The Stranger-Beets the Beetle-23/08/22
Aug 24, 2022 9:38:25 GMT
Velania Kalugina, Andy D, and 1 more like this
Post by Beets The Beetle (Feenix) on Aug 24, 2022 9:38:25 GMT
Warning-Gore and violent unsettling descriptions!
I can still taste his blood..Salty…Warm…’DELICIOUS!’
N-NO! It’s not him…He’s gone..IT’S NOT HIM!
There had been rumours of late flittin’about the town, tales of someone new arriving on the edge of Daring Heights.
Having been living here for a couple weeks now, I’d gotten used to the flit’n flow of city life, meaning the topics of conversation more buggin’often than not were, “Nice weather we’re having today!” or, “Did you hear Miss buggin’so and so went on date with Lord Auber”-Yuck! Compared to the regaling of many adventurous yarns, of ‘Exploring new and exciting places’ or ‘facing humongous terrifyingly awesome buggin’beasts’, that often captivated an audience each evening in back in Fort Ettin-provided of flittin’course, that you remember to wet their tongue with an ale or two!
So honestly it was a buggin’relief to hear finally flittin’hear of someone actually exciting arriving near town. I mean, ‘a planes travelling pirate’wizard collector with his own army of men-How could anyone not be the flittin’ous bit curious to meet’em?
So with a slightly hanging Damien-who completely buggin’cleared me out of my stash of Booysa’s carrot cake, good old’grumpy Sterling-bug I’ve missed this guy, humble as ever Fog and new buggin’fancy wizard man Archie’boy joining the gang We hit up Townhall! The job got signed off to us by a teeny weeny gnome named, Hegnegart -who had the most buggin’strangest sounding accent-and then with ‘shorty’ Sterling taking the lead, we headed off to find our new friend-or foe-in the Angelbark Forest.
I still don’t get why everyone gave me-That Look-as I called out “HELLO?” as we entered the campsite, I mean we were here to meet this guy right? Come to think of flit, lots of buggin’people seem to give me ‘That Look’, especially Marto…Huh! Anyway, it sure woke’em up because with a big’buggin booming voice they responded, “Who dares disturb my slumber?!”, or something like that! Which did sound pretty flittin’awesome and terrying, till Sterling literally forced out ‘the man behind the tent flap’ with a pipe wrench.
Asher Cenele, the bard introduced himself as. A little weedy, a little shakey, and armed with one of the most dangerous of weapons of all-a lute!-Seriously in the right hands, these buggin’things can make grown orcs cry!
Turned out old Asher had been the one spreading these rumours about himself. Ah I buggin’got it! ‘Self-promotion!’ Just like Lolli taught me about. Well honestly, Ash ‘visually’ didn’t really have much going for him. But bug oh bug, his flittin’voice! Once that guy started spinning a yarn, it didn’t matter what he looked like, you were hooked.
I was just thinking, maybe if he worn a cloak and hood, really played up the whole ‘mysterious stranger’ angle’ he could attract all kinds of folk from far and wide. Including, it seemed as another yell-not mine-cut across the clearing, a buggin’band of bandits!
The battle certainly was..eventful…The others ‘tore’ into the bandits in their own ways, whilst I decided to show Ash just why I’d become known far and wide as ‘Beets-The Beetle.” Those twins were very buggin’strange, for as soon as I raged and bit one with my pearly mandibles, the other gave out a cry-talk about being too’flittin close on a personal-level! After openly discussing which one was gonna attack first right in buggin’front of me, Twin One-or was it Two-sneaked in a weedy blow between by my dodges-flittin’cheek-before succumbing to a terrifying roar and wing blast from me-worthy of Qir!
I-I don’t wanna remember the next bit…But I-I just can’t help it…The flicking’twitching of 'the droning’ remerging in my head, like a predator murmuring low growls as it stalks upon it’s prey. The face of the last twin, turning pale with shock…With fear, as his eyes met mine.
