwyn's hair settled in the dying wind, a frightful sight met her eyes.
It really was the Tulgey wood.
The trees were warped, striped in grimly dull purples and yellows. Their branches stuck out in odd angles.
She followed a green checkered path through the wood.
Her eyes scanned the branches, an overwhelming fear consuming her. But nothing happened. It was eerily quiet.
All of a sudden, a great fatigue set in. She had to rest. If felt like she'd been walking non-stop for days. Emerwyn found a tree to sit under. When she checked al round herself, she found that she had not gotten ten feet from where she had begun.
"curious..."
Her eyes closed slowly, her fear forgotten.
She awoke with a start. Someone - something? - was watching her.
Slowly, she rose to her feet, her eyes scanning the now open skies.
The horizon glowed an eerie, olive yellow. The trees and path were gone. All that could be seen for miles was the checkered grass, and the huge, black, dead tree that now hovered over her. It caught her eye, and she stumbled back. Its very countenance was terrifying, to say the least. It seemed to reach out towards her, menacing and malicious. This wasn't how trees were meant to look.

And then, a voice behind her.

"Admiring my handiwork?"

There was no other voice it could be. She turned slowly.

His visage had changed. He was completey covered in a purple-ish grey fur. His ears were large and catlike. While he still retained posable thumbs and completely jointed fingers, his hands were very paw-like, with a rough padding on his palms.
But worst of all was his smile. It had grown grotesquely, as had the number of sharp teeth that it bore. And he was showing her them all.

I thought he'd had enough.

"No, my dear. I'm not quite through with you."
He was reading her thoughts. He slinked over to her, slowly, menacingly. Savoring every moment that tortured her.

"I don't think you quite got my message before. I thought I'd make a more... lasting impression on you."

He darted forward so quick, she didn't even see him move. In an instant, his clawed hand was wrapped around her face, his eyes boring straight into hers.

"It's time you learned what pain was before you start toying with others'." His grin widened as he turned her head upward, slowly. When her head was positioned perfectly vertical, all she could see were the branches of the evil tree, with the dead-colored sky behind it. But... something was hanging, dangling from the branches. Her eyes slowly begant to focus, and Emerwyn recognized what it was.
She couldn't scream. Her eyes could not close. She couldn't turn away; Cheshire held her head fast.

Emerwyn struggled futilely. The vision was so terrible. Even if she could look away, the image would never leave her.

It was Jerrick. He was dead.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Cheshire released her sharply, and she stumbled forward.

She did not look up at the face that scowled at her, mockingly.
He leaned over her, taking hold of her hair.

"You have never known real pain, so you cannot truly understand. I understand Julian's pain. Only me. That is why he needs me."

"no." Emerwyn reached her arms up slowly towards the Cat. Somehow, reacting to this single slow motion, Cheshire released his grip on her. Emerwyn stood up, equally as slow. She looked him in the eyes. The cruel, green eyes. She started to cry, and her raised arms embraced the form of the Cheshire Cat. His hair was coarse, and stood up as she touched him. But he did not move or struggle. She hugged him tightly, her warm tears rapidly drenching his fur.
A warm fluid slowly spread itself over Emerwyn's torso. It seeped into her coat, spreadin all over the soft fabric. When it reached her shoulder she looked. Her green coat had turned red; it was heavy. She looked back at Cheshire.
But with an echoing laugh, he had gone. And Julian was in his place, bleeding over her.
Her knees buckled, looking at his even paler face. It had also turned a sick, dead color, similar to the sky, as though it were dully reflecting it.
Emerwyn held him fast, not knowing what to do. He was bleeding in so many places. There was nowhere to take him. How was she to save him.
Then, she heard a groan from above. She looked up. As though by some grotesque twist of fate, Jerrick was alive.
His body was hanging from a hook stuck through the back of his neck. His arms and legs were gashed open, dripping blood directly onto Emerwyn's face. She blinked back the spots that fell into her eyes. This was not right.
There were enought branches that she could climb up there and cut him loose, but that would leave Julian alone to perish.
Help....
But in Wonderland up is down and down is up. So when things can't get any worse, they are going to.
The Cheshire Cat saw to that.
Straight ahead, in the chess-layered field, two figures stood stationary, just discernable in the dying light.
It was Cheshire. He had someone on his knees, head pulled back, hand around his neck. The man in his grasp was bleeding from the mouth, gasping for breath. The man was Ian. His gurgled chokes pierced Emerwyn's ears, along with Jerrick's coughs, and Julian's soft moans, right next to her.

A flash of white shone on Cheshire's face. He was grinning widely.
Emerwyn was torn, trapped.

