by madeofkaons » Sat Aug 13, 2022 12:03 am
I’m participating in Prompt Day #12!Username: rosemeadow
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Chicoon: Spereminte
Campfire Stories
Show or tell us about some stories your Chicoon would tell around the campfire!
Entry: Story
Spereminte, to her friends and family members, had always seemed outwardly to be an incredibly timid and gentle chicoon. She was shy, never overpresenting herself through the various means that were available to her- she had never had the desire to be well-known. It was simply not in her nature to wish to attract attention to herself and her hidden talents. However, tonight was a slight divergence from the usual, a surprising irregularity in her standard presented behavior. Whilst lounging quietly and comfortably around one of the campfires, gazing up at the stars and at the familiar faces laughing and chattering around her, Spereminte was unexpectedly asked to tell a few campfire stories.
At first, she had shaken her head, a bemused expression displayed on her face. Why, she wondered as the insistent faces of her acquaintances urged her to the front of the campfire group, would they choose me? They very well percieve that I'm not usually one who enjoys speaking in front of a group. However, she did not want to disappoint the expectant chicoons now huddled in a group in front of her, the campfire to her back, so she fished up some previously unattended-to storyline in her mind and began to weave the story, her quiet voice drifting like she had never experienced before, riding on the silence.
No one had known what to expect from Spereminte, but what she told tales of was more surprising than any expectations they might have had. This small, reserved chicoon with fur of pastel pink tints was telling scary campfire stories. Horror stories. Spereminte relayed first a tale of an eyeless chicoon, creeping through the musty air of an attic above one's head at night. She told the listening chicoons about a parasitic tree that devoured an entire town, its roots slowly infesting the basements of the creatures that lived there. She gave the now-hooked chicoons around her a story involving a guitar with strings made of fishing line, and this gradually morphed into one of the many classic fairy tales about princesses and princes- with a dastardly spooky spin. The chicoon's quietly rasping voice seemed to be strangely perfect for the haunting tales, and it was almost as though she was a natural at telling the stories that she had never summoned from the depths of her mind before.
Spereminte told horror stories for hours, though she did not know it, and by the time she had reached her last the stars seemed to be dimming against the light of the rising sun. It was dawn. The chicoons around her hung on until the last word, and they found that they would not have been able to sleep even if they wanted to. Spereminte quietly finished her spooky story night, and her friends begged her to do it the night forecoming as well. She wasn't even sure how she had done it. Apparently she had, and she found that she quite liked exploiting this hidden talent. I suppose I shall be able to do it again tomorrow, she thought, trying and failing to hide her excitement about telling spooky campfire stories once more.
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