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 Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 10:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 11:58 pm
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Stay overnight in a graveyard? Easy! Pique prowled through the mist in search of a nice place to settle down. It might be chilly, bit it was nothing he couldn't handle. He stretched out each of his legs in turn and yawned, eager for a good, quiet night's sleep. The Forgemaster was going to be disappointed when he came back with a story of an uneventful night. He spotted an old looking tree and made his way over to it, circling a spot at the bottom a few times before curling up. Perfect. He lay his head down and put his tail over his nose, closing his eyes to get some rest.
From the shadows, Slender watched the small fox prance into the graveyard with a smile stretched across his face. The little creature had no idea he was there -- perfect. His claws flexed in the soil beneath him, eager to sink into its soft flesh... but he had to wait. It wasn't as exquisite without terror in their eyes, first. His shadowy wings rippled around him as he backed away to trail after the fox at a distance, watching where he decided to settle down. It was going to sleep here? How strange. He scented the air, trying to see if any others would be joining him, but it seemed he was alone. He waited a few moments, until he was sure the fox was starting to drift off, and dragged his claws along a gravestone.
Scriiiiitch.
Scriiiiitch.
Scriiiiitch.
He watched as the fox jerked awake, ears perked up in alert, and Slender waited in silence to see what the fox would do.
Back to sleep... as expected. He made the noise again, just as it settled back down.
Scriiiiitch.
Scriiiiitch.
Scriiiiitch.
Pique jumped to his feet this time, certain that he wasn't alone now. What was making that irritating noise? "Who's out there!?" he called in an angry voice, puffing out his chest to make himself look threatening. If someone was trying to mess with him, he definitely wasn't amused by it. He growled a little and stalked around the tree, looking out into the darkness to try and spot the trouble maker, but he couldn't see anything. Or anyone. He sat down again, but he decided to stay awake for a little while longer.
He stalked his way around the graves, watching the fox scramble around the tree to spot him. His wings helped him keep his body shrouded from sight, with the added help of the dark and the misty night. Every now and then, he would let himself rustle through the bushes to watch the fox jump and swivel his head in his direction. He would show himself -- eventually. When the time was right -- when the fox was properly frightened, when he could practically hear its terrified beating heart. Delicious blood pumping through its veins. He felt the saliva gather in his mouth at the mere thought of it.
He crept a little closer. He breathed out, heavily, slowly, dragging out the 'haaaaaaaaah' sound as he did. Almost like a whisper, just loud enough to catch the fox's attention. Scriiiiitch. Another drag of his claw against a gravestone, leaving behind marks in its wake, and he watched as the fox huddled closer against the tree. Afraid.
Pique didn't understand. The Forgemaster said this place was a cursed graveyard, but he'd thought he was just joking to scare him. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe that's why he was willing to pay. That made much more sense, but now he regretted ever agreeing to the task. He could hear strange breathing from the mist, strange noises, rustling leaves -- it all sent his heart beating rapidly in his chest, made him back up until his hindquarters hit the tree behind him. He... he should leave. Get out of here -- as fast as he could. It didn't matter if this was all one big joke.
It was time.
As the fox began to creep toward the exit, Slender followed -- carefully, slowly, but just enough to keep up with it. Then, a little faster. When he was a good distance ahead, he moved to stand in front of its path, spreading out his shadow wings to hide the rest of his body. His pale face stared out of the darkness, surrounded by mist, and the red of his tie hung down beneath his neck like a stream of blood. He saw the fox get closer, picking up speed -- and when it burst through the mist and caught its first sight of him, it stumbled to a stop with a loud scream. Slender hissed at the fox, stepping closer, advancing on the thing while it was frozen in its fear.
Then, it seemed to snap out of it. Slender swiped out with a claw, but they sunk into the dirt instead, where the fox had just been standing. With a snarl, he turned and began to run after it. He wasn't about to let his meal escape, now that his terror was ripe for the tasting. He'd built it up perfectly.
What was that? What was that!? Pique almost felt sick from fear as he ran past the... the thing that had been in the graveyard with him. It meant to kill him! To eat him! Did the Forgemaster know it was here? Was that why he was sending others out on this quest? He didn't stop to look back, didn't stop for anything -- just kept running as fast as he could, until his lungs began to burn. He didn't stop when he was out of the graveyard, either -- he was going to run trough the night, all the way back to the forge. Back to safety. |
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