“I’m really buggin’sorry about your brother”, I heard, felt myself say-with a smirk. “I truly am..But you must learn..fool.
“That to survive, the strong must beat the weak, and well, then-THEY EAT!”
I remember the sudden cutting off of a scream. The clacking ‘SNAP’ of my mandibles, as they sliced through the skin and bone of his neck. The spurt of blood as it splattered up across my front. The champ of my teeth as I locked my jaws into the flesh atop the gushing pumping veins. And drank deeply.
Next I remember..I’m on the ground. Covered in blood, my fingers clotted with earth in my desperate scramble to get away from the corpse. From the severed head of the twin, his face still locked in a look of absolutely terror as it stares back at me.
The uneasy murmurs of Sterling, “Someone should check on..The fairy?”, came from somewhere behind me. Even serious Sterling, always more willing to flamethrower now and ask questions later..Seemed..afraid of me.
Fog came and sat beside me, turning me away from my-'FEED!'-DEED!! Deed...
I heard their words but didn’t register them, just felt their closeness as I clung tightly to their arm, trembling as I wished those vile memories, the deep ‘satisfaction' at the taste of that blood, could be washed away so easily as the crimson pools from the grass by the wizard Archie’s hands.
It can’t be him’ I thought, sitting atop the roof of the Dragon, clinging to the diminishing warmth of Archie’s heated tea-filled waterskin. ‘It’s just your mind. Just like the other day. And whatever happened to those people at Kundor…That’s just some other..body feasting..mind controlling monster…It couldn’t be him…Could it?’ I continue my rooftop vigil thinking, till the last of the warmth from the waterskin dies away. Leaving it feeling like another dead heavy weight, pressing against my chest. “W-well, only one buggin’thing to do then…” I say sitting it aside and standing up. “I will go back and check those Kundor caves with the others. I-I will wipe him out, or any other horrible nasty beastie it may be. And then if Bogar does manage to crawl his way back inside my head-I’ll be buggin’ready! Cause I’m Beets the Beetle.”
“YOU HEAR THAT BOGAR!?” I yell, flitting up as my voice echos out over the moonlit rooftops of the city.
“I’M BEETS THE BEETLE!”
I can still taste his blood..Salty…Warm…’DELICIOUS!’
N-NO! It’s not him…He’s gone..IT’S NOT HIM!
There had been rumours of late flittin’about the town, tales of someone new arriving on the edge of Daring Heights.
Having been living here for a couple weeks now, I’d gotten used to the flit’n flow of city life, meaning the topics of conversation more buggin’often than not were, “Nice weather we’re having today!” or, “Did you hear Miss buggin’so and so went on date with Lord Auber”-Yuck! Compared to the regaling of many adventurous yarns, of ‘Exploring new and exciting places’ or ‘facing humongous terrifyingly awesome buggin’beasts’, that often captivated an audience each evening in back in Fort Ettin-provided of flittin’course, that you remember to wet their tongue with an ale or two!
So honestly it was a buggin’relief to hear finally flittin’hear of someone actually exciting arriving near town. I mean, ‘a planes travelling pirate’wizard collector with his own army of men-How could anyone not be the flittin’ous bit curious to meet’em?
So with a slightly hanging Damien-who completely buggin’cleared me out of my stash of Booysa’s carrot cake, good old’grumpy Sterling-bug I’ve missed this guy, humble as ever Fog and new buggin’fancy wizard man Archie’boy joining the gang We hit up Townhall! The job got signed off to us by a teeny weeny gnome named, Hegnegart -who had the most buggin’strangest sounding accent-and then with ‘shorty’ Sterling taking the lead, we headed off to find our new friend-or foe-in the Angelbark Forest.
I still don’t get why everyone gave me-That Look-as I called out “HELLO?” as we entered the campsite, I mean we were here to meet this guy right? Come to think of flit, lots of buggin’people seem to give me ‘That Look’, especially Marto…Huh! Anyway, it sure woke’em up because with a big’buggin booming voice they responded, “Who dares disturb my slumber?!”, or something like that! Which did sound pretty flittin’awesome and terrying, till Sterling literally forced out ‘the man behind the tent flap’ with a pipe wrench.
