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Hoarse
Legacy Name: Hoarse
The
Nightmare AntlephoreOwner:
scoutAge: 9 years, 10 months, 4 weeks
Born: June 1st, 2014
Adopted: 9 years, 10 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: June 1st, 2014
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
It was a dark night, and it was freezing. The local radio station had hailed it as being one of the coldest nights of the year from the local town. Of course, living in the woods, it was going to be even colder for you. Your family was huddled up around the fire that was burning in the fireplace, covered in blankets and shivering in a collective attempt to stay warm. You couldn't help but look at them with envy, wanting to be in there with you. But as the eldest of the 5 children, you had been volunteered to leave the huddle of warmth and make food with what little remained.
As you removed the carcass of the deer you had hunted yourself just a few days before from the fire where it had been defrosting, you couldn't help but notice that the meat seemed to be almost gone. Hopefully the blizzard raging outside would pass soon, but as you glanced outside you couldn't keep the grimace off your face. Best not to get your hopes up too high.
Taking the meat towards the kitchen, you tried not to enter all the way, wanting to be able to enjoy some of the heat. Still, it was hard for you to manage... As you started carving meat away from bone, a violent shiver ran through your body, making the hand holding the knife slip and almost slice into your own flesh.
Recovering, you couldn't help but feel colder all of a sudden, and the violent shiver turned into shuddering and shivering that wouldn't stop. Shaking it off, the duty that you had to feed your family forced you to stay with the deer instead of giving up and heading back to the warm fire.
As time passed, it seemed as though the cold you felt was only getting worse. About to finally give in to your body's needs and go rest by the fire to warm up for a bit, quiet whispers began to filter into your mind. It seemed at first as though it was just the whispers of your family around the fire, but a quick question asking what they were saying informed you that that was not the case.
And still you remained by the deer, determined to finish up the carving. Each time you would slice a new piece away from the bones, the whispers would grow louder, swirling around your mind. Every time you would glance up to see who was talking, you would find that no one in the family huddle was speaking.
Despite your growing concern over the whispers, you remained silent. It was better that you kept your apparent insanity to yourself, no matter how loud the sounds were growing.
Right as you carved away the last slice, the whispers seemed to build to their peak intensity. You dropped the knife, clutching your head, trying to get the insane sounding whispers to stop, but it was to no avail.
And then it was like a switch flipped in your brain. Suddenly you found yourself being drawn outside, like a moth to a flame.
Stepping out into the blizzard despite the cries of your family, you closed the door behind yourself and locked it. It was a habit that had been ingrained into you from birth, in an effort to ward off both creatures and spirits of the forest alike.
When you turned back around, the wind picked up and turned into a shrill, violent howl, whipping your face with ice and air. But you didn't feel it. Nor did you feel the intense cold that enveloped every part of your body, sinking down to your very bones. All you could think about was following the voices that swirled around your mind, an intense desire to seek out their source pushing everything else from your mind.
It didn't take long to find it.
A few steps from your home, a figure became apparent through the blizzard. It almost didn't seem to be human, with its long, thin limbs, impossibly skinny torso, and antlers that seemed to protrude from its head. For a brief moment you thought that it might be the spirit of the deer you had slaughtered previously, but the instant that the beast turned its massive head to face you, ice shot through your veins as its glowing red eyes pierced your body.
This wasn't a ghost, and it certainly wasn't a friendly spirit. By now, however, you seemed to be too far under its curse to turn back inside and flee. Possessed by the monster, your legs began to move towards it. As you did so, the thing threw its head back and let out a hoarse cry that managed to resonate throughout your bones.
The monster began to move towards you, staring you down as you approached each other, with the creature moving slowly at first. It seemed to want to test how well it had you under its spell, and once it was convinced that your body could not act upon its own, it moved faster, until it was right on top of you.
All you were able to notice was that it was impossibly tall and skinny. If you were in your right state of mind you would have been able to count its ribs.
As it was, the instant the demon was upon you, it lifted its massive, clawed hands and started to rip chunks of your flesh off, instantly consuming it. And you were powerless to stop this.
The pain was overwhelming. Although you screamed, your family seemed not to hear you, for they didn't come rushing out to save you. However, it was very possible that they did not want to save you, for fear that the demon would consume them as well.
As the snow turned redder and redder around you and the spirit, your cries became quieter and quieter, until altogether stopping once the thing ripped out your throat. But mercy was not to come, for you survived the feast, bloody and skeletal.
Eventually the monster decided that it was done with you, and without any warning signs it disappeared. As soon as it was gone, the pain and impossible cold suddenly washed over you, making you want to scream. But now lacking a throat, all that came out was the same hoarse, guttural cry that the beast had made when it had first spotted you.
Finally the world seemed to take pity upon you, and everything went black.
But the peace wasn't to last. You ended up regaining consciousness, but you were no longer just a skeletal mass of carnage. No, the world seemed different. Getting to your feet, you couldn't help but notice that you seemed markedly taller than you had before. Looking down at yourself, you noticed that you were covered with skin and fur, though it was pulled so taut over your skeleton it might as well have not been there at all.
It seemed as though the beast had turned you into one of its own kind, letting you join the ranks of demonic undead, forever cursed to roam the lands and consume human flesh. As this thought crossed your mind, the same hoarse cry ripped its way from your body as you were suddenly wracked with an insatiable hunger.
