Herryk would choose, of course, to follow the fog.
The strange feeling of ambiguity engulfed him - it was strange, really, how bland everything felt, despite the fact that he was in full color (for what that was worth). The fog pulsed around him, gentle swirls whorling around his feet. There was no time to lose - Herryk couldn't place a finger on it, but he knew.. he knew that this place was not where he wanted to be.
He took a step forward. Something gave way and splintered beneath the heavy thud of his foot.
Herryk looked down.
Shards of broken glass, slightly dampened by some sort of fluid. It was inconsequential to the draugr. He didn't recognize anything about it, and there was no sense in wasting time trying to figure out what it was.
He looked around. The fog was thick, but Herryk could swear that he actually saw something. The draugr called out in an attempt to catch the attention of whatever it was, but his voice fell dull and flat. No echoes. They were stifled by the fog.
It was blissful, this loneliness. Excitement rippled just beneath his skin, and he took a moment to search the area before he headed towards the cold light. There were quite a few lights around, with more appearing as he walked - but there was something familiar and comfortable about the particular light he chose. Cool.
He'd never been fond of warmth.
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Name: Herryk HP: 50/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 0% Items: Nothing. RP Blurb:
Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 1:50 pm
His brief search of the area would reveal two odd looking, miscolored pumpkin pills and one even odder-looking bandage. He tucked them away as he moved further towards the cold light.
The bullets and arrows pierced his dark skin before he even realized what was going on. He was outnumbered, painfully so, and could not do anything but turn and run back the way he'd come.
If only he was stronger. If only he could fight back. If only he could barge in and wrap his fingers around their skulls and squeeze so tightly that they crumpled and crunched between his fingers.
He would make them pay. Somehow, they would all pay for what they'd done to him. What they'd done to her - to them.
Herryk felt tired. Maybe it would be worth it to run back in and end it all, taking out as many of them as he could. He rose to his feet, muscles rippling with each move that he made. He had nothing left to live for, at this point. Nothing could save him now, nothing could --
There was an odd sound of laughter. Music. Herryk closed his eyes and allowed it to wash over his body, distracting him from his own destruction. The ache, the need for power and vengeance clawed in his gut, demanded to be set free. Herryk bit back the urge, bitter and dark and ugly, and opened his eyes.
The fog swarmed around him. Writhing and frothing and wispy. It took a few moments for him to realize where he was - Fright Night, but different. Smoothing his hand down his face, Herryk grunted softly before he began a disjointed path through the festival. Food, games, prizes. Just the way it had been, but not.
It felt as if hours had passed when suddenly the fog rushed up - Herryk immediately felt as if he were falling weightlessly through the cold dark mists. Things came to a standstill, and a figure became clear. It came closer as more and more forms took shape behind the figure, and Herryk nearly missed the words that were spoken.
"What are you fighting for?" Herryk's brow furrowed as he realized that the creature held a weapon. He narrowed his eyes, thoughts growing more and more foggy. He felt heavy, tired, exhausted - immovable.
"Is it power? Is it for them?"
Power. Destruction. Fear.
For them?
Herryk looked at the shapes behind the figure. He could make out one above the others.
Freya.
She wouldn't meet his eyes.
He felt crazed with madness.
"Herryk never wanted to hurt her," he muttered, his voice low and animalistic, barbaric. "Take Herryk instead, please."
If he hadn't been frozen in place, he would have fallen to his knees. He would have begged and screamed and torn the figure limb from limb.
But he couldn't. All he could do was speak. A low, brutal plea. She was his.
"Please."
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Name: Herryk HP: 30/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 15% Items: Corrupted Pumpkin Pill x2 Runic Bandage x 1 RP Blurb:
The figure gave a brief nod, and Freya seemed to lift and float towards him. Tears filled his eyes and ran unchecked down his sharp cheeks, dampening the coarse stubble that coated his jaw. She would be safe. As she passed him, and as he passed her, everything flashed white... He winced and squeezed his eyes closed.
In the next instant, two things became painfully clear.
