The Lost soul wrote:It's a silent night. The sun just set and you're late for getting home. The birds have nestled away into their crooks and crannies, accompanied by the mice that shivered in the cold. The area was stiff with tension and it made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end... goose bumps raked your whole body, and you find yourself shaking. There's this chill in the air you can't explain, and you have come to a stop, unsure if you're alone when....
Like a passing wraith, the beast slips out of the shadows, bathed in moonlight. You think it has a mane of blue fire.... but it's just a mane of some sort... then it turns it's head and you tense up at the sight....
It's wearing a skull. You're unsure of what kind, or by what way, it achieved this mask of bone, but it gives you the chills. It is silent as it's icy blue eyes bore into you like daggers. It rears up, and let's out a roar. You fall back and slam down to the ground, covering your face in instinctual defense.... but no attack comes. By the time you look up, the beast is over you, growling.
"Who are you" It's voice breaths out.... as cold as the winter's ice. You're scared.... this beast is not moved by the temptation to kill... and it shows in his eyes.
Give your name, personality, and a scene. I want something descriptive.... a small story of what he might of done... or your own little horror story. Can be however long, no limit, and can have anything in it. I want gore, I want terror, I want to be on the verge of paranoia. C'mon people, give me scary! Decorate your form! It makes it so much nicer. Effort is everything!
ALSO!!!!
I do not believe in darkness being evil. I believe evil deceives us by looking like good, and appears as the Light. If you incorporate this into the story.... well.... I will be very much happy.
Also, I will give you the story of the mask, and his blue eyes, after the companion process is fulfilled, and over.
Leave it to me to freak myself out. Just my daily dose of Ghost Adventures,like any other night. Only, any other night I wouldn't be walking through the cold in the middle of the night. I sighed deeply, my arms wrapping around my torso as I attempted to sink deeper into my coat. Also the wrong night to wear converses. Stylish, sexy, comfortable; not worth a darn on Ice.
The silence was deafening. It took me a while to notice, but the normal twitters of the birds, or late night snuffling of the various forest creatures had ceased. I had walked this path a thousand times before, and could walk it in my sleep. But something about tonight was…off. The birds were too quiet- not alarming at my presence as they normally did. It was as if they were too frightened to even shift in their twiggy homes. I got an uneasy feeling in the pit of my being. My stomach fluttered uneasily in tandem with my heart; the hairs on the back of my neck stood at end, and my muscles quivered, not solely from the cold. My pace slowed from the high stepping jog I had been doing, to a slow, creeping shuffle. My eyes scanned the darkness, my ears ringing with the strain of simply trying to hear the slightest sound, until finally I stopped moving completely. I recognized the place-faintly. Though in the darkness, the snow, and the ice, it wasn’t the jovial sun filled oasis I knew it to be. Instead, it was a gleaming grove of uncertainty.
Still, it was beautiful in its own right. I preferred the dark and creepy to the sunshine and gay feelings. Not everything is as it seems. I had learned that first hand a while back. Those plastered smiles and well behaved masks of certain folks weren’t as forgiving and understanding as they often times seemed. They were, instead, judgmental and hateful- stuck in their ways and closed minded.
The way I see it, evil and the like try to blend in too much. They are so focused on seeming normal-in seeming Good – that they don’t have the time to dwell in their stereotyped habitats.
It was then that I noticed something was near. I laughed to myself, waving a hand. I was certain I was terribly alone. Until I saw it. I felt as though I were hallucinating- everything moved very slowly, languidly. Something illuminated the tree line, fading in and out of view as it moved through the forest- each tree providing momentary cover, before it was shimmering through the darkness once more. I was stunned. I had never seen anything like it- some never ending flame, with an intense cobalt hue- of course the purest of flames. I noticed then that it wasn’t flames at all- But hair. Fur, more like. And it belonged to a creature I had never before encountered- and wasn’t too sure I’d want to. It had fur of the darkest grays, and the creamiest whites with intriguing markings on its massive shoulders. It hadn’t a tail, though what it lacked in its caboose, it made up for in its sleek, arching back, and its massive, lethal paws. It had elegant, slender ears- of which were pricked, and swiveling. It can hear me breathing- I realized. Though, really-what couldn’t? No sooner had I thought those words, than the creature looked towards me. Maybe it was its piercing crystal eyes, or maybe it was the massive skull it wore on it’s face. Either way, My muscles went taut, and my heart stopped. It felt as though an eternity passed between us-the creature and I. And, as quickly as it had happened, it ended. The creature stood on it’s hind legs- its movements languid and smooth, its jowls opened to reveal shimmering razors, and it let loose a hellacious roar that resonated through the forest-sending birds to flight, and creatures to fleeing-myself along with them.
