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RainningDoom — [oSaC] Drink It, Don't Drink It
Published: 2019-02-02 19:00:06 +0000 UTC; Views: 189; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 0
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{ Duskpaw | Espion Apprentice | Make the voices shut up! }The voice, the scent, the noises. She couldn't sort her thoughts out, but she could faintly feel her paws moving. Though to where it was lost under the voices. Oh, they were so loud, and insistent. She wanted to yowl until her lungs collapsed, telling them to stop. Ask someone to make them shut up! There was a darker one, the voice though it was so sweet, had thorns, thorns they were deadly.
"Sister, sister come drink. Come drink with your kin. Join us, for the dark must taste the sweet nectar of the light. Don't keep with the selfish cats of light, we'll share it with you!" The words were so sweet, but yet she felt it sting inside her heart. Why was it stinging? She couldn't think it through, the other voice was too loud. The voice was more youthful, pleading, and sounded like a voice she heard in the past. Like a fragment of memory perhaps?
"Don't do it! Please, think, be logical! It's a Wryd effect, come on, you know this, you've studied it! Plus you could lose yourself! Remember, when you do you hurt people! Don't hurt them again!" The voice was that of a child, yet held so much logic. The child must have had to grow quickly, and logical. And she didn't want to hurt someone, the child was right, she should fight the effect. She could fight this, maybe if she cried out she could get help? How did her voice work again, the temptress was howling too loudly in her mind to think. But she felt her claws digging into the ground and the stopping of her legs. Fight, yeah, she just had to fight.
And so Duskpaw does her best to resist, and also not slam her head into the ground to make the voices shut up for a bit.
Also hellion in the background, cause it was empty and still is but I tried and I'm tired. So rip me, but hope you enjoy.
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Knowing it's a wyrd effect doesn't help you. For all you think about how you've studied them, how you know it's a trap, how you know logically not to do it, eventually all you can think about is how it's a wyrd effect and you're trapped inside of it. Like a helpless fly caught in a web, you're surrounded by the golden glow, trapped by it, consumed by it. You can't tell which way will lead you from it as it fills your vision, and eventually you turn to run, or you think you do.
The nectar floods your mouth, filling you with satisfaction. It sings with the light. It's the cure you always wanted.
When you sit back and stare down into the pool again, you see your reflection. Beautiful. Light. No more weeping ichor. No more red flames.
You are no longer a darkling.
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And Haven around you is no longer beautiful. Perhaps you only thought it was beautiful and light because you were ugly and dark. Now, with the liquid singing through your veins, filling you with bubbling happiness, you see it around you, gray and pale. The golden Ashen frolic through the gray fields, gilded and beautiful, just like you.
A vyrmian runs past you. Ugly. Gray. It hasn't tasted the nectar yet, either. You kill it.
Duskpaw fails to resist and drinks.
Duskpaw gets a (----------) penalty to save vs. Wyrd, but no longer has any darkling debuffs.
Duskpaw is no longer a darkling, her auma shot through with blue and green.
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