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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 7:45 am
 Judas only moved openly at night. It was the only time the blood dripping from his body didn't seem to bother those who walked by him. He kept close to the shadows, his head ducked down and his tail between his legs. The thorns forever wrapped around it kept nicking at his inner thighs, but he'd rather risk that than someone else running into the thorns. Despite his pain, he was still selfless.
When it hurt to much to continue on, he found an alley obscure from light and sound. He practically collapsed onto the damp ground, unsure of what was there, but at this point in time, he didn't care if he was lying in toxic waste or excrement. He just wanted to rest.
His limbs ached horribly and his throat was acting up more than usual. He chocked that up to the cold air he had been gasping in. His red gaze stared up blankly at the moon. He wondered if this would be like this for eternity, or if one day he'd be free from this prison of pain and torture.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 8:57 am
Oran was walking down the road still trying to get used to his new state of being. Nothing could shatter the pride he felt. He had succeeded, his experiment had works irregardless of the... side effects. So he wore a smile as he strode down the street. The scent of blood that wasn't his own caught his attention. Curiously he followed the scent into a dank alleyway where a noodle was currently laying. "Excuse me, but what are you doing down here?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:11 am
Judas couldn't move his neck, so he desperately strained his eyes to look up at the other. He didn't know if he should be afraid, threatened, or fine with this male. He figured if he was asking about his state of being here, that the other had to not be so bad.
"I have no where to go." The words were like shards of glass as his vocal chords were forced to pour sound from their forever aching wounds. His voice came out soft, barely above a whisper and scratchy like a man suffering a violent cold. He closed his eyes, unable to keep looking up at the noodle in the white jacket.
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Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2011 9:30 am
Oran looked the noodle over and saw even with the darkness the condition of the perpetually bleeding noodle. Seeing this male in such a state made him want to study him more. "Well now you do, the alley is no place for any noodle." He stooped down and nudged the noodle gently, "Do you have enough strength to stand for a moment?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:30 pm
Judas blinked in confusion. He had a place to go? Where? His eyes scanned the other noodle. He wasn't one to judge based on looks, in fact, he was far from that. But was he sure he could completely trust this other? What was this male getting at? Judas, just didn't want to get hurt again.
"Yeah, I can manage." He groaned, standing up, as he bit into his lip, trying to keep from shrieking. The bleeding was getting worse. It always got bad when the moon was full. He looked at the other, feeling the shame rise in his eyes.
"I'm sorry...I'm such a mess..."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 9:12 pm
Oran smiled lightly as he helped Judas onto his back. "I don't mind really. I'm not a stranger to blood." He slowly made his way out of the alley and onto the walkway. In the dim glow of the streetlights His own injuries from his last experiment were more visible. "So what is your name? I'm Oran." This noodle seemed rather skiddish, to be honest it was rather cute, but it was understandable with his condition. Hell, at times Oran felt the same way.
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