Veteran’s Plateau Altar
10-28-2022, 02:23 PM
This place reeked of blood and conflict, the sort that ended badly with casualties on all sides, leaving those who remained to wonder if it had even been worth it in the end. Whether what had been gained was worth even a fraction of what had been lost. It was a question that stuck in Levi's mind as he approached the altar, left him quiet and almost unsure as he stared up at the statue's red eyes. Wondered what it saw, if anything, in him.
All the same, Levi intended to leave an offering. Whether it would do more harm than good, who could say? Levi certainly didn't know. Twisting around as best as he could, he ripped out a handful of spines, not even winching, from the scruff of his neck and left them on the altar. Droplets of fresh blood and all. He said nothing, felt as though actions spoke louder than words ever could. Both here in this place and in general. Leaving his offering behind, he slipped into the shadows. What was done, was done, come what may.
All the same, Levi intended to leave an offering. Whether it would do more harm than good, who could say? Levi certainly didn't know. Twisting around as best as he could, he ripped out a handful of spines, not even winching, from the scruff of his neck and left them on the altar. Droplets of fresh blood and all. He said nothing, felt as though actions spoke louder than words ever could. Both here in this place and in general. Leaving his offering behind, he slipped into the shadows. What was done, was done, come what may.
NPC:
Things are deathly quite as you pull the spines from your flesh, there is a slight tearing sound and it seems to echo unnaturally over the plateau, echoes… And comes back, it rings in your ears, the sound of your own flesh tearing.
It fills your head, it is all you can hear, the sound of your own flesh pulling apart, sinew by sinew. It is more violent than what your actions could have ever caused. Pain lances through your paws and you look down to see tiny insects at your paws, pulsing red. Red fireflies. You watch wide-eyed as they swarm your toes and begin slowly, one by one, pulling them from your paws. You open your mouth to scream and it is suddenly filled with fireflies, gagging you and all you can do is stare down, frozen by a means you do not know, as they crawl up your now toeless paws, and begin pulling your ankles apart. So it goes, the flies slowly, painfully, dismember you, joint by joint. They leave your head for last, somehow you are still awake, still painfully, horribly awake.
The flies get to your head and they begin to pull your skull apart, they pull your eyes from their sockets and your vision goes black but you can still feel it as they pull the cartilage of your nose from your bone, feel it as they work themselves into your jaw hinge and lever it off. You can feel yourself in pieces, feel each and every joint aching for each other, aching to be put back together but you cannot move, you will not die, but you cannot live.
You gasp as your eyes snap open, the aching in your body a dull throb that will not fade for some hours, your breathing is heavy and the tabby cat steps forward, it has a look of pity on its face. “I know you may not believe it, but you have been blessed with a more generous response than you might otherwise get. There is value in your body, please respect it.” You cannot even manage a nod, all you can do is stumble away, running on those aching joints and it’s only later you realize that a pouch had been hanging from a cord around your neck the whole time.
You have received:
A Melanism Pass
Staff: note when claimed