Even the Lifeless Live [Completed]

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Character(s): Dancer Nobodies (NPC's), Demyx, and whoever joins in on the chaos.
Content: Organization XIII's plans have been set put into motion and havoc ensues.
Setting: Vanaheim Gate and surrounding area [F3]
Time: Mid-Morning, Week 2
Warnings: None at the

The morning light gleamed off of glass windows, though its light was not genuine. The same light streamed through every building, filling the nooks and crannies of Paixao, relieving it from the choking cover of night. The artificial trees glowed brilliantly with the same lifeless light. No lines stood behind them. No people awaited permission to gain entrance into the city.

There was no sound… no life…

But hours passed and the citizens soon awoke, beginning their monotonous routine. The streets soon became crowded and bustling. Chatter entwined with the morning air.

And then so did the screams.

Another being made its way into the morning hassle: the Nobodies. Beings with no heart… those who were left behind… empty shells of what they once were. And these were unique Nobodies. The Dancers… fluid in motion… every step precise… They ravaged through the streets, picking and choosing the worthiest of targets only to find none.

Who would quench their thirst for battle?

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A large silver blur darted past the building where the two people stood, beset by Dancers, lunging up suddenly into the air straight towards the writhing group of Nobodies. Long narrow jaws snapped shut around a booted leg, teeth tearing skin and snagging fabric. The great wolf hit the ground running, dragging the unfortunate creature behind him. He pawed to a stop some distance away out in the open, an area already cleared of people, whether fleeing from the monsters or Graywolf himself. Though he didn't like to admit it, they had a decent reason to run.

He hadn't eaten in days.

It was almost ridiculous how hard it was to find food in this place. He had been so used to just being served his own food, demanding it even, but there were no more servants, and he couldn't bring himself to bullying people. So, he had learned with some trial and error, as well as a few sore teeth, that the decorative fruit trees dotting Paixao were just that, decoration. Not real. There weren't even any animals, other than strange glowing white monsters, and these weird human-but-not-human smelling things.

His mane flared, and he gave his prey a violent shake, hearing bones snap and crack with a satisfying crunch between his teeth. The monster released the still living creature, letting it fall hobbled to the ground, still squirming and writhing in its odd dance. He lowered his head to give the thing a cursory sniff, pink tongue licking at his lips. No blood. Oh well, blood or not a meal was still a meal. If a scrawny one, one that was barely a mouthful. ... That wouldn't do.

Blue eyes roved over to the still swarming Nobodies, and he charged their way again, paws swift over the cobblestone street. That violent almost comical shock of gray fur around his head and neck bristled as he dashed for them, curled silver horns crackling with light blue sparks. He opened his jaws wide and roared in exertion, blue lightning discharging from his horns into the ranks of the enemy in one powerful bolt, turning that rhythmic dance into a spasmodic jerk.