The Spirits Animals Cult Story Remastered

Missing

It was there still.

The bond between Uraza and Abeke was still there. As she stood in horror at the sight of her Spirit Animal with a parasite curled inside her forehead, she felt the ties of her bond, the thing that connected them, unraveling like string. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her heart raced in her chest. Is this what it's like to have your Spirit Animal die? She could still feel the connection, though it was fading quickly, disappearing at this very moment.

No. I can't lose Uraza. Her head pounded, and her vision was blurry and spotted. The world was moving in slow motion around her, and she couldn't move, though her thoughts were racing. I can't lose her.

With every ounce of strength she could muster, Abeke tugged on the faint trails of their bond, pulling Uraza towards her in a desperate attempt to save their bond. She felt another tugging, trying to pull Uraza away from her - but Uraza was with her and gave her strength, and with a strenuous tug, she wrecked Uraza away from the Wyrm's control, and as time seemingly returned to normal, she felt the slight burning sensation of Uraza disappearing into a tattoo on her skin.

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Conor was slipping away.

He could feel it. They had arrived in the abandoned city, and he felt the traces of his bond with Briggan slipping away as the spiral in his forehead burned. Conor didn't want to be selfish. He had asked Meilin to let those people who wanted to kill him do so. But there was something inhuman about the desire he had now. Like an instinct.

When the others weren't around, he struggled against the binds, tearing at them with his teeth. He snarled and howled, tearing at it like a wolf.

Take the wolf back. The voice in his mind said. It will hold you back.

No. You don't want to hurt the wolf. The wolf is your friend.

Take it.

You love the wolf. You want to protect the wolf. Protect it.

But how would he protect the wolf? If the wolf needed to be protected, how could he?

No. The wolf is your enemy. You must take it.

The wolf is your friend, you must protect it.

Take it.

Protect it.

And with a groan of exhaustion, he felt the searing feeling of Briggan settling into a tattoo on his skin.

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