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The Wight has a minion!

Chills the Haunted Forest Spirit




The Wight


The Bloodred Torrey
Owner: Babycake

Age: 5 years, 5 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 8th, 2018

Adopted: 5 years, 5 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 8th, 2018

Statistics


  • Level: 16
     
  • Strength: 40
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 28
     
  • Books Read: 28
  • Food Eaten: 2
  • Job: Patsy


The night wood has gone feral, Eden beckons,
And the forest has opened to swallow us whole,
The moon hides and I count the clock's seconds,
The black inky canvas overs no refuge for a soul.

"Don't ever look, don't move a muscle,"
A hushed warning from my fireside friend,
"Don't acknowledge her, or even cause a rustle,
For the legend says you'll be at your wit's end."

The dark green underbrush whispers a threat,
The fleeting shadows hold horrors untaught,
Ghastly eyes linger and I begin to sweat,
A sense of dread consumes my every thought.

The eerie creaking of the decaying wight,
She stands behind me, her breath on my nape,
I crack, give in, and stumble into the night,
Terrified to see what follows, I try for escape.

I fear moving but know the circumstances,
I stumble onward, hands shaking, mind cursed,
But she trails me through the broken branches,
For only my blood will quench her thirst.

Breath becomes ragged as my fears surround,
An unwilling scream claws beneath my skin,
There is no refuge or escape to be found,
For the depths of the hell now stalk within.

I slip on the path and accept my story's end,
A death so near there is no hope for retreat,
She'll wear my face then murder my friend,
The night muffles a scream as she begins to eat.

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Poetry/Character by Babycake.

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