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You're walking down a dirt road, in a field at sunset. The sun is setting, and a late October breeze blows through your hair. You don't know how you got here, but all that matters is that you're here. A chill runs down your spine as a note blows in front of your path. The parchment paper is old, crinkled, and yellowed with age, and splattered with coffee stains and...red paint. It's red paint. Words appear on the paper as the wind blows. It reads a rather peculiar message, and you decide to read it, as you feel that it's meant for you.
Greetings, traveler. I am claire; I shall be your host tonight. Follow the leaves to discover an amazing creature like no other, with hair as pale as snow and fur as dark as night. But beware, he is not one to be reckoned with.
Autumn leaves begin to dance at your feet and skitter across the dirt towards the forest in the backdrop. The dark pines loom over you as you walk towards the forest, shivering. You wish you had brought a scarf. You enter the dark forest, dry needles cracking under your feet. You hear swishes on the ground of animal footsteps, and a murmur through the trees travel in your ears.
Suddenly, you hear a voice behind you, as smooth as silk and as deadly as a cobra. "I suppose you came here because claire told you to." You whip around and see a dark grey Kiamara emerge from the bushes to your right. His dark body is as monotone as a dark night, but the ghastly white speckles make him look eerie. They seem to glow, along with his eyes, but you know that is not true...or is it? His slender body slinks toward you with a deadly grace, and he sits down in front of you. "I apologize if I frightened you, traveler," he purred, a British accent ringing true. "My name is Cecil, master of the art of hypnosis. Dare you look upon my magic?" Cecil quirked a sly smile, his slender figure catlike. You swallow and nod your head, and he smiles as he disappears into the night.
You follow Cecil into a clearing, with a tree stump in the center. he motions for you to sit down with his tail, and you do, feeling the dry wood against your pants. He curls his tail around him and chuckles. He takes out a clear crystal on a silver chain and sets it on the stump. You see little black flecks inside it, but before you can question it, he begins to speak again. "Take the amulet, traveler. Let it observe your energy." Hesitantly, you take the crystal and you feel it's cold smooth surface in your hands. Cecil smiles and he begins to speak.
"What you are about to experience may or may not change you. It is simply for your enjoyment and mine. No not be disturbed by any images or things you might hear from me. I assure you, the past does not come back. Or at least, I believe."
With that, the crystal in your hands grows warm, and you inhale a mysterious scent, like incense. Certain triggers in your brain make you woozy, as you stare into the pale white of Cecil's eyes. He grins slyly as your vision fades, spinning in his spectral glare. Forever, and ever, you dance in the void, and it dances back at you. You're falling, falling, falling...
"Thank you so very much for your time, traveler." Cecil winks at you mysteriously as he melts into the shadows. Weren't you...? You were hypnotized...? How did you get here...? Ah, well, you may never know, with Cecil the hypnotist.
Username:
claire;
Kia's name:
Cecil
Gender:
Male
Extra:
The story above. It represents his hobby and profession, a master of hypnotism.
