Hals' archive

  Seer's memories  A figure stood in a void that twinkled softly like thousands of stars were around him, cloaked in a grey robe, a blue scarf blowing in a non existent wind. They seemed entirely involved in whatever they were doing. You approach him and gently tug on the scarf causing them to look at you. "Yes?", he asked lowering a screen. "Hey, Cosmic dad, you said you had siblings right?", you ask. "Yes. I do, why? What of them?", he asked turning to face you. He was tall, but not exactly imposing. His hands were disembodied, but had white cufflinks on the end. "Well, do you mind if you..." you put on your best fake noble voice "Regale me with the tragic woes of your 'childhood'?", you say , a smug grin at the end. He pauses for a minute before responding "Very well.", he says before a couch seemingly made of space rose behind you, it gently twinkled. You sat down ready to be regaled in your adopted father'...

The Fox Goddess of the Woods You wander through the woods, its dense trees surrounding you all around. You turn hearing a noise.  A fox's tail shrinks out of the corner of your sight. You think to yourself about a legend you heard about these woods.      A kitsune lives in these woods. Praying upon men whose faith has shaken, like Kawin, a man who had cheated upon his wife with a damsel from another village. He was making the trip to see her when he heard a crunch of leaves behind him. As he turned, he saw a fox with an elegant coat. Thinking nothing of it he turned back around continuing on his path. The fox followed him from behind cover, but just as he was to cross into the other village, a woman whose beauty rivaled even a goddess, called out to him. Entranced, he greeted her. She invited him to join her in a secluded part of the woods, an underlying hunger in her voice. Foolishly he followed her to that part