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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 2:29 pm
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What a joyous night! A chance to show the little ones what their father did. Grabbing all of his offspring that he could, Grim Grinning Ghosts lead their little tour group away from the safety of the bonfire. It was hard to keep the spring out of his step as he walked into the dark woods, tail swishing behind him in delight.
"Have you heard the tales, my children? Of how this swamp came to have ghosts?" When he was met with silence, certain they were shaking their heads. "Then listen well, so that in death, you don't repeat their foolish mistakes! It is said the first spirits were born of spite and hatred. So jilted from life, they felt, that the Motherfather had robbed them of their dues. So rather than join them in the next life, they swore vengeance- their bodies rotted to nothing, but their spirits remained. And they hungered for living flesh. Living souls to suck the life from their veins."
"D-dad," Deathly Still whined, his ears pinned back. "W-why do you deal with ghosts? T-that sounds awful!"
"Oh, awful indeed!" Grim nodded, in whole agreement. "At least it's just a story!" He stopped dead in his tracks, and turned back to his children with an abnormally delighted grin. The jaw markings along his face made them that much more hideous.
"Or is it?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 5:33 pm
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Look Alive shivered in the darkness but still found the courage to roll her eyes at her brother. "Chill, Still. It's- it's just a story. Isn't it? There's no way that spirits stick around to... what was it? Suck the life from our veins? If they did stick around to do that, then they'd do it, like, back at the bonfire or something. There's way more life over there. Right?" The white-eyed zikwa nervously pawed at the ground. This was a little spookier than she'd bargained for.
"You know," purred a voice in the darkness, "there are some who say that those who deal with ghosts are the lucky ones. That they know what comes next; what to expect. They get to see the reality of life and death for what it is- and they're prepared when they do see a restless spirit searching for vengeance or life, whichever comes easier. They know what's going to happen." Her teeth flashed pearly white in a sharp, deadly smile. "Those who run from ghosts are doomed to fall prey to them; those who face them head-on at least see what's coming." She took a step closer, then another step, each one calculated to be threatening but alluring. She knew this role and relished it. "So what do you think? Feeling... lucky?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 6:06 pm
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"Oh, wrong wrong wrong, my dear," Grim tutted, shaking his head at his daughter. "You see, ghosts hunt for the weak. The alone. Other kin could save you. It's so much easier... when you're all alone~ He chuckled, dark and deep. "And when the others come to look for you... what's to stop them from suffering the same fate?"
At the emergence of the stranger, Deathly Still practically leapt out of his skin. He backed away with each approaching step, pressing close to Look Alive. Ghosts were very much not his thing. Fear was very much not his thing. His teeth chattered as he looked to his sister for help, his expression pitiful and sad.
"O-oh gosh. L-look a-alive, th- there's... there's not really ghosts, are there?"
His terrified children filled Grim with a delight he could not explain. He had been dying, so long, for his little ones to see what he did. His Lady had been so right! They were absolutely thrilled by it! And perhaps they'd tell stories to their friends of how cool he was...
"They don't seem a lucky lot to me," He replied to Bloodsucker, tilting his head still as he grinned.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 8:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 8:08 am
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2015 9:10 am
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