The Appalled One (On Hiatus)

Our First Encounter.

What the fuck did he do?

....

Scorpion's eyes were fully open, his legs shaking as he looked at all the corpses of the pups who had assaulted him. He had no words, the fear and shock of what was presented in front of him making all his words be encaged in his throat. He looked down at himself, seeing the blood and feeling nauseous. He ran behind a tree, gagging and regurgitating due to the sight and the smell. Whatever happened, he had no idea how he was still alive. His ears lowered, coughing as he cleaned himself off, his stomach grumbling. 

''Tsk, спасибо, было бы прекрасно, но хорошо.''  (Tsk, a thank you would've been lovely but alright.) 

Scorpion flinched at the sudden voice, quickly turning around and trying to see where the voice had come from. His tail shook slightly, raising up again and tapping his shoulder. Scorpion yelped, jumping back and baring his teeth defensively. A low laugh was heard in the back side of his head, turning back around again as bewilderment along with fear spread through his body. Was he going mad? Had one of the pups possibly injected him with a type of substance or used a poisonous thorn on him?

''Нет, ты не сошел с ума. Эти ублюдки не сделали вам ничего, уверяю вас.''  (No, you haven't gone mad. Those bastards didn't do anything to you I assure you.)

What was happening to him? Where was this voice coming from?  Scorpion pondered, his body still shaking from fear. Was another pup messing with him? So many questions, so little time. Scorpion shook his head, trotting back towards the pack, but his tail quickly whipped in front of him, tripping him. He whined, looking up and seeing his tail face him, the hook from earlier pointed towards his nose, a gland of a green liquid dripping from it. The tip of his tail struck him, causing him to wince.

"Ты, блядь, тупой?! Ты вернешься туда, похожий на кровавого убийцу, и тебя казнят прямо там, где ты стоишь! "  (Are you fucking stupid?! You go in there looking like a bloody murderer and you'll be executed right where you stand!) The voice pierced through his head, causing him to whimper. Scorpion looked up at what was in front of him, blinking as he processed what was happening.

"W-W-Wha-" Scorpion attempted to sputter out, but he wasn't in the right state of mind to process anything at the moment. He surely was going mad, his own tail was talking to him for crying out loud and what the hell was with the hook? The hook sheathed and unsheathed within the depths of his tail, swaying as if it was a form of cobra. The tip tilted, examining him before drooping for a few seconds before going back upright.

"Well, I reckon you must be very lost kid. First and foremost, stay very silent."  The tail lifted again, quickly striking one of the pups that somehow remained breathing. The tail retracted, going back to facing him as it gestured for Scorpion to stand up, so he reluctantly obliged. He stared at his tail, gulping as he soon made a few connections, his eyes widening again as his ears drooped on their sides.

"D-Did y-y-you do all of-"

"Ah, that? I suppose I did. It's been a while since I had any form of fun."  The tail shook, the hook sheathing as it adjusted itself to appear as a regular tail. Scorpion blinked again, shaking his head as he mentally told himself to calm down. Whatever this thing was, surely it could be removed somehow, right? There had to be a way to get rid of whatever he had. Before he could continue his thinking, his tail arose again, the hook unsheathing as it lashed itself at Scorpion's face, a deep scratch forming and blood streaming down from the scratch. Scorpion whined, one of his paws going over to cover the wound. The hook latched onto his paw, forcing him to let go. A deep growl was heard within his mind.

"If you try to get rid of me, we will have deep problems lad. Now, let's start again shall we? My name is Arachnid. And to answer all of your questions as to how we ended up being banded together somehow is quite complicated. You see, I was assassinated quite a while ago due to my genetic mutations and my wicked mortality. But, for some reason when I had entered,, Purgatory let's just say, I was given a choice. A rather tall anthropomorphic goat wanted to see if I could pass a rather simple test. The goat called himself a Baphomet. He had a rather interesting character. He appeared to be half-man and half-goat with a third eye and impressive wings. I asked him what the test was and he had explained to me that he was willing to give me another shot to exist in this putrid world if I was able to harbor a vessel that was strong enough to withstand any form of pain inflicted and I was to keep the vessel alive until he went to collect their soul. So, here we are then. You are my vessel. I am to keep you alive till death potentially. But, that is just plain boring. I will make sure that your life is a living hell. I was granted the ability to keep you alive at any costs, so I can and will make you relive any form of dastardly measures we come across. Well, enough about me. It appears to be getting dark, so hurry up and wash that idiotic face of yours before your mother gets worried sick. Also, get some moss on that wound. We will have a long way ahead of us....

Scorpion."

Scorpion was taken aback, shaking his head repeatedly as he quickly washed up, heading back into the pack grounds. His tail curled in a spiral, making him appear as your typical domestic dog. Confused glances were shot at him, but he brushed them off, wanting to get back home as fast as he could. He practically ran into his den, going back to his side without opening his mouth. He forced himself to lay down, closing his eyes tightly as he controlled his breathing, attempting to asleep. Arachnid uncoiled himself, swaying as rain started to pour heavily, thunder being accompanied by it. A ray of light appeared into the den, revealing a shadow towering over Scorpion's body. The figure resembled much of a wolf, except insect-like limbs sprouted on either of the figure's sides. Its tail wasn't a wolf tail at all. In fact, it was a scorpion tail, its large stinger hovering over Scorpion's head. The figure laughed menacingly, crouching down and whispering the words that would haunt the young wolf's life for all eternity.

"Your entire will and life is now mine."