06-02-2020, 05:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-02-2020, 05:15 PM by Skeleton Ghoul.)
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<p class="skeldark_quote">if i stare into the abyss, will it stare into me?</p>
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It takes ages for the dust to drift into Taiga.
But when it does, it's strangeness evokes a visceral dread in the titan's stomach. It wasn't natural -- no, it was merely dust, but it moved with a certain terrifying purpose, like a fog hell bent on enveloping everything around it, or a pyroclastic flow hurtling down a mountain side to destroy everything in it's path.
Skeleton Ghoul ran from it. His dinner-plate sized hooves churned the ground beneath him, sending up rotten tree debris with every cantering step. But no matter how far he ran, he was there. Behind him. Waiting like a predator with gnashing teeth for him to tire. Eventually, he did, and a wayward root caught his step.
Crashing to his knees, the black stallion looks over his shoulder, feeling his heart shudder with trepidation. He gets back up, turning to face the encroaching dust, ears laid back against his neck. He stands and faces it, and whatever evil it may bring. But the evil it treats him with is pain. An agonizing, white hot burn in his very veins that pulses with his thready heartbeat. Skeleton Ghoul can barely take it, blackness ringing his vision.
He wakes some time later, and all evidence of the dust has vanished. Despite his ordeal, the stallion notes that he feels ... spectacular. Better than he has felt in years. What the devil was that all about?
OOC: Skeleton Ghoul has been given immortality
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It takes ages for the dust to drift into Taiga.
But when it does, it's strangeness evokes a visceral dread in the titan's stomach. It wasn't natural -- no, it was merely dust, but it moved with a certain terrifying purpose, like a fog hell bent on enveloping everything around it, or a pyroclastic flow hurtling down a mountain side to destroy everything in it's path.
Skeleton Ghoul ran from it. His dinner-plate sized hooves churned the ground beneath him, sending up rotten tree debris with every cantering step. But no matter how far he ran, he was there. Behind him. Waiting like a predator with gnashing teeth for him to tire. Eventually, he did, and a wayward root caught his step.
Crashing to his knees, the black stallion looks over his shoulder, feeling his heart shudder with trepidation. He gets back up, turning to face the encroaching dust, ears laid back against his neck. He stands and faces it, and whatever evil it may bring. But the evil it treats him with is pain. An agonizing, white hot burn in his very veins that pulses with his thready heartbeat. Skeleton Ghoul can barely take it, blackness ringing his vision.
He wakes some time later, and all evidence of the dust has vanished. Despite his ordeal, the stallion notes that he feels ... spectacular. Better than he has felt in years. What the devil was that all about?
OOC: Skeleton Ghoul has been given immortality
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