BoundToPlay
LaQue
Snowdrops
PrinceAlexus
Silent Showers
op2024
Stargazer6225
Alisdragon911
Lildear18
Vampiretwilight"Heartache"
Blood saturated the ground as the tears fell from her eyes. The monster had come and claimed the village in its wake as she was at the citadel praying for her children. Now in their blood she lined the soil with forbidden runes flooding her mind as she raged from within. Their deaths meaningless at first, she would give them meaning and the deadly revenge their short lives demanded! Her hands moved with purpose as the images and design seemed to come from some dark void that tenderly whispered to the grieving mother its dark secretes. Slowly under the light of the full moon the lines crossed and darkness ebbed from them upward to the woman as she unknowingly chanted to them a vile lullaby.
With the blood of her youngest she lifted the bucket and bathed her form in the cold thick fluid. "I offer myself as your vessel! Use this form as your weapon to enact my vengeance!" For a moment she would sit there cold seeing the heat from her skin rise into the cold winter air. Tears formed streaking their way down her cheeks as she screamed up into the heavens frustrated. The lines glowed softly illuminating the things she had previously missed were now all around her writhing from the ground. Only visible from the unholy light they promised unspeakable agony at their touch, a promise they delivered and so much more.
In unison they stabbed their tips through the frail human form feeling like a thousand spears each with a cold ice frozen tip. It would be only the beginning as the woman felt her bones break and shift under her skin as the once human form morphed into a visage that mirrored the vile hatred in her own heart. Whomever the mother of three once was, now underwent a transformation torn apart in mind, body, and soul. The pact made the bargain struck as the creature from the bowels of the abyss came to answer her dark wish. The six eyes glowing green darted about independently the head with maw agape sniffed the ground about the bodies as it found the scent.
On its four limbs it launched itself into the night air and leapt high among the tree tops with its new strength. Falling into the snowy ground with a huge explosive thud as the snow flew about the dark thing. It found the train six horses and the blood still fresh on the cultists garments lead the motherly beast over three days strait to their encampment. On the third night she caught up with them, all resting in tarp tents minus the newest recruit standing watch over the fire in the center. The long blood colored tendril stretched out from its maw to lick the snow from its head. The meal was so very close, and better still unaware of their role in this act.
The cult leader slept soundly as the snow fell around his encampment. His followers now blessed in the blood of the villagers would be excellent offerings when they returned to the cavernous shrine to the faceless god.
As the newly blessed cultist slept soundly still face encrusted in the blood of the victims from the village he tried to sleep only seeing visions of their faces contorted in fear and pain as the blades sank deeply into the soft flesh, ear piercing screams still sang to him still in his nightmares. Droplets of what felt like sweat dripped onto his face down the sides of his head droplets from above. As the man opened his eyes the maw descended around his head. The moist cavernous void smelled like fresh death as he screamed desperate for his nightmare to end. It did not, the muffled cries ended as the shark toothed jaws crushed the fleshy parts that connected the poor sod to the rest of his body. One of the six eyes teared a clear acidic fluid that burned the flesh as it sild against the creatures skin. The nightmare slowly withdrew from one tent to enter another.
A Dark tendril resembling burned skin slid around the sleepers foot before slowly dragging the sleeper to the entrance. He snickered as the sensation of something tickling his sole stirred him to the waking world. As his eyes gazed upward at the horror the mans mouth hung open in a silent scream to the nightmare born from madness had licked the flesh from his foot. Before he could draw his next breath three clawed limbs plunged into his chest cavity, breaking ribs, filling his lungs with blood. Hanson coughed up blood in the final act before being pulled into the demons maw with a sickening crunch.
