Hello my friends! Join me this spooky season for your daily dose of haunting, spine-chilling art! I will be trying to post something every day according to a list of themes I have pre-assigned.
Let's get into the Halloween spirit!
WARNING! -This is...
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He trudged through the woods, searching for his friend who had not returned yet. He had grown concerned after he began to take too long. He found himself doubting Damaris.
While the older Guardian had promised them safe travels as long as they stuck to the road, he couldn't help but feel worried. Rodney, since the incident back at home, had been acting more impulsively, growing desperate to regain his power.
He shook his head. Personally, he was glad to be free of the responsibility. While he and his Brother by Choice had been working together for many years to keep this region safe from harm, he was relieved that the Higher-Ups had chosen a more experienced team to take over as the Corruption continued to grow worse in the area.
However, Rodney hadn't taken kindly to it. His friend had been so dedicated to his role, and now it was just...gone. Now, as he searched for the Ex-guardian in question, who had left by himself to locate the source of Empowerment, he feared the worst.
"Rodney?" He called, hoping that maybe his brother might hear him. Yet there was no response. As he continued into the forest, his nose caught onto an unfamiliar yet strong scent.
He followed his nose, all six of his legs pushing him forwards faster and faster. He panted, his breath forming small puffs of smoke as he felt a dull fear growing in his chest. He didn't know what it was, but something in the air seemed to be off.
As he turned a corner, he was stopped by a haunting sight. As he skidded to a stop, he felt the air itself disappear. It was as if he was floating in a timeless in-between, his eyes stuck to the disturbing and gut-wrenching scene before him.
There stood his brother, or if he could even call him that anymore. It looked more like a broken pile of flesh and meat and bones. The green tone of his once-bright scales hardly showed through the layer of sticky blood and gut remains that covered his body.
His body itself was suspended in the air, feet hardly touching the ground as if he had been trying to escape the pain that must have erupted from his very core. Dark tendrils with an undertone of sickly green sprouted from his back, neck, and tail.
His face, oh his face. The entire lower jaw had been ripped off violently, strings of gore and tendons showing as a mass of more tendrils seemed to sprout from deep within his throat. His eyes were sunken in so badly that it looked like his eyeballs could come rolling out.
All of Rodney's limbs were cracked in painful angles, even some of the bones sticking out of the thin sections. The skin was ripped, and seemed to stretch uncomfortably, despite most of the meat under his skin having already been fed upon.
His spine was completely visible, seeming to have been pushed straight out of his back by the tendrils, having broken off in one section too, severing it from the tail.
Beneath the bloody mass of rotting flesh and wriggling vines, chunks of meat and organs hung low, exposed for all the world to see. Some had scattered onto the ground, staining the grass in a coat of red.
His feet seemed to have grown into the ground partially, holding him upright as the parasite continued to eat away at his insides, making room for itself to make its nest.
The poor witness gazed at his brother, horrified. The only sound that seemed to pierce the silence was the uncomfortable crunching and squelching noises as the tentacles seemed to reach around, feasting greedily on its prize.
He stepped backwards, finally taking in a breath, although it was shallow. He felt dizzy, as the sight of blood even before had been enough to make him pass out. But now...
His entire body felt numb, and he was stricken straight to his core as the body suddenly turned to look in his direction, although the eyes remained partially attached to the bloodied skull.
That wasn't his brother...
And that was the last thing that his terrified, frozen mind could think before it suddenly reared its ugly head, and with a most spine-chilling ripping sound, freed itself from the floor.
And without a sound, the broken corpse, with the brute strength of a Lore Voyager itself, stumbled over to him, lifted its bloody and broken claws...
And shoved them right into his chest.
And the corpse didn't even twitch as the vines carefully began to wiggle their way inside of their newest victim.
I know I've already used this scene, but I kept thinking about how much of a waste it would be to not do a full body. So I instead made a part 2 to day 3, which was the "Fungi" prompt.
But don't worry, I'm probably not gonna use this guy again during the month. I have already killed him slowly and forced him to kill his own brother against his will, so I think that's enough trauma for now.
Tomorrow's gonna have a certain someone suffering~! (wink wink)
Anyways, I'll see you guys again tomorrow, and have a great day/night!
