The Nightmare Demi
Age: 11 years, 3 months, 2 weeks
Born: August 27th, 2008
Adopted: 3 years, 10 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: January 13th, 2016
- Level: 4
- Strength: 16
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 18
- HP: 18/18
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
It was a circular room, lined with those pillars, with a great big nothing in the center. Standing there and looking up, I could see a skylight that, again, didn't actually bring much light. When my neck got tired from glaring at it, I would start walking circles around the room again, counting the sandstone blocks my long claws scraped against. At least it helped wear them down.
I tried to ignore the door, but it was impossible. It wasn't even much of a door, just an open section of the wall leading to a long hallway. No matter how many times I tried, it wouldn't let me through. I'd feel that tug on my wrists and ankles, and look down to see the glowing shackles, suddenly present. Walking back away from the door caused them to fade right back into thin air.
My tail flicked in annoyance, and my left ear twitched. What a pain.
I thought back to the last person I'd seen. Well, the last person I'd known, anyway. A couple of humans had ventured to this sanctum throughout the years, though none of them spent more than a few minutes in it. They all came in, listened to my dramatic speech about being the guardian of some ancient treasure, and they'd hightail it back down the hall.
But the last person like me... had been someone I called a friend. We spent our days, us and a few others, crawling through temples like this. Back then, they weren't "ancient"... but they were still considered important and sacred. Plus, they usually had some treasure. Human treasures were worth a lot to spirits who didn't know any better.
Temples were interesting places. They were always built in places where the veil between worlds was thinnest, so often they wound up inhabited by spirits. Of course, the remaining spirits of idiot humans trying to ransack them would sometimes stick around, too. In the old times, humans would mostly just leave offerings to whatever gods they'd made up that century.
That's where my friends and I picked up. Before raiders became a common thing, we were rolling in riches. Some we'd keep, but most we'd sell. Most of it was useless stuff like gold, but for some reason, people on our side of things went nuts for it.
I thought it was another regular day of temple running. My old friend Shango stayed ahead of me as we darted through the narrow passageways, climbing on statues for fun and avoiding the various traps that had cropped up over the years. This temple in particular was smart - it had traps for spirits and humans. We had to be careful to avoid both.
I should have known something was up when Shango let me go through the door first. I should have known from the way her bright white teeth shone against her dark, dark skin. I glanced back once at her before walking through.
"Go on," She kept grinning, fixing her long, dreadlocked hair around the wild dog ears poking through. "What are you, afraid?" Her long tail swished behind her.
The whole room was a trap for spirits, I realized way too late. A ghostly blue ribbon of light shot at me with the first step I took on the patterned sandstone. It wrapped itself tightly around my wrists and ankles.
In a panic I spun around, confused that the light was suddenly gone. I saw Shango standing in the doorway, cackling as she did, and I tried to go to her.
But there were the shackles. I couldn't get out.
"You are such an idiot, Kiron!" She raised her face to the sky as she kept laughing. "You really think we really wanted a cursed jackal hanging out with us? Look what you got yourself into now, you stupid black beast!" I felt the fur in my tail bristling, and my ears were pinned against my head, disappearing into my mane of hair. I growled and swore at her, but couldn't quite manage any real words.
Her laugh echoed down the dark passageway long after she was gone.
I had no idea how long it had been. No matter what, the lighting in the room never changed, so I could never determine a time of day. I never knew how long I slept, either, so keeping any kind of tally was useless.
All I knew was that it had been quite a while since I had seen a regular human. At some point during my life, the worlds had mingled even more, and "humans" now looked a lot more like me. They had normal ears and tails like they were supposed to. Only a couple of those types had tried to come in here, but found themselves so terrified by my presence they didn't dare even pass through the doorway.
One day, night, whatever, I was just lying in the middle of the floor, staring up at the skylight. The gentle crackling of the eternally burning torches on the walls was the only thing keeping me sane, I decided.
My left ear twitched violently toward the door as it picked something up. Far away, maybe at the very end of the hall, but it was a sound.
I sprang to all fours and arched my back a little, my heart pounding. Whatever it was, it was activity, and I was so ready for anything. I listened harder.
Two sets of footsteps. Both very... fast? Either fast or small, I couldn't tell. As they got closer I heard voices, two distinct, separate voices. Two!? I couldn't believe my luck.
But then I saw them. My eyes struggled to focus on how small the figures were.
They both stood in the doorway, staring at me. The boy had small ears and a long tail. The girl didn't seem to have either, but her hair was thick like wool, white with patches of black. The boy dressed in a rust color to match his hair and fur, while the girl wore bright blues and pinks. They were the best colors I'd ever seen after a lifetime of tan.
"Oh." The boy spoke, a big smile on his face as he clutched the strange golden tool in his hand. It looked almost like a double-sided hammer. "Hi, do you live here?"
"Amrith!" The girl shouted, punching him in the arm lightly. "He's obviously a malevolent spirit guarding this temple!"
Malevolent? I stood up straight and raised an eyebrow at them. Not towards kids, no.
The girl suddenly stepped into the room and thrust her fist out in front of her. "We are Amala and Amrith, children of Guardian Anshu. We are searching for her. Spirit, tell us all you know!"
I blinked a few times, but tried to keep a scary expression. The boy behind her looked terrified. "Um," I straightened up, put my hands on my hips, and grinned. "Well, isn't that interesting! The children of Anshu, huh?" I had no idea who Anshu was. "About time someone came here looking for her. If you want answers from me," I had no answers whatsoever. "you'll have to beat them out of me!" I brandished my claws and took a fighting stance. I obviously wasn't going to actually beat up a couple of kids, but my boredom was so bad that I was able to keep up the act.
Amrith, shaking, held up the instrument in his hand. In an instant a bolt of light shot out of it with a crashing sound, and when it faded, it remained as a blade protruding from the end of what I now realized was a weapon. He looked like he wanted nothing more than to drop the thing and leave, though.
"Fine then." Amala announced dramatically, also taking a fight stance, which was impressive despite her small stature. "We will fight you, ancient spirit, for our mother's legacy!"
I hoped she didn't see me roll my eyes, but as I prepared another snide remark, I suddenly felt myself crashing against the stone floor. My stomach ached and I looked up to see little Amala land on her feet, which she had just savagely kicked me with.
Oh, alright. I thought as I sprang backwards to dodge another quick blow. On all fours I scraped my claws on the ground in annoyance. Maybe I will get serious after all.
Black Zebra Stripes Tattoo Sheet (Left Arm)