Beware Of The Ghost Light

[OPEN] Beware Of The Ghost Light

Crake Posts: 19

Deceased

Colt :: Unicorn :: 15.3 hh :: 1 year

Sarah

01-09-2014, 07:26 PM (This post was last modified: 01-09-2014, 07:30 PM by Crake.)

He had been working his way here, slowly, because it was the only location that stuck out in the fog. Though the name eluded him more often than not, he knew he was getting closer as he continued on from where it began. The cold did not bother him, not in the slightest. Was he dead now? Had the darkness and the shadows consumed him and spat him back out as nothing more than a walking corpse? There was no pain, no cold, no matter what he seemed to go through.

Granted, all that he had tested the pain bit with was stumbling over some rocks in near the desert – scraping the skin off of his knees. Mostly they were just that, scrapes, but in one spot he had managed to peel off the skin so that it dangled.

Everything was dangling off of him now. An eye, part of his intestines, now his skin.

Being dead certainly wasn’t beautiful. But the power felt incredible. How had he ever been resigned to the skinny little colt he had been?

He was coming home though he doubted anyone would recognize him – even if he looked like himself. Only that cold knew him here… but perhaps he would show up. Perhaps he would like a taste of the shadows himself.

Unicorns were a beautiful species but they could be improved upon. He saw that now, felt as though he could bring them a gift. Kiss of death, disease and destruction. Whatever it was called he saw no reason why he should keep it to himself and his sulphurous cloud. He had tried with others but always he had been aiming for the mountains here.

Roaming, uncertain about where to begin, he heard laughter and spotted another. The sight jarred him for a moment – the realization that he was not the only one being a complete surprise – but he moved passed it as he moved towards her. “Sister.” He had no idea who she was, but their condition united them - his sulphurous cloud mingling with the black dust that surrounded her. “Welcome to the Basin.” That mocking, sickly, rasping voice choking through the phlegm and terrors that were lurking in his throat. "Think they'll come out to play?"

They would not need to wait long, he imagined, before they came to protect their home.