Scream
event
11-28-2021, 11:59 PM
He had always found solace in the north. The male knew his daughter would have loved it here just like him. Pheonix had stumbled into these lands in a haze though the voices drawing him in through the mists. It appeared that the crystals had even reached this far. Towering over the ice thick green, blue and red glows from the crystals dotted the land. Not even one step out of place he had to actively avoid a mushroom making its home even in the rigid cold. Pheonix mental fog was not due to infection but somehow he felt…. The presence of something. It was not warm in fact it gave him the chills, Pheonix didn't feel comfortable in this fog. It didnt seem like his daughter had drawn him here and he had not brought his acid reduction with him. Further and further he stumbled up the hill, the edge of his tail flicking as the male pressed a paw into the snow. He looked down unable to take his eyes off of one of the blue mushrooms. The very thing that infected and killed his daughter.
He felt dizzy but unable to look away. Rooted in the spot that the shroom had entranced him. Should he eat it? Thoughts spreaf through him like wildfire. Unsure of what to do he suddenly pulled away. Giving a quick shake of his head and he looked up. A wisp carefully danced in the air almost looking like a wolf. He hated spirits and this did not change as he tried to shake the headache that was now plaguing him due to the contact with the mushroom. Taking a step forward he heard a crunch, the soft squishy texture and the glowing death fauna make him almost lose his lunch. He kept it down. Pheonix must continue on, for what purpose he didn't know but he had no time to stop and think about that. His muscles pushed him forward, at the top he stopped looking over the land.
It was easy to see from here the damage ghat this illness had brought forth. The land was dotted with darkness and glowing colors. Above him an infected bird flew by, sporting some green crystals from its wings. What caused his mothers beautiful home land to become like this? He didn't know, he only prayed the gods would help them now. Pheonix was no expert but he knew from the time spent that this land was suffering. It would leave damage that would take seasons to undo! Surely there was something more that he could try to help with. He didnt want to be so useless! Wait… why was he here again? The male looked down at his paws, between them was another glowing mushroom. A growl left him suddenly he reached down and ripped it out from the ground. The taste was sweet the man falling dramatically backwards as he sat. Forcing himself to drop the toxic entity. He swore he would not let himself fall victim to this. Maybe he was tired, too hungry, that had to be it. Yet if this had all fallen to the north even was there no escape?
"You wont take me." He yowled, pheonixs voice ringing. He could see his breath leaving him. A sign that he was alive and well. Standing above the noise of the spirits perhaps he could find their source. Carefully he made his way down the hill that he had crawled on top of. The voices had stopped and somehow there was now no sound. The silence was not calming to him. Lining the trees were the crystals and Mushrooms. Like a path they led him to what looked like a garden. Each plant was taken over by a glowing mushroom. Pheonix wrinkled his nose as a scent so foul turned his stomach over. There looked to be an unneccesary amount of…. Carcasses. Infected animals from rabbits, foxes to birds were piled there. The mushrooms grew from their dead bodies. Pheonix turned his head for a moment, was this some sort of sign? What was the meaning or the source of this.
"Are you telling me something?" He looked at a passing blue firefly. If so, what did it mean? There was too many bodies for him to even identify. Many of these creatures must have followed the glow in a haze. Choosing this exact spot to be their final resting place. His body shook and he forced himself to look again. Prey animals or not he felt that this was too much. A rage boiled deep in him. Charging forward he began tearing the plants up. Off the bodies whatever he could get his jaws on. A few times his nausea got to him trying to delicately keep his stomach under control. Pheonix wrinkled his face as he tore through them then tossed them aside. The event repeated, yet when he re looked they had grown all that more hungry. Mushrooms glowingly pushed from the earth and through the flesh on the animals. His work had nothing but make it worse. Why was he even here?! He kicked the snow from underneath him. Throwing a fit would do nothing, there was no smart way to handle this plague.
"I best see where the crystals lead." He told himself watching his breath warm the air. Letting tiny gusts remind him that a warm heart was still beating in his chest. Carefully he followed a trail back around the area. Following spirals of crystals. They whispered to him again, but he resisted the temptation. Perhaps he would see some sort of life in front of all this disaster. Pheonix stood and looked elsewhere if the north was not even safe then what would be? His head shook and he reminded himself that hope played a big part in survival. Ears twitched and tail wagging he turned standing with his head tilted. Should he see if anyone needed help or move on. Was there even a soul or a living creature beyond those bodies he had seen? Or was he going crazy to begin with.
Word count: 1023
He felt dizzy but unable to look away. Rooted in the spot that the shroom had entranced him. Should he eat it? Thoughts spreaf through him like wildfire. Unsure of what to do he suddenly pulled away. Giving a quick shake of his head and he looked up. A wisp carefully danced in the air almost looking like a wolf. He hated spirits and this did not change as he tried to shake the headache that was now plaguing him due to the contact with the mushroom. Taking a step forward he heard a crunch, the soft squishy texture and the glowing death fauna make him almost lose his lunch. He kept it down. Pheonix must continue on, for what purpose he didn't know but he had no time to stop and think about that. His muscles pushed him forward, at the top he stopped looking over the land.
