'Perhaps you are right. But I cannot be sure. This is your fight, not mine'
'Who is it, what's he want?' Leo aims his gun
"We shall leave you alone then." They bow and walk back over to the group.
"We are unsure, he watches despite our pleas that he joins in. He is strong, capable. We smelled him from the depths of the dirt."
'Do we need to be on our guard? Whose side is he on?'
"Like we said, we are unsure. You are welcome to join the ritual if you so please however."
'Depends, what can I get from it?'
"What do you want?"
'Cato. Dead.'
"You can ask when he arrives. If he can, he will. He is more likely to help if you help us raise him from slumber."
'Ok, I'm interested. What I gotta do?'
"We have what we need so far, but your energy will be useful. We wake him by drawing meager energy from our own souls. Nothing painful nor dangerous, more so a sliver of your life essence."
'I don't know if I got much to give, but I sure don't have much to lose. So yeah, let's go with it. I'll be damned already'
"He is not like devils, he will not own you, you will not be damned in his presence nor what you will partake in. His is an elder god, something before good and evil."
'Sure. Whatever. You win. Cato dead. Everyone happy'
Bone sighs and waves a large hand "Come. It is starting soon."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
An overturned trash bin on the sidewalk shifts slightly, independent of wind or gravity. Something’s alive in it.
A man stops besides it, sitting the trash can back upright. He wears a black suit, he looks human but his smile is too big, too perfect
The sound of agitated (or anxious) rustling is audible from within, and suddenly, the lid flies open from an inside impact. But looking inside, all you’d see is bags full of shredded paper.
He sighs and tilts his head "Racoons once more.."
And yet, upon a closer look, it’s the paper itself that’s moving. Like a great mass of worms on roadkill.
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she/her since june 2025
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
The Cultist seem to gather in the center of the mall, their cloaks dropping. They reveal mauled, scarred, and grafted bodies of flesh. Some are feeble looking, weak and broken while other are strong, fiery, and determined. They clap their hands together, the fingers pointing towards the ground. When the pull their hands apart, flesh seems to stick between their palms. A low hum fills the room, the lights flickering on and off before darkness fills the room.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Leo can feel as energy seems to seep from him, a feeling of exhaustion rolls over him. One of the cultist steps on to the disk, kneeling down. This one seems strong, it's body grafted with animal-like muscles.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Leo feels tired, and suddenly a wave of dread washes over him. The energy leaving him, it feels wrong. Something feels wrong
The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Leo feels tired, and suddenly a wave of dread washes over him. The energy leaving him, it feels wrong. Something feels wrong
The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
Leo feels tired, and suddenly a wave of dread washes over him. The energy leaving him, it feels wrong. Something feels wrong
The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
'What the...' Leo stares in awe and horror
The man stands slowly, extra flesh seeming to slough off and disappear before it hits the ground.
They cultists clap their hands again as they back away, bowing their heads in unison. The man turns to Leo, eyes staring deep into his before a raspy voice exhales "Hello.."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Leo feels tired, and suddenly a wave of dread washes over him. The energy leaving him, it feels wrong. Something feels wrong
The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
'What the...' Leo stares in awe and horror
The man stands slowly, extra flesh seeming to slough off and disappear before it hits the ground.
They cultists clap their hands again as they back away, bowing their heads in unison. The man turns to Leo, eyes staring deep into his before a raspy voice exhales "Hello.."
Leo feels tired, and suddenly a wave of dread washes over him. The energy leaving him, it feels wrong. Something feels wrong
The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
'What the...' Leo stares in awe and horror
The man stands slowly, extra flesh seeming to slough off and disappear before it hits the ground.
They cultists clap their hands again as they back away, bowing their heads in unison. The man turns to Leo, eyes staring deep into his before a raspy voice exhales "Hello.."
'So, you're the Lord of Flesh?'
"That I am.. my dear followers tell me you have a question for me..."
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
Atticus enters the ritual area, sprinting while holding Mayor Pearson's hand.
"I'm here!" The cowboy yelps.
The cultists quickly usher him towards into the circle as the Cultist begins to turn.
He slows down, straightening his clothes and hair. He has a bacon rose in his buttonhole.
The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
The man turns to Atticus, a smile forming at the corners of the raw flesh. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" He teased.
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"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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Bone sighs and waves a large hand "Come. It is starting soon."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Leo goes towards the ritual
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And yet, upon a closer look, it’s the paper itself that’s moving. Like a great mass of worms on roadkill.
she/her since june 2025
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
The Cultist seem to gather in the center of the mall, their cloaks dropping. They reveal mauled, scarred, and grafted bodies of flesh. Some are feeble looking, weak and broken while other are strong, fiery, and determined. They clap their hands together, the fingers pointing towards the ground. When the pull their hands apart, flesh seems to stick between their palms. A low hum fills the room, the lights flickering on and off before darkness fills the room.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Leo joins in with the ritual
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They open the circle to him. The disk in the center begins to glow with a light blue, the words turning red as blood begins to seep from them.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He joins the circle
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Leo can feel as energy seems to seep from him, a feeling of exhaustion rolls over him. One of the cultist steps on to the disk, kneeling down. This one seems strong, it's body grafted with animal-like muscles.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Leo feels tired, and suddenly a wave of dread washes over him. The energy leaving him, it feels wrong. Something feels wrong
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Atticus enters the ritual area, sprinting while holding Mayor Pearson's hand.
"I'm here!" The cowboy yelps.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
'This is... the ritual? Oh this will be interesting.'
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The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The cultists quickly usher him towards into the circle as the Cultist begins to turn.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The mayor does not seem particularly frightened, more confused at what is happening
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'What the...' Leo stares in awe and horror
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The man stands slowly, extra flesh seeming to slough off and disappear before it hits the ground.
They cultists clap their hands again as they back away, bowing their heads in unison. The man turns to Leo, eyes staring deep into his before a raspy voice exhales "Hello.."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
'So, you're the Lord of Flesh?'
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He slows down, straightening his clothes and hair. He has a bacon rose in his buttonhole.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"That I am.. my dear followers tell me you have a question for me..."
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The cultists body begins to change, warping and turning in on itself. It's head snaps backwards, a crown of bone forming around the forehead. His eyes sink inwards, turning black. His lips disappear, baring teeth. His clothes even warp, turning into a crimson suit that seems alive. The body that once was has turned into a slim man wearing a beautiful suit, his skin now raw and red like exposed muscle.
The man turns to Atticus, a smile forming at the corners of the raw flesh. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" He teased.
"I am the white deer, I am the flowers blooming in the moonlight, I am the blue moon, I am the Feywild."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]