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rendevouz in the marshes
🕑 Added 2017-06-28 23:39:24 +0000 UTC The letter, you got a few days ago from The Inn keeper was written in a beautiful handwriting. You had never seen a lettering like that, almost if like the ink was brought to the paper with a sharp stick or claw. It was alien, feminine and even beautiful in a way."Dear Stranger,
I have been so alone for so many nights, I can´t even count the weeks. My current state does not allow me to get closer to any settlements, but I can guarantee, I managed to stop the curse that had befallen me. Sadly, I wasn´t able to return to my old form, but I am not infectious anymore. All I ask of you is to bring some food to the southern marshes. place it right next to the dead reed-field a few minutes from the road.
I prefer cucumber, bananas and everything else, that is easy to chew.
Help me please, you will find your reward 2 days later at the same place.
-a desperate girl
...
You followed the road down to the old marshes as the sun was already setting.
the bluish light of the evening sky was reflecteing from the brackish water around the dead reed. The sound of mosquitos filled the almost idyllic, maybe a bit scary athmosphere: That girl really wanted to eat HERE?
You turn around, as you notice a slow movement behind you. In a gap between old reed plants, you made out the shadowy figure of a girl sitting on the ground, watching you.
"Hey you!" you shout as you try to get closer to the girl. "Are you the one that left this letter in the pub for me?" You pull out the kinda crumpled piece of paper, as you get a little angry about the silent, watching shadow a few meters ahead.
"HEY!... Talk to me-" The light of the moon lighted up the scene, as you realize why the girl wasn´t answering.
At first, you thought she was just scratching her chin or something like that. Instead, the girl which was covered in some kind of insect-carapace fiercely rubbed over a wet slit, sitting right where her mouth should have been. A wet, almost smacking noise halled through the almost silent marshlands, as the thick insectoid claw pushed through the wet fabric of the girls facemask.
moaning and with a needy gaze, the bug girl looked at you. If you wanted to run, this would be the best moment for it... on th eother hand, you were curious what REALLY was under that wet facemask...
Comments
General Cellron XD
Hmm I'm actually wondering what is going to happen next and I am very excited to see what happens next too XD
This may not end well lol for the reader
