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Going To A Party Where No One's Still Alive

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Slaiter
Searchers after horror haunt strange, far places.
-H.P. Lovecraft



It is Orangemoon, and the ghoul is returning. He doesn't quite understand why he has come back to Helovia, but here he is, weaving through the obstacles of the forest at an easy trot, black eyes nervously scanning for any who may pose a threat. True, the horses he met in this land seemed much more accepting of his odd behavior, but he suspects that there are many more here who would condemn him just as countless others have, and so he remains wary. Besides, they have magic in this realm, and just because he's paranoid doesn't mean there's not someone invisible waiting for him to do something wrong. No, he will be cautious and careful, and if he's very lucky and very clever he may be able to return to the marsh he once called home.

Of course, these plan are immediately forgotten the moment he catches the scent of something dead.

He stands still for a moment, determining the direction of the faint breeze before continuing on, adjusting his course to lead to where he believes the treasure to lie. It does not take long to find, despite being little more than old bones, and Slaiter is delighted to see he has discovered yet another 'friend'. Something smallish, he notes, a raccoon or possum maybe. Too large for mouse, rat, or squirrel, and not the right shape for fox. Pleased by his deductions, he prances in place for several moments before snatching up a jawbone in his mouth, careful of both its teeth and his own.

Feeling much more confident with his prize, he resumes his journey, cantering merrily down a deer path with little care for the rest of the world. After all, no invisible being had leapt forward to punish him for bone-stealing, and if he runs fast he can get to the marsh much sooner. Maybe he'll even find all of his old friends there, the bits and pieces of old skeletons he had so carefully dredged up from the murky, mucky mud. Yes, Slaiter decides, he will look for them first, and if his beloved hoard is missing, well, there are many more bodies to be found! He will make new friends!

The thought of encountering a living creature doesn't even cross his mind.





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Going To A Party Where No One's Still Alive - by Slaiter - 01-17-2014, 11:01 AM

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