She cried as the flavor and scent of her children filled the monsters mouth. The ruckus causing the one by the fire to move so she leapt into the trees. watching as the human tried his best to pierce the dark night. The second she saw the youth turn his back she let her claws pull free from the wood. As she fell the last sound of a wet sickening crush of the cultist was no where near as satisfying as she wised it to be. Even as he twitched after death she bit off an arm annoyed he was blessed to be free so soon from her wrath. The heavy thud was now the sound and the others rose from the tents.
Four cloaked figures with sickles still stained red with villager blood shined in the fire light. The leader chanted as his boney finger pointed at the motherly nightmare. The other three hesitated at first getting their spacing and distance from the void nightmare. It mattered little. The creatures multilimbed form made the effort meaningless at best. Each member received their own barbed tendril or taloned limb to some part of their bodies. Each screamed out in agonizing pain as the the limb tightened its grip before drawing one by one a murderer to their fate with the maw eagerly awaiting to embrace them. Each cried out for help, to deaf gods and immobile saints to help him now. The others cried or puked as the brother was fed head first to the vile nightmares drooling jaws. The silence that followed after the first sickening crunch as the body headless squirmed and twitched. Pulling the next victim in closer only to belch a hot load of stomach acid over the poor sod melting him down to the rib cage. This lead the remaining still held victim to puke of his own innards before the creature would squeezed his waist pinching the man in two.
Finished with the rite the black tendrils burst from the ground but halted their advance on her new blessed form. The Leaders face turned to disbelief as the rite was turned towards himself and the dark vines bound the mans arms and legs in place. Even as the creature approached him he cursed and struggled only in vain against the powers of the void. The mortal had no leverage in this fight against ill gotten fate and the mothers love. His last moments staring into her six eyes as he spat onto her form in revolt. The mother growled before offering a prayer to the denizens below. The many different limbs reaching from the cracked earth and grabbing a body part as the flames licked his flesh slowly before the figure sank to his eternal reward.
The other howled into the cold winter air as the deal was done. The final spark of what was Elenore D'naris faded from memory. Unfettered of conscience the creature sniffed the crisp air again catching the scent of a sleeping villa so ripe with pure souls. Squatting low it flexed its muscular form before leaping into the air above the trees once more towards the innocent and chaste...
Blood saturated the ground as the tears fell from her eyes. The monster had come and claimed the village in its wake as she was at the citadel praying for her children. Now in their blood she lined the soil with forbidden runes flooding her mind as she raged from within. Their deaths meaningless at first, she would give them meaning and the deadly revenge their short lives demanded! Her hands moved with purpose as the images and design seemed to come from some dark void that tenderly whispered to the grieving mother its dark secretes. Slowly under the light of the full moon the lines crossed and darkness ebbed from them upward to the woman as she unknowingly chanted to them a vile lullaby.
With the blood of her youngest she lifted the bucket and bathed her form in the cold thick fluid. "I offer myself as your vessel! Use this form as your weapon to enact my vengeance!" For a moment she would sit there cold seeing the heat from her skin rise into the cold winter air. Tears formed streaking their way down her cheeks as she screamed up into the heavens frustrated. The lines glowed softly illuminating the things she had previously missed were now all around her writhing from the ground. Only visible from the unholy light they promised unspeakable agony at their touch, a promise they delivered and so much more.
In unison they stabbed their tips through the frail human form feeling like a thousand spears each with a cold ice frozen tip. It would be only the beginning as the woman felt her bones break and shift under her skin as the once human form morphed into a visage that mirrored the vile hatred in her own heart. Whomever the mother of three once was, now underwent a transformation torn apart in mind, body, and soul. The pact made the bargain struck as the creature from the bowels of the abyss came to answer her dark wish. The six eyes glowing green darted about independently the head with maw agape sniffed the ground about the bodies as it found the scent.
On its four limbs it launched itself into the night air and leapt high among the tree tops with its new strength. Falling into the snowy ground with a huge explosive thud as the snow flew about the dark thing. It found the train six horses and the blood still fresh on the cultists garments lead the motherly beast over three days strait to their encampment. On the third night she caught up with them, all resting in tarp tents minus the newest recruit standing watch over the fire in the center. The long blood colored tendril stretched out from its maw to lick the snow from its head. The meal was so very close, and better still unaware of their role in this act.