One, Herryk felt different. He couldn't explain it. It simply was.
Two, he was kneeling. There was a sickly-sweet scent that warped his vision for a moment, a sticky dampness coating his hands. His head swam. Adrenaline pulsed.
He felt alive.
Opening his eyes, Herryk glanced down at the figure, taking a brief moment to study it.
It didn't matter. He wasted no more time. The lust for blood, for death, for power, destruction, the end, the end, the end...
Soon the garbled, raspy breathing was over. Soon there was nothing left but the heavy stillness - the final, heaving shudder - the froth of hot blood as it washed over his hands.
Their end. His rebirth.
This was what he was. This was who he'd become.
This was what he'd been created to do.
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Name: Herryk HP: 30/50 FEAR Strength: 95% Insanity Strength: 30% Items: Corrupted Pumpkin Pill x2 Runic Bandage x 1 RP Blurb:
Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 2:11 pm
The moment was over far too soon. He was ripped from the scene - how was this happening? - only to come face to face with a figure that he did not quite recognize. It was warm - and if he closed his eyes and pretended, it almost felt as if he were with his witch-mother.
She spoke, but he did not understand what she spoke of. He glanced at the counter. There was only one shape that was vaguely recognizeable, and he reached for that one, impassively handing it to the petite figure that appeared to be waiting for his next move.
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Name: Herryk HP: 30/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 40% Items: Corrupted Pumpkin Pill x2 Runic Bandage x 1 RP Blurb:
He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but it certainly hadn't been that. When the thick smoke began to spew forth from the oven-thing, Herryk made a noise of concern. The figure tried to soothe him briefly but.
More white.
A pure, painful flash of white.
When it cleared, there was a door before him. Upon reaching out to touch it, Herryk could tell that it was thick and solidly crafted. Sturdy. Peculiar, in the way that it followed him as he moved to either side. Curious.
He reached his hand out, a small soft whisper caressing his ear.
"You ate me, ate me.. ate me.. ate me.."
What was that?
"Wait!"
Warm, honey-cream arms wrapped around him from behind. She pressed against him. He knew who it was. He'd never forget the feel of her on his skin, the taste of her on his tongue, the sounds she made when she slept, the golden shift of her hair, the sparking sapphire of her eyes and the bubbly tinkle of her laugh.
He'd never forget.
"Don't goes. Please. There's still another way. Yeh don't has teh do this!"
A piece of him shattered. The curve of her lips pulled to him. He turned and dipped his head. She was here for him, right before him - just when he needed her so desperately. She'd never forgotten him. She'd never forsaken him.
"Herryk will not go."
Her warm, scented body drew closer as her grip tightened. This was perfection, holding her in his arms once more. This was where he was meant to be, each and every day of his life.
"Then yeh'll stay with me?"
Herryk nodded, shifting to bury his face in the curve of her shoulder.
She gave a happy sigh, and vanished.
He was alone.
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Name: Herryk HP: 30/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 70% Items: Corrupted Pumpkin Pill x2 Runic Bandage x 1 RP Blurb:
Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 1:05 pm
There was a single moment in time - a moment before the mists pulled back - that Herryk stood still. His arms still clasped the ghoul he'd held in his arms, his eyes were closed. There was a blissful expression on his face. He felt, for that single moment - the moment before he realized she was gone - that everything would be fine. His chest swelled, and for a brief, brief moment in time, Herryk was home.
Whoosh.
Reality came crashing down, and it hit him like a ton of bricks.
Before he could react - let out a scream, fall to his knees, beg, beg, beg! - the silvery fog was pulling back. As it shifted, a door was revealed. Different from the previous one, more ominous.
He panicked.
Herryk fell to his knees. There was an empty feeling in his chest, an emotion that he couldn't place. He knew one thing for certain.
If he went down, there would be no coming back.
Herryk's eyes slipped shut.
He descended.
((Exit))
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Name: Herryk HP: 30/50 FEAR Strength: 100% Insanity Strength: 70% Items: Corrupted Pumpkin Pill x2 Runic Bandage x 1 RP Blurb:
