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You Are Far Too Nice, Mercy Has a Price
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Wrath of the Night Mare
The Beast is gone, forevermore.
He wanders far on distant shores.
But leaves a key beneath the mat.
For followers to bring him back.
Texas. The Lone Star state.
Its a beautiful night on the Marston Ranch, despite the funeral. Grandfather Abe had finally passed away, the cantankerous old coot fighting to the bitter end. John remembered it well, in that hospital room. Looking with triumph down on that vile man. Growing up, all that pain, all that fear? It was worth it, just to look down on him and sneer. He had everything now from the lands to the ranches contents and was going to be filthy, stinking rich with his new plans to tear it up. He savored that bit of news, telling the old man everything as he sat by his bedside only for his grandfather to laugh.
Weakly, his oxygen mask giving him the life-giving breath he needed, he rasped.
"You're still as stupid as a twice fried toad. Fancy city education and all. It turned your head, twisted you from whats right. So I'll give you something to remember me by. You and that town of traitors, agreeing to dig up our lands. Let our family curse rest once more on your shoulders boy. You and all who follow in our line!"
John left him to die alone. Disgusted at the old man, at his utter belief in such things.
But he still couldn't quite erase the chill running up his spine.
That had been a week ago. His people had come, they were getting set up and overall? Things looked to be just fine.
In the distance, the sound of a horse screaming echoed over the plains.
John turned curiously.
Was that a light?
He stepped out to the gate, peering out curiously. That didn't seem like a headlight of any sort. It flickered poorly and seemed smaller. Almost like....Flames.
The thing came into view, before rearing up on hooves as it unleashed that scream once more.
It was the black of coal and charred wood. Lightning struck, as flames flared bright. From its hooves to its mane and tail, fire burned brightly illuminating the monster in terrifying detail. John Marston knew what it was. A childhood terror, suddenly come to life.
"Oh god. The Night Mare!"
The Night Mare screamed and charged. Marston didn't stay to find out, running helter-skelter, fear lending him wings. He could hear the beat of hooves, feel the heat as his back. He stumbled up the porch and quickly slammed the door.
Outside, there was a crunch of metal and shattered glass, a final scream and then silence. An hour later, John Marston took the opportunity to peek out from a window.
His car was totaled. With nothing more to show for what had happened, save a hoofmark seared into the car like a terrifying brand.
The Night Mare was real. His grandfathers curse had come to life and pale, John slumped to the floor.
And it was coming for him.
Post originally created by @Ringmaster
@york @Chewy Rabbits @~Dark Disney~ @Michale CS @Ringmaster ( PS. I will be making a mass group PM for character sheets)
The Beast is gone, forevermore.
He wanders far on distant shores.
But leaves a key beneath the mat.
For followers to bring him back.
Texas. The Lone Star state.
Its a beautiful night on the Marston Ranch, despite the funeral. Grandfather Abe had finally passed away, the cantankerous old coot fighting to the bitter end. John remembered it well, in that hospital room. Looking with triumph down on that vile man. Growing up, all that pain, all that fear? It was worth it, just to look down on him and sneer. He had everything now from the lands to the ranches contents and was going to be filthy, stinking rich with his new plans to tear it up. He savored that bit of news, telling the old man everything as he sat by his bedside only for his grandfather to laugh.
Weakly, his oxygen mask giving him the life-giving breath he needed, he rasped.
"You're still as stupid as a twice fried toad. Fancy city education and all. It turned your head, twisted you from whats right. So I'll give you something to remember me by. You and that town of traitors, agreeing to dig up our lands. Let our family curse rest once more on your shoulders boy. You and all who follow in our line!"
John left him to die alone. Disgusted at the old man, at his utter belief in such things.
But he still couldn't quite erase the chill running up his spine.
That had been a week ago. His people had come, they were getting set up and overall? Things looked to be just fine.
In the distance, the sound of a horse screaming echoed over the plains.
John turned curiously.
Was that a light?
He stepped out to the gate, peering out curiously. That didn't seem like a headlight of any sort. It flickered poorly and seemed smaller. Almost like....Flames.
The thing came into view, before rearing up on hooves as it unleashed that scream once more.
It was the black of coal and charred wood. Lightning struck, as flames flared bright. From its hooves to its mane and tail, fire burned brightly illuminating the monster in terrifying detail. John Marston knew what it was. A childhood terror, suddenly come to life.
"Oh god. The Night Mare!"
The Night Mare screamed and charged. Marston didn't stay to find out, running helter-skelter, fear lending him wings. He could hear the beat of hooves, feel the heat as his back. He stumbled up the porch and quickly slammed the door.
Outside, there was a crunch of metal and shattered glass, a final scream and then silence. An hour later, John Marston took the opportunity to peek out from a window.
His car was totaled. With nothing more to show for what had happened, save a hoofmark seared into the car like a terrifying brand.
The Night Mare was real. His grandfathers curse had come to life and pale, John slumped to the floor.
And it was coming for him.
Post originally created by @Ringmaster
@york @Chewy Rabbits @~Dark Disney~ @Michale CS @Ringmaster ( PS. I will be making a mass group PM for character sheets)