Was it possible for her to do that? She never really tried, never had a reason to. She lifts her head, then taps it against his, only to roll her shoulders back in a stretch (which was followed by the multiple snaps of joints in response). Perhaps she could, just for a little bit, her response to that as the sudden droop in her shoulders and arms, then a low sigh-like sound.
W̺̰h͖̼y̹͍ ͈̩͙̲do͈̲̪̮̦̪ṉ͈̳̱̙̮̰’̙̪̮̰͙t̞ ̙̺y͈̗̠͖ou̙̻̪͎̮ ̱̹̙r͎̗̙̺e͕̝̯̝s͖̞̯͈̰̥͚t̞̭̠͔͎ ̯o̼̹̰̪n̫̲̙̙͍̬ͅ ̰̪̱͙̖̹̳m̦y͚̣ ̬͚͚t̼̮̦͉h͉̻̮̰r͓͓͇̠̤̪̻o̗̥n͇̥e̻͉.̖̬̲̟̬.̱͖.̹̣̬͎
͚͍̟͚ ̞̜I͖̫̻̤̝͔̘ ̟̠͉̱͈̮b̙̹e͈̱͚̤̫̱t̖͙̻͎͚͇̹ ̲͇̞i̮̠̝t ̜̝͉͕s̲̣h̠̪̤̟͍o̳͈̪̖͕͙u̙̻̺̖̬l̹͈̭̮̬̘͈d͙ ̗̺̗̞͕̱̭b̫͔e̟̞̹̱ ̞͍f̺̪̣̮͖͎a̟̝ͅr̼̩̗̱̫ͅ m͉̮͎̳̜̪o͕̦̬̻r̪e̤̭͚̖̲͈ ̩c̘͇om͕̪̬̗̥͎̺f̬̪̝̮̻o̘̠̩̪̫ͅr͖̠̗͕ta͈̮b͉͇͕l̘̺̫e̻̖̬͉͈͙ ̣t̗̝h̠̞̱̣̠e̜n̻͔͕͎ͅ s͓̲͙͍t͔̰̼͈̬a̺̻̳n̮͇͍d̲͔i̳̳̝̰̩̖̣n͔̱̟g̱̙̹̝̜̖͚.̝̮
Purrs at him, only to slowly make her way over to where he was. Haggard breaths could be heard as she moved, then finally stopped. Her abdomen protruded slightly, which was probably why she seemed exhausted, and slow. The she-creature only shakes her head slowly, then looks up to him.
[Low grunting, almost sounding affectionate.]
I͉̳t ̥̤w̭͓͉͎͈̹o͓̦͕u̘͍̤̯l͚͎̩̲d̥͚͚ͅ ͕̩̻͔͔a̞̫̻p͔̝̜̰̜p̟̭ẹ͔̼a͙̫r͇͕ a̪͍̦̼̲͍̯s̯̗͓̼̰ ̲̺̜̹͉͓ͅt͙̤̹̲̰͎̯h̹͖͔̗͕o̰͖͍̞̫̜̘u̲͓g͎͖̤̯̮h͇̜ ̮̟̲̳̹̜ỵ̫̰̗̮̘̤o̘̮̳̠̖u͙͓̖͉r͚̖̩͖̭ ͕̝p̜͙̠r̲͈̭̥̝̳̱e̼̯̲g̬̟̰̲̼ͅn̪̹̼a̻̗̭n̟̜̝͚̜c̺y̦ ͕i͚̹̥̣͙̥ṣ͕̯͍̞ t̞a̜̠̪̭̗͉͓k͎̣͙̱̱͓i͍̣n̖g̩͓ ͍̺ͅi̼̥̫̲ts ͙̼̤t̩̤o̹͍l̻l̯̱͉̬ ͖͓̖̹̬o͕n̝͚̲̹͉̭ ͈̼̳y̦̟̞o̺̤̲͍u͉̹̰̥̜.̦
͔P͕̟̯̫l̹̻̝̥̮̖̬e̮̰̳͈̥̗a̘͇͍͚͔͍s͇̬̯̻̮e̜̹͓̟̤.̦̮̥̝͚.̱͉͓̰̫̞͎.̠̦̪r̠̻͕͓ͅe͈̣s̪t̪ ̤m͚̪͔̝̳y̱̗͔ ͎̫̥̝̜͈d͈͓͖ͅͅͅe̝͚̝̼̥ͅa̟̣̞̘̗ͅr͍̫̼.̫͕̱
T̫̻he̱̥͎̰̗ͅr̰̹e ̥̱̭s͎̦̜̹̪͔e̟e̥̤͔̩̟̻͖m̱͕̫s̺͚̜ͅ ͎̭̼t̻̹̫o͉̺͇̻͙̱̲ ͇̜b̤e͓̬̩̮͚ ̻an̼̗̖͓͚͓ ͎̞a̝̟͇̙r̫̺m͍̼̭̖̞̼y̩͚̭̰̪̹̖ ͉͓̞͎̤o̫̪̗̙f ̥̪̮n͉̖ẹ͕̺w̯͇̞ ͖̤͔̝̟ͅs͔͚͇̺͇o̳͈͉͕̗̻̰u͔̝̠͈̻͉l̘̬̰͈͕̪̲s̠̖ ͕͍̰̥͉̪ͅc̰̤r̜̣o̖̰̱w͍͎̹̞d̠̻i̺̘̣͓͎̹ng ͉h̟̻̫̙͕͕er̠̲̩̼e̤͇̲̟̘͇.̰̣͖
͕I̝̤̹̮̦͎͎n̤̥̥̥̫ ̳͔m̬̦̙̞̺y d͍o̲͉m͈͍̰̬̱̰a͙̟̟͓̤̜͈i̖͖̩̫̬̠̝n̠͓.̺̜͈͈͇̪
̺͇So͓̰͉̪m̝e̹̟̳̮͓͇ ̥͔̲of̱̯̱̼͓͍ͅ t͖̼̖̠͍̮ͅh̯̳̻e̝̳̠̙͙m̩̲̪̘̪ ̘̺̦̥̩͔̩ạ̰̥̱̰̖re̬͉n̖͕̥̥͔̱̠’͙t̤̤͕͉͉̞ ͇w̞͈̹͍̙̥e̮̩͇l̦̜c̪͕̜̖o͉͓m̲͎̖̺͖̰e.̻
"I'm lotht. Mama and dada wath yewwing a wot... tho I went away."
"Awe you okay, mithter? That hewwmet wooks heavy!"
That voice…belonged to a child…an innocent. Perhaps no older than three or four years of age.
