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Traumhaft has a minion!
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Traumhaft
Legacy Name: Traumhaft
The
Glacier FeliOwner:
Age: 15 years, 3 months, 2 weeks
Born: February 18th, 2011
Adopted: 13 years, 7 months, 1 week ago
Adopted: October 30th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 12
- Defense: 5
- Speed: 10
- Health: 17
- HP: 10/17
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
Human Form:
Don't fear the deep eternal sleep...
It's cold outside... and your body is weak...
Just close your eyes... and drift into your forever dream.
This curious looking feline creature not only steals babies' breaths, but those of wanderers, vagabonds, and all who venture out on their own to find the wilderness isn't so kind in the winter.
He comes to your side in your last moments of freezing death, to ease you into a dreamlike state where you can't feel the cold cruel sting of mortality, but only it's ending embrace.
The offer is the same for all, and none have turned him down.
Just one sip of a horrid brew and in moments all that was once a life will be gone. Although it seems quite a dreadful end, many would rather choose when than leave it up to fate.
Please, take a seat, and listen to the account of one person who almost died...Traumhaft is on his way in from another busy night...
The cabin is vacant with cobwebs occupying much of the emptyness. The chill outside seeps in through the spaces between the logs where the mortar has crumbled away, broken by the constant pounding of wind and snow over the many years.
No one remembers how they arrived, and if you leave, you won't be able to find your way back.
Why would you?
Such a desolate place doesn't warrant a returning grace.
As if interupting your mind's inspection of the surroundings, a rumbling sound grows louder upon approaching the humble abode.
The door slings open with a gust of wind guiding it to the hinges.
You brace yourself and step back when you hear two large paws hit the ground likening the sound of thunder.
The door slams shut then the air clears enough for you to see a figure of a peculiar kind.
"Take a seat, I'll be at your service in a moment."
The 'thing' walks off into what you perceive as a hall and disappears for a moment.
Is this a demon?
Some unearthly spirit?
Maybe it's a ghost... I mean, has anyone truly seen the figure of a ghost?
You find yourself backing up into an old chair made from timber with wool cushions and sitting in it. A bit dizzy from the panic of what the creature was, where you were, and an overwhelming fear of what is to come next sweeps over you.
The strange creature approaches from the dark hallway.
"So, do you want to know why you're here?"
You stutter for a moment, your thoughts and actions aren't quite in sync yet.
"...Y-y-yes... wh-why-where am I?"
"You're out in the cold. It's two-thirty in the morning. Oh and you're freezing to death. Apparently, fetching fire wood for your family turned into quite an excursion. You'll be lucky if the wolves find you first."
"What are you talking about? I'm here, with you, in this room. I'm sitting right in front of you!"
With a discerning look, the creature walks over to the other side of the room and fills two glasses with a liquid from a white jug.
"You don't remember how you got here? What was the last thing you remember?"
You stare off into the emptyness of the room.
You can't understand what exactly he's saying.
Does he mean I'm really not here right now?
But I feel everything.
I feel the chill in the air, my heart pounding, and the coarse wool cushion I'm sitting on.
What can I remember before coming here?
"I... I think I heard my wife, Anna, calling me. She sounded worried."
"Ok... and before that?"
"I was inside my home, sitting on our couch, watching the embers of the fireplace, holding my daughter..."
"Do you remember anything else?"
"I think... I think my dog, Buck, went outside with me to gather wood. He ran out the door in front of me. The fire was going out. I needed to keep the fire going."
"That's impressive. Most can't remember anything except the last five minutes. You've managed to retrieve almost an hour's worth of memory."
The creature calmly walks into the living room where you're seated and sits in a chair across from you.
"Most people?"
"Yes, 'most people'. You're dying. Well, I should say your body is dying as we speak."
"No, this isn't possible. How? How am I here then?"
"This is all in your mind- it's a very powerful place, you know. In fact, so powerful that it wants to save itself at any cost. The only problem is... there's no one out there to save you."
"What? Help me! Please! Help me!"
As though it's as common as the cold, the beast picks up a newspaper from the floor and opens it up as if reading it. He brought it in with him when he first came through the door.
"I can help you, it might not be in the way you would like."
Suddenly a sharp pain runs down your back and your arm goes numb.
In a panic, you get up from the chair.
"What's happening to me?!"
Slowly, he lowers the newspaper from infront of his face.
"Ah... it seems the wolves have found you..."
Feeling absolutely mad, that this must all be a dream, you run to the door to escape from all of it,but then a horrid cramping pain overcomes your legs and you collapse to the wood floor.
With a sigh and a shaking of his head, the beast rises from the chair and walks towards your limp body with the folded paper in his paw.
