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Silhouette
Legacy Name: Silhouette

The Nightmare Noktoa
Owner: Nevermore

Age: 11 years, 7 months, 3 weeks

Born: July 27th, 2014

Adopted: 1 year, 5 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: October 12th, 2024

Statistics

• Level: 15
   
• Strength: 37
   
• Defense: 37
   
• Speed: 38
   
• Health: 37
   
• HP: 10/37
   
• Intelligence: 10
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 26
• Job: Patsy

Adopted 10/12/2024



Your lungs burn for air and your limbs ache for a lapse in the chase. How long have you been running? How long has it been pursuing you? Do you even know what pursues you?

You don't, and that's part of why you're so terrified.

Midst the roaring heartbeat desperate in your ears and the persistent crunching of fallen foliage beneath your feet, you think you find solitude. You don't think you have much choice; you've been running for far too long, and your body begs you for just a few moments of respite. Your back meets the sturdy certainty of a large tree trunk and you surrender your weight against it. Every breath feels like glass in your throat with the bite of chilling midnight air, and yet anything is better than carrying yourself further than your legs are capable of, for the moment. It's here that you assess your surroundings - or, at least, what you're capable of seeing in the dark atmosphere.

The forest that surrounds you is no longer an area you recognize. In your panic, you had fled not only the area of which you were familiar with, but from all of your sense as well. Directions meant little, if it meant the most slim chance to survive, and as such, the shadows of these trees, the twisting silhouettes of wicked branches from above were unfamiliar. Much of the canopies had been shed with the oncoming winter, providing you one small blessing of this night: the moon serves as your guide, and it illuminates enough to tell you that you seem to be alone. Or at least, you hope.

God, do you hope...

In the stillness, the silence is deafening. It's maddening, almost. Every little sound of the forest makes you flinch, and your eyes dart in that direction, seeking the shadow that had chased you here... And yet you find nothing. It's here that you begin to bargain with what remains of your sanity: you're just psyching yourself out, right? Perhaps what you thought chased you was not truly real at all, and you're simply just looking too far into a strange looking shadow. Yes... Yes. You hope - you pray - that's right. The adrenaline still tingles in the tips of your fingers, but your breathing has calmed enough with the passage of time that you think yourself comfortable enough to move.

One apprehensive step after another, you trail forward. Leaves and shed twigs snap beneath your feet, testing your already jumpy nerves, and yet you manage a level head. Your eyes flicker everywhere, digesting even the most strange of silhouettes in the trees until you can discern them as just something mundane, inanimate in the dark. By the time that you've moved about fifteen steps, you start to think you're in the clear and begin to question what you'd seen, at all. Maybe you're going insane - that is an easier explanation.

Your stride carries a little more confidence as you start to maneuver through thickets and mangled roots, searching for any sort of landmark you can recognize to help you get back to where you started. There are forest trails that scatter like veins all throughout this forest, you know, and you just need to be able to find one to make it back home. Though the fear tugs at the strings of your mind, you find the fear of being lost beginning to swallow the irrational woe that some creature is pursuing you, but both occupy your mind just the same.

After some wandering, something in the distance catches your eye. The shape of a sign, like the many you've seen on your hikes in this area that indicate directions of the forest paths. And for once, your heart lurches with something other than horror, a quickened step advancing toward it and growing more desperate by the moment. But the closer you get, the more you notice... It's not becoming easier to read. In fact, the sign itself is entirely black-... And not in hue. It's as if someone had cut a shape out of reality, leaving only a vanta black void in its wake that not even the piercing moonlight could penetrate. It's strange, but-... Maybe you just aren't close enough to see yet, you tell yourself.

And despite your rationalizing, you can't stop the rust upon your joints from slowing your stride in apprehension as the hair prickles on the back of your neck. This isn't right. It didn't feel right. Your gut is screaming at you to stop, to get away, and it manages to pull your breaks entirely until there's only a few feet left between yourself and this... 'Sign.'

For a while, you stare as your fight or flight argues with what you can see. And in the oddest sensation, you feel as though this 'sign' is staring back... Harmless, on the surface, and strange, sure-... But did it really warrant this kind of reaction?

Just as you make a step backward to pay heed to your gut, something decides that it's become impatient with you.

It's a confusing sight at first, how the silhouette of the sign begins to distort and wobble, like a heat wave dancing above asphalt. In an eerie dance does its shape begin to twist and distort, growing in height and expanding in width until its wobbling shadow stands like an impenetrable wall above you. Your heart stops, your breath holds, and terror lashes through your veins like ice as something stands stark against the impenetrable darkness of this shape. An eye opens, stark white with deep black pupils, and then another upon the expanse of void before you; each iris spins almost animatedly as if dizzy, and as an involuntary whimper whispers from your throat, each snap with immediate precision onto you. Another opens. Then another. Another... Until the silhouette is covered in eyes, all staring at you.

You know not the form it takes this time, as you take off in the opposite direction. You know not how long you'll be running for, either. In fact, you're not even sure you'll ever get away...



NAME: SILHOUETTE
SPECIES: Paranormal entity.
LOCATIONS: Anywhere; it seems to favor dark places with stark lighting sources capable of making dramatic castshadows, such as parking lots at night or areas on a full moon.
DANGER: It does not seem to be able to physically harm targets, but it is capable of deteriorating one's mental state and make them weaker from feeding off their energy released through distress and fear.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:"SILHOUETTE" is true to its name; this entity can take any size or shape, but it is always a silhouette with no detail. It is described as 'vanta black' in hue and is incapable of being seen through. This entity takes the shape of what seems to horrify its target the most, but it is commonly seen in something that looks like an owl covered in eyes; these eyes are a repetitive theme with this creature and will often appear upon its other shapes. It is unknown how many eyes it has, or if there is even a set number.

GENERAL DESCRIPTION:
"SILHOUETTE" is a paranormal entity that seems to be drawn to uneasy and skiddish individuals. It feeds off of negativity and fear, and as such, it will spend an extended amount of time latched onto an individual like a parasite, steadily testing and learning what scares them. If it is not swiftly dealt with, it will surely turn one's life into a living nightmare; manifesting as silhouettes and distorting the reality of their victim, making them steadily spiral into madness. It is incapable of harming one physically, but can do major damage to one's psyche and mental health; cases have been recorded of it puppeteering victims through distortions of their reality in order to manipulate them into achieving something it desires.

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