Poor child—how can they be damned to be here with him?
I’̧m҉ ̀f̕i͢ne͟. ͠Wh̢ere͡ ̡are̴ ͠yo̧uŕ pa͘rèn҉t̶s?́ ͞Di̛d ̡t̨h҉e̕y҉ aban̷dón you̵?̢
Flicks an eyeball at him.
The monster titled his head toward the side slightly, careful not to cause himself any harm from the pointed spikes that poked at his cranium on the inside of his helmet.
He did not see, well, rather could not see what had just been thrown at him. He knew it was round and squishy—perhaps an internal organ that belonged to a human. Yes the smell—it was certainly mortal.
̵Whàt ͟wa̸s tḩa͟t s̸u̶p͏po͡s҉ed t̶o d̶o?
What a strange place Darkcore has stumbled into. He gotten himself lost after his last assassination mission. He needed to get back to his legion fast. He had no time for detours. The air was thick and heavy.He couldn’t see ten feet in front of him.
He brought up his left hand to feel the moisture of the fog, but he soon discovered that wasn’t fog.
“Is this ash..?” He questioned.
He continued to walk slowly to explore the streets. He got frustrated with the lack of people, and silence. He felt as if he was being watched..but by who?
He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to escape this area.
He dashed to a nearby building to climb up atop it. He hopped up onto the lamp post and then on to the building to get a better look. Just like the streets..he couldn’t see ten feet out in the distance.
Bloodied and soiled fingers curled around the hilt of his precious great blade, lugging his weapon of divine and infernal punishment behind his large and powerful frame. With each step the blade screeched across the floor, carving the ground underneath. With each tug of his blade, he caused violent orange sparks to fly from the metal. It was almost that time…the time to collect and judge the damned inhabitants of this place once again.
The siren sung the anthem of the dying and doomed here. It was one loud blaring note, a warning for anyone listening to find safe haven as quick as possible. Silent Hill’s monsters were out on a hunt and the world around them would soon turn into their demented playground.