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06-08-2016, 05:26 PM
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An eerie call summons me from the shadows that I have so hastily gathered around myself, the gloom of early onset depression lingering in wisps along my skin as I move quietly to the origin of my summons. It's nowhere near the territory I linger, a hidden corner where I begin to lose track of time— feeling like I've spent days trekking through the ever so tight quarters beneath the thick canopy of trees. Where had the sun been when I left? Where was it now?
Curious bubblegum eyes are drawn up, squinting at the shreds of light filtered through layers of green leaves and pine. There's so little of it, I can't tell whether it's noon or later in the evening— maybe it's already morning and I've simply been wandering towards my demise for all these hours (I wonder if Mother is worried? Probably not). Blasts of cold winds and various (and particularly timed) intervals give me reason to believe perhaps there is reason for me to have wandered so deep into the hopeless forest, a harmony of bones encouraging me ever closer.
I find it finally, eyes widening at the tree that looms before me, oblivious to its existence until now (seriously, where had it come from?). Bones hang like decoration from the branches, rattling and swaying as the frigid breeze blows past again. Something ominous and macabre enters, chills traveling down my spine as I come to face a chaotic mongrel with dark hide and red eyes. It's rooted to a disgustingly unkempt (is it rotting?) equine body, donning an antlered skull and scarred torso that lacks extremities. It speaks through clattering teeth and rickety joints, eyes pulsating gently as it asks a simple question. Would you like to play a game? In a burst of confidence my lips open, smirk stretching the corners of my mouth as I respond (almost eagerly) to the question at hand. "I'm always up for a good game." What sort of game it is, we'll wait and see.
"Talk."
wishlist, seeking:
darkxwater | his blood causes a heightened sex drive to those who come in contact with it, the potency depends on how much they come in contact with
» effects last only 1 post in battle or 3 posts in a normal thread
Curious bubblegum eyes are drawn up, squinting at the shreds of light filtered through layers of green leaves and pine. There's so little of it, I can't tell whether it's noon or later in the evening— maybe it's already morning and I've simply been wandering towards my demise for all these hours (I wonder if Mother is worried? Probably not). Blasts of cold winds and various (and particularly timed) intervals give me reason to believe perhaps there is reason for me to have wandered so deep into the hopeless forest, a harmony of bones encouraging me ever closer.
I find it finally, eyes widening at the tree that looms before me, oblivious to its existence until now (seriously, where had it come from?). Bones hang like decoration from the branches, rattling and swaying as the frigid breeze blows past again. Something ominous and macabre enters, chills traveling down my spine as I come to face a chaotic mongrel with dark hide and red eyes. It's rooted to a disgustingly unkempt (is it rotting?) equine body, donning an antlered skull and scarred torso that lacks extremities. It speaks through clattering teeth and rickety joints, eyes pulsating gently as it asks a simple question. Would you like to play a game? In a burst of confidence my lips open, smirk stretching the corners of my mouth as I respond (almost eagerly) to the question at hand. "I'm always up for a good game." What sort of game it is, we'll wait and see.
"Talk."
wishlist, seeking:
darkxwater | his blood causes a heightened sex drive to those who come in contact with it, the potency depends on how much they come in contact with
» effects last only 1 post in battle or 3 posts in a normal thread
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