Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts

*Mortis* · 05-26-2020, 02:58 PM

He blushed, wondering if he should mention that he had been trained by Sirius, who was a little paranoid and a lot protective. His shriek had been far from any sound of bravery, but he laughed a little anyway, taking her words as a compliment. He got back to his feet dusting himself off. He was still partly wet, and those parts of him collected mud and dust like it was their duty. “You sure looked like you were seeing a ghost” he agreed. “That was a pretty good tale, hmm, let’s see if I can think of something”

He hadn’t done much storytelling in his life yet, but he settled back into the ground besides the fire, and let his eyes find the flame, as he considered. The first one that came to mind was much shorter than Malalia’s tale, but had a similar ring to it. Clearing his mind, the boy lowered his voice, and began.
“The shortcut through the Corn field
tempts you as you're walking home.
The clouds above keep the moon concealed
as you enter the swaying corn, alone.
The corn grows tall and thick, my friend,
the path you chose is muddy
it grows in rows without scope or end
and in the dark, you hurry”

He paused a moment, letting the sound of the pooping fire accompany his silence, his eyes finding Malalia’s, locking onto her greens, as he widened his eyes every so subtly, hiding a smile, and continuing.

“You don't see the standing forms
As you pass them on your way
they stand still amongst the swaying corn
which hides their pallor, and decay

hundreds gather in this field tonight
though you see none at all
yet still you look around in fright
but the corn grows too thick, too tall

You tell yourself as you continue through
"Its merely the rustling of the leaves,"
But they see you, and they hear you,
And they might not let you leave. “
As the boy finished he kicked a decent sized piece of wood into the fire, eliciting a sudden storm of crackling as the fire consumed it and grew.

"Mortis"

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