OOC: Trigger alert- this thread has some gore and death.
This thread features my character,
Tah-leen~
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The squeaks of the windmill grew more frequent, and a rattling joined the moaning wood as the winds fought for which direction to blow. Clouds rife with rain moved in, the fore front being spear headed by fast moving clouds that were wispy, and dark ash in color. Lightning danced across the horizon, a few touching down in the wide valley near the small town of Dihnbahr. Not but fifty people lived here, and as it was, the remote location was still untouched by the war. It was perhaps due to where it was nestled near the foothills towards the east. But where this village lay, those who lived there feared what would happen if the war was to come.
The village was an outspoken one, barely a dot on any map. In fact, there was no real road marks, only the town's windmill squeaking on the top of Petri Hill welcomed anyone to the town. Dihnbahr locals enjoyed their seclusion, a lot of the people living hermit like and alone. The few who were more social kept up the small amount of activities in town and a small, oak-worn church.
The church was unique in it's own right, being more of a religious social gathering with no real God or Figure head to declare the church after. Some believed in Ansgar, others Kia; but it was a casual atmosphere and all religions were welcomed, worshiped and celebrated. It was perhaps one of it's unique features, for Dihnbahr had little else to offer. It wasn't a very welcoming town, no real inn to speak of- not that the village ever got any guests. There wasn't even a bar for socializing, just a few small stores that were run from the local's homes. But most were self sufficient, and they grew their own vegetables and tended to their own cattle to raise milk, eggs and meat.
It was perhaps this very reason the town was on edge. There had been... disturbances as of lately. Several sheep lay dead in the most ghastly of ways, with innards cut open, spilling out with blood glistened ribs buzzing with flies. It didn't even appear as if the animal, or whatever creature it was, ate any bits of it. Just ravaged the creature- and left it's remains smeared and gut open to the world.
At first, they thought it was a fluke when old man Warren found the first sheep dead. But as each subsequent night came past, another sheep was slain until half of his flock was gone. And each death was the same, peculiar gnarled mess of blood and bones. The only other noticeable characteristic from each corpse was their eyes were gone- perhaps eaten, perhaps just dug out. But one thing was clear- whatever was doing this was some sort of a savage, and no one had seen a thing- yet, most were too afraid to go out at night to really get a good look at it.
When the killings went from Old Man Warren's sheep to Hazel Woodly's dog, cut open in the same manor across her porch front, the whole town gathered together in a meeting.
Wanting to be rid of whatever this creature or mad human was, but also being fearful to draw any attention to their little town, the town began to devise a plan to seek for help outside of Connlaoth all together.
And they knew it was risky, and it would take a while- but the whole town began to take extra precautions with their animals. And even as they did so, still- every night a new animal was killed. And just before the day of this oncoming storm-
A young child, barely a few months old, was found-
It's body just like those of the animals.
So it was here the town began to grow restless, and afraid. They wondered if they had been foolish to think help outside of their kingdom was even possible. But that's when they got a letter-
That someone was on their way. And they'd be there soon.
But would it be quick enough? No one knew, and no one felt safe- so each passing night, before the sun went down, all of the townsfolk sought shelter beneath their houses in make shift basements beneath their homes.
Today was no different- rain or not, the town knew the sun would be setting soon and were quick to close their windows, lock their doors and were quick to bring the cattle in.
So it was awkward that a stranger were to move into town, and in a most casual manner and in most unusual clothes- For it was a woman with long dark hair, friendly brown eyes and was wearing a simple, plain white dress and no shoes.
Were the town not so frantic with the recent killings, this woman's presence would be left to whomever it was she happened to be visiting or wished to speak to, but seeing her all smiles while everyone was wrinkled with worry, made them feel mroe unnerved than they already were.
And as the woman neared Lady Helen's chicken coop, she beaten over to inspect the hens, which were quick to startle as feathers were soon going everywhere, and a few of the birds managed to break out of the coop and took to the air. But it wasn't just this action that made the town furious- I twas the fact the woman single handledly
caught a chicken with her bare hands and just held it there, happy as a child!
The events that followed were spoken differently to whomever you spoke to, but the woman was chased off into the forest, where she waited, staring at the creaking windmill with a pout. And she too became distressed. She had only wanted to play- it had been several days since she had seen anyone, or even dared approach. But something about this town drew her near- perhaps a familiar atmosphere? She didn't know, but as she sat there, thinking over what had just happened, her white fox tail must've sprouted from her anxiety, for it was thumping lightly beside her as the oncoming storm wind's blew.
