Timestamp: 44th of Winter, AV 510 Sheika's face was smeared in mud, droplets of sweat were forming at the top of his forehead as the perspiration fought its way through to the surface of the filth covering him. Sheika tried, fought vigorously, but the ghost was significantly stronger. Sheika had experienced this before, the ghosts that wanted a body, and then tried to pull him to his death. This ghost, however was formidable indeed. Being foolish as he was, Sheika fed the ghost, giving it that ethereal energy from mixing of cheese, blood, and egg, which empowered it, and now it was trying to control him for good. Sheika fought, but it was useless, the ghost had managed to walk the Myrian into the Jungle Wilds, all the way from Taloba, and already the night was beginning to infect the sky like a thick blanket. Panicking, Sheika tried desperately to push the spirit from his mind. Over the course of the day, the specter was losing strength, and eventually, when Leth's Gaze was at its highest, the ghost left, weakened too much to fulfill its task. It meant most likely to claim Sheika as his own body so that it may taste life once again. A typical ghost, except this one was strong, significantly so. Now, Sheika had to get home, and even though he could follow the direction of the moon, the strained tracks left by his possesses self, or even follow his gut to the correct place, he knew that he was lucky not to experience something lethal already. To get back in one piece would be an act of luck, skill, and tenacity. Without any of those legs, his life was as good as gone. Nodding to himself, Sheika moved towards a closely knit cluster of bushes, as if in anticipation of something that was coming. Sheika moved slowly through the entire night, freezing at the sounds of any and all creatures nearby, moving quickly only when it was to move past a clearing that would easily expose him to danger, and saying not a word except prayers to his mother and Myri. It was all in vain however, as unknown to him, he was being stalked by a predator more proficient than himself. A Dhani, a constrictor to be exact, had been following Sheika as if it had itself been a shadow. As if these reptilian humanoid was not capable of sounds or having color. And Once Sheika took a moment to think, to pay attention to his surroundings, the Dhani (a She), wrapped her lengthy muscular coils around Sheika's legs. The Myrian grunted as he hit the ground, clawing at his side to take that steel dagger and stab Furiously at the hunter, but it was no use, she was too powerful, and already saw his attempts for the weapon. Within moments, Sheika's body would be devoured by death. His bones ravaged by the swift and silent crushing coils that the Dhani had on her. Minutes later, he was devoured by the Dhani herself. Perhaps now Sheika would learn more than he ever really wanted about ghosts. |