Tangled Realities: The Blood Ball [Campfire Story, Private]
Oct 26, 2022 21:45:59 GMT -5
Post by Úlfr on Oct 26, 2022 21:45:59 GMT -5
A happy little festival celebrating the Autumn season was taking place in the village of Moonveil, but Úlfr had been feeling off all day. So, instead of enjoying himself with the other late into the night, the silver-haired lycanthrope opted to simply turn in uncharacteristically early. Ever since he had awakened that morning, he felt as if the shadows around him had been tugging at him, pulling him physically and mentally towards them with some weird, faint kind of gravity. This odd sensation that he'd felt all day left him more taxed than normal and progressed into a dull ache in his head coupled with a lethargy to his actions.
Thus, an early start on his sleep seemed the practical thing to do, and instead of greeting the various strangers that visited Moonveil during the village's small Autumn Festival Úlfr was past without paying them much attention. His gait as he made his way home was visisbly one of a tired man, yet it was tempered with the quickness brought on by the promise of rest soon to come. However, restful sleep would be in short supply this night.
Had anyone been there to witness the werewolf's troubled sleep, they would know something was amiss. He lay there, accosted by a cold sweat tossing and turning slightly. The shadows in the room flickered and drew near him, seemingly alive in the way they moved, growing deep and ever darker. Even outside the house the dark of night grew darker and heavier as it the shadows had actual substance to them. Back inside Úlfr's room, a figure emerged from the shadows that were coalescing around the lycan, and it moved to stand next to him. It reached down with a hand that seemed both solid and almost transparent at the same time and touched Úlfr head as he slept.
Suddenly, Úlfr found himself standing amongst a large crowd of humans he had never met and yet they all seemed incredibly familiar to him, save for those he felt were visitors here for the festival. They were in some kind of large wooden building, and as he looked about knowledge of the location slowly came to him, as if he were remembering it. Kellen... Town Hall... Blood Ball... A festival to celebrate the strong bonds between family and friends, but Úlfr was uneasy, someone as dear to him as the air he breathed had been missing all day. He could smell this person, this... Brother in all but blood, their scent was near but he had searched all day and yet could not find him, and a terrible apprehension gripped the lycan, as if his instincts knew something he didn't.
A figure, the... The Mayor, Hewitt Sconner, stepped forward upon a raised platform in front of the gathered people and started talking about the purpose of the festival, but something was wrong. Slowly, the figure words began to contradict the purpose of the festival, and the crowd around Úlfr began to slowly grow apprehensive like he was. The mayor paused on particularly foreboding words, and after letting them hang in the air for a moment the figure disspelled its disguise and removed the red sheet covering the large box that had been beside them on the stage this entire time.
Inside the box, revealed to have been a cage, a man kneeled, chained excessively in such a way he could not move nor make any sound. When the sheet was removed Úlfr could feel magic that he hadn't noticed until its effects ended stop confusing his sense of smell and he could now pinpoint the person he had searched for all day, but he no longer needed his nose. His best friend, the person he cared the most in the world, was the chained man. Higoru... Higoru was his name. The "mayor" had revealed himself to be a demon by the name Chaos, and as he did so, he gripped Higoru by his hair and sliced his head clean off.
Though the demon's namesake erupted all around him as guards that were present also revealed themselves to be demons serving the one on stage, Úlfr's world was eerily quiet as his eyes were locked onto to the eyes of Higoru, a silent conversation spanning the breadth of Higoru's last pulse of life as his head fell transpiring between them... Loss... Love... Sorrow...
It was as if a bomb exploded the moment Higoru's head touched the boards of the stage he had been kneeling on as Úlfr erupted in a mass of grief, fur and unbridled rage at Chaos, screaming in pain until it became a howl of fury as he shifited into his werewolf form. He ripped through demons that tried to bar his way to Chaos, staining his silver fur with crimson as he tried with all his might to reach the one that had stolen that which was most precious to him; the first person to accept him despite being a monster, his first friend.
Thus, an early start on his sleep seemed the practical thing to do, and instead of greeting the various strangers that visited Moonveil during the village's small Autumn Festival Úlfr was past without paying them much attention. His gait as he made his way home was visisbly one of a tired man, yet it was tempered with the quickness brought on by the promise of rest soon to come. However, restful sleep would be in short supply this night.
Had anyone been there to witness the werewolf's troubled sleep, they would know something was amiss. He lay there, accosted by a cold sweat tossing and turning slightly. The shadows in the room flickered and drew near him, seemingly alive in the way they moved, growing deep and ever darker. Even outside the house the dark of night grew darker and heavier as it the shadows had actual substance to them. Back inside Úlfr's room, a figure emerged from the shadows that were coalescing around the lycan, and it moved to stand next to him. It reached down with a hand that seemed both solid and almost transparent at the same time and touched Úlfr head as he slept.
Suddenly, Úlfr found himself standing amongst a large crowd of humans he had never met and yet they all seemed incredibly familiar to him, save for those he felt were visitors here for the festival. They were in some kind of large wooden building, and as he looked about knowledge of the location slowly came to him, as if he were remembering it. Kellen... Town Hall... Blood Ball... A festival to celebrate the strong bonds between family and friends, but Úlfr was uneasy, someone as dear to him as the air he breathed had been missing all day. He could smell this person, this... Brother in all but blood, their scent was near but he had searched all day and yet could not find him, and a terrible apprehension gripped the lycan, as if his instincts knew something he didn't.
A figure, the... The Mayor, Hewitt Sconner, stepped forward upon a raised platform in front of the gathered people and started talking about the purpose of the festival, but something was wrong. Slowly, the figure words began to contradict the purpose of the festival, and the crowd around Úlfr began to slowly grow apprehensive like he was. The mayor paused on particularly foreboding words, and after letting them hang in the air for a moment the figure disspelled its disguise and removed the red sheet covering the large box that had been beside them on the stage this entire time.
Inside the box, revealed to have been a cage, a man kneeled, chained excessively in such a way he could not move nor make any sound. When the sheet was removed Úlfr could feel magic that he hadn't noticed until its effects ended stop confusing his sense of smell and he could now pinpoint the person he had searched for all day, but he no longer needed his nose. His best friend, the person he cared the most in the world, was the chained man. Higoru... Higoru was his name. The "mayor" had revealed himself to be a demon by the name Chaos, and as he did so, he gripped Higoru by his hair and sliced his head clean off.
Though the demon's namesake erupted all around him as guards that were present also revealed themselves to be demons serving the one on stage, Úlfr's world was eerily quiet as his eyes were locked onto to the eyes of Higoru, a silent conversation spanning the breadth of Higoru's last pulse of life as his head fell transpiring between them... Loss... Love... Sorrow...
It was as if a bomb exploded the moment Higoru's head touched the boards of the stage he had been kneeling on as Úlfr erupted in a mass of grief, fur and unbridled rage at Chaos, screaming in pain until it became a howl of fury as he shifited into his werewolf form. He ripped through demons that tried to bar his way to Chaos, staining his silver fur with crimson as he tried with all his might to reach the one that had stolen that which was most precious to him; the first person to accept him despite being a monster, his first friend.