User+Id#:
wyrmblood. + 674152
Name:
maraschino
Prompt:
it started when they were a child, after their mother gave them a little jar of things and told them to never open it up ever, no matter the circumstances. they didn't understand why not to, so they opened it anyways and forgot. it was soon after that it started happening. a little hand reaching from the blind spot on their back to grab their tail. no matter where they went, where they moved, it was always there at the edge of their peripheral vision. it grew with them too. as they got larger so did the hand. always grasping, grabbing, and tugging at their tail. they only ever saw it receding, adding to the feeling of unease whenever it happened. as time went on they got used to it, even annoyed by it. "knock it off, you're annoying me. go away please." they would say and it would recede for a few days. then it would start back up again. everything else in their life was perfectly normal, except for this hand. there was never an explanation for such an occurence. perhaps it was a curse, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, perhaps it was just their imagination.
wyrmblood. + 674152
Name:
maraschino
Prompt:
it started when they were a child, after their mother gave them a little jar of things and told them to never open it up ever, no matter the circumstances. they didn't understand why not to, so they opened it anyways and forgot. it was soon after that it started happening. a little hand reaching from the blind spot on their back to grab their tail. no matter where they went, where they moved, it was always there at the edge of their peripheral vision. it grew with them too. as they got larger so did the hand. always grasping, grabbing, and tugging at their tail. they only ever saw it receding, adding to the feeling of unease whenever it happened. as time went on they got used to it, even annoyed by it. "knock it off, you're annoying me. go away please." they would say and it would recede for a few days. then it would start back up again. everything else in their life was perfectly normal, except for this hand. there was never an explanation for such an occurence. perhaps it was a curse, perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, perhaps it was just their imagination.