I decided to go on the side of charity and bought you a snazzy new tie. I hope it's to your liking. A sharp, fashionable bro like you must like a change now and then.
Taya hauled herself to her feet, as the last drops of daylight emptied over the horizon, casting a deep, red glow across the forest. To the broken dame, sunset was nothing but a harsh light that caused even the innocent trees to appear as dangerous shadows. Night approached; a comfort to one such as herself. It meant that she would not be the only half-blind creature fumbling about. She padded through the trees, mumbling to herself, "Now, what I wouldn't give for a good hunt. . ." She spoke the words, but knew they held no significance. That life was over. It was time to move on, though for some reason, the hag just couldn't. . .
Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched.
An eyeless stare peered through the tall, dark trees.
Shapes flitted before and behind him.
He was invisible amongst those massive shapes, obscured by the dying light.
A cold breeze blew and a giggle like rattling leaves resonated quietly in the wind.
The hunt was on.
Taya stopped in her tracks, as a strange sound resonated from somewhere behind her. . .or was it in front of her? The gorgon gazed around with bulging, white eyes; two pearls on an ashy clock. A wheeze-like sigh escaped her lips, before she called out in a hoarse voice, "You're wasting your time, if you plan on eating me. I wouldn't taste all that pleasant. If you plan on plucking my eyes out or skinning me, you are in the worst luck, I'm afraid. If you're stalking me out of attraction, well. . .I think you certainly could use some help, but you won't find any from me!" With that, the witch grunted, and began walking once again.
But she got no answer from the darkness around her.
The wind rattled the leaves - had the giggle been a hallucination?
The darkness seemed to close in on her and a chill stole into the air.
This little one was perceptive. But he was not here for mere physical harm - he'd come to learn the inhabitants of this forest were strangely protected by a dual deity of light that he could not hope to overcome.
But there were other things he could rob them of. Things more precious than blood and bones.
He remained hidden...
(ooooh so good!)
Taya layed her ears back in discomfort. Why was it quiet? She was so sure she had sensed a presence. 'Damn this place,' she thought, 'I don't know left from right around here.' She missed her caves; she missed her old life! Why was she hearing things?
Thoughts pooled in her head, like rainwater in potholes. What was this. . .?
His ruse had been successful.
He did so enjoy toying with the more alert ones, they were usually quick to become paranoid when they realized they did not understand what was hunting, haunting them.
He moved as she did.
Behind her.
His hooves left nary a sound.
The trees seemed to grab at her, dark and devious.
A faint static floated in the air, setting fur on end.
But when she stopped, it did.
The forest was too quiet...
The silence uncanny, unnerving. Waiting.
The night, so often a pleasant time for Taya, was now cold and frightening. Was there nowhere the creature could find security? Of course not. This was her damnation. A lifetime of loneliness and silence, unless disturbed by the bizarre beasts of this world, all the while waiting for her bones to crumble. It terrified her!
The doe blundered on through the darkness, until her nerves had finally settled a bit. It had been her imagination all along. . .it must have! She came to the side of the stream, and leaned forward to glimpse the glassy surface. Though she could not see it, her own wretched image stared back at her, along with an ivory face looming in the distance, as Taya bent down for a drink.
The doe went to the lake.
His frame twitched and he drew back.
That damned lake.
His presence lightened as she bent down, though he kept in the distance, looming just on her peripheral vision, if indeed she had one.
Watching.
Never looking away.
The wind blew cold again and silence fell on the forest.
A deep, dark, impenetrable silence, stifling, choking and looming.
The after hours droned on, and Taya grew more and more uneasy once again. She waited on the water's edge for some time, listening to the voiceless screams of the twilight, as the silence rang in her tattered ears. It was a while before she summoned her coarse voice to speak again.
"Hello?" she called out, though this time her words were weaker; more reticent, more unsure.
@mismatched:
The unsure tone of her voice made a creeping, malicious glee well up in his chest.
His presence was getting to her. Soon, her paranoia would get the better of her as it crept up on her slowly and persistently.
He took a step closer.
How he hated the water... But it was worth it.
Another step, breaking the all-encompassing silence like a thunderbolt, though he was almost inaudibly quiet.
