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[#278] Appetizer (Darkwood)
Theme Prompt: #278 - Dark forest
Title: Appetizer
Fandom: Darkwood (videogame)
Rating/Warnings: R - unsettling/horror imagery, implied violence, mentions of death, spoilers for the Wolfman's quest line
Bonus: No
Word Count: 315
Summary: The Wolfman doesn't want to be hungry forever.
(This is my first time posting to this comm, hope I've done everything okay!)
The Wolfman leans back on the chair he's fashioned from old boxes and tarpaulins and settles in to watch the night. Beneath the usual sounds of rustling leaves, earth being dug into, walls and doors being broken down, the sound of pathetic whimpering bounces from tree to darkened tree. Quiet to some, maybe, but he can't stand it.
It's infuriating. Someone needs to go put that damn thing out of its misery. He'd do it himself but...well. Pork isn't his meat of choice. Not that the thing can really be called a pig anymore, if it ever could. But the sound grates on him like nothing else does, reminds him of how stupid and selfish the villagers all are. Putting something like that on a pedestal while she...
He closes his eyes and breathes deep, inhales the scents of the forest with the sharp nose of a beast. Cold rain. Rotting wood. Blood. The chemical smell of the Stranger, panicking in the night. The reek of the old woman and her chickens. And beneath it all, as relentless and inescapable as that damn whimpering is to his ears, he can smell her.
His girl. Pretty on her bed of fetid sweat-soaked sheets. Her deformed, bloated body writhing in pain. Her corrupted blood pulsing hot and fast through her struggling veins. It smells...
Delicious.
Ahh but he could lose himself in the scent forever. The appetiser to the main course. If only the damn pig would shut up he could enjoy it more.
From his seat at the edge of the old farm, he can see monsters flirting between the trees. That newcomer better be one of them, better be out getting him that key, and killing the damn sow while they're at it.
The Wolfman doesn't mind being hungry, the anticipation of it, the pleasant craving. But he doesn't want to be hungry forever.
Title: Appetizer
Fandom: Darkwood (videogame)
Rating/Warnings: R - unsettling/horror imagery, implied violence, mentions of death, spoilers for the Wolfman's quest line
Bonus: No
Word Count: 315
Summary: The Wolfman doesn't want to be hungry forever.
(This is my first time posting to this comm, hope I've done everything okay!)
The Wolfman leans back on the chair he's fashioned from old boxes and tarpaulins and settles in to watch the night. Beneath the usual sounds of rustling leaves, earth being dug into, walls and doors being broken down, the sound of pathetic whimpering bounces from tree to darkened tree. Quiet to some, maybe, but he can't stand it.
It's infuriating. Someone needs to go put that damn thing out of its misery. He'd do it himself but...well. Pork isn't his meat of choice. Not that the thing can really be called a pig anymore, if it ever could. But the sound grates on him like nothing else does, reminds him of how stupid and selfish the villagers all are. Putting something like that on a pedestal while she...
He closes his eyes and breathes deep, inhales the scents of the forest with the sharp nose of a beast. Cold rain. Rotting wood. Blood. The chemical smell of the Stranger, panicking in the night. The reek of the old woman and her chickens. And beneath it all, as relentless and inescapable as that damn whimpering is to his ears, he can smell her.
His girl. Pretty on her bed of fetid sweat-soaked sheets. Her deformed, bloated body writhing in pain. Her corrupted blood pulsing hot and fast through her struggling veins. It smells...
Delicious.
Ahh but he could lose himself in the scent forever. The appetiser to the main course. If only the damn pig would shut up he could enjoy it more.
From his seat at the edge of the old farm, he can see monsters flirting between the trees. That newcomer better be one of them, better be out getting him that key, and killing the damn sow while they're at it.
The Wolfman doesn't mind being hungry, the anticipation of it, the pleasant craving. But he doesn't want to be hungry forever.