And Now I'm Here(open)

[Donnie Greene]

Donnie opened his eyes, staring straight up as he lay flat in the sand. He laid there for awhile, several thoughts passing through his head. Should he start walking, yell for help, or try and smash the glass wall beside him? None of them seemed like good ideas, he knew he was caught and he knew there was probably little hope of escaping. The world didn't want him so he decided he didn't care for the world. He slowly sat up and took a look around. All he could see was vast dessert, every direction looking pretty much the same as the last. He figured it would be wise to be on guard from this point on, he didn't know what was caged in here with him. "Could be something a lot tougher than a black bear out there." He said silently to himself. 

As he made his way through the dessert he had a hard time deciding if he was actually still going straight and that he hadn't been going in circles for the past several minutes. He was expecting a bit more than this, he thought he would at least run into another shifter or two by now, he knew that they've been rounding up shifters for a good couple years now so it would make sense for this place to be booming with population but he saw nothing, not even the shimmer of a mirage or the odd oasis here or there.

After hours of walking Donnie saw small camp, but the fire they had set up had long since burnt out, and it was surrounded by several logs. "Looks as good a place as any to stop." He was talking to himself to keep calm, he was a bit frightened by the idea of being alone in here. He walked over and sat down on the closest log and took the time to check his pockets but he couldn't find anything. "They even took my pocket lint those selfish bastards." He chuckled quietly.  He was sitting and mumbling to himself, letting out the odd couple of laughs for about twenty minutes when he saw something in the distance, it appeared to be a person but it was hard to tell. He stood up and took a couple steps back, preparing himself to shift if a fight where to start.

[Klaus]

Humans had very peculiar mannerisms. The fact that they could simply wander around for hours, not questioning anything in their path, was one reason they perplexed the creature. Surely they would get bored, or start to question why they had not found any other humans in the area. Of course, the human that this creature was stalking was not exactly human. Klaus used the term very loosely to describe anything that wasn’t Virus or Creator. The Creators he supposed were human too but they were different. The humans called them Keepers though Klaus did not know why. Perhaps to them they were Keepers, because they kept the shifters. To Klaus though, they were Creators because they were the reason he existed. His purpose was to follow their orders and infect and that’s exactly what he had been doing for however long he had walked the dome. The towering being had just abandoned a young rogue. He had infected her and now she was doomed to die, just the way he liked it. Whilst he wished he could stay and witness the agony of death, he knew that he had to move on in order to find more victims. That was when he had wandered into the Fallen territory. Because of his easy-to-hide mutations, Klaus found it quite easy to blend into the FallenRing. Most just wandered past him, assuming him to be an anthropomorph of their Ring. It gave him enough time to infect a few and then be on his way, off to find more to destroy. He preferred not to infect everyone; there was no fun in that. It was better to observe as they attempted to heal their companions, trying everything in vain until finally a last breath was drawn. Their compassion was perplexing and a little endearing, yet all for nought he supposed. In the end they would all succumb to each other’s hatred and rage, falling at the hands of their comrades. Klaus envied them; at least they would have a quick fate. What would become of him when the humans were gone? Would his purpose finally be fulfilled? Then what? Death maybe or perhaps he would become the creature in the cage, just like the shifters were. It wasn’t his wish to meet such a downfall but there was no escape. It wasn’t as though the humans would accept or help him. He killed their kind so they despised his brethren. It wasn’t that Klaus wanted to infect them all; it was that he had to. He couldn’t resist the command of the Creators. The man Klaus had been trailing finally appeared in his distant vision. Narrowing his eyes, Klaus slouched so as not to appear at full height. He subconsciously pulled his coat sleeves down, the spines disappearing beneath the material. It would not be good for those to show. The gurgling sound that emitted from the human filled Klaus with curiosity. What purpose did that noise serve? Perhaps it was a warning to the creature for soon the human had turned to look in his direction. Klaus merely continued to walk, holding his hands up before him as he had seen other humans do when approaching a stranger. He didn’t know what it meant, but from what he understood it would prevent the human from attacking him right away. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he called out, his long legs carrying him quickly to the other man. “Do you know where you are?” From what he could tell from trailing the man, he seemed relatively new. Klaus only needed him to believe he was an anthro and gain his trust. As soon as he was close enough, all he needed was one drop of blood. His commands had always been simple: draw blood, infect. He didn’t like killing but he would always fulfil the commands of his Creators. OOC: Been waiting to use Klaus for aaaaages. If you have any questions about his virus-nature check out his bio or feel free to PM me!