ii. Kargkonatta

G6 Hornfels DE 4m3r bought for 10 effigies (listed 10gc or 4.5ksc) 10.10.24



It's so warm. Why is it snowing?

He lingers in front of the house like somehow he's chained here, rigidly taut, just a hair from splitting apart and shattering into violence. Underneath his black-dreadnaught eyes, glowing faintly like the yellowed moon, there is something haunting. Primal and afraid.

It looks at you like a hawk. It refuses to move any closer to the house. Refuses to move any further away. Its belly is flush to the clammy ground. There's a candle on in the attic. Someone must be home.

You move closer, boots scratching the whispy crackling grass, and it whines. Just for a moment, swiftly cut-off and replaced by a silent, whispering groan. A fearful flickering glance back to the house and then its trained back on you. You move closer again and you're not sure why.

When he looks at you your ears ring. A loud staticky fuzz fills the air, a buzzing like tamed wasps. He is afraid of the house and maybe his owner is inside and he seems scared of that too.

There's a slash like a blinding attempt over it's face, narrowly missing it's eyes. It's third eye twitches and spasms in its socket and the other two are stone-still.

Your boots drag along the wheaten grain underfoot as you slink back. The candle is blown out and the house becomes pitch black. The creature, the dog, the wolf, writhes for a moment but otherwise makes no move to do much of anything. Then it starts keening, louder and more furiously frantic as you hear the loud banging of rushed footsteps on old, rickety stairs.

You should go. You should go.