Three dying men, all of whom she felt love toward.

The Cheshire Cat was laughing.

Emerwyn


Julian Vorpalle

PostPosted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:27 pm


Julian winced, barely able to keep his hands still as he tied his turtleneck back around Emerwyn's hand. His stomach growled and churned at the same time, his hunger gnawing at his abdomen.

Frowning, he looked down at her. He had cleaned the wound again, checking on it...he had gotten her water, and gotten her food...she was fine for now.

"...I'll...I'll be back," he said aloud. Mind you, the only one who could hear him was the Mock Turtle, but...he was getting nervous in the quiet hum of the jungle. Wobbling, he stood up.

He didn't want to leave her there alone...but...he had to eat something. And...he was getting increasingly more worried, because her blood was almost starting to taste-

NO.

He shook his head furiously, dispelling the thought. He wasn't a monster, and he wasn't that far gone.

Biting his lip and stealing one last glance at her, he darted off to attempt fishing.
PostPosted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 4:48 pm


Emerwyn arose from her dead state in the sticky feeling of salty, dried sweat.
She suffered a temporary spasm, at first, but, thank whatever God may be out there, she did not fall into convulsions agian.

Her eyes were wide with the prolonged fear from her dream... and the reality that came before it. She looked about her, nervously.
The first place she checked was the treetops. For the first time in her life, she could not find comfort in the everstrong plants. Those which had once brought her the only solace she had in the world, were now the face of evil.

She couldn't see Julian... The Mock Turtle was still there, watching her... It was a small mercy to see it. But, it looked so weary, so despairing.
She had to leave.
Her right hand was numb. She fumbled with the sweater that had been tied around it. Julian's sweater. Had he been caring for her?
She felt well-nourished. Far more so than before she had passed out.

The sweater off, Emerwyn could now examine her wound.
It was angry. The cuts ran deep, and were nowhere near fully healed. They were clean, though, and seemed free from infection. Her hand wasn't so green anymore. Julian had given her this wound.
She reached her fingers up delicately to her face. The Cat's attack. The wound was not so deep, but it would surely scar, at least for a while.

Her health now accounted for, the urgent situation returned to the front of her mind. She needed to get out of here. She couldn't see Julian... What if... what if... He was back... in the trees... waiting for her.

With that one horrifying thought consuming her mind, she ran in one direction, with all her might, praying that it was the way back to town, that she could escaping the unreadable trees that both sought to protect her and reached to kill her.

Emerwyn


Julian Vorpalle

PostPosted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 3:53 pm


Julian sat with the Turtle, eyes streaked with dried tears.

When he had gotten back, she had gone. She had gone, and he and the Mock Turtle were alone.

He had waited and waited, eating only when the hunger was unbearable...but for whatever reason, he didn't go look for her.

He turned to look at the Turtle, shaking his head a bit.

"...No. She'll come back. She wouldn't leave me here alone...wouldn't...abandon me...." He bit his lip hard, angry red liquid pricking to the surface. The Cat...he couldn't hear the Cat. It wouldn't be long now, before....

Julian hung his head, tail drooping. No longer had the thought crossed his mind, when....

"COWARD."
"Not even going out to look...."
"That's not cowardice - he clearly wants her to die...."


The sudden outburst of those horrible voices made Julian scream. "NO! NOT AGAIN! GO AWAY!"

Standing up, he clawed at the air, his swipes growing more violent with each whispered word. "I don't want her to die! I don't want her to go away...I need her...!"

With a particularly violent swing, he fell over, screaming at the thin air. "...I LOVE HER!"

He stopped, all at once. So did the voices. Everything just...stopped.

His own words rang in his ears.

"...I...I love...her...."

He hadn't really said it until now...hadn't really thought about it quite in that manner.

He had...he had to find her.

Turning to the Turtle, he pet its head.

"...Stay here at camp...all right? Please?"

And without another word...he was off into the jungle.
PostPosted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 3:31 pm


Over the next few hours, distant darkness on the horizon edges its way closer. Rumbling roars of thunder peal over the island and the sky seems to close in on the island below it like a shroud.

With a CRACK a few lightning strikes hit the island on the mountainside signaling the commencement of the rains.

THe rains are smothering, seeking and destroying dry wood and fires. And that's just the begining, the winds tear through the trees, scattering unsecured objects, damaging shelters. The thunders continue, the dark skies intermittantly lit by the flash of lightning, and along with it you could swear you hear the low, mournful cry of a wolf.

The bright sunny skies could only last so long...

Island of Moreau
Vice Captain

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