Somewhere in Northern Duskwood, Night of the 23rd.
His boots slipped on the mud, squelching loudly as he struggled for purchase, trying to clamber up the the small hill. Something screeched overhead, a bat perhaps, and he flinched in response. Labouriously he made his way up the slippery path, using a tree root to lever himself up onto higher ground.
He ran now, or at least attempted to, his gait awkward due to the massive rending wound on his right leg. Blood mixed with rain water and mud, caking the shreds of his pant leg to his skin, leaving a trail behind him.
It was inevitable. He couldn't move fast enough to get away...not like this. He should have just stayed in Darkshire...shouldn't have assumed the creature would have given up on him...
Priyip priyip prrrriyp!
He shuddered involuntarily at its mournful cry, the noise setting him into a run again. If he could just make it to the river, into Elwynn...
PRIYIP PRRRRRLLLLEEELE!
Closer now, dear Light it was so close, its call becoming victorious as it closed in on him.
He needed to get to the river, to find a guard, or anyone...anything but this...
PRIYP PRIP PRRRLLEERRRGGGGLLLEEE!
He tried to scream as it engulfed him in its foul presence, but all that came out was a mangled choking sob. His body wouldn't move, couldn't...
The creature cried out in glee one last time, and meters across the river, a dog barked in response. Eerily glowing eyes set in a face befouled in blood looked up to the direction the noise had come from...calculating.
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Mulberry Farm, Elwynn, Evening of the 24th.
As Candice Mulberry cleaned up from the modest Pilgrim's Bounty dinner the family had eaten, she couldn't help but gaze outside at the small plot of land they called their farm. The tall hazelnut tree sheltered the carefully tended field of berry bushes, and the little rows of vegetables in the family garden. The bushes were empty of their fruit now, harvest come and gone over a month before. The mild fall had treated the plants well however, and last night's rain had left them a fresh, healthy green.
She busied herself cleaning dishes, noting quietly to herself the sad lack of them, her husband and sons gone off on some military business. Just her and the girls this year, though with the cats, the dog and the chickens, it never felt that quiet.
Chickens...Candice frowned slightly and squinted out the window into the field, suddenly realising she hadn't seen one. Strange, the little white beasts were usually everywhere in the field after a good rain, eating all the bugs that came to the surface.
A rustle in the bushes caught her attention, and she glanced over while she dried a plate, expecting to see some white feathers. Instead, what she glimpsed was less expected, but not altogether strange at first.
Her youngest daughter, Riley, stepped out of the greenery, her gaze caught on something hidden by the plants. The young woman walked forward in an apparent daze, and a sense of dread washed over Candice like she had never felt before. Something was wrong...horribly so.
The plate slipped through her hands and fell to the ground with a resounding crash, the noise surely audible to the girl outside, though she did not do so much as flinch. Candice dashed to the door and flung it open, calling out as she did so.
"Riley!" she shouted, an edge of hysteria slipping into the mother's voice.
The girl continued her steady walk forward, fixated on something, barely blinking, her arms limp at her sides.
"Riley stop right now!" Candice demanded, circling around to see what the young woman was staring so intently at.
Her next shout to her daughter died on her lips as she came face to face with the creature. Glowing red eyes regarded her with a hunger that cut to the quick of her soul, and a strangled cry of anguish escaped her throat as she dropped to her knees. The beast stared at her stoically for a moment more before dismissing her existence completely, turning its gaze back to Riley. It made a low guttural noise, and the girl began to walk faster, the creature turning to lead her away.
Candice tried to move, to get up, to do anything but stay there on the damp earth. Instead, after an angonising moment more; darkness came up to greet her, as she fell to the ground unconscious.
((Con't))
His boots slipped on the mud, squelching loudly as he struggled for purchase, trying to clamber up the the small hill. Something screeched overhead, a bat perhaps, and he flinched in response. Labouriously he made his way up the slippery path, using a tree root to lever himself up onto higher ground.
He ran now, or at least attempted to, his gait awkward due to the massive rending wound on his right leg. Blood mixed with rain water and mud, caking the shreds of his pant leg to his skin, leaving a trail behind him.
It was inevitable. He couldn't move fast enough to get away...not like this. He should have just stayed in Darkshire...shouldn't have assumed the creature would have given up on him...
Priyip priyip prrrriyp!
He shuddered involuntarily at its mournful cry, the noise setting him into a run again. If he could just make it to the river, into Elwynn...
PRIYIP PRRRRRLLLLEEELE!
Closer now, dear Light it was so close, its call becoming victorious as it closed in on him.
He needed to get to the river, to find a guard, or anyone...anything but this...
PRIYP PRIP PRRRLLEERRRGGGGLLLEEE!
He tried to scream as it engulfed him in its foul presence, but all that came out was a mangled choking sob. His body wouldn't move, couldn't...
The creature cried out in glee one last time, and meters across the river, a dog barked in response. Eerily glowing eyes set in a face befouled in blood looked up to the direction the noise had come from...calculating.
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Mulberry Farm, Elwynn, Evening of the 24th.
As Candice Mulberry cleaned up from the modest Pilgrim's Bounty dinner the family had eaten, she couldn't help but gaze outside at the small plot of land they called their farm. The tall hazelnut tree sheltered the carefully tended field of berry bushes, and the little rows of vegetables in the family garden. The bushes were empty of their fruit now, harvest come and gone over a month before. The mild fall had treated the plants well however, and last night's rain had left them a fresh, healthy green.
She busied herself cleaning dishes, noting quietly to herself the sad lack of them, her husband and sons gone off on some military business. Just her and the girls this year, though with the cats, the dog and the chickens, it never felt that quiet.
Chickens...Candice frowned slightly and squinted out the window into the field, suddenly realising she hadn't seen one. Strange, the little white beasts were usually everywhere in the field after a good rain, eating all the bugs that came to the surface.
A rustle in the bushes caught her attention, and she glanced over while she dried a plate, expecting to see some white feathers. Instead, what she glimpsed was less expected, but not altogether strange at first.
Her youngest daughter, Riley, stepped out of the greenery, her gaze caught on something hidden by the plants. The young woman walked forward in an apparent daze, and a sense of dread washed over Candice like she had never felt before. Something was wrong...horribly so.
The plate slipped through her hands and fell to the ground with a resounding crash, the noise surely audible to the girl outside, though she did not do so much as flinch. Candice dashed to the door and flung it open, calling out as she did so.
"Riley!" she shouted, an edge of hysteria slipping into the mother's voice.
The girl continued her steady walk forward, fixated on something, barely blinking, her arms limp at her sides.
"Riley stop right now!" Candice demanded, circling around to see what the young woman was staring so intently at.
Her next shout to her daughter died on her lips as she came face to face with the creature. Glowing red eyes regarded her with a hunger that cut to the quick of her soul, and a strangled cry of anguish escaped her throat as she dropped to her knees. The beast stared at her stoically for a moment more before dismissing her existence completely, turning its gaze back to Riley. It made a low guttural noise, and the girl began to walk faster, the creature turning to lead her away.
Candice tried to move, to get up, to do anything but stay there on the damp earth. Instead, after an angonising moment more; darkness came up to greet her, as she fell to the ground unconscious.
((Con't))