Post by Turtlus on Jul 12, 2021 2:12:20 GMT -5
The old trails of Foresta’s woods were well known to be a hotspot for all manner of spiritual goings-on, the most typical of course being the hauntings. Lost souls of untold number wander the paths in a hopeless search for loved ones either long gone or long dead, likely unaware of the passage of time or their own undead state. Most of them go unseen to the naked eye, though here and there one may visually manifest for a usually-brief period of time. And now, with the sun having long departed and a light fog settling in, it was the perfect environment for them to manifest.
They were not the only apparitions to linger there on this night however, for here propped up against a withered tree trunk sat Knell, completely still aside from the slight fuming of his gaseous flesh. His usual, monstrous grin lay subsumed under that same darkness, leaving only the ethereal spheres that acted as his eyes as his only facial features, their light shining out like beacons in the dark.
He was an entity that substituted off the misery and despair of other beings, and so the trails had become something of a feeding grounds for Knell if he was feeling especially depleted after the sun had set, and his fellow students had gone to rest. It kept him away from his usual studying and snooping about the school grounds, but it wasn’t like he could do such things properly whilst starving and unable to fully use his powers anyhow. Though as of late staying in had been becoming more and more appealing; the staff were turning their focus outwards towards the trees.
Yes, this sudden plague of hate in local wildlife had that pathetic school riled up. Curfews in effect, with threats of punishment if it’s found out too late. And yet the few hexed-vermin he had observed seemed rather pathetic. Just mindless aggression and instinct, and yet tended to avoid these unhallowed places unless provoked. He chuckled quietly at the thought as he scanned the trail before him. “So afraid of simple flesh and bone, yet none bat an eye at this perversion of death a mere walking distance from their precious little school,” Knell mused aloud, his voice dipping into an almost unheard of monotone. “What foul power causes you to linger here, shackled to this miserable plane? Something near? Something your one true god can free you from?”
Something about their imprisonment to such a terrible fate struck a chord deep in shade's heart. He cared little for the suffering and fates of mortals, but seeing them shackled in this bleak place, with no awareness other then that of their own suffering and loneliness, it was not unlike his own incarceration in the rotting void of his greater self's darkness. He cared not for their suffering in life, and their likely-messy deaths, but this is a fate very few fleshmaggots actually deserved.
With him so focused on his own thoughts and musings, and his need for energy completely satiated for the moment, Knell's perception of his surroundings was at an all time low. Something feeling particularly violent or sorrowful might draw his attention, but anything else would be free to precede however they saw fit without any reaction from the self-proclaimed god.
They were not the only apparitions to linger there on this night however, for here propped up against a withered tree trunk sat Knell, completely still aside from the slight fuming of his gaseous flesh. His usual, monstrous grin lay subsumed under that same darkness, leaving only the ethereal spheres that acted as his eyes as his only facial features, their light shining out like beacons in the dark.
He was an entity that substituted off the misery and despair of other beings, and so the trails had become something of a feeding grounds for Knell if he was feeling especially depleted after the sun had set, and his fellow students had gone to rest. It kept him away from his usual studying and snooping about the school grounds, but it wasn’t like he could do such things properly whilst starving and unable to fully use his powers anyhow. Though as of late staying in had been becoming more and more appealing; the staff were turning their focus outwards towards the trees.
Yes, this sudden plague of hate in local wildlife had that pathetic school riled up. Curfews in effect, with threats of punishment if it’s found out too late. And yet the few hexed-vermin he had observed seemed rather pathetic. Just mindless aggression and instinct, and yet tended to avoid these unhallowed places unless provoked. He chuckled quietly at the thought as he scanned the trail before him. “So afraid of simple flesh and bone, yet none bat an eye at this perversion of death a mere walking distance from their precious little school,” Knell mused aloud, his voice dipping into an almost unheard of monotone. “What foul power causes you to linger here, shackled to this miserable plane? Something near? Something your one true god can free you from?”
Something about their imprisonment to such a terrible fate struck a chord deep in shade's heart. He cared little for the suffering and fates of mortals, but seeing them shackled in this bleak place, with no awareness other then that of their own suffering and loneliness, it was not unlike his own incarceration in the rotting void of his greater self's darkness. He cared not for their suffering in life, and their likely-messy deaths, but this is a fate very few fleshmaggots actually deserved.
With him so focused on his own thoughts and musings, and his need for energy completely satiated for the moment, Knell's perception of his surroundings was at an all time low. Something feeling particularly violent or sorrowful might draw his attention, but anything else would be free to precede however they saw fit without any reaction from the self-proclaimed god.