"Do you want to hear what I have to offer you?"
"Please, just wake me up, I want to go home!"
"I promise you, you don't want me to wake you up... there's much more pain where your body is.
But, I can give you something that will make all of this go away... as if you're drifting off into a dream."
"I don't want your dream, I want to live! I don't want to die!"
A flash of anger spurts from his voice...
"You want to see where you are right now? I will send you back to your precious body!"
Within that second a rush of pain flows over your body, combined with a numbing sting that occurs from frost bite. You open your eyes and see nothing but gnashing teeth, blood, and your own body being strewn about you. The sound you've heard of dogs fighting surrounds you, but it's not dogs... it's wolves. The gnarling and growling- tearing of your flesh as they eat you alive.
Just as quickly as it was there, you were back. Your heart beating from your chest.
"Is that where you want to be? I can send you back! Or..."his rage subsided and he says in a very soothing voice,
"I can give you rest... peace and rest. What's done is done. There's no saving your body."
He drops the paper which he was reading on the side of your face, just far enough from you to where you could read it... and what you read makes you realize.
"But what about my wife? My daughter?"
"They'll all be fine. You don't have much time left to make up your mind, I have to send you back soon."
You never want that feeling again.
You choose to let him take it all from you.
Is there a price?
"What do you want in exchange?"
"If I give you this way out, freedom from your suffering, you must not pass into the afterlife. You will be forever here."
"Where is here? Who are you?"
"This, my friend, is 'limbo', the void, and I am Traumhaft- the giver of ending dreams. Quickly now, you have but a few seconds left."
The choices are racing through your mind and the pain of reality is growing stronger, you can almost feel the full intensity of every bite your body is receiving and the warm blood pulsing out of your veins while the chill of death is coming closer.
"I'll do it."
Traumhaft picks up from the end table one of the glasses he had poured earlier and lifts your head for you to drink.
What a wickedly awful tasting concoction. Just moments later the pain is gone.
You pull yourself from the floor and pick up the newspaper.
A single tear rolls down your cheek and finds it's place onto the paper. You no longer want to see it, the memory of what was is gone.
So you rip it into pieces and walk out the cabin door.
One torn piece is carried by the chilled air let in and is blown onto Traumhaft's foot.
He picks it up and smiles as he reads it's inscription; Local Dies from Wolf Attack.
Don't fear the deep eternal sleep...
It's cold outside... and your body is weak...
Just close your eyes... and drift into your forever dream.
This curious looking feline creature not only steals babies' breaths, but those of wanderers, vagabonds, and all who venture out on their own to find the wilderness isn't so kind in the winter.
He comes to your side in your last moments of freezing death, to ease you into a dreamlike state where you can't feel the cold cruel sting of mortality, but only it's ending embrace.
The offer is the same for all, and none have turned him down.
Just one sip of a horrid brew and in moments all that was once a life will be gone. Although it seems quite a dreadful end, many would rather choose when than leave it up to fate.
Please, take a seat, and listen to the account of one person who almost died...Traumhaft is on his way in from another busy night...
The cabin is vacant with cobwebs occupying much of the emptyness. The chill outside seeps in through the spaces between the logs where the mortar has crumbled away, broken by the constant pounding of wind and snow over the many years.
No one remembers how they arrived, and if you leave, you won't be able to find your way back.
Why would you?
Such a desolate place doesn't warrant a returning grace.
As if interupting your mind's inspection of the surroundings, a rumbling sound grows louder upon approaching the humble abode.
The door slings open with a gust of wind guiding it to the hinges.
You brace yourself and step back when you hear two large paws hit the ground likening the sound of thunder.
The door slams shut then the air clears enough for you to see a figure of a peculiar kind.
"Take a seat, I'll be at your service in a moment."
The 'thing' walks off into what you perceive as a hall and disappears for a moment.
Is this a demon?
Some unearthly spirit?
Maybe it's a ghost... I mean, has anyone truly seen the figure of a ghost?
You find yourself backing up into an old chair made from timber with wool cushions and sitting in it. A bit dizzy from the panic of what the creature was, where you were, and an overwhelming fear of what is to come next sweeps over you.
The strange creature approaches from the dark hallway.
"So, do you want to know why you're here?"
You stutter for a moment, your thoughts and actions aren't quite in sync yet.
"...Y-y-yes... wh-why-where am I?"
"You're out in the cold. It's two-thirty in the morning. Oh and you're freezing to death. Apparently, fetching fire wood for your family turned into quite an excursion. You'll be lucky if the wolves find you first."
"What are you talking about? I'm here, with you, in this room. I'm sitting right in front of you!"
