the Rift


[OPEN] musings of the dead innocent

Amara Posts: 136
Outcast atk: 6 | def: 8.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.1 hh :: 6 years HP: 60.5 | Buff: NOVICE
Sameira :: Royal Hellhound :: Hellfire dark
#3

She was a witch, a monster.

Her flesh fell from her frame, hanging from her sides. A rotten stench fills the air as she walks bringing animals to flee in her wake. Her bones have mutated, jutting from her rotten skin. Spikes unevenly weave from her spine, gnarled bones. Her skin itself has turned into a grey matter, black dusting her back and legs. Her eyes have faded, only a twinge of gold still remaining in her pale orbs. A horrendous green dust trails behind her, and with every plant the cloud touches, it withers away. She drains life from the grass her cracked hooves touch, leaving black patches of grass behind her. Her consciousness was faded, dominated by a devious monster who constantly repeated three words. Infect... spread... disease. She slinks through the forest, weaving through trees.

The rotted flesh around her lips makes her smile stretch up towards her cheeks, small bits of skin holding her bottom jaw to her skull. She lets loose a cackle as the scent of innocents seeps into her nostrils. Torn lobes waver as voices are heard. A sweet harmony rings as fleshy lips tear open, a sweet echoing falls from her twitching lips. "Come out, come out my sweets..." She opens her gnarled wings, flapping them as she lurches forward. She jumps through the trees, limbs flailing wildly as jaws snap.

She sees two unwinged, defenseless. A hideous grin is sprawled across her lips as she cackles. She lunges forward for the speckled girl. She looked smaller than the other one, who was younger than she. The other filly, the bay, she avoided. Her time was soon... she knew it. Already it grows. A deep, demonic voice whispers into the back of her mind. She screeches as she speeds towards the chestnut paint, wishing to bite deeply into the flesh of the girl. She would spread what disease she retained in her saliva, the disease the Dark had given her. "You cannot escape the touch of death." She hacks, small spores of the disease released from her lungs. Raising herself up, she strikes her legs about. "Darkness will rise! It will consume all!"

"Talk talk talk."
[i reeeaaally love infected Amara]
Image Credits


Messages In This Thread
musings of the dead innocent - by Micha - 12-21-2013, 01:24 PM
RE: musings of the dead innocent - by Abishia - 01-05-2014, 08:21 PM
RE: musings of the dead innocent - by Amara - 01-07-2014, 02:36 PM
RE: musings of the dead innocent - by Official - 01-07-2014, 11:45 PM
RE: musings of the dead innocent - by Abishia - 01-08-2014, 10:09 PM

Forum Jump:


RPGfix Equi-venture