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Originally Posted by Sasukewolf (madness) (Post 443200) With the candles Than now suddenly burned out as a voice was heard within the now dark room. A soft, husky voice slient yet heard only by the one speaking its song, singing it to bring it back from its cold cell of hell. The floor aka the symbol of it. The hell wolf, the one of the darkness and howling of the desires hidden inside, glowed almost dangerously as slowly a black mass began to come out in the shape of claws wolf claws soon a shadow like wolf head comes out it’s six eyes glowing pure red as it stares at the one who dared sing his song, speak its story and soon a voice rang out in the man’s mind. Now dark, cold but interested which was a good sign “ who summons me? Speak your name. What is does your soul howl for? ... what is my name?” He says in a language far from normal or pure yet it could be understood by Cronos the one who sang his song now is being questioned by the very being the song spoke of. Sasuke the wolf demon aka the howler

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Originally Posted by DragonChaos (Post 443281) (sorry if short, my PC crashed due to all the objects in a level on WT) The demon known as Red sat in the dark pits of his land, eyes closed as he was set in slumber. As the summoner drew the runes of the flaming fox, his slumber was disturbed, causing him to awaken, which had caused the candles to grow brighter and a dark scarlet. When the words were spoken, his eyes opened, being a bright flame as he was awoken. Soon, out of the circle, a dark red mass began to form, taking the shape of his demon fox form. In a dark but calming tone, he spoke, "Who dares disturb thy slumber? What do you yearn for? Speak his name, and he shall come." It was in a famaliar language, but didn't sound close to english, but since she had said the words of the flaming fox, she was able to understand it. He waited patiently for his name to be said, the red mass showing the eyes of fire he currently had.

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Originally Posted by Aleka (Post 443290) ' (Sorry, rushed!) In a few moments after Noctis had mumbled his name, there was a sudden, cold presence in the room. Some frost had started to gather in the corners of the room, causing the candles to flicker slightly. His yellow eyes were piercing as he stared at the person who had summoned him. He resettled his wings, a few more patches of frost spreading under his feet. He hissed quietly, his thick tail lashing slowly. "Oh, who's this?" He said in a raspy voice, seemingly brittle with ice. Dryft's icy gaze remained on trained on the human, his head now slightly tipped to the side.

Cronos let out a sigh, faintly annoyed that the thing actually worked. Looks like those dumb scientists will be getting their data then. He met Sasuke'so eyes with a typical stoic expression, hardly in awe or frightened of the beast before him. "My name is Cronos Titanus, first of all." He spoke clearly and simply, faintly annoyed that he had to give the man his name. After all, demons were supposed to be omnipotent or something. Then again, he really didn't care. "Second of all, I'm going to level with you, Sasuke. I'm literally only doing this because I'm here against my will and made to do some dumb science experiments. This is all because some guys in lab coats want some data." Cronos said flatly, taking a seat and stretching. He felt his thin hospital gown rip slightly, and he looked down to see his collar has been torn slightly just by stretching. He scoffed and the flimsy material before putting his arms down and looking at Sasuke without a trace of life in his dead, blank eyes. "So, what do you want from me? We can make a deal or something I guess." He said, his voice flat and impassive. Honestly... he just wanted to go home. To his wife, Aziz, who had been expecting children. He didn't want to be here, suffering in this madness. Didn't want to be here, summoning a demon of all things just for some scientists sick, cruel, twisted desires. Didn't want to be in a flimsy hospital gown with a scruffy, unshaven beard and hair in desperate need of a haircut. He opened up the book again, taking a look at the page he hadn't finished while waiting for Sasuke to respond.

Amelia blinked as Red made his appearance, actually relaxing rather than tensing up. She picked up the book, still gripping the wound on her arm from summoning the demon before her. "H-Hello. You, ah, you're R-Red, ri-right?" She asked. Her stutter was unfortunately normal for her, having to spend her time in this laboratory as a test subject, exposed to quite a bit of pain and suffering. She tried for a smile, which was a sad little twitch in her lips rather than an actual smile. "I-I'm, um, Ame-Amelia." She introduced herself, her arms shaking from the pain she had inflicted to summon the demon. She swallowed nervously, trying to blow actual strand of hair out of her green eyes. "I ha-had t-to-to summ-summon you-you for a, uh, a exper-experiment." You know, against my will. "S-So I-I do-don't re-really know-know what I, uh, what I want." She ran her tongue over her dry, chapped lips and took a seat on the floor, her hair falling in front of her eyes again. I really need a hair-tie. She thought, trying to blow her hair out of her eyes again. She noticed that she was still holding he knife in one hand and subsequently dropped it, the slender metal blade clattering to the ground in response. The young woman wasn't quite sure what to say, staring up at Red expectantly, waiting for him to say something... anything. She took her hand off of her wound for a moment to inspect the damage, wincing in response and covering it back up. Her hand was coated in the scarlet liquid, and the open wound wasn't appearing to try and scab over. I must have cut open an artery. She thought, a chill running down her spine. She was going to die because of her recklessness, wasn't she?

Noctis blinked as Dryft made his appearance, tilting his head as well. He coughed into his hand and cleared his throat "Ah, yes. I'm Noctis Corvum." He introduced himself, his unidentifiable accent thick and heavy. It was almost Italian but had a very distinct tone to it that reminded people of ancient gods and the Roman Empire. He held out his hand in a polite manner, an open invitation for Dryft to shake his hand. "Although the scientists here prefer to call me S-23." He added pleasantly. (Assuming) Dryft shook his hand, he let his hand drop to his side and he once more covered the wound with his hand. It was beginning to scab over, but he didn't want blood loss to affect his conversation with the demon before him either way. "May I inquire as to who you are?" He asked, although he already knew the demon's name. It was simply the polite thing to do, after all. His gaze flicked over to the camera in the corner, not at all disturbed by its presence. The scientists could watch him all they wanted; however, he was the one making a deal with the demon, a soul bond of sorts. He smiled over at the demon, a little peeved that he wasn't wearing something more presentable to greet the man before him with. The thin hospital gowns were tacky and flimsy, and hardly provided warmth in the cold room. Of course, it would be blasphemous for scientists to show basic human decency. He thought wryly to himself, patiently waiting for Dryft's response.