Your glowing eyes looked around at the terrain, and you suddenly remembered that your house was nearby. So you began to head off in the direction of it, the need to fill that gnawing, terrible hunger dominating your thoughts as you tried to think about who would make the easiest target.
The final thing that crossed your mind before the last of your sanity slipped away into nothing but a cruel, violent sense of hunger and hatred was that you really wished that you had left the front door unlocked.profile template by User not found: ulrich.
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As you removed the carcass of the deer you had hunted yourself just a few days before from the fire where it had been defrosting, you couldn't help but notice that the meat seemed to be almost gone. Hopefully the blizzard raging outside would pass soon, but as you glanced outside you couldn't keep the grimace off your face. Best not to get your hopes up too high.
Taking the meat towards the kitchen, you tried not to enter all the way, wanting to be able to enjoy some of the heat. Still, it was hard for you to manage... As you started carving meat away from bone, a violent shiver ran through your body, making the hand holding the knife slip and almost slice into your own flesh.
Recovering, you couldn't help but feel colder all of a sudden, and the violent shiver turned into shuddering and shivering that wouldn't stop. Shaking it off, the duty that you had to feed your family forced you to stay with the deer instead of giving up and heading back to the warm fire.
As time passed, it seemed as though the cold you felt was only getting worse. About to finally give in to your body's needs and go rest by the fire to warm up for a bit, quiet whispers began to filter into your mind. It seemed at first as though it was just the whispers of your family around the fire, but a quick question asking what they were saying informed you that that was not the case.
And still you remained by the deer, determined to finish up the carving. Each time you would slice a new piece away from the bones, the whispers would grow louder, swirling around your mind. Every time you would glance up to see who was talking, you would find that no one in the family huddle was speaking.
Despite your growing concern over the whispers, you remained silent. It was better that you kept your apparent insanity to yourself, no matter how loud the sounds were growing.
Right as you carved away the last slice, the whispers seemed to build to their peak intensity. You dropped the knife, clutching your head, trying to get the insane sounding whispers to stop, but it was to no avail.
And then it was like a switch flipped in your brain. Suddenly you found yourself being drawn outside, like a moth to a flame.
Stepping out into the blizzard despite the cries of your family, you closed the door behind yourself and locked it. It was a habit that had been ingrained into you from birth, in an effort to ward off both creatures and spirits of the forest alike.
When you turned back around, the wind picked up and turned into a shrill, violent howl, whipping your face with ice and air. But you didn't feel it. Nor did you feel the intense cold that enveloped every part of your body, sinking down to your very bones. All you could think about was following the voices that swirled around your mind, an intense desire to seek out their source pushing everything else from your mind.
It didn't take long to find it.
A few steps from your home, a figure became apparent through the blizzard. It almost didn't seem to be human, with its long, thin limbs, impossibly skinny torso, and antlers that seemed to protrude from its head. For a brief moment you thought that it might be the spirit of the deer you had slaughtered previously, but the instant that the beast turned its massive head to face you, ice shot through your veins as its glowing red eyes pierced your body.
This wasn't a ghost, and it certainly wasn't a friendly spirit. By now, however, you seemed to be too far under its curse to turn back inside and flee. Possessed by the monster, your legs began to move towards it. As you did so, the thing threw its head back and let out a hoarse cry that managed to resonate throughout your bones.
The monster began to move towards you, staring you down as you approached each other, with the creature moving slowly at first. It seemed to want to test how well it had you under its spell, and once it was convinced that your body could not act upon its own, it moved faster, until it was right on top of you.
All you were able to notice was that it was impossibly tall and skinny. If you were in your right state of mind you would have been able to count its ribs.
As it was, the instant the demon was upon you, it lifted its massive, clawed hands and started to rip chunks of your flesh off, instantly consuming it. And you were powerless to stop this.
The pain was overwhelming. Although you screamed, your family seemed not to hear you, for they didn't come rushing out to save you. However, it was very possible that they did not want to save you, for fear that the demon would consume them as well.
As the snow turned redder and redder around you and the spirit, your cries became quieter and quieter, until altogether stopping once the thing ripped out your throat. But mercy was not to come, for you survived the feast, bloody and skeletal.
Eventually the monster decided that it was done with you, and without any warning signs it disappeared. As soon as it was gone, the pain and impossible cold suddenly washed over you, making you want to scream. But now lacking a throat, all that came out was the same hoarse, guttural cry that the beast had made when it had first spotted you.
Finally the world seemed to take pity upon you, and everything went black.
But the peace wasn't to last. You ended up regaining consciousness, but you were no longer just a skeletal mass of carnage. No, the world seemed different. Getting to your feet, you couldn't help but notice that you seemed markedly taller than you had before. Looking down at yourself, you noticed that you were covered with skin and fur, though it was pulled so taut over your skeleton it might as well have not been there at all.
It seemed as though the beast had turned you into one of its own kind, letting you join the ranks of demonic undead, forever cursed to roam the lands and consume human flesh. As this thought crossed your mind, the same hoarse cry ripped its way from your body as you were suddenly wracked with an insatiable hunger.
Your glowing eyes looked around at the terrain, and you suddenly remembered that your house was nearby. So you began to head off in the direction of it, the need to fill that gnawing, terrible hunger dominating your thoughts as you tried to think about who would make the easiest target.
The final thing that crossed your mind before the last of your sanity slipped away into nothing but a cruel, violent sense of hunger and hatred was that you really wished that you had left the front door unlocked.
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