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Mar 16 2018, 09:49 AM
I'm leaving to go fishing today sometime arounddddd 4pm EST. Will not be back til Sunday because I'm going fishing with my dad, brother, grandpa, and brother's friend Joe.
Mar 9 2018, 06:35 PM
Night was probably one of the best times of the day to rummage through other people's trash-cans and see what was in it. Each night she crept upon the closest house, a creeping mist would crawl through the village, rendering Vertigo's vision useless and causing her to cough. After a couple of minutes she would blink sleepily, before realizing that she shouldn't feel this tired with the mist.
Shaking her head, the young woman cleared the fog from her mind with a few sharp blinks. Trouble, who was most definitely an embodiment of his name, bit helpfully (or not so helpfully) at the back of her heels, nibbling his way along her foot and sending sharp jolts of pain up to her brain.
Temples aching, she rubbed at them forcefully and squeezed her eyes shut. What was this thing doing to her mind? As she opened her eyes, she visibly jolted back when she saw what looked like a skeleton in the distance. Holy fuck what was she doing here? At her feet, the Aron could only stare at the fragile looking being. As a steel-type, he was somewhat resistant to psychic types.
Trouble squinted at the being, only turning around in surprise when Vertigo collapsed to the ground, rubbing forcefully at her temples and mumbling under her breath. What the hell? Baffled, he turned to peer back at the being- only to blink in shock as he noticed the misty terrain was slowly clearing.
What the hell was going on? There was only one thing he could do.
He bit down sharply on Vertigo's available finger.
Mar 9 2018, 06:21 PM
Vertigo rummaged around in the bag she carried her tokens in, carefully counting each token she touched. She needed to get a few supplies before she even thought about going anywhere within Terrene. The black-haired young woman couldn't remember the number of times she heard a villager say 'Crazy Omega's doing something weird again up in Onix Peak,' or 'The training regime that Beta is offering up in Crater sounds tempting..'
With Trouble in his Poke-ball and the bag from doing numerous things around Forest Beach to help them out, Vertigo sighed and stuffed the pouch into the top of the worn bag that she carried around with her. Pushing open the door to the General Store, she found herself frowning briefly at the cashier person thing, whatever they were in thoughtful contemplation.
"...Hi." Vertigo greeted brusquely, withdrawing the token pouch for the second time and setting it on the counter. "I'm going to need four supply packs and a fire starter, if you please."
Mar 1 2018, 03:18 PM
NOTES okay, this one requires a bit of a back-story to it because I didn't mean for it to be so dark. O.o I was helping my father start a fire in our fire-thing whatever (it's not a fireplace.) and he wanted me to go out and get some little pieces of wood. i went out there and while it wasn't too bad raining, IT WAS HOWLING LIKE A GOD-DAMN WOLF. so yeah. what started out as The Howling morphed into this o.o
PEOPLE WHO WORKED ON IT just Storm.
Can you hear it screaming?
With it's teeth gleaming
As its tongue streaks across the sky?
Can you see the eyes glinting crimson?
Its petrifying gaze holding you stricken
Before you sing your last lullaby?
Can you feel its claws reaching,
Oustretched, blood-soaked, leaching
You of the fear you so breathe?
Can you smell its rancid stench
Seeping out of its mouth as you blench?
Even as you recoil from claws unsheathed?
Can you taste its absolute hunger
Roiling and pounding like thunder?
Is it the rancid fear being consumed?
A paralyzing agent curls your stomach
Holding something only you can covet
For if you don't run you are doomed.
Blood seeps out of its skin
Rolling down its cheeks to its chin,
Pupils expanding like moons.
Its grin widens as your fear doubles
Stalking forward with that white teeth spread across its muzzle
Silver etched across its eyes like runes.
It lets loose a horrific howl,
Saliva dripping down its loosened jowls.
Its mocking you, you think.
Eyes flash like gimlet rubies
Studying you, making you woozy
Backing you against death's brink.
Its nose is cool against your forehead.
Making you cringe back with your thoughts morbid
As you shrink back against the wall.
Its intense scarlet orbs rouse from within terror
Dripping white teeth inspiring error
In your feeble attempts to escape from its enthrall
What is this creature?
You think, panic ever the screecher
As you stare with horrified wonder.
Another howl rips through its fang-filled maw
Eyes still pinned on you like a treat it likes to gnaw.
Even now, your heart is all athunder.
A bright flash streaks across the sky
Making you let out a shocked cry
As the creature leaps away from your body.
"It's a demon," you morbidly grin.
Wretched and full of sin,
Terror and horror embodied.