Post by Maverick on Nov 5, 2022 8:57:04 GMT
"Mother, won't you wake up? Please. We're almost there."
A pair of pale, small hand pushes gently against long and gangly looking arms.
There was little noise in the cargo room of a merchant vessel save for the occasional drip. There would be of course the occasional footsteps from the crew, but she had grown so accustomed to them. However, when she felt a pair of small hands and heard the gentle voice -- she could not help but to open her Violet colored eyes. Her head turned and eyes moved towards the child. She sat up in her coffin, dirt falling off her form and revealing pale white flesh.
"Niu..." She recalled the boy's name at a glance. "Why not sleep?"
"I creeped around them. And they didn't see me. But I haven't gone above decks. I always wanted to see the ocean though. Please mother? I've never seen it before." Before her was a child as pale and bald as she was. He'd long ears and misshapen face -- with one eye a bit longer than the others. Though he was wearing clothes, albeit tattered and dirty. Unlike the "mother" he was referring too. Though her body seemed to lack the most vulgar parts of human anatomy in favor of something more doll like.
A warm smile crept on her obscure features. "Alright alright." Her hands grip into the Cargo crate. And soon she rises from the crate. Wings on her back furl and are tucked away. And the creature begins to walk on all fours. She lowers her head and looks at the hesitant child who was as pale as she was, as if expecting something. "Well?" She began playfully. "Come on. And hold on tightly." The fledging Nosferatu raises his arms to his mother. And wraps his hands are her neck.
She in turn put her arms carefully around him. And around furled wings that had taken on the same color as the dark itself. They wrapped around him protectively and obscured his vision.
She moved with a swiftness the fledging would have to likely live a few lifetimes to experience. Wings wrapped around him sparred him a blurry and disorienting experienced as she whisked him away outside the room. He could hear little save for the air from her movements. On occasion, there was the faint heartbeat of humans heard through walls and around near by corners. But they would be what felt half way across the ship as quickly as they came.
And then he would see and hear once more.
It was the Ocean. Just as the mother had reached outside, simply jumped overboard and outspread her wings. There was only the starry night sky. And the dark ocean waves below. The trajectory of jump altered itself as the Mother glided along the air and curved until they were headed back to the ship. As they drew closer -- he wondered as to where they would land. The nearer they were, the more he realized that they weren't going to land on the deck where someone could see the pair. Mother instead flew into the anchor with talons outstretched.
The chains of the anchor rattled as she landed. Her feet held firmly onto the device. And she kept the child curled into her arms. The mother had a set of claws fit for sheering into the side of the ship. And yet she could hold the child gently enough to not bring him harm. And yet firmly enough that he could not fall. Even if he tried to.
"When I grow, I'd like to be like you mother." He said, to which Karine said nothing and smiled.
With everything still, he could see it all now. The wave the waves below shifted. How big they were compared to the waves on the shore. The way the enormous ship they rode displaced the water beneath them. And off in the distance they could see their destination far off. The city that never sleeps, filled to the brim with skyscraper after skyscraper towering dozens upon dozens of stories. It was well lit, but they could hear the chatter of an enormous population in the distance with enhanced ears. Karine looked at the child as he stared off with starstruck wonder at the ocean and what lies ahead.
Oh, I can smell the piss from here.
A few days later....
Every year, several million children go missing world wide. In New York there are a few tens of thousands of cases still yet ongoing. Most would hardly notice a just a few more amber alerts going off than usual given the rate at which kids and people especially went missing. After all kids and teenagers went missing practically all the time. One Ms. Kore Smith would receive as case over e-mail that was far more peculiar than what usually went on in Brownsville, NYC.
A pair of pale, small hand pushes gently against long and gangly looking arms.