With a discerning look, the creature walks over to the other side of the room and fills two glasses with a liquid from a white jug.
"You don't remember how you got here? What was the last thing you remember?"
You stare off into the emptyness of the room.
You can't understand what exactly he's saying.
Does he mean I'm really not here right now?
But I feel everything.
I feel the chill in the air, my heart pounding, and the coarse wool cushion I'm sitting on.
What can I remember before coming here?
"I... I think I heard my wife, Anna, calling me. She sounded worried."
"Ok... and before that?"
"I was inside my home, sitting on our couch, watching the embers of the fireplace, holding my daughter..."
"Do you remember anything else?"
"I think... I think my dog, Buck, went outside with me to gather wood. He ran out the door in front of me. The fire was going out. I needed to keep the fire going."
"That's impressive. Most can't remember anything except the last five minutes. You've managed to retrieve almost an hour's worth of memory."
The creature calmly walks into the living room where you're seated and sits in a chair across from you.
"Most people?"
"Yes, 'most people'. You're dying. Well, I should say your body is dying as we speak."
"No, this isn't possible. How? How am I here then?"
"This is all in your mind- it's a very powerful place, you know. In fact, so powerful that it wants to save itself at any cost. The only problem is... there's no one out there to save you."
"What? Help me! Please! Help me!"
As though it's as common as the cold, the beast picks up a newspaper from the floor and opens it up as if reading it. He brought it in with him when he first came through the door.
"I can help you, it might not be in the way you would like."
Suddenly a sharp pain runs down your back and your arm goes numb.
In a panic, you get up from the chair.
"What's happening to me?!"
Slowly, he lowers the newspaper from infront of his face.
"Ah... it seems the wolves have found you..."
Feeling absolutely mad, that this must all be a dream, you run to the door to escape from all of it,but then a horrid cramping pain overcomes your legs and you collapse to the wood floor.
With a sigh and a shaking of his head, the beast rises from the chair and walks towards your limp body with the folded paper in his paw.
"Do you want to hear what I have to offer you?"
"Please, just wake me up, I want to go home!"
"I promise you, you don't want me to wake you up... there's much more pain where your body is.
But, I can give you something that will make all of this go away... as if you're drifting off into a dream."
"I don't want your dream, I want to live! I don't want to die!"
A flash of anger spurts from his voice...
"You want to see where you are right now? I will send you back to your precious body!"
Within that second a rush of pain flows over your body, combined with a numbing sting that occurs from frost bite. You open your eyes and see nothing but gnashing teeth, blood, and your own body being strewn about you. The sound you've heard of dogs fighting surrounds you, but it's not dogs... it's wolves. The gnarling and growling- tearing of your flesh as they eat you alive.
Just as quickly as it was there, you were back. Your heart beating from your chest.
"Is that where you want to be? I can send you back! Or..."his rage subsided and he says in a very soothing voice,
"I can give you rest... peace and rest. What's done is done. There's no saving your body."
He drops the paper which he was reading on the side of your face, just far enough from you to where you could read it... and what you read makes you realize.
"But what about my wife? My daughter?"
"They'll all be fine. You don't have much time left to make up your mind, I have to send you back soon."
You never want that feeling again.
You choose to let him take it all from you.
Is there a price?
"What do you want in exchange?"
"If I give you this way out, freedom from your suffering, you must not pass into the afterlife. You will be forever here."
"Where is here? Who are you?"
"This, my friend, is 'limbo', the void, and I am Traumhaft- the giver of ending dreams. Quickly now, you have but a few seconds left."
The choices are racing through your mind and the pain of reality is growing stronger, you can almost feel the full intensity of every bite your body is receiving and the warm blood pulsing out of your veins while the chill of death is coming closer.
"I'll do it."
Traumhaft picks up from the end table one of the glasses he had poured earlier and lifts your head for you to drink.
What a wickedly awful tasting concoction. Just moments later the pain is gone.
You pull yourself from the floor and pick up the newspaper.
A single tear rolls down your cheek and finds it's place onto the paper. You no longer want to see it, the memory of what was is gone.
So you rip it into pieces and walk out the cabin door.
One torn piece is carried by the chilled air let in and is blown onto Traumhaft's foot.
He picks it up and smiles as he reads it's inscription; Local Dies from Wolf Attack.
Pet Treasure
Baby Breath
Snowflakes
Log Cabin Tales
Pile of Snow
Glacier Potion
Dream Coda Caves Crystal
Snowfall
Spooky Tombstone
Chilled Rodent Poison
Toy Chibi Graveyard Potion
Dead Person
Wrinkly Scrap of Paper