From the depths of the forest they send their call, whispering and winding through. Over hills and through mountains, from deep under earth and sent down high above. Till they land with a shiver into the mind of the dreamer.
The representative floats above her chosen, peering down into sleepless eyes. In dreams, there is no surprise as she stares at the ghostly form. “They took my arms…” it says. “But not my eyes…”
“Can you see?”
Bones bite down onto her eyes, blue and bloodied. The stem falls from its place and into the frothing and rabid mouth, like a petal falling into raging waters. The squish echoed in her ears as the optic fluid gushes forth and wets the furry lips of the beast. Ripped from their home and mutilated, the remains of the eyes tumble down the throat and she sees nothing but blood and darkness.
Clawed hands reach tenderly into her chest. Past flesh and sinew and bone they caress her heart and begin to choke it. They sew together the arteries with nimble little hands, many and skilled. They crawl into the cavity to better see their work, nestling into her ribcage, careful to break each rib. They puncture through her lungs, stealing what was left of her breath. Her heart closed, they clawed further into her, fixing closed each organ and snapping each tendon.
She is finally laid to rest in a field of dewey grass. With no eyes she can only feel the eyes upon her, the leering gaze of those who had not received yet their turn. For several long moments they wait with baited breath, until they rush feverishly to rend her flesh. It was rage and anguish and fear that found their claws in her skin. No matter how much they rip from her there is more to be torn apart. She is left a reddened mess, barely gripping onto her human soul. They part from her corpse, and the wind comes to steal her hold upon herself.
Slowly flesh and blood and bone crawl together once more to join in her death, connected now by earth. The metals and stones sharpen her fingers to needlepoint, the leaves and petals weave tapestry to rebuild her skin, wind her blood with grass and pack her body full of soil for stability. For a heart, there grew a twistingly sharp cluster of citrine, labradorite, and tourmaline within the collapsed cavity of her chest. Slowly and agonizingly she forms anew, until lastly, light and shadow come to trap water in place of her clear blue eyes.
The representative sweeps forward from the darkness of her death to breathe into her life anew. Her body changed, she rises forth to meet its pleased gaze. “My speech is true, you are now a part of us. Heed our call and save your brethren. For surely, you must see.”
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Hey all! First post of 2025, yay! I think I finally figured out comments so hopefully those show up (you might see my tester lol). I have to dish cause I got the sweetest (late) Christmas gift ever! I found it on my doormat on New Year, one of my friends left me a little olive branch pin, just like the one in that Christmas story I posted. I don’t know how they found my blog or where they got the pin cause it’s just like what I imagined in my head, but hey, it’s cute and it was a definite pick me up from all the icky holiday illness I suffered! Luckily I’m feeling much better now! The story above is the introduction to another Work-In-Progress I have going on about lesbian cryptid helpers (distinctly NOT hunters haha) the main one is named Aloisa hence the title, I hope you enjoyed it even if it’s a little darker than I usually go! Have a great week!
Your Faithful Scrivener, and Scout,
Lorelai Harper