10-24-2017, 09:16 PM
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She should know better than to follow that noise. She should stop, gather herself, but she pursues that eerie howl in the night because it calls to her and strokes her endless curiosity.
There is no way to see the faerie, but she hears the power in its voice and quakes with uncertainty as other bodies brush across her raggedy sides. There is no easy shift or blink to see the changes that consume her. Instead, Atrani hears the crack of her own bones to which she groans aloud and then there is heat licking and burning her flesh. Everything is painful; she suffers in muffled agony but contemplates that this is what she has always done to others. Although young, Atrani always brings chaos, pain, and heartbreak to those near her. It should only be right for her to portray the ugliness in her heart. She broke apart lovers and she destroyed her father, piece by piece. She’s a monster. She’s dead inside.
The skin is blistered, but healing at an unnatural pace, only this one time. Flames crackle down her ewed neck and tail, blazing and untamed. Her body is still emaciated – still ugly – but she will never be an image of beauty and grace. It isn’t the life she is meant for. There are still empty sockets where eyes should be, still an image of walking death, her face gaunt and her bones barely contained by her sleek flesh. Her jaw unhinges to expose the crocodilian teeth barely concealed behind her chapped lips. A cruel hiss slips from her throat; the noise is unfamiliar and frightening to her. What happened, she wants to ask, but is silenced by her mind’s alteration. It no longer craves the want to be loved, but instead to feed on fear. It’s what she has untested that would frighten her the most. The taste of blood would enable her to control someone, to see through their eyes since she does not have her own. She would finally grip their mind and thoughts, twist them to her benefit, just as she has done before, but far worse – far more effectively.
Her lungs expand with a deep breath, her new instincts beginning to pour through her and yearning to be set free.
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Upon her will (unless her instincts become overwhelming and unexpectedly take over), Atrani can shift into some form of lower demon (of my creation and for lack of a better term) that finds pleasure in stirring chaos versus killing. This appearance isn't necessarily permanent; she can revert to her normal self in order to lure in potential victims.
In her shifted form, Atrani has a mane and tail of fire, her body is slick with hardly any hair (never fuzzy, even in winter), and she has a mouth full of crocodilian-like teeth. Even in this form, she still has her skeletal appearance and no eyes, so no change there. She has the ability of mind control/possession, but ONLY if she is able to taste the victim's blood whether she finds them wounded or harms them herself. With no blood, she has no power over anyone. She can instill thoughts in their head to turn them against friends and lovers, etc. She could reap the benefits of her ability by seeing the events unfold through her victim's eyes.
Weaknesses:
Sunlight: this will greatly damage her skin and since she is naturally emaciated/skeletal, it would take months to heal. Her flesh sloughs off where sunlight directly touches her.
Water: She is weakened by water due to her fiery mane/tail, but it won't kill her (unless drowned, obviously).
Mortality: She isn't immortal, so she can still die of normal means, but not quite as easily as normal horses since she's a lower demon. Of course, she would die instantly should she be decapitated somehow or entirely dismembered.
</div><div class="atrquote">dove into her eyes and starved all the fears</div></div><div class="atrcredits">picture by <a href="http://www.boredpanda.com/death-like-skeleton-drawings-haenuli-shin/?utm_source=androidapp&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=androidapp">haenuli shin</a>- HTML by Call - words: ________</div></div></center>
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There is no way to see the faerie, but she hears the power in its voice and quakes with uncertainty as other bodies brush across her raggedy sides. There is no easy shift or blink to see the changes that consume her. Instead, Atrani hears the crack of her own bones to which she groans aloud and then there is heat licking and burning her flesh. Everything is painful; she suffers in muffled agony but contemplates that this is what she has always done to others. Although young, Atrani always brings chaos, pain, and heartbreak to those near her. It should only be right for her to portray the ugliness in her heart. She broke apart lovers and she destroyed her father, piece by piece. She’s a monster. She’s dead inside.
The skin is blistered, but healing at an unnatural pace, only this one time. Flames crackle down her ewed neck and tail, blazing and untamed. Her body is still emaciated – still ugly – but she will never be an image of beauty and grace. It isn’t the life she is meant for. There are still empty sockets where eyes should be, still an image of walking death, her face gaunt and her bones barely contained by her sleek flesh. Her jaw unhinges to expose the crocodilian teeth barely concealed behind her chapped lips. A cruel hiss slips from her throat; the noise is unfamiliar and frightening to her. What happened, she wants to ask, but is silenced by her mind’s alteration. It no longer craves the want to be loved, but instead to feed on fear. It’s what she has untested that would frighten her the most. The taste of blood would enable her to control someone, to see through their eyes since she does not have her own. She would finally grip their mind and thoughts, twist them to her benefit, just as she has done before, but far worse – far more effectively.
Her lungs expand with a deep breath, her new instincts beginning to pour through her and yearning to be set free.
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Words: 378
Upon her will (unless her instincts become overwhelming and unexpectedly take over), Atrani can shift into some form of lower demon (of my creation and for lack of a better term) that finds pleasure in stirring chaos versus killing. This appearance isn't necessarily permanent; she can revert to her normal self in order to lure in potential victims.
In her shifted form, Atrani has a mane and tail of fire, her body is slick with hardly any hair (never fuzzy, even in winter), and she has a mouth full of crocodilian-like teeth. Even in this form, she still has her skeletal appearance and no eyes, so no change there. She has the ability of mind control/possession, but ONLY if she is able to taste the victim's blood whether she finds them wounded or harms them herself. With no blood, she has no power over anyone. She can instill thoughts in their head to turn them against friends and lovers, etc. She could reap the benefits of her ability by seeing the events unfold through her victim's eyes.
Weaknesses:
Sunlight: this will greatly damage her skin and since she is naturally emaciated/skeletal, it would take months to heal. Her flesh sloughs off where sunlight directly touches her.
Water: She is weakened by water due to her fiery mane/tail, but it won't kill her (unless drowned, obviously).
Mortality: She isn't immortal, so she can still die of normal means, but not quite as easily as normal horses since she's a lower demon. Of course, she would die instantly should she be decapitated somehow or entirely dismembered.
</div><div class="atrquote">dove into her eyes and starved all the fears</div></div><div class="atrcredits">picture by <a href="http://www.boredpanda.com/death-like-skeleton-drawings-haenuli-shin/?utm_source=androidapp&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=androidapp">haenuli shin</a>- HTML by Call - words: ________</div></div></center>
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