Soulless Forest Altar
Bloodletter
Bulwark
10-25-2022, 07:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2022, 07:29 AM by Ghoul. Edited 3 times in total.)
It was no lie that he and his brother enjoyed dealing with the ways of death. Whether it was to feed the caimans he often toted along with him or to satisfy Mac's taxidermist hobby, they were accustomed to seeing the life leave the eyes of their prey. One might call them ruthless, but Ghoul would say they're realists. This was the circle of life and one day, their lives would also come to an end. That was what he pondered as they passed by the pools of dried blood, the carnage of decaying bodies, and skeletal remains. In this pocket of magical autumn, he had found excitement prior to the feast. If his brother would pay close enough attention, he might notice something off about the way his brother chattered during their journey.
With the feast upon the Stone Steppe far behind them now, the pale pelted boy had a reason to revisit the same statue as they had done before. Except, this time, he didn't plan on being so nice. Without revealing what exactly he was planning to his brother, Ghoul mulled over the sour feelings he felt. The familiars had not been so joyous about his first offering, and he had taken that personally. It wasn't every day that Ghoul offered gifts to the ones he cared little about. Not that the teeth had been particularly special to him, they had merely belonged to random animals he and his brother had killed. Why had that not been good enough? What was the point of worshipping an unknown god and statue if they weren't going to appreciate all the gifts offered to them?
Finally, they would approach the statue. Through the dead silence that surrounded it, Ghoul would make sure to stomp as loudly as he could with his large paws. The crackle of bones and squelch of congealed blood was sure to wake even the dead. He had spent his time contemplating what exactly he wanted to do to really show the statue how he felt. Would he push it over? Set fire to it? Try to break a piece of? Those were all tempting choices, but as he stopped in front of the statue, his teeth gritting together as his lips pulled up in a snarl, his own ruby eyes landed on the twinkling light of the fireflies. He knew exactly what he would do.
Ignoring the familiars, Ghoul tensed his muscles before leaping up onto the statue. Grasping around the neck of the middle one's head, he reached out in an attempt to steal one of the fireflies...
G H O U L
With the feast upon the Stone Steppe far behind them now, the pale pelted boy had a reason to revisit the same statue as they had done before. Except, this time, he didn't plan on being so nice. Without revealing what exactly he was planning to his brother, Ghoul mulled over the sour feelings he felt. The familiars had not been so joyous about his first offering, and he had taken that personally. It wasn't every day that Ghoul offered gifts to the ones he cared little about. Not that the teeth had been particularly special to him, they had merely belonged to random animals he and his brother had killed. Why had that not been good enough? What was the point of worshipping an unknown god and statue if they weren't going to appreciate all the gifts offered to them?
Finally, they would approach the statue. Through the dead silence that surrounded it, Ghoul would make sure to stomp as loudly as he could with his large paws. The crackle of bones and squelch of congealed blood was sure to wake even the dead. He had spent his time contemplating what exactly he wanted to do to really show the statue how he felt. Would he push it over? Set fire to it? Try to break a piece of? Those were all tempting choices, but as he stopped in front of the statue, his teeth gritting together as his lips pulled up in a snarl, his own ruby eyes landed on the twinkling light of the fireflies. He knew exactly what he would do.
Ignoring the familiars, Ghoul tensed his muscles before leaping up onto the statue. Grasping around the neck of the middle one's head, he reached out in an attempt to steal one of the fireflies...
NPC:
The fireflies socketed inside the stone cerberus’ eyes pulse as you near and then begin to vibrate intensely. The sound is like nothing you’ve heard before, their rapidly beating wings sending a reverberating echo through the stone statue’s form and into your own. They shoot down from the eye sockets in a frenzied rage, not just two of them but hundreds upon hundreds. They surround you before you have a chance to react. A ball of them form a heavy huddle upon each of your paws to force you to remain in place, while another cluster enclose tight around your throat to force your head high. Any wolf watching the encounter loses sight as you as the inky fireflies absorb each and every shred of ambient light, enveloping you in a cold darkness.
For the first several moments you are simply locked in place in the dark, and then the pain begins. One by one fireflies begin to pelt themselves at your limbs, bashing into your flesh with a rapidly growing intensity and strength. After the first minute each touch has evolved into something searing and cold and you swear you can feel them crawling across your bones.
The pain deepens from flesh level to bone - the very bones you can feel movement slithering across - beginning below your shoulders and hips. You feel the first crack and hear the deafening echo of it in your ears, followed by another, and then another, and another. They work down your limbs to your ankles, cracking the weight-bearing bones unrelentingly. You remain standing only for as long as the firefly clusters remain tight around your neck and paws, and as the last blow is delivered and they scatter in unison, you fall unassisted to the ground.
Their punishment inflicted, the fireflies angry buzzing begins to quiet and fade. They form a line as they float leisurely back into the cerberus’ eyes to await the next offering.
You have received:
All four of Ghoul’s limbs are now broken and will not be healed until the start of Winter (January 1st)
The fireflies socketed inside the stone cerberus’ eyes pulse as you near and then begin to vibrate intensely. The sound is like nothing you’ve heard before, their rapidly beating wings sending a reverberating echo through the stone statue’s form and into your own. They shoot down from the eye sockets in a frenzied rage, not just two of them but hundreds upon hundreds. They surround you before you have a chance to react. A ball of them form a heavy huddle upon each of your paws to force you to remain in place, while another cluster enclose tight around your throat to force your head high. Any wolf watching the encounter loses sight as you as the inky fireflies absorb each and every shred of ambient light, enveloping you in a cold darkness.
For the first several moments you are simply locked in place in the dark, and then the pain begins. One by one fireflies begin to pelt themselves at your limbs, bashing into your flesh with a rapidly growing intensity and strength. After the first minute each touch has evolved into something searing and cold and you swear you can feel them crawling across your bones.
The pain deepens from flesh level to bone - the very bones you can feel movement slithering across - beginning below your shoulders and hips. You feel the first crack and hear the deafening echo of it in your ears, followed by another, and then another, and another. They work down your limbs to your ankles, cracking the weight-bearing bones unrelentingly. You remain standing only for as long as the firefly clusters remain tight around your neck and paws, and as the last blow is delivered and they scatter in unison, you fall unassisted to the ground.
Their punishment inflicted, the fireflies angry buzzing begins to quiet and fade. They form a line as they float leisurely back into the cerberus’ eyes to await the next offering.
You have received:
All four of Ghoul’s limbs are now broken and will not be healed until the start of Winter (January 1st)
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
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