[PRP] - Toyol

[Rapidashtrainer]

This is a PRP between: Eiry and Xiu

 

[Rapidashtrainer]

The old house was dark, dank and bereft of any signs of life. Even the spiders seemed to have forsaken the empty building with its tattered curtains and its moss laden walls. Occasionally a faint gust of wind would trouble itself to stir the dust motes that clumped together on the cheap wooden floors.

The creature was hungry. It had been a while since it was last fed. This was not how it should be. They had made a pact after all. It was supposed to be fed every night for as long as the Master owned it. But the Master was weak. He had gotten frightened towards the end. He had tried to severe their contract!

It was unthinkable and thus it had only done what was unthinkable in return.

It had...retaliated.

Oh yes, the Master was scared. He was terrified. Up to the moment when the last of his life left him, the Master had kept on screaming.

Now though...the Master is quiet. Peaceful even. But it was getting hungry. What little life blood that had remained within its Master has been drained within the last couple of days. Already it could feel itself losing its strength. Oh, how it had cried for someone to take it in, to comfort it; but no one came. No one ever paid much attention to this old house tucked away from the ever growing city. No one has ever cared. Perhaps...that was why Master took it in in the first place.

The Master had been a poor man. Too poor to have a family. Perhaps that was why they got along so well in the beginning. The both of them were lonely. The Master had then started telling it to help out. It had agreed. It was fun slipping into different homes and collecting different things. Sometimes it was coloured pieces of rectangular paper with old faces printed on them; other times it was shiny metal and glittering stones. It was such fun. Almost like playing treasure hunt.

And the Master had rewarded it each time. Sometimes it was blood. Other times it was a chicken’s egg or even a toy. Those were good times.

But it had grown too fast, according to Master and the Master was beginning to be afraid of it. That was absurd. Like it would ever hurt the Master. It had grown attached to the Master. It had developed a taste for the Master’s blood.

The Master would not listen though. He had wanted to cut them off. He said he had gotten what he required and that he had no other need for it. That had caused it to throw a tantrum. That was what had caused it to kill the Master.

And now it needs a New Master.

One that would take care of it.

Feed it.

Love it...

...

For the time being though, the neighbourhood pigeons would have to do for food.  

[Storei]

Eirdirsceol, while having a complicated name, did not have a really complicated routine. The mornings would be spent eating the breakfast left for them by Aphi's hands in the kitchen, and he would chat with Isi about whatever happened to be the topic of that day. He would ask him about his home studies, much of which had been occupying Isi's time lately. He was reading about different places in the world, looking up places of interest in maps and encyclopedias. Eiry did his best to show interest, but soon he would have to leave. He couldn't get too attached. Then he would put on his best coat, and sloppily tie a cravat about his neck and collar, glad that, no matter how he tied it, it would always look dapper. He then put on his reading glasses, and bid his Guardian adieu. He took the local bus to Durem city park, and from there he floated to work, his burning wings behind him pushing him lazily forward. He had time to spare. He was always a half hour early for work, so he could perhaps stop off in the park for a quick snack. Then he would spend the rest of his day within the folds of the library, answering questions, signing out books and putting them away. It was a simple enough job and he certainly enjoyed doing it. It was almost meditative for him.

When he was finally let off work, he would close the library alone, and finish putting away as many books as he could before he had to put on his coat again and drift away from the library's comforting walls. Quiet would be his journey back home, and often he would stop off at the park in the early evening to eat a few dead plants before he caught the last bus home. He would return to his front door and enter without a key, then spend the rest of his evening with Isi or with a particularly lovely book. He would eventually fall asleep in the attic, generally with a book lying flat on his chest.

This evening, though, would be different. He would stop off in the park, gathering the essence of death from dying plants with the slow inhale of his chest, when his apple red eyes caught sight of a tiny scrambling figure, pale and translucent against the grass.

Eiry lifted up, pushing his reading glasses up his nose. "A spirit...?" he wondered aloud. That was curious. While he had a keen relationship with ghosts in the library and so on, he had never before seen spirits traversing the park. Too populated, too open, too exposed, he heard them reason before. So why would a spirit be here now? And such a small one at that? Eiry swallowed and, tucking his books close underneath his arm, floated in its direction, his curiosity brewing.  

[Rapidashtrainer]

The grass was tall and the people unobservant. Little did they know that there was a little specter running along amongst them and in between their feet. That was fine by it. Most of these humans did not know, did not understand its needs anyway.

Blood! There was blood to be had!

Uttering a shriek of delight, it started toddling over to a patch of tall grass. Lucky! There was a wounded cat there. Someone had thrown a stone at the poor creature and it looked badly hurt. All the better to feed on! Letting out another one of its ghastly childish giggles, it approached the wounded beast fearlessly. The cat was afraid and rightly so but cornered or not, this was one animal that would not be getting away. The child grinned a horrible grin.

Minutes later the cat had ceased breathing and the nightmarish child had begun to feed on the animal’s carcass. It slurped and grinned and slurped some more. Today was a good day. A very good day indeed. It was not often that it could gorge itself like this and today it was satisfied. Letting out an infantile yawn, the child then got back onto its feet. And noticed a stranger staring at it. Immediately its features contorted into that of a child about to cry. That had always scared its previous owner. Perhaps it would scare this being away too.