There was little noise in the cargo room of a merchant vessel save for the occasional drip. There would be of course the occasional footsteps from the crew, but she had grown so accustomed to them. However, when she felt a pair of small hands and heard the gentle voice -- she could not help but to open her Violet colored eyes. Her head turned and eyes moved towards the child. She sat up in her coffin, dirt falling off her form and revealing pale white flesh.
"Niu..." She recalled the boy's name at a glance. "Why not sleep?"
"I creeped around them. And they didn't see me. But I haven't gone above decks. I always wanted to see the ocean though. Please mother? I've never seen it before." Before her was a child as pale and bald as she was. He'd long ears and misshapen face -- with one eye a bit longer than the others. Though he was wearing clothes, albeit tattered and dirty. Unlike the "mother" he was referring too. Though her body seemed to lack the most vulgar parts of human anatomy in favor of something more doll like.
A warm smile crept on her obscure features. "Alright alright." Her hands grip into the Cargo crate. And soon she rises from the crate. Wings on her back furl and are tucked away. And the creature begins to walk on all fours. She lowers her head and looks at the hesitant child who was as pale as she was, as if expecting something. "Well?" She began playfully. "Come on. And hold on tightly." The fledging Nosferatu raises his arms to his mother. And wraps his hands are her neck.
She in turn put her arms carefully around him. And around furled wings that had taken on the same color as the dark itself. They wrapped around him protectively and obscured his vision.
She moved with a swiftness the fledging would have to likely live a few lifetimes to experience. Wings wrapped around him sparred him a blurry and disorienting experienced as she whisked him away outside the room. He could hear little save for the air from her movements. On occasion, there was the faint heartbeat of humans heard through walls and around near by corners. But they would be what felt half way across the ship as quickly as they came.
And then he would see and hear once more.
It was the Ocean. Just as the mother had reached outside, simply jumped overboard and outspread her wings. There was only the starry night sky. And the dark ocean waves below. The trajectory of jump altered itself as the Mother glided along the air and curved until they were headed back to the ship. As they drew closer -- he wondered as to where they would land. The nearer they were, the more he realized that they weren't going to land on the deck where someone could see the pair. Mother instead flew into the anchor with talons outstretched.
The chains of the anchor rattled as she landed. Her feet held firmly onto the device. And she kept the child curled into her arms. The mother had a set of claws fit for sheering into the side of the ship. And yet she could hold the child gently enough to not bring him harm. And yet firmly enough that he could not fall. Even if he tried to.
"When I grow, I'd like to be like you mother." He said, to which Karine said nothing and smiled.
With everything still, he could see it all now. The wave the waves below shifted. How big they were compared to the waves on the shore. The way the enormous ship they rode displaced the water beneath them. And off in the distance they could see their destination far off. The city that never sleeps, filled to the brim with skyscraper after skyscraper towering dozens upon dozens of stories. It was well lit, but they could hear the chatter of an enormous population in the distance with enhanced ears. Karine looked at the child as he stared off with starstruck wonder at the ocean and what lies ahead.
Oh, I can smell the piss from here.
A few days later....
Every year, several million children go missing world wide. In New York there are a few tens of thousands of cases still yet ongoing. Most would hardly notice a just a few more amber alerts going off than usual given the rate at which kids and people especially went missing. After all kids and teenagers went missing practically all the time. One Ms. Kore Smith would receive as case over e-mail that was far more peculiar than what usually went on in Brownsville, NYC.
Dear Smith Inc,
My son has disappeared last night. And his brother has come home with clawmarks. There have been a few disappearances in the last couple of days but I thought nothing of it until my son was one of them. I talked to the police to begin but I don't think there is much they can do. I answered all I could. Please come and help. One of my sons is missing and I very much want him back.
Please come help.
My son has disappeared last night. And his brother has come home with clawmarks. There have been a few disappearances in the last couple of days but I thought nothing of it until my son was one of them. I talked to the police to begin but I don't think there is much they can do. I answered all I could. Please come and help. One of my sons is missing and I very much want him back.
Please come help.