10-25-2025, 04:33 PM
He does not often seek out companionship, not even in the form of brief trysts.
Solitude does not carry the weight for him that it might for others; it is not a hollowness that needs to be filled, but is in fact so inconsequential that he does not notice its existence. He does not crave company, and rarely feels lust in the way others could relate to. For him silence and seclusion could stretch across lifetimes before he might notice how much time has passed, and it is even easier to lose track of time in the lull of this land.
But here has been a stirring as of late, a tentative disturbance to the silence as something long-asleep begins to rouse. It draws him out, moth to flame, and it is not long before he sets his sights on someone.
She is made of shadow, with haunting golden eyes, and he may have not noticed her if not for the fact that her darkness left light in its wake.
The girl is not afraid of him, but that is unsurprising. He is not so strange looking; perhaps too thin, with a black coat pulled tight over a gaunt frame, and a veil of fog that snakes between his feet, but there are others in this land far more monstrous than him. She is young, too, and easy to persuade. He can be convincing, when he wants to be, and from the moment he had decided that he would have her she had no way of knowing that he would leave her with no choice.
He recognizes the look in her eye when he is finished — the slow creep of regret, the silent reassurance to herself that in a few days or weeks she will hopefully forget about the eerie man she met in the dark forest, and this will only be a memory.
He has ensured that she will not forget him so easily, though, especially come spring when she gives birth to a child that is undeniably his. He can never be sure what his children will be cursed with, only that they will carry something from him, and this one will be no exception. Perhaps it will be rail-thin like him, with black antlers and black eyes, a nearly mirror image of him to haunt her with.
Disappearing into the heart of the forest, he leaves her behind. She falls from his memory, forgetting her far faster than she could dream of forgetting him.
Solitude does not carry the weight for him that it might for others; it is not a hollowness that needs to be filled, but is in fact so inconsequential that he does not notice its existence. He does not crave company, and rarely feels lust in the way others could relate to. For him silence and seclusion could stretch across lifetimes before he might notice how much time has passed, and it is even easier to lose track of time in the lull of this land.
But here has been a stirring as of late, a tentative disturbance to the silence as something long-asleep begins to rouse. It draws him out, moth to flame, and it is not long before he sets his sights on someone.
She is made of shadow, with haunting golden eyes, and he may have not noticed her if not for the fact that her darkness left light in its wake.
The girl is not afraid of him, but that is unsurprising. He is not so strange looking; perhaps too thin, with a black coat pulled tight over a gaunt frame, and a veil of fog that snakes between his feet, but there are others in this land far more monstrous than him. She is young, too, and easy to persuade. He can be convincing, when he wants to be, and from the moment he had decided that he would have her she had no way of knowing that he would leave her with no choice.
He recognizes the look in her eye when he is finished — the slow creep of regret, the silent reassurance to herself that in a few days or weeks she will hopefully forget about the eerie man she met in the dark forest, and this will only be a memory.
He has ensured that she will not forget him so easily, though, especially come spring when she gives birth to a child that is undeniably his. He can never be sure what his children will be cursed with, only that they will carry something from him, and this one will be no exception. Perhaps it will be rail-thin like him, with black antlers and black eyes, a nearly mirror image of him to haunt her with.
Disappearing into the heart of the forest, he leaves her behind. She falls from his memory, forgetting her far faster than she could dream of forgetting him.
i n f e r n a l
this is a closed thread of Infernal IC cursing Racine with a wendigo baby, to transfer the trait that she won to the baby (Ceire) instead.