Cyanide Addiction
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The male Lucus had walked through the night, morning, and into the afternoon now, looking for something that thus far he's been unable to find.. Where he belongs. He'd met a few vagabonds like himself along the way, and they'd shared their stories, of lost lives, loves, and passions long since faded. It had been weeks though, since he had seen another human soul along his path. He hadn't even seen much in the way of wildlife, which he found somewhat odd, considering he was walking through the coldest, darkest, and wildest forest in all of the central Canada.
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The time was late, and the year too far gone. The world was not what it once was. Wars, and famine had eradicated much of civilization, leaving only a few pockets of what would be considered "normal" people living together. Nothing had been the same since the discovery of a grave yard in Transylvania. Scientists had capitalized on the findings, and begun experimentation on it combined with human DNA. Of course the Scientists weren't just any scholars, but those of the American, and German governments. There experiments were not just to see if human life could be made longer, or immortal.. But to make weapons, and weapons they made. Regretfully for them, most of these "weapons" turned on them, and ate them, or sucked them dry of their blood.
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This is what sparked most of the wars, the dawning of new species, or rather.. extinct species coming back into the fray. The mutations were numerous, and reminded Lucus of the legends such as Wolfman, and Dracula, as well as many others. This was largely the problem for Lucus, as he had been one of the few "experiments" that didn't turn on the scientists, but looked to them for answers on what his past life was like. But now all of them could not tell him.. Because they were all either dead, or slaves to their new masters.. formerly their "experiments".
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Lucus really didn't need to wonder why there was a lack of wildlife, because he himself had an acute sense of smell, which at the moment brought to scents to his attention; Blood, and werewolves. "God dammit.." He swore to himself, gripping the handle of his blade, sheathed on his belt beneath his robes, as he continued on walking.
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Speaking of "God", where was the Holy Creator throughout all of this; Disgusted with his creations for bring back the forces of Lucifer that had been banished to Hell so long ago. No, God would help but a few who had been faithful to him all along, and Lucus wasn't sure if he had been faithful in his life before being turned into a blood thirsty half breed. ;;;
The male Lucus had walked through the night, morning, and into the afternoon now, looking for something that thus far he's been unable to find.. Where he belongs. He'd met a few vagabonds like himself along the way, and they'd shared their stories, of lost lives, loves, and passions long since faded. It had been weeks though, since he had seen another human soul along his path. He hadn't even seen much in the way of wildlife, which he found somewhat odd, considering he was walking through the coldest, darkest, and wildest forest in all of the central Canada.
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The time was late, and the year too far gone. The world was not what it once was. Wars, and famine had eradicated much of civilization, leaving only a few pockets of what would be considered "normal" people living together. Nothing had been the same since the discovery of a grave yard in Transylvania. Scientists had capitalized on the findings, and begun experimentation on it combined with human DNA. Of course the Scientists weren't just any scholars, but those of the American, and German governments. There experiments were not just to see if human life could be made longer, or immortal.. But to make weapons, and weapons they made. Regretfully for them, most of these "weapons" turned on them, and ate them, or sucked them dry of their blood.
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This is what sparked most of the wars, the dawning of new species, or rather.. extinct species coming back into the fray. The mutations were numerous, and reminded Lucus of the legends such as Wolfman, and Dracula, as well as many others. This was largely the problem for Lucus, as he had been one of the few "experiments" that didn't turn on the scientists, but looked to them for answers on what his past life was like. But now all of them could not tell him.. Because they were all either dead, or slaves to their new masters.. formerly their "experiments".
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Lucus really didn't need to wonder why there was a lack of wildlife, because he himself had an acute sense of smell, which at the moment brought to scents to his attention; Blood, and werewolves. "God dammit.." He swore to himself, gripping the handle of his blade, sheathed on his belt beneath his robes, as he continued on walking.
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Speaking of "God", where was the Holy Creator throughout all of this; Disgusted with his creations for bring back the forces of Lucifer that had been banished to Hell so long ago. No, God would help but a few who had been faithful to him all along, and Lucus wasn't sure if he had been faithful in his life before being turned into a blood thirsty half breed. ;;;
