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Introduction (TEASER): Everybody knows about wishing wells, you get a coin, make a wish, and toss it in. But have you ever heard the story of the wishing mirror? Probably not. There is only one in the world, and it lays, unused, in the attic of a normal school-boy, Quinn. He never learned why it was there, but he knew one thing.“Don’t go near the silver mirror, Quinn,” his mother would always say.
But why? He wanted to find out..
~Poe Talon Nakahara
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Tales of the Black Revenge #1: An Open HouseThis edition may contain vulgar language and suggestive themes, please be aware that these will be put in spoilers. Some of the trigger warnings in this edition are:
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My hair stood on end as if I was being watched, and I found myself checking over my shoulder. The crows were suddenly gone, a flurry of black feathers and beady eyes lifting into the sky with loud whooshing and cawing sounds. I found myself ducking to avoid getting whacked by the birds.
I whipped around to see where they were going, the murder had flown up above the trees, the frail leaves swaying at the sudden gusts from their wings. I stared at the mass of darkness flying away from my position. It looked like I was left without a choice.
Turning towards the entrance into the woods, I started towards it, my steps slow and deliberate. I pushed a branch upwards to open a way, glancing around. I wished I had a flashlight with me. It was almost impossible to see three feet ahead of myself.
I stalked forwards, shouldering branches and crawlers out of my way. A few thorns ripped through my jacket, scraping the top layer of my skin. But I ignored the pain and kept forcing myself forwards.
Coming into a clearing, I looked around, it was completely dark. Not a single bush or flower grew in the area. A minimal amount of sunlight filtered through the canopy, making beams of light on a dark, luscious grass. A few crawlers graced me with their presence, forming a bridge in the trees. I had no wish to climb the trees.
Everything seemed to grow louder, the birds’ chirping sounded like it was being blasted out of a speaker. The rustling of the leaves forming the roof over my head was the only quiet noise in the entire area.
I felt as if something was following me, filling in my footsteps. But whenever I looked behind myself, there was nothing to see. My mind must’ve been playing more tricks on me.
The forest seemed to close in, it was as if the clearing was growing smaller. The looming branches appeared to reach out to try to grab my limbs and drag me into the darkness.
I took off running, even as branches and foliage slammed against my face. One arm instinctively came up to cover my face from the attacking plants. I could hear my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears in harsh time with my footsteps.
Something was indeed following me, I heard it now, the cracking of branches overhead, a sign of aerial pursuit, or at the very least, whatever was chasing me was very good at climbing trees. I kept running, but my hope in escaping this being was slowly dying, a horrid sense of dread growing in its place.
I felt like my lungs would explode any moment now. I knew I was getting tired, a deep exhaustion setting in my limbs, but I also knew I couldn’t give up. If I died here, who knew if I would still be around in the waking world, and I wasn’t going to take that risk.
Almost instantly, I felt my feet catch on something, and I fell forwards. Catching myself with my hands, I looked up and forwards. There… the entrance to a new part of the forest, this part seemed brighter. It was like an invisible line was blocking the sunlight from reaching me.
I dragged myself forwards, my legs too weak to try to stand up. The crashing of tree limbs up above had ceased for the moment, but I only doubled my efforts.
I reached out to try to grasp a fallen log and pull myself up into a sitting position, squinting in the harsh light of the new glade.
My head tilted upwards as I tried to catch my breath. Something was watching from the trees, I could barely make out the shape of it.
It was a dark figure, the only thing very much visible was a spark of crimson red, the color of a rose. And something that looked like white porcelain. The rest of it was shadowed by the trees. The figure was crouched down on the branch, high above the ground.
I started to wonder if this creature was what had been following me. It didn’t try to come into the patch of light. The figure stood up to it’s full height, which was hard to see in the dark of the forest beyond.
The creature began to retreat, slipping into the shadows as if he had been defeated. I watched in astonishment as he disappeared into the darkness, and I felt that this encounter was long for over. This was just a small respite, a time of rest in the eternal battle.
oop
*thumbs up*
Luckily another friend was in the same server--so the rp got saved
OMG MY GAME JUST DISCONNECTED--- I DON'T HAVE TO PERSON FRIENDED--NO--
and now somebody things I know my dad's credit card info.I wish i did
roleplay
wb
I took a tentative step towards the murder of the dark birds, even tried scaring them off, but they wouldn’t budge. That pit in my stomach seemed to grow, and I felt, if I had anything in my system, I might lose it. I could hear that tiny voice in the back of my head again. Don’t go. It tried to warn me.
But once again, I felt it was leading me astray, so I ignored it, and walked up to the birds. The birds, once again, seemed to refuse to acknowledge I existed. Though they seemed to be on guard, watching for something that wasn’t there.
I felt myself involuntarily shiver at the idea of not being able to see a threat.
awe, alr.
But then again, who in a horror story ever uses logical thinking?
But the woods are where the crows came out of, so if he used logical thinking, if something scared the crows into the field, he'd be walking right into whatever that thing is' waiting hands.
kinda torn between making the protagonist go into the woods or stay in the field... Either way he's in danger.
It's honestly alright!