I muttered an oath, and turned on my heels, wheeling away from the creature. I stumbled, trying to force my numb limbs forward- begging my sinew to push me through the snow and far away from that place as possible. I thought I was doing well for a bit, until I slipped. Curse these infernal converses! I glanced down to see why I had slipped, and was still skating along. I’d unwittingly stumbled upon a river, frozen over form the harsh winter we’d had. I was thankful for that much-at least should I have fallen It would hold my weight. Still, with the urge to flee growing stronger, and my inevitable impending doom nipping at my heels, I couldn’t find my balance; instead, my forehead became very well acquainted with the river’s own façade.
My vision danced and I curled where I’d fallen ,awaiting…anything. Teeth to pull my flesh from it’s bone, claws to shred through my sinew and render me immobile…anything. But attack there came none. I rolled to my back with a groan and sat up, rubbing my temple gingerly. A pool of black surrounded me, and vermillion stained my hands and face. Scalp wounds bled the most, I heard. Guess I could vouch for that, now. I muttered another curse. Why Had I ran through the snow, knowing full well I didn’t have any sort of traction? My mind had played tricks on me, and I’d submitted to its games. I sighed and glanced up, only to come nose to nose with the very creature I had ran from. Our breath spiraled skyward, entwining with one another in their ascent-two smoky dragons released form their prison and rejoicing in their combined freedom. It was a surreal sort of bonding between the creature and I. Then, as if it had grown weary of watching the display, It’s eyes were on me-burning into my own.
Who are you? It rumbled- a voice that chilled me to the bone, and sent goose bumps along my skin. I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. I was shocked-again. This thing can speak?! I stammered, and stuttured, and cleared my throat all in vain.
Your name. it demanded again, a bit more force behind his lyrics. I shook my head and moved ot stand-slipping until I made it to the riverbank. The rocks below the snow were just as slick as the ice, however, so I hadn’t seemed as graceful as I would have liked. The creature paced towards me with unparalleled grace and ease, even on the ice. Its patience seemed to know no bounds, for again it asked my name, and Again I denied to tell it. With a heaving sigh, the creature paced towards me, circled me, and came to a stop in front of me. My name is Erebus Gotzon. And I think you’d better come with me.
This is a dream. It has to be. I thought to myself. There was no way I would have found a magnificent, and equally frightening creature –that spoke- and it would show any interest in me other than devouring me. I was both elated and frightened. I followed the creature, despite my better judgment, and trudged through the snow. My teeth chattered and my muscles quivered. The creature paused on occasion to look back at me- it's eyes full of wisdom and thought, and something a bit darker- before it would shake it's head and continue on. There was something haunting about the way that skull rattled when he moved, the little string of beads clinging in their own right as he glided so easily through the snow.
" I haven't heard a name like that before.." I managed to stutter as I jogged to catch up to him. While I was frightened of him, I didn't want to be alone either. He flicked a long ear back at me, and gave a soft huff- a chuckle almost.
" I don't suppose you have. Its a mixture of Basque and Greek mythology." He didn't offer any further information, so I bit my lip, and glanced around. We had come to a dark and barren part of the forest- a sort of sinister clearing. The bare trees stretched skyward in awkward, twisting ways-jutting across the sky to block the sliver of moon . My heart thumped uneasily.
" wh-what does it mean?" I asked softly, slowing my pace to look after him. he swung around in a slow, fluid movement- like a mountain lion slinking through some trees.
" It means Dark Angel." He rumbled. I didn't have the heart nor the courage to ask why that was his name.
Instead, I swallowed the lump in my throat, and closed my eyes to accept my fate.
POEM:
I see through hollow eyes,
and eat through lifeless jowls.
Scents waft through a hollow gap,
and sound caresses an empty space,
My face is hard as bone, you see-
I wear a skull upon my face.
My mane is fire-y blue,
My eyes of coldest crystals,
a bead I have from behind my ear,
and tacked on to my mask,
It is of lightest cobalts too,
In my glory most fear to bask.
I am an angel,
who resides in the dark,
That for which I am named,
Many Secrets I have,
but I won't tell ,for
Your confusion makes me laugh.
I have no tail,
and fairly long ears,
I've got massive paws,
and oddly striped fur,
I was born this way,
though most only see a blur.
I have found one,
for me to protect,
To call a companion,
To call my friend,
Her name is of a blue hue too,
I'll be her dark spirit till the end.
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WIP
This is just so up my alley, Gonna try real hard to get him. ^^
