Last breath of a survivor

[DROP] Last breath of a survivor

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Helovian Ancient

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#31

09-15-2013, 11:07 PM

When the Four disappeared, the Mortals were overcome with fear. Two have returned. The Mortals have hope again.

Let's see what we can do about that, shall we?

The night is still dark, still full of terrors. The doe is dying, and what's a little death without a bit of ill-intentioned mischief to go along with it? She had called to it, after all, the darkness, beckoned it closer with her mention of it. Now its tendrils are reaching out for her, for all of them, and there's nothing they can do to stop it. Onward they come, grinning little minions of death, all matte black goo and glowing red eyes. Perhaps you might see a hint of horns on their brows, marking them as demons, but it will be short-lived, for their forms are ever-changing as the substance that makes them shifts and melts and flows. They are darkness, and they are death, and they are out to have fun tonight.

What are they? Where did they come from? Why are they here?

Well, I cannot answer the last, my dears, but I can tell you this: they are made of the darkest tar the night can bring, summoned forth by the evils fought by the Four upon their disappearance from the land. Two have returned, but they have not claimed victory, and so the darkness clamors on.

Low thuds and squelches can be heard as they emerge from the trees, drawing closer to the gathering. The doe's lights are fading, oh, yes, she's very close now. The relentless onslaught of cackles - audible, though they make no sound - it could almost be in your head, surrounding you, threatening to break you - they draw ever nearer, and that's when the real fun begins. The holes are what they target first, for there are many, in all different places. Their feet - do they even have feet? Or are they just oozing across the ground? - fill the holes with muck, ruining the nests that had been placed there.

And do you notice that the tar is spreading? It moves over the ground, lapping against the doe's body before sticking, pulling it way up her sides, as though attempting to envelope her. Death is near, and they don't want to wait much longer. Perhaps you still hear the mad laughter ricocheting around your mind as they leer gleefully at you. And then you will realize that they are all one and the same, connected by the same muck that laps at your hooves, pulling and holding you in place. And then it begins to rise, hoping to claim even more of you, trying to grow until it can drown you.

Now you find that they can jump. They leap for the boxes and sacks carried so carefully by the Children of the Four. They reach for the nests and place ruin and destruction upon them, for their tar only seems to grow where it lands, multiplying and spreading and covering everything in its path. There are many, but there is only one. They are devouring you, and the doe, and the child, and they are grinning and laughing and dancing as they weave their intricate web of darkness around your feet.

Can you break free?

Can you stop the madness?

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