Asher Cenele, the bard introduced himself as. A little weedy, a little shakey, and armed with one of the most dangerous of weapons of all-a lute!-Seriously in the right hands, these buggin’things can make grown orcs cry!
Turned out old Asher had been the one spreading these rumours about himself. Ah I buggin’got it! ‘Self-promotion!’ Just like Lolli taught me about. Well honestly, Ash ‘visually’ didn’t really have much going for him. But bug oh bug, his flittin’voice! Once that guy started spinning a yarn, it didn’t matter what he looked like, you were hooked.
I was just thinking, maybe if he worn a cloak and hood, really played up the whole ‘mysterious stranger’ angle’ he could attract all kinds of folk from far and wide. Including, it seemed as another yell-not mine-cut across the clearing, a buggin’band of bandits!
The battle certainly was..eventful…The others ‘tore’ into the bandits in their own ways, whilst I decided to show Ash just why I’d become known far and wide as ‘Beets-The Beetle.” Those twins were very buggin’strange, for as soon as I raged and bit one with my pearly mandibles, the other gave out a cry-talk about being too’flittin close on a personal-level! After openly discussing which one was gonna attack first right in buggin’front of me, Twin One-or was it Two-sneaked in a weedy blow between by my dodges-flittin’cheek-before succumbing to a terrifying roar and wing blast from me-worthy of Qir!
I-I don’t wanna remember the next bit…But I-I just can’t help it…The flicking’twitching of 'the droning’ remerging in my head, like a predator murmuring low growls as it stalks upon it’s prey. The face of the last twin, turning pale with shock…With fear, as his eyes met mine.
“I’m really buggin’sorry about your brother”, I heard, felt myself say-with a smirk. “I truly am..But you must learn..fool.
“That to survive, the strong must beat the weak, and well, then-THEY EAT!”
I remember the sudden cutting off of a scream. The clacking ‘SNAP’ of my mandibles, as they sliced through the skin and bone of his neck. The spurt of blood as it splattered up across my front. The champ of my teeth as I locked my jaws into the flesh atop the gushing pumping veins. And drank deeply.
Next I remember..I’m on the ground. Covered in blood, my fingers clotted with earth in my desperate scramble to get away from the corpse. From the severed head of the twin, his face still locked in a look of absolutely terror as it stares back at me.
The uneasy murmurs of Sterling, “Someone should check on..The fairy?”, came from somewhere behind me. Even serious Sterling, always more willing to flamethrower now and ask questions later..Seemed..afraid of me.
Fog came and sat beside me, turning me away from my-'FEED!'-DEED!! Deed...
I heard their words but didn’t register them, just felt their closeness as I clung tightly to their arm, trembling as I wished those vile memories, the deep ‘satisfaction' at the taste of that blood, could be washed away so easily as the crimson pools from the grass by the wizard Archie’s hands.
It can’t be him’ I thought, sitting atop the roof of the Dragon, clinging to the diminishing warmth of Archie’s heated tea-filled waterskin. ‘It’s just your mind. Just like the other day. And whatever happened to those people at Kundor…That’s just some other..body feasting..mind controlling monster…It couldn’t be him…Could it?’ I continue my rooftop vigil thinking, till the last of the warmth from the waterskin dies away. Leaving it feeling like another dead heavy weight, pressing against my chest. “W-well, only one buggin’thing to do then…” I say sitting it aside and standing up. “I will go back and check those Kundor caves with the others. I-I will wipe him out, or any other horrible nasty beastie it may be. And then if Bogar does manage to crawl his way back inside my head-I’ll be buggin’ready! Cause I’m Beets the Beetle.”
“YOU HEAR THAT BOGAR!?” I yell, flitting up as my voice echos out over the moonlit rooftops of the city.
“I’M BEETS THE BEETLE!”
