Post by illirica on Mar 24, 2022 15:45:04 GMT
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DECEMBER FOURTH
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There was no name on the grave, when she clawed her way out of it from among the other forgotten corpses. There was only a date, a reference to when they had been thrown in there to rot and covered with dirt, with none of the usual ceremony. No one came to greet her, just as no one had come to mourn her.
She knows nothing of who she might have been, nor did she know anything then of what she had become.
There was no name on the grave, when she clawed her way out of it from among the other forgotten corpses. There was only a date, a reference to when they had been thrown in there to rot and covered with dirt, with none of the usual ceremony. No one came to greet her, just as no one had come to mourn her.
She knows nothing of who she might have been, nor did she know anything then of what she had become.
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Physiology
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A mystery, at first, for no mirror shows her image. A woman, perhaps in her twenties or more, with the pallor of the grave upon her sunken cheeks. She is preserved to look always thus: Not as she lived, but as she died.
A mystery, at first, for no mirror shows her image. A woman, perhaps in her twenties or more, with the pallor of the grave upon her sunken cheeks. She is preserved to look always thus: Not as she lived, but as she died.
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Craving
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Her body is sustained by blood, with a desire strong enough to kill. Pointed canines are strong enough to tear flesh, and the blood she drinks suffuses her system. No other sustenance will do - indeed, any other food is sickening to her, as she no longer has the ability to digest it. Liquids are consumable in small amounts so long as they are mostly water, but they do nothing to sate the hunger. She needs neither air nor water - only blood, always blood.
Her body is sustained by blood, with a desire strong enough to kill. Pointed canines are strong enough to tear flesh, and the blood she drinks suffuses her system. No other sustenance will do - indeed, any other food is sickening to her, as she no longer has the ability to digest it. Liquids are consumable in small amounts so long as they are mostly water, but they do nothing to sate the hunger. She needs neither air nor water - only blood, always blood.
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Adapted
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Her vision has adapted to the darkness she lives in, granting her perfect sight in the dim and gloom and the mask of night. Conversely, however, her eyes no longer see well in lighted areas - lamps and well-lit buildings are mostly a blur, forcing her to rely on other senses. The strongest of them is scent, capable of distinguishing the myriad of unpleasant odors sifting through the city. Blood, more than anything, calls to her - and she can scent it from a long distance off, a bright beacon in the incumbent darkness.
Her vision has adapted to the darkness she lives in, granting her perfect sight in the dim and gloom and the mask of night. Conversely, however, her eyes no longer see well in lighted areas - lamps and well-lit buildings are mostly a blur, forcing her to rely on other senses. The strongest of them is scent, capable of distinguishing the myriad of unpleasant odors sifting through the city. Blood, more than anything, calls to her - and she can scent it from a long distance off, a bright beacon in the incumbent darkness.
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Sun-sick
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The sun and its rays are anathema to her. Earth is the best defense, burial beneath its heavy soil, but anything that keeps the sunlight from her will do if it must. Her body abhors the light of day, and her skin will burn in mere seconds, or burst into flames in minutes if it is so touched.
The sun and its rays are anathema to her. Earth is the best defense, burial beneath its heavy soil, but anything that keeps the sunlight from her will do if it must. Her body abhors the light of day, and her skin will burn in mere seconds, or burst into flames in minutes if it is so touched.
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Twisted
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Her hands are tipped by fine-pointed claws at all times, deceptively delicate looking, though they are strong enough to rend flesh or even bone. When she wishes to, the keratin grows - forward and backward, sheathing her fingers themselves as well as extending outward into dagger-like forms, enough that she will never need any other weapon.
Her hands are tipped by fine-pointed claws at all times, deceptively delicate looking, though they are strong enough to rend flesh or even bone. When she wishes to, the keratin grows - forward and backward, sheathing her fingers themselves as well as extending outward into dagger-like forms, enough that she will never need any other weapon.
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Regenerative
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In time, she will heal all wounds save beheading. A wooden stake through the heart will act as a paralytic, but should it be removed, even this will heal in time. Small scrapes heal instantly, but worse wounds will take much longer - days, or even weeks. Two things hasten this process: blood and burial. Consumption of blood and respite beneath the earth's soil for a full day will seal wounds and set bones. In weeks or months, she may even regenerate a lost limb. Her appearance is static, always returning to the same wasted state, no matter how long she should exist.
In time, she will heal all wounds save beheading. A wooden stake through the heart will act as a paralytic, but should it be removed, even this will heal in time. Small scrapes heal instantly, but worse wounds will take much longer - days, or even weeks. Two things hasten this process: blood and burial. Consumption of blood and respite beneath the earth's soil for a full day will seal wounds and set bones. In weeks or months, she may even regenerate a lost limb. Her appearance is static, always returning to the same wasted state, no matter how long she should exist.