His frame shimmered and twitched.
He did not like being this close to the water. But maybe he could spook her away from it.
Maybe he could make her run...
And he could give chase.
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@Flatsoda: *Giggles* Oh dear, however shall I fix this lapse in tone? Hmm... Nah, I think I'll join it instead.
Oooh, spooky. What an
Whoa, what is this
@Sighthoundlady: Thank you
@SoliloquyChryseis: Have you perhaps heard of Marble Hornets?.
No I have not :<
I would advice looking it up
This.. is very cool. I'm just
Do enjoy your stay here.
creepy omg. i love how the
i love how the picture and the signatures flash into view when you hover, by the way. Very creepy/awesome.
Ask all you want but I ain't
@Kaoori: I enjoy playing
@Xemi: As long as no wifing happens in my vicinity, you may spend your 20 dollahs as you please. They will be mine eventually.
I decided to go on the side
@Xemi: Me oh my, that does
Ooo, nice adding to the plot.
@RikkaChan: I am always
How did I miss this?
/soincrediblylatetotheparty
It is the beauty of being
Can one of my characters meet
I am always up for a good RP,
Taya hauled herself to her
Unbeknownst to her, she was
An eyeless stare peered through the tall, dark trees.
Shapes flitted before and behind him.
He was invisible amongst those massive shapes, obscured by the dying light.
A cold breeze blew and a giggle like rattling leaves resonated quietly in the wind.
The hunt was on.
Taya stopped in her tracks,
But she got no answer from
The wind rattled the leaves - had the giggle been a hallucination?
The darkness seemed to close in on her and a chill stole into the air.
This little one was perceptive. But he was not here for mere physical harm - he'd come to learn the inhabitants of this forest were strangely protected by a dual deity of light that he could not hope to overcome.
But there were other things he could rob them of. Things more precious than blood and bones.
He remained hidden...
(ooooh so good!) Taya layed
Taya layed her ears back in discomfort. Why was it quiet? She was so sure she had sensed a presence. 'Damn this place,' she thought, 'I don't know left from right around here.' She missed her caves; she missed her old life! Why was she hearing things?
Thoughts pooled in her head, like rainwater in potholes. What was this. . .?
(Thank you kindly, you as
--
His ruse had been successful.
He did so enjoy toying with the more alert ones, they were usually quick to become paranoid when they realized they did not understand what was hunting, haunting them.
He moved as she did.
Behind her.
His hooves left nary a sound.
The trees seemed to grab at her, dark and devious.
A faint static floated in the air, setting fur on end.
But when she stopped, it did.
The forest was too quiet...
The silence uncanny, unnerving.
Waiting.
The night, so often a
The doe blundered on through the darkness, until her nerves had finally settled a bit. It had been her imagination all along. . .it must have! She came to the side of the stream, and leaned forward to glimpse the glassy surface. Though she could not see it, her own wretched image stared back at her, along with an ivory face looming in the distance, as Taya bent down for a drink.
The doe went to the lake. His
His frame twitched and he drew back.
That damned lake.
His presence lightened as she bent down, though he kept in the distance, looming just on her peripheral vision, if indeed she had one.
Watching.
Never looking away.
The wind blew cold again and silence fell on the forest.
A deep, dark, impenetrable silence, stifling, choking and looming.
The after hours droned on,
"Hello?" she called out, though this time her words were weaker; more reticent, more unsure.
stomps in and ruins
stomps in and ruins seriousness of this blog
runs
@mismatched: The unsure tone
The unsure tone of her voice made a creeping, malicious glee well up in his chest.
His presence was getting to her. Soon, her paranoia would get the better of her as it crept up on her slowly and persistently.
He took a step closer.
How he hated the water... But it was worth it.
Another step, breaking the all-encompassing silence like a thunderbolt, though he was almost inaudibly quiet.
His frame shimmered and twitched.
He did not like being this close to the water. But maybe he could spook her away from it.
Maybe he could make her run...
And he could give chase.
----
@Flatsoda:
*Giggles* Oh dear, however shall I fix this lapse in tone? Hmm... Nah, I think I'll join it instead.