[Richard releases the arrow on the instant he sees the demon in front of him move. But it's too slow and the sharp end of the arrow hits the hard stone wall around the waterfall. He does not waste time to draw out another arrow and swiftly sets it in place but alas, it's once again too late as the creature has vanished.
Well. He's full alert now. With his eyes sharp and focused Richard takes a step back, holding his readied bow close to his body. He looks around the surroundings, trying to spot any trace of his prey -- unaware just how much their dynamic had flipped the moment he decides to draw his first arrow.
Because, oh boy. Is he an ideal target for Dara's haunting or what?
Despite managing to get his breathing under the control just a seconds ago, doesn't mean that the paranoia left his mind. No. Because the moment the fear and his demons stir in him and sink their hooks right into his mind, slowly pulling him into the dark depths of his own mind. So, when the miasma began to spread and pollute the air Richard can feel those hooks dig deeper almost immediately, the shy push becoming into a harsh shove.
"Richaaard, Richaard," the previous hissing voice turned into a deep demonic growling, hiding any other sounds underneath it. "Richard. Why did you come here again? What is a demon child looking for?"
Tensing up, Richard whips his head to look up at the sky. The normal blue sky is suddenly covered in the thick black veil and trees grow visibly in his eyes, extending the long and creaky claw-like branches towards him. Richard spins around his heels and releases his arrow into the unknown, desperate to hit something that isn't there. But as the arrow flies off aimlessly through the air, the voice begins to laugh the cackling filling the air.
The ground below Richard's feet opens up, revealing a dark abyss. Several skeletal hands sprout out of the depths to reach up to grab on Richard's body, latching on his limbs and torso, trying to pull him inside.
"Richard, Richard. What are you doing? Come down and join us! You belong in the darkness with us, little changeling. Down here you can dream all you want!"]
N-No! Stop---, [Richard screams as he tries to violently struggle against the constricting hands. He manages to get one of his hands free long enough that he can bring it to grab the hunting knife he keeps strapped against the small of his back. He quickly unsheathes the blade and begins to stab on the hands trying to pull him down into the depths of madness, earning only chorus of laughter for his efforts.
"You belong here with us, Richard! After all, the prophecy---"]
No! Don't! [Richard turns his knife at the ground, sinking it deep into the dirt. His own screams are growing only louder and becoming more desperate, as if he truly was fighting for his life. Well, in his mind he might as well be. While for Dara, or whoever might be around, he only appears to be grouching down on the ground while stabbing the grass.
Honestly, have fun watching struggle and flail?? However, not too far away from the scene there is a pair of small brown eyes staring up at the sky at Dara's direction. Seems like Whitey's on the watch!]
cw: hallucinations
Well. He's full alert now. With his eyes sharp and focused Richard takes a step back, holding his readied bow close to his body. He looks around the surroundings, trying to spot any trace of his prey -- unaware just how much their dynamic had flipped the moment he decides to draw his first arrow.
Because, oh boy. Is he an ideal target for Dara's haunting or what?
Despite managing to get his breathing under the control just a seconds ago, doesn't mean that the paranoia left his mind. No. Because the moment the fear and his demons stir in him and sink their hooks right into his mind, slowly pulling him into the dark depths of his own mind. So, when the miasma began to spread and pollute the air Richard can feel those hooks dig deeper almost immediately, the shy push becoming into a harsh shove.
"Richaaard, Richaard," the previous hissing voice turned into a deep demonic growling, hiding any other sounds underneath it. "Richard. Why did you come here again? What is a demon child looking for?"
Tensing up, Richard whips his head to look up at the sky. The normal blue sky is suddenly covered in the thick black veil and trees grow visibly in his eyes, extending the long and creaky claw-like branches towards him. Richard spins around his heels and releases his arrow into the unknown, desperate to hit something that isn't there. But as the arrow flies off aimlessly through the air, the voice begins to laugh the cackling filling the air.
The ground below Richard's feet opens up, revealing a dark abyss. Several skeletal hands sprout out of the depths to reach up to grab on Richard's body, latching on his limbs and torso, trying to pull him inside.
"Richard, Richard. What are you doing? Come down and join us! You belong in the darkness with us, little changeling. Down here you can dream all you want!"]
N-No! Stop---, [Richard screams as he tries to violently struggle against the constricting hands. He manages to get one of his hands free long enough that he can bring it to grab the hunting knife he keeps strapped against the small of his back. He quickly unsheathes the blade and begins to stab on the hands trying to pull him down into the depths of madness, earning only chorus of laughter for his efforts.
"You belong here with us, Richard! After all, the prophecy---"]
No! Don't! [Richard turns his knife at the ground, sinking it deep into the dirt. His own screams are growing only louder and becoming more desperate, as if he truly was fighting for his life. Well, in his mind he might as well be. While for Dara, or whoever might be around, he only appears to be grouching down on the ground while stabbing the grass.
Honestly, have fun watching struggle and flail?? However, not too far away from the scene there is a pair of small brown eyes staring up at the sky at Dara's direction. Seems like Whitey's on the watch!]