Principium et Finis
#1 of Principium et Finis
Hello Everyone. My name is Jonathon. I go by Jon, Blue, Kanji, Crank, Nii-San, Robo-Kun, and Tentacles. Most of my exes call me a jerk! XD Anyhow, I am new here, so I'm looking for friends and good roleplay buddies. I enjoy drawing and writing and hope to do more of both for the future for everyone here to enjoy. This is my first story, and hopefully a ton of others will follow. This tale is about one imaginary friend and the lengths he must go through to get his Imagineer to notice him. Although only two characters are introduced at the moment, I hope you continue to read as many other interesting fellows will soon follow. Blessed be~ Vale Amisci
Thick oily black smoke clogged the now desolate stretch of land. A perfect circle stretched for miles in each direction, all within the vicious orb decimated. White flakes of poison descended through the thick clouds, resembling snow and bringing memories of frolicking in the snow with my master. Seeing the past images of my master incited a deep unsettling rage which bubbled forth, from betwixt my chest, deep down and exploding outward at a tremendous rate. Pain came in spades as dust became bone, which wrapped about with muscles and tendons of various types. Next came the reassuring wash of skin over the burning and bubbling newborn muscles. I could not help but think that I should be use to this by now. The painful transition to sudden weightlessness makes me want to scream. Despite the urge I refuse to scream. I refuse to howl or even pout. I smile, knowing my master is somewhere, looking for me.
I look into the skies, the ashy fallout gently caressing my face. I do not fear these flecks. Instead I embrace them, loving the sensation of the falling nuclear ash rubbing against my nakedness. My hair is growing back now, the curly orange locks cast a sudden warmth over my scalp. Far off in the distance I hear a faint whistling. The whistling becomes an unearthly shrieking howl, and I realize that the General has decided not to take any more chances. I clap slowly as the warmth of a million suns envelops me once again, the process repeating.
I have decided to sit. Nighttime is beautiful here, especially since the General was ever so kind to destroy everything within a ten mile radius, I can enjoy the stars with a new found respect. The absence of man-made lights allows me to view stars that are normally shrouded from view. A deep-rooted shiver overtakes me as I revert to my higher form. The ecstasy of doing so can only be compared to an orgasm. A quick and beautiful release of natural energy and stress. Curly orange hair, straightens and becomes long orange fins, which open and close with each breath. These fins trace along my beautiful spine all the way down to the tip of my most obscure tentacle. The tentacle is the only unique among it's brethren, all of which are longer than a human's legs and bear almost indiscernible violet patterns, set against the background of blue scaly skin. My head favors that of the horned lizard, which had the General not seen fit to blast away the surrounding environment, I am certain I would have been able to find a few. My eyes, however, are round and bulbous, allowing me a much larger area of sight than the reptile I resemble. They are a dark green, which in the cool limitless dark of the night seems to glow. My arms wrap around my slimy shoulders, and I sigh with relief. I have to be careful with my claws or I might accidentally slice myself open.
As I sit, enjoying my thoughts, however cruel and cryptic they are, I realize I am not alone. I sit up and turn to see a human, clad in a thick yellow rubbery suit. I then recall that humans are not so resilient as I, and the suit most likely protects him from the ash and the radiation I am lounging in.
"Vanya? Herr Vanya? Iz that you, mein Friend?" His heavily accented German voice comes out robotic, from behind the helmet.
My voice comes out raspier than I expected, most likely due to the repeated destruction and reconstruction of my voice organs.
"Dr. Ruman. How fares the operation?"
The helmet nods as I revert back, concealing my innermost form again beneath the guise of a human.
"Vanya, it iz you. Mein Friend, the operation went swimmingly. The portal iz almost complete and all the pieces are in place. What are your next orders mein Fuhrer?"
I smile, revealing rows of shark teeth set within my skull.
"Gather the others, Ruman. The show is ready to start, and I shall not allow them to miss it."