₸hḕ Nigh₮ Mờves - A Fantasy RP

[Athaid]

Night had fallen and Victoria sat shivering, from cold, she hoped. She had tried to ignore the creeping feeling of dread which had seemed to grow as the light diminished. Taking a sip of water from her bottle she looked around her warily. "Come...." For a moment she thought she saw something, a light, and her heart leapt to her throat. But then it was gone again. She took another sip. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her heart thumped a little faster. Again, in the corner of her eye. She jumped, dropping the bottle on the ground, her eyes darting around in the blackness. "Closer..." The breeze breathed.. Then she was standing, she didn't remember doing it, but now there she was, walking forwards. The fear was rising in her like a river about to burst it's bank, her entire body was telling her to run, to run as far and as fast as she could. But her feet kept moving forward. The shadow trees stood tall beside her, the invisible twigs and leaves crunching beneath her darkened feet. She cried suddenly, her eyes as wide as plates, her entire body stiffening. It's impossible.. "Go...." The branches creaked. As though in a dream, she wandered slowly towards the misty door which stood before her. It swirled and swam, and seemed to glow with some kind of ghostly light. It was calling her. She couldn't turn away. Her hand was shaking, wet with sweat, her heart thumping in her ears like drums. "Go... Go..." The wind whispered. "Closer... "
Her fingers reached for the fog, trembling, then there was a terrible coldness as a hand came out and pulled her in. She tried to scream but the air had been taken from her lungs in a single panicked gasp. Water. Water. I can't breath. It was in her eyes, it's icy hands wrapped around her throat. "Closer..." It wheezed. Her hands were stiff and numb, she clawed at her neck, the drums getting faster, faster, faster, faster.
"Gone..." She sighed sadly, the tears frozen on her cheeks.

Victoria woke with a start, her eyes opened, sweat running down her face. She gasped for air, sitting up and leaning against the fallen tree which had been her bed. The light was all about her now. It had only been a dream.

 

[cutiechook1]

Irma heard her name being called from a while away.
"Mister, I'm going to get down, I hear somebody." Irma told the tree (forgot his name) and climbed down. "It isn't the ghoul, so I don't think it's dangerous."

She ran off in the direction of the voice curiously. "Who is it?" She called out.

(Sagax) "It's me, Suno," Suno yelled. "I have the ghoul in my arms!!"

 

[cutiechook1]

Night had fallen and Victoria sat shivering, from cold, she hoped. She had tried to ignore the creeping feeling of dread which had seemed to grow as the light diminished. Taking a sip of water from her bottle she looked around her warily. "Come...." For a moment she thought she saw something, a light, and her heart leapt to her throat. But then it was gone again. She took another sip. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, her heart thumped a little faster. Again, in the corner of her eye. She jumped, dropping the bottle on the ground, her eyes darting around in the blackness. "Closer..." The breeze breathed.. Then she was standing, she didn't remember doing it, but now there she was, walking forwards. The fear was rising in her like a river about to burst it's bank, her entire body was telling her to run, to run as far and as fast as she could. But her feet kept moving forward. The shadow trees stood tall beside her, the invisible twigs and leaves crunching beneath her darkened feet. She cried suddenly, her eyes as wide as plates, her entire body stiffening. It's impossible.. "Go...." The branches creaked. As though in a dream, she wandered slowly towards the misty door which stood before her. It swirled and swam, and seemed to glow with some kind of ghostly light. It was calling her. She couldn't turn away. Her hand was shaking, wet with sweat, her heart thumping in her ears like drums. "Go... Go..." The wind whispered. "Closer... "
Her fingers reached for the fog, trembling, then there was a terrible coldness as a hand came out and pulled her in. She tried to scream but the air had been taken from her lungs in a single panicked gasp. Water. Water. I can't breath. It was in her eyes, it's icy hands wrapped around her throat. "Closer..." It wheezed. Her hands were stiff and numb, she clawed at her neck, the drums getting faster, faster, faster, faster.
"Gone..." She sighed sadly, the tears frozen on her cheeks.

Victoria woke with a start, her eyes opened, sweat running down her face. She gasped for air, sitting up and leaning against the fallen tree which had been her bed. The light was all about her now. It had only been a dream.

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[Athaid]

WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Lol thanks. She's in the mystical forest now )

 

[Athaid]

Victoria clutched at her throat and closed her eyes. It was only a dream.. She told herself, breathing heavily.
But something didn't feel right. It was still so cold, her skin was like melting ice, damp and chilled. She wiped her forehead with a trembling hand and pushed herself into a sitting position. I need.. I need.. What did she need? Something. She stood up and fell to her knees, her legs turned to jelly. The compass was right there, still half buried in dirt. She reached out to grab it, but when she pulled it from the mud it was whole again. She furrowed her brow in confusion and turned it around in her hands. Warm. It seemed to glow, a strange ghostly glow. The arrow was pointing at her, straight through her. Fingers crawled up her neck, a hot flush spreading across her face. She could feel the eyes on her back, burrowing into her. Shaking and sweating, her heart thumping in her chest, she turned around... (And sees, someone else's character..?)

 

[cutiechook1]

(Eva. She is a ghost now. She looks a bit like a really pale human with blood red eyes.)

 

[Athaid]

(Okay, I'll write it in a minute.)

 

[cutiechook1]

Irma heard her name being called from a while away.
"Mister, I'm going to get down, I hear somebody." Irma told the tree (forgot his name) and climbed down. "It isn't the ghoul, so I don't think it's dangerous."

She ran off in the direction of the voice curiously. "Who is it?" She called out.

"It's me. Suno! I have got the ghoul! IN MY ARMS!!!!!" Suno yelled, heading for her voice.

 

[cutiechook1]

Victoria clutched at her throat and closed her eyes. It was only a dream.. She told herself, breathing heavily.
But something didn't feel right. It was still so cold, her skin was like melting ice, damp and chilled. She wiped her forehead with a trembling hand and pushed herself into a sitting position. I need.. I need.. What did she need? Something. She stood up and fell to her knees, her legs turned to jelly. The compass was right there, still half buried in dirt. She reached out to grab it, but when she pulled it from the mud it was whole again. She furrowed her brow in confusion and turned it around in her hands. Warm. It seemed to glow, a strange ghostly glow. The arrow was pointing at her, straight through her. Fingers crawled up her neck, a hot flush spreading across her face. She could feel the eyes on her back, burrowing into her. Shaking and sweating, her heart thumping in her chest, she turned around... (And sees, someone else's character..?)

Eva had been in pain while she had just been turned into a ghost. But now she felt no pain at all no matter what. She felt no sadness on the account of losing her dog. In fact, she had no emotions at all! She wandered around until she came to some footprints leading to Victoria. She got a few yards away and stood there staring.

 

[Athaid]

As Victoria turned around her eyes met another's. She froze, her body stiffening, her eyes wide. A stab of fear went straight through her stomach. I'm still dreaming.. It's just a dream.. It was a woman, her skin as pale as snow, her eyes as red as blood. The light was changing, swirling and shifting, the trees were creaking and groaning. "Gone..." They whispered. "Gone..."
Victoria stumbled to her feet and fell back against a tree, her nails digging into the bark.