When that did not happen, the ghostly child uttered one last sob before getting up and ambling quickly down the grass, its attention apparently having been spent.
 

[Storei]

The look of horror on Eiry's face was not often seen, but in this case, Eiry felt that there no other way to react to the sight of a phantom child gorging itself on the blood of a feline corpse. HIs stomach flipped at the sight of blood, never having been alright with the sight of it, and he tried to hold his stomach still as he watched the child whimper, weep, and then bawl before him. That, however, did not, and would not scare the minty raevan away. He had seen his fair share of weeping ghosts, specters who had realized the continuing length of their mortal coil, their lives bound to the earthly plane. Eiry had conversed with these ghosts, attempted to console or reason with them in order to silence the ghostly wailing that only he could hear. Sometimes, it would keep him up at night and he would lay there listening to the weeping, but he had learned to accept it as just another element of the collection of noises that the night would broadcast. He had no fear of weeping.

Soon, the phantom child realied this, forgot the routine and scrambled away again into the grass.

Eiry stared after it with a perplexed face. Usually, ghosts who would notice Eiry noticing them, would become elated, nearly physchotic with relief that they had been noticed, and would subsequently confront him and drag him on long conversations, asking him all sorts of hard questions for which he had no answer. He would do his best regardless. So seeing this child run away from him, Eiry grew immensely concerned, despite its horrific deed. The very fact that this very young spirit had resorted to such drastic and terrible measures made Eiry's stomach churn with guilt and disgust, and immediately he felt a responsibility to look into it further. Isi would have to wait for him a little longer to return home, Eiry surmised, because he had to do something. This spirit could be a great danger to either itself or to others.

The wispy raevan followed after the spirit, setting his lips into a firm line.  

[Rapidashtrainer]

Storei

The tiny creature waddled on, oblivious to the Sigel that was following closely behind it. What did it care about that other being anyway? Most people and animals would tire and lose interest after a while. Just like its Master...its...Master...

Letting out another sniffle at the vague memory of the one who owned it, the childlike spirit made a quick amble up a desolate path off the main road. Not many people knew about it but there used to be a house here. A modest house, a respectable house...until the tall buildings with their loud signs came and flanked the old house on every side but one and it was this one path that the child waddled in towards its home.

Letting out a chilling gurgle, the spectre ran thought the half fallen front door and disappeared within the depths of the dilapidated house. If Eiry were to follow it, the Sigel would note the horrific state of disrepair that the house was in but worse still, scattered here and there were relatively new objects. A rubber ball, a plastic doll, several dust covered bottles of water and cans of food...

But above it all, there was the stench of decaying meat. Putrid and saturated.

A giggle followed by the ominous sounds of a rocking chair could be heard coming from what was probably the living room.
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This was definitely the place. He had no doubt about it. The stale aura mingled with an underlying sense of dread was unmistakable and recently, the sense of unease had been growing stronger. Xiu did not like this. It was too close to his home for one thing; and the second was that Hazeline’s brother, Joshua, frequently used this road.

Best to n** the flower in the bud thought Xiu grimly. I cannot risk having my family be in danger. Not if I can help it .

With his hand firmly on the sheath of his sword, Xiu approached the old building warily and was not aware of Eiry’s presence within the old home.  

[Storei]

Old homes. A lived in home. This was a home where these sort of things shoulder never happen and yet, always, it did. Hauntings that were once in a place with such happiness. Eiry had drifted into the walls of the old home, ignoring the boarded up windows and the signs that warned against entry. There was an unhealthy spirit in here, one that was unlike anything Eiry had ever seen before. He had to help somehow, he had to either dispel its evil or understand it, something. Drifting from room to room, he tried to seek out the little spirit, hoping that it would be easy to track with how odd it was, or perhaps the old dried blood smell that followed it wherever it went, but Eiry had a hard time tracing its path through the dust and the dark of the home.

The wispy sigel pulled his wings in tight to his back, his shoulders close to his neck. It was cold in here, a sure sign of the ghostly infestation. His red eyes wandered from corner to corner of the room he was in currently, the dining room, where an empty table bowed to his entry. There were broken ceramic cups and plates on the floor, a sure sign that the ghostly presence that lived in this place was violent and emotional. Eiry gulped, pushing his glasses up his face as he floated around the scene to search out the next hallway.

Coming around the corner, he snapped his head to the side, suddenly aware of a large white figure floating towards him, and he let out a yelp, leaping backwards and into a wall, where he fumbled and slid along its side, his hands closed and his hands searching for purchase as he willed himself into intangibility, an automatic response from the raevan. The ghost that he had followed here was small and frail, not large and frightfully intimidating! Had it been a trap? A ruse?! Eiry forced his clenched eyes to open.

Someone was in the house with him.

But it wasn't until he had gathered his breath for the next scream that he realized who it was. He strangled the scream from his throat, paused, and then looked at the figure again.

"....Xiu?!" he blurted in surprise.

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