It was easy to see from here the damage ghat this illness had brought forth. The land was dotted with darkness and glowing colors. Above him an infected bird flew by, sporting some green crystals from its wings. What caused his mothers beautiful home land to become like this? He didn't know, he only prayed the gods would help them now. Pheonix was no expert but he knew from the time spent that this land was suffering. It would leave damage that would take seasons to undo! Surely there was something more that he could try to help with. He didnt want to be so useless! Wait… why was he here again? The male looked down at his paws, between them was another glowing mushroom. A growl left him suddenly he reached down and ripped it out from the ground. The taste was sweet the man falling dramatically backwards as he sat. Forcing himself to drop the toxic entity. He swore he would not let himself fall victim to this. Maybe he was tired, too hungry, that had to be it. Yet if this had all fallen to the north even was there no escape?
"You wont take me." He yowled, pheonixs voice ringing. He could see his breath leaving him. A sign that he was alive and well. Standing above the noise of the spirits perhaps he could find their source. Carefully he made his way down the hill that he had crawled on top of. The voices had stopped and somehow there was now no sound. The silence was not calming to him. Lining the trees were the crystals and Mushrooms. Like a path they led him to what looked like a garden. Each plant was taken over by a glowing mushroom. Pheonix wrinkled his nose as a scent so foul turned his stomach over. There looked to be an unneccesary amount of…. Carcasses. Infected animals from rabbits, foxes to birds were piled there. The mushrooms grew from their dead bodies. Pheonix turned his head for a moment, was this some sort of sign? What was the meaning or the source of this.
"Are you telling me something?" He looked at a passing blue firefly. If so, what did it mean? There was too many bodies for him to even identify. Many of these creatures must have followed the glow in a haze. Choosing this exact spot to be their final resting place. His body shook and he forced himself to look again. Prey animals or not he felt that this was too much. A rage boiled deep in him. Charging forward he began tearing the plants up. Off the bodies whatever he could get his jaws on. A few times his nausea got to him trying to delicately keep his stomach under control. Pheonix wrinkled his face as he tore through them then tossed them aside. The event repeated, yet when he re looked they had grown all that more hungry. Mushrooms glowingly pushed from the earth and through the flesh on the animals. His work had nothing but make it worse. Why was he even here?! He kicked the snow from underneath him. Throwing a fit would do nothing, there was no smart way to handle this plague.
"I best see where the crystals lead." He told himself watching his breath warm the air. Letting tiny gusts remind him that a warm heart was still beating in his chest. Carefully he followed a trail back around the area. Following spirals of crystals. They whispered to him again, but he resisted the temptation. Perhaps he would see some sort of life in front of all this disaster. Pheonix stood and looked elsewhere if the north was not even safe then what would be? His head shook and he reminded himself that hope played a big part in survival. Ears twitched and tail wagging he turned standing with his head tilted. Should he see if anyone needed help or move on. Was there even a soul or a living creature beyond those bodies he had seen? Or was he going crazy to begin with.
Word count: 1023
11-29-2021, 02:13 PM
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You can't quit shivering, even though you aren't cold.
You gain:
- Crystal (1x) - Used in Firefly's Shoppe, and perhaps elsewhere....
You blink, and you're face to face with a figure who seems as if it's clipping through d̴̰͚͖̮͙̥̥̙̥̬̬̼̙̟̤͖̘̺̩͓̙̣͙͇̤͓̰͕̺͉̳̰̰̺̠̠̟͓̘̭̘̿̈́͛̈́̇̈͗́́͂͌̓̈͛́̀̿̽̓̈́̈͘͜͝͝į̸̡͔̖͈͕͙̺͈̺͔͇͍̭͖̖̟̙͚̠̯̻̘̼̙͇̮̬̳̹̼̣̻͖͉̪̾̀̆̔̉̽͋̄̇̄͂̈́ͅͅm̶̧̢̱̯̲̻̳̞̦͚͖͎̼̹͙̩̹̟͕̥͉̤̭̠͔͎̜̪̲͈̰̼͙̟̱̺̯̼̐̿͛͑͛̅̍́̇̔̎̀̾̉̒͋̾̒̿͛̀̕͠͠͝è̸̢̡̧̥͓̩͉͉̙̺̫̦͍̮̤͙̩̭̹̬̰̭̮̫̹͉̦͔̘͛̈́̍̓̒͌͊͌̌̍̽̓̏̎͘̚͜͝n̴̢̧̝͕͇͚͉̩̱̫̭͇̬̹͎̈ͅś̷̨̨̡̖̩͚̖̱͇͇͔̪̺͎̮̤̻̹̯͔̺̰̯͉͔̼̗̙͈̯͙̮̳̤̹̳̹̝̝̦̻̃̇̌́͒̊̓͋̌̍̐̕͜͝͝ͅi̸̧̧̨̧̭̳̦̲̣̜̼̙̅͛̓͊͆͌̔̿̋͆̑̍̏̔̏̓̌̕̕̕̕͠͝o̴̧̢̦̗̘͔͕̮̼̣̬̥̠̱͚̱̣̩̭̟̺̲̠͕̹͓̲̜̙̝͇͓̩͚̦̿̇̽ņ̶̧̢̢̛̥̣͎̦̬̫͍̪̣̣̦̜̹̝͖͚̟͕̮̫̣͉̗̘̼͎͕͈͉̇͂̊̒̅͛̄̄̅́͂̍͌̌̀̀͂̎̍̆̉̈́̐͋͂̍̈́̽̌̽͘̕͘͘͘͜͜͠ͅs̸̢̧͚̖̟̞̲̥͔̣̼̰̥͔̲̟̮̟̹̠̱̩̬̹͉̯͇̣̭̦̪̱̣͉̭̖͖͚͊̃͋̐͑͌͋̊̕͝ͅ. In front of him, a small wooden stand, which thankfully looks firmly placed in your dimension. On the table lay three items, with their prices beside them. "Choose if you ḑ̴̛̠̲̰̪͎̮̻͕̝̻͉͇̳̙̗̬̤̖̙͚̰̲̑̆̎͆̉̉̈́̍̂̑͂̽͐̽̔͌̈̈́̓̒̂̅͘͘͜ͅą̵̪͙̦̖̮̮͈͖͇̭̗͈̖̫̲̗̜͍̀̾̾̎͂̈́̓͗̎̎̿͋͛̒̑̅̐́̔́̓̕̚͠ͅŗ̵̧̧̛͉̝̰͉̖̯̘̜͉͍̥̟̖̫̤̪͖̬͇͖͓̪̩̫̊̍͂̄͘͜ę̴̡̢̧̢̳̲̹̬̻̫̦̣̣̠̳̼͍͇̜̓͌́̚͜͝, and if you can a̵̘̜͇̱̽̌̇̅̐̏͗̑̂̽̊͆̏̒͝f̵̨̨̜̭̬̠̞̫̮̲̺̼̝̻̟͖̯̼͚͕̻̤̤͉͉̯̈́̾̈́͐͝f̷̟͓͖͔͕͎̥̖̝̞͈͆́̏̀͐̌̈̀̓̎͒̾̃̊̏͛̍͗͜ơ̷̡͓͙͓͚͙̪̖̻̣̞̹̻̻͇̫͓̟̹̔͌̑̈́͛̀̀̀̑̚͝r̷̢͈̝̝̲̼̦̺̜͔̲̳̀̈́ḑ̵̣̜̤̲̹̠͖̪͖͔̗̫̮͎̼̯͎͕̫̭̣͈̥̏ͅit," the figure says. You can't bring yourself to look away without some effort. You are keenly aware of his gaze. He does not seem like he's in the negotiating mood...
Į̴̧̘̹͙̘̲̤͖̔́͑͌̅̾̊͐̍͋̀̓̅̉̇̑̍͠͠ń̶̯͉̫̤̳͚̣̖̳̯͍̤͓̟͉̥̩̀͋̌ͅv̵̡̧̳̠̬̰̺͔̖̠̳̥͉͉̜͕̗͕̋̈͘ͅę̸̧̢̢̯̠̜̟̘̺̳̟̃̑͌̀̉̓͋͊̃̍̑̂̐̇̓̌͆̈́́͗̓͘͠n̵̡͙̲̞̰̭͖̠̮̺͊̉̑́͒̓͌̈́͐̅̚͝ţ̶̢̛̠̮̼͙͙̗̣̘͇̘͓͈͈̱̮̩̲̩̱̠͎͌̽̈́̒̍̎̀̋͗̇̔͊̇̀̀̋̈́͋̉́͌͜͝͠ơ̸̢̨̨̱̟̹̘̩̤̠͈͕̠̪̥̥̙̓͋̎͛̌͐̓̈́̐̌̂͂͑̋͘̚͜͝͠ȑ̴̠̬̫̻̠̘͔͖̦̰̩̖͎̜̞͉̘̭̙̮̰̹̙͔̳̬̱̆̎̍̿̌̇́̍̒͆͗̀͒͐͋̄̓͆́̕͘͠͝y̴̧͎̟̦̘̝̠̣̮̻̥̰͆͆͋͐͂̈́͊͛̈͋͆̊̇̄̾̈́̔̓̽͂̋̽̚͘:
- Small unfleshed thought- 2 /
This bottle contains whispers of what has passed, what is passing, and what has yet to pass. It looks kinda like a firefly….
- Firefly’s Favor- 1 /
A firefly in a bottle. Might come in handy if you let him go at just the right time.
- Racing Shoes- 1 /
Some nice kicks that make you feel like you can just do it!