The Other Side of the Story.

Alright, if you have read the Nexus posts you may find my next one interesting as well. This post is taken from the same rp board, but in fact features a different character. This one is Ebross. He is the opposite of Rem. Ebross was created from the extracted darkness within rems mind, the blackness within his soul...

-to tell you the truth, EBROSS IS the thing the hostess is eventually going to warn rem of. Rem knows not of Ebross existence, though ebross realizes his own origins. Realizing the existence of ebross may answer some question you may or may not have had about rem and the nexus.... anyway.. on to the post.

Ebross was dreaming, which was nothing new as every being dreamed. However, this dream was in fact a nightmare. Ebross was unused to this sort of thing. Usually, a dream would initiate and ebross would be the villian, much as he was in life. He would be murdering, reaping, or doing many of the things his daily routine constituted. This time however, ebross was the victim.

The dream began slow. Ebross was looking at himself from a disembodied point of view. Their, upon the ground, was a lion, a truly fearsome opponent, a ferocious beast. Ebross the lion, was in fact sleeping. But suddenly, he was awake, danger was near, or that was at least the feeling he recieved. Moments later, the lion gets to his feet, his teeth barred, fangs showing bright white in the night.

For a few moments, nothing can be seen or heard, except for the low rumbling ebross is emitting. And then, a second noise joins in. A quick cackling noise. Ebross has no idea what the sound is, but his dream lion form does. And moments later , the sound is repeated, this time joined by a chorus of other similar sounds. Now that he hears it fully, ebross almost thinks it sounds like a group of children snickering. Almost, if it werent for the cold chill that spread across his body, causing his mane to flair up, he would have thought that is what it really was. But then, their is a flash of color. Nothing too revealing, and only for a short moment, but their it was nonetheless.

The ebross lion growls deeper, more menacingly in an attempt to scare off whatever foul beasts be lurking near him. Ebross the disembodied eye can not understand what beast in his dream can oppose him, for he is the lion, king of all beasts. THERE!! Another flash of color, and then AGAIN! Suddenly, a plethora of lights and colors begin to spray and appear only for a moment, almost like strobe lights. And ebross feels fear. "Hyenas." he says in his dream world, his lion form simply roaring at a medium level. Dozens of them, possibly hundreds of them.

Suddenly, one of them moves in, close, too close. The lion ebross strikes quicker than the eye can see, his jaws clamping down on the neck of the encroaching hyena. A sickening snap resounds as his neck breaks, and the body falls lifeless and bleeding to the ground. The rest of the pack however are undeterred, and the smell of blood only excites them more.

Fear pangs ebross, but he roars in fury in an attempt to drive both his fear AND the foul creatures away. Fear to the namek is not new, but each time he experiences it, it is a foreign feeling. Almost as if he should be exempt from its effects. Ebross lion roars again, the hyenas draw back slightly from the immense sound, but snicker again and again, drawing strength from their numbers, and begin to stalk in silently. Ebross turns quickly, and notices that he is completely surrounded, and waves of the beasts stretch as far as he can see. "RAAAWWR"" He screams again, this time not even a shudder of fear pulses through the crowd of animals, as they stalk in closer, their maddening laughs setting off pangs of horror within the namek lion creature. He roars again, to no avail, again to no avail. And then, they are upon him.

At first, its a simple nip at his heel. Ebross lion turns quickly, his large jaws opening wide and launching at the hyena. The smaller animal manages to evade, and at that exact second, another nip at his hind quarters strikes in. This time it hits his legs, emitting a small throw of pain. Again ebross turns, this time his teeth catching purchase as a 2nd hyena falls to his immense strength. And then he is nipped again, and again. Twice on the hind quarters. And then again, as he begins his turn. And suddenly, he is bleeding. One of the beasts manages to open a slight wound on his body, and the sight of blood from their foe turns the hyena's into crazed monsters. They begin to nip at him more ferociously, not even waiting for him to turn away. Multiple teeths sink in along his sides, and a single one manages to latch onto his nose even.

Ebross screams in pain and terror as he begins to fight for his life. He throws his neck around, dislodging the animal in front of him, and kicks backwards, slamming two of the hyenas in the face. He snaps his jaws quickly, again and again, finding purchase every so often, forcing a disengagement from his foes even when he doesn't. But the battle is already in full swing. Teeth sink in upon his quarters and neck now, biting deep, drawing blood, more and more blood with each passing second. Pain erupts within him as a single hyena manages to latch onto his lower neck, opening a profuse wound and enfrenzying the rest of the herd. Ebross lion screams one more time, at this point realizing the battle is lost and only cursing the gods for the injustice of this sort of demise.

That sort of cognitive thought, along with the sounds of battle, and the immense pain awaken the namek. Suddenly, the visions of hyenas and Namek lions are replaced, and almost completely lost to memory as the namek warrior opens his eyes, and wishes to all the Kai's that he had not. Dozens of Demon spawn are crawling over him, teeth bared, purple ooze trickling down their mouths. Ebross does not realize what it is for a moment, until he looks down upon his prone body, and sees himself...

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Ebross screams, in full pain, torture, hate, and all the negativity possessed within his being. As he looks down, he realizes that the chances of his survival are slim. As he looks down, he realizes that the chances of him getting his revenge on the namekian peoples is slim. As he looks down, he notices that in fact, HE is a little more slim. Or rather, that parts of him are missing. Ebross looks up, and sees a single demon spawn chewing on what appears to be cud, but is in fact, a fist sized portion of namekian muscle and meat. Ebross screams again, this time his rage overcoming his pain.

A dozen demonspawn around ebross are all gnashing their teeth in hunger. Another dozen more and chewing with their mouths, from the meat they have flayed from the still live namekian. Others, have their hands filled with skin and muscles they have pulled from the body of the evil namekian warrior. And more of the bastards are coming closer.

Ebross screams again, not noticing that the despair crystal he wears at all times is missing, discarded in the chaos that was the namekian feast. He screams again, not noticing that his body is beginning to glow. He screams again, noticing the slight looks of interest and amusement arising in the eyes of the demon spawn. Apparently, they find it amusing when their food screams. Damn them, damn them back to HELL!! Ebross is thinking as he screams....