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Aimery has a minion!
I fear the Mutant Moon
I fear the Mutant Moon
Aimery
The
Darkmatter KumosOwner:
AnachronismAge: 1 year, 3 months, 2 weeks
Born: February 4th, 2012
Adopted: 1 year, 3 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: February 4th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 186
- Job: Unemployed
11th May, 1885
The servants mentioned catching sight of a large dog skulking about the perimeter of the property for the past few nights. It could have been that someone's hound had gotten loose, but I thought it far more likely that there was a stray about.
A stable boy swore it was a wolf. He claimed he saw the pricked ears, the bushy tail. That it had howled like no dog he'd ever heard, and was a right big brute besides. Wolves venturing this far is uncommon, but not unheard of. Whatever the case, the beast needed to be driven off or slain. With that in mind, I and two other men went looking for it last night.
We discovered neither dog nor wolf, but a man slinking about in the shadows. He was growling and snarling most dreadfully, and appeared to be quite mad. One of my companions shouted at him and threw a stone, hoping to scare him off. It only served to agitate him, and he leapt at us, teeth bared. I moved in front of my friend to shield him, and the madman bit down on my arm and clung there, growling.
The wound has been cleaned and bandaged. It looked worse than it really was, what with the rascal having actually drawn blood. The doctor says it does not look infected, and should heal with no further complications. I suppose I am lucky, as who knows what sort of dreadful sickness that lunatic could have passed to me otherwise!
13th May, 1885
I cannot for the life of me remember last night. It is not as if I had anything to drink, and drinking oneself into insensibility is uncouth besides. Curiouser yet, there were leaves and brambles stuck in my clothing this morning. My hands and feet were also dirty, and I was exhausted, as if I had not slept a wink, but had instead been roaming about who knows where.
Perhaps I am feeling a touch overburdened. It has not been that long since Father passed, leaving me head of the household. I am twenty years old, no longer a child, although I am aware that much of the staff thinks of me that way. Even if they didn't, Mother certainly does. Abigail and Rosemarie are both younger than me and they still tease me as if my new position held no bearing. I suppose it's to be expected as they are my sisters, but still, I feel as if I deserve a bit more respect than that.
17th May, 1885
Been uncharacteristically irritable as of late. I have never been the type to rouse to anger easily, but now I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep my temper in check. It frightens me. This isn't like me. I snapped at one of the maids and hurled a vase at the wall earlier.
I've been trying to spend more time alone. Maybe...maybe I am overworked. Maybe if I stay away from other people for a while, my nerves will settle. Maybe. Possibly. I hope.
The sleepwalking persists.
18th May, 1885
Sounds and smells seem magnified somehow. I haven't the faintest idea why, only that the ladies all seem to be wearing far too much perfume and that I am able to hear quiet conversations from the next room over. I don't know what's happening to me or why, and it's upsetting me greatly.
Maybe whatever that madman was afflicted with was contagious. Maybe I am falling ill.
I need to see the doctor again.
20th May, 1885
The doctor can find nothing wrong with me. Nothing physical, anyway. He says that I am in perfect health, and cannot determine the reason for my changes in temperament, the sleepwalking, the heightened senses. All he can suggest is that the madman's attack might have shaken me up more than I thought.
Yes, that could be a possibility, couldn't it? The shock of being attacked like that must have traumatized me somehow.
To my dearest Mother and sisters,
By the time you read this, I will be gone. Do not bother searching for me; I do not wish to be found. You will never see me again. Pray you never see me again.
It seems that bite was worse than anyone had thought; the man who bit me was a werewolf and now, so am I. You saw how my temperament was changing, my odd behavior, the heightened senses, the sleepwalking. Those were merely symptoms, and had we but known, my condition would have been curable. It's too late for me now.
Under the light of the moon I change into a dreadful monster. In this state, I only know the desire to hunt and kill. I cannot be reasoned with; no matter how much you beg or plead I will not listen. I only regain my wits when the sun rises and I return to human form.
Silver is your best weapon against me. I am repulsed by the very presence of it. A silver bullet will kill me. I suggest that you have some made. I hope and pray you'll never have to use them, but if I ever find my way back home, you will need them. Do not hesitate; shoot me dead. Do not allow me any sort of chance, for I won't afford you the same.
Finally, I do apologize for the shaky penmanship and the tear-stains on the paper. I find that I'm crying.
Goodbye forever,
Aimery
The servants mentioned catching sight of a large dog skulking about the perimeter of the property for the past few nights. It could have been that someone's hound had gotten loose, but I thought it far more likely that there was a stray about.
A stable boy swore it was a wolf. He claimed he saw the pricked ears, the bushy tail. That it had howled like no dog he'd ever heard, and was a right big brute besides. Wolves venturing this far is uncommon, but not unheard of. Whatever the case, the beast needed to be driven off or slain. With that in mind, I and two other men went looking for it last night.
We discovered neither dog nor wolf, but a man slinking about in the shadows. He was growling and snarling most dreadfully, and appeared to be quite mad. One of my companions shouted at him and threw a stone, hoping to scare him off. It only served to agitate him, and he leapt at us, teeth bared. I moved in front of my friend to shield him, and the madman bit down on my arm and clung there, growling.
The wound has been cleaned and bandaged. It looked worse than it really was, what with the rascal having actually drawn blood. The doctor says it does not look infected, and should heal with no further complications. I suppose I am lucky, as who knows what sort of dreadful sickness that lunatic could have passed to me otherwise!
13th May, 1885
I cannot for the life of me remember last night. It is not as if I had anything to drink, and drinking oneself into insensibility is uncouth besides. Curiouser yet, there were leaves and brambles stuck in my clothing this morning. My hands and feet were also dirty, and I was exhausted, as if I had not slept a wink, but had instead been roaming about who knows where.
Perhaps I am feeling a touch overburdened. It has not been that long since Father passed, leaving me head of the household. I am twenty years old, no longer a child, although I am aware that much of the staff thinks of me that way. Even if they didn't, Mother certainly does. Abigail and Rosemarie are both younger than me and they still tease me as if my new position held no bearing. I suppose it's to be expected as they are my sisters, but still, I feel as if I deserve a bit more respect than that.
17th May, 1885
Been uncharacteristically irritable as of late. I have never been the type to rouse to anger easily, but now I'm finding it increasingly difficult to keep my temper in check. It frightens me. This isn't like me. I snapped at one of the maids and hurled a vase at the wall earlier.
I've been trying to spend more time alone. Maybe...maybe I am overworked. Maybe if I stay away from other people for a while, my nerves will settle. Maybe. Possibly. I hope.
The sleepwalking persists.
18th May, 1885
Sounds and smells seem magnified somehow. I haven't the faintest idea why, only that the ladies all seem to be wearing far too much perfume and that I am able to hear quiet conversations from the next room over. I don't know what's happening to me or why, and it's upsetting me greatly.
Maybe whatever that madman was afflicted with was contagious. Maybe I am falling ill.
I need to see the doctor again.
20th May, 1885
The doctor can find nothing wrong with me. Nothing physical, anyway. He says that I am in perfect health, and cannot determine the reason for my changes in temperament, the sleepwalking, the heightened senses. All he can suggest is that the madman's attack might have shaken me up more than I thought.
Yes, that could be a possibility, couldn't it? The shock of being attacked like that must have traumatized me somehow.
To my dearest Mother and sisters,
By the time you read this, I will be gone. Do not bother searching for me; I do not wish to be found. You will never see me again. Pray you never see me again.
It seems that bite was worse than anyone had thought; the man who bit me was a werewolf and now, so am I. You saw how my temperament was changing, my odd behavior, the heightened senses, the sleepwalking. Those were merely symptoms, and had we but known, my condition would have been curable. It's too late for me now.
Under the light of the moon I change into a dreadful monster. In this state, I only know the desire to hunt and kill. I cannot be reasoned with; no matter how much you beg or plead I will not listen. I only regain my wits when the sun rises and I return to human form.
Silver is your best weapon against me. I am repulsed by the very presence of it. A silver bullet will kill me. I suggest that you have some made. I hope and pray you'll never have to use them, but if I ever find my way back home, you will need them. Do not hesitate; shoot me dead. Do not allow me any sort of chance, for I won't afford you the same.
Finally, I do apologize for the shaky penmanship and the tear-stains on the paper. I find that I'm crying.
Goodbye forever,
Aimery
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