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[Strudel]

Username; Strudel

Viscet name; Dullahan

Gender for breeding purposes; Male

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"The wisps will take you."

Dullahan never heeded his mother's warnings. Always, she would tell him of the danger of the will-o'-the-wisps of their homeland. He grew up watching the wisps dance among the peat in the bogs or the trees in the forest. He would listen to the tales of adventurers and explorers who would tell him that the wisps could lead a man to great fortune, and he would ignore the warnings of the women of the village that would recount tales of lost souls who had been foolish enough to chase after the spirits.

The wisps mesmerized him.

When he was still yet the smallest of lads, he saw a wisp for the first time. He remembered following it a few paces, completely entranced by its beauty. He still can feel the sting on his backside, too, from the switching his mother gave him to remind him of what would happen should she catch him so much as following another wisp with his eyes alone.

"What have I always told you of the wisps?" Even by then, she had told him many times to pay no mind to the lights from the forest-- that they were nothing but daemons and wayward spirits cavorting with the devil.

"Remember, following them is a sin! The retched spirits only wish to take you to your doom! For both your life and your soul!"

Dullahan never believed her. The wisps were too beautiful and pure to be an evil entity. They called to him, he thought. Their beauty spoke to him.

He was still very young when he finally gathered the courage to follow one into one of the many peat bogs of his home at the twilight hour, when the wisps would first show themselves. He had been gathering courage for months-- years. FInally, he knew it was time. A young boy of twelve was a foolish and curious thing.

He took few supplies and followed the wisps until the fog was too thick to see through. Eventually, he found a dry log to rest on, and he stayed there until the morning light finally cut through the thick fogs of the bogs.

He would never return home.

Why, is another story entirely.

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Dullahan packed few things when he left home. Everything he did pack was vital to his survival-- aside from the doll his mother had made him years ago.
It had been meant to be nothing but a memento of his previous life, a way for him to feel connected to his mother even when they were far apart.
The doll became far more than that.

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The wisps had always sought to protect and guide young Dullahan. They knew there was something special about the boy, that he was meant for greatness.

They taught him, nurtured him, loved him. The kept him far away from the home he had known, and yes sometimes he would miss his mother, but then another adventure would come along and he would be sufficiently distracted for a time. Sometimes he would learn and grow from an adventure with the wisps, and with Áine, and sometimes he would help others and grow in an entirely different way.

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Dullahan was not the same young man after visiting back "home".
He was more withdrawn. He was hurting still.
Even after a year had passed, and the young man had had time enough to heal a little and reconcile with Aine, he was still broken.
He was a boy, who had left home young, and lived in the marshes for several years. He had little interaction with anyone outside of Aine and the wisps-- the wisps of course could not talk.

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"Just... a little... further..." A quiet voice huffed "Just... a little more..."
There was a crash from the left, and the same quiet voice squeaked out in distress.

That wasn't them... I don't think they caught up.

She stopped, sagging against a tree. A breeze fluttered by, causing her to shiver. Now that she wasn't running, the sweat clinging to her fur was freezing her. She pulled her cloak up around her as her lip quivered "I should just stay here a little longer..." she sat down on a relatively dry patch of the ground around the great tree she had leaned against. She closed her eyes, she told herself it would only be for a moment to rest them-- nothing more.

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“Take cover!” Dullahan hisses out to Ruari, his companion.

Ruari grimaces a moment, but she ducks behind a tree. She hears another screech just as she hides, and covers her ears with her paws. What are those things? She doesn’t dare ask this out loud, she’s afraid to.

There were two separate creatures Ruari couldn’t recognize-- one that appeared as a woman and one as a small man. Ruari had heard rumors of humans, she knew they existed, but she didn’t think they were quite like this. The woman looked frail, grey and silver hair glistened in the moonlight through the trees. Her hair framed her face, and traveled downward-- long enough to reach her waist. Her face was sallow, her cheeks hollow, and her eyes bloodshot. Red streaks traveled down her face, as if she were crying tears of blood. Another screech resounded in the forest-- the work of the female-- as the male creature began to cackle. The man was dressed in scarlet from head to toe. His hair was salt-and-pepper, and his face was weather-worn-- wrinkled. He was half the size of the woman, even though the woman was hunched forward.

Something told Ruari these things were not friendly.

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Eyes glowed for only a instant, piercing the veil of the night before the light once again faded. Raven fur shined for mere moments as moonlight caught a figure gliding from one tree to another.
A moment passed.
Everything was silent.

Ruari turned to look behind her. Nothing was there. Still, she couldn’t seem to shake that feeling of being watched. It had been well over a month since she had begun to travel with Dullahan, and half of that time she had been plagued by this feeling-- but only when travelling in the dead of night. She had long since told herself she was simply paranoid, after their run-in with the more mysterious creatures of the bogs. It was new to her, of course she was scared.

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Credits;
Ottilie and Arius owned by me
Ruari owned by Mint Chip
Gizamaluke and Kaecilius owned by james.
All art by me.

[Mincinno]

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