The cult leader slept soundly as the snow fell around his encampment. His followers now blessed in the blood of the villagers would be excellent offerings when they returned to the cavernous shrine to the faceless god.
As the newly blessed cultist slept soundly still face encrusted in the blood of the victims from the village he tried to sleep only seeing visions of their faces contorted in fear and pain as the blades sank deeply into the soft flesh, ear piercing screams still sang to him still in his nightmares. Droplets of what felt like sweat dripped onto his face down the sides of his head droplets from above. As the man opened his eyes the maw descended around his head. The moist cavernous void smelled like fresh death as he screamed desperate for his nightmare to end. It did not, the muffled cries ended as the shark toothed jaws crushed the fleshy parts that connected the poor sod to the rest of his body. One of the six eyes teared a clear acidic fluid that burned the flesh as it sild against the creatures skin. The nightmare slowly withdrew from one tent to enter another.
A Dark tendril resembling burned skin slid around the sleepers foot before slowly dragging the sleeper to the entrance. He snickered as the sensation of something tickling his sole stirred him to the waking world. As his eyes gazed upward at the horror the mans mouth hung open in a silent scream to the nightmare born from madness had licked the flesh from his foot. Before he could draw his next breath three clawed limbs plunged into his chest cavity, breaking ribs, filling his lungs with blood. Hanson coughed up blood in the final act before being pulled into the demons maw with a sickening crunch.
She cried as the flavor and scent of her children filled the monsters mouth. The ruckus causing the one by the fire to move so she leapt into the trees. watching as the human tried his best to pierce the dark night. The second she saw the youth turn his back she let her claws pull free from the wood. As she fell the last sound of a wet sickening crush of the cultist was no where near as satisfying as she wised it to be. Even as he twitched after death she bit off an arm annoyed he was blessed to be free so soon from her wrath. The heavy thud was now the sound and the others rose from the tents.
Four cloaked figures with sickles still stained red with villager blood shined in the fire light. The leader chanted as his boney finger pointed at the motherly nightmare. The other three hesitated at first getting their spacing and distance from the void nightmare. It mattered little. The creatures multilimbed form made the effort meaningless at best. Each member received their own barbed tendril or taloned limb to some part of their bodies. Each screamed out in agonizing pain as the the limb tightened its grip before drawing one by one a murderer to their fate with the maw eagerly awaiting to embrace them. Each cried out for help, to deaf gods and immobile saints to help him now. The others cried or puked as the brother was fed head first to the vile nightmares drooling jaws. The silence that followed after the first sickening crunch as the body headless squirmed and twitched. Pulling the next victim in closer only to belch a hot load of stomach acid over the poor sod melting him down to the rib cage. This lead the remaining still held victim to puke of his own innards before the creature would squeezed his waist pinching the man in two.
Finished with the rite the black tendrils burst from the ground but halted their advance on her new blessed form. The Leaders face turned to disbelief as the rite was turned towards himself and the dark vines bound the mans arms and legs in place. Even as the creature approached him he cursed and struggled only in vain against the powers of the void. The mortal had no leverage in this fight against ill gotten fate and the mothers love. His last moments staring into her six eyes as he spat onto her form in revolt. The mother growled before offering a prayer to the denizens below. The many different limbs reaching from the cracked earth and grabbing a body part as the flames licked his flesh slowly before the figure sank to his eternal reward.
The other howled into the cold winter air as the deal was done. The final spark of what was Elenore D'naris faded from memory. Unfettered of conscience the creature sniffed the crisp air again catching the scent of a sleeping villa so ripe with pure souls. Squatting low it flexed its muscular form before leaping into the air above the trees once more towards the innocent and chaste...
