Know the Beast: III

[luv 3469]

 

 

 

“Oh, great Beast, spirit of hunger and frost,

Hear my plea beneath the moon's pale glow.

From the shadows of the forest deep,

I call upon your ancient might.

 

Grant me the strength of the endless winter,

The unyielding hunger that knows no bounds.

Let your icy breath fill my lungs,

And your relentless desire guide my soul.

 

In your name, I embrace the darkness,

In your name, I forsake the warmth.

Oh, great Beast, heed my prayer,

And bestow upon me your terrible power.

 

For in the cold and in the night,

Your will shall be my guide,

And through your hunger, I shall rise,

Bound forever to your eternal ice.”

 

 

The outskirts of Haense were tainted with unspeakable horrors this night. Echoes of men screaming in sheer agony pierced the air, their desperate attempts to flee rendered futile. The darkened forest bore witness to their discarded remains, grotesquely strung about the trees like macabre ornaments.

 

Thick mist and choking fog seeped from two vile monoliths hidden deep within the woods. These monoliths were adorned with decaying decor and feasted-on carcasses, reeking of death and despair. One monolith seemed to corrupt the very rock upon which it stood, a blight that spread like a disease. The other coiled around the trunk of an ancient tree, its twisted form reaching out as if to grasp the moon above, casting a sinister shadow over the cursed land.

 

Beneath the ghastly light of the moon, the forest itself seemed to writhe and shudder. The air grew thick with the stench of rot and the palpable sense of dread. Every snap of a twig, every rustle of leaves, seemed amplified, echoing the terror that now haunted Haense. That night, the land was no longer its own; it had been claimed by the sisterhood of frost.

 

The monuments seemed to release faint whispers and echoes, the same things on repeat:

 

 

"THE BANSHEE QUEEN"

 

"THE BEAST BENEATH"

 

 

 

 

À̴̡̧͉̦̺͚̣̼̼͉̳̼̘̳̺̪̖̑ͣ͆̏̾ͤ̃̌̅͠ͅp̵̶̢̭̦̦̟̈̃̓̀̄̃ͬ́t͓͇̥͒ͨͮ́ͣ̾̕͝ͅͅŗ͚̞͈ͬ̌ͣͦ̒̽ͧͅg̦͔͕̫̞̗̹̱͖͕̻̳̺̩̼͔͕̍ͪ̏ͬ̍̈͒ͦ̏̾ͯ̇ͅͅ_̧͈͈̳̣̫̀̏ǫ̸̻͈̘͍̘͉̗̳̇̋́ͦ̈́͐ͮͫ̾̀ͨ͒ͥͣ͡_̷̡͔̪̓̃̇͢n̨̨̳̞͓͔̻͎̟̳̔ͯ̑̃̿ͦ̓͆̀ͬ̉ͦ̂_͚̕ģ̶̷̡̛̘̬̙̻̾ͧ̔̉́̕̕͡͝u̵̡͇̦͕̱ͮ͗̇ͣ͡͞-̶̶̧̣̞͍̠͍͓̤͙̗͉̪̻̭̼̥͛ͮ̄ͥ̓ͮ́̒ͣ̿ͥͧ̾͌ͩ͛ͦ̽͑̽̓̿͘͡͝Ma͔̬̩_̨̠̙̰̠̻̙̯ͣ̑̀͐͗̆͑ͦ́͘͟͡ð̨̯̤̜̭̪͇̳̺̬̝͉̓ͭ̒͑̾ͯ̓͛́̐͛͌̉̽ͭͤ̓ͧ͘͝͞͝͠r̶̡̲̺̫̙̻͎̪̃̓ͥ͊ͬͧ͂̍ͣ͗̇̕̕

 

 

[ThatFunkyBunch 2818]

Somewhere a putrid beast gathers papers. Nodding a few times as it begins to lace and bind them into a leather back cover. 

 

"All of Braevos will be drowned in flame and blood. Rent sunder in hail. Yet they still can not unite. These pathetic excuses of  descendants. They forsake their blood, may they choke in it." 

[Xarkly 17299]

Villorik of the White Comet only clicked his tongue.

 

What fools, he thought, to invoke the Comet's attention.

[don dada 579]

The Physician continues in their volley of the far and near, concoction after another.

 

She notes the distant aura about The Swordsman, offering a sweet, unconscious call.

 

"Surtr?" She coos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A faint response. "She is here." 

 

The glow of embers grew underneath His armor, and Her face showed nothing but worry.

Edited May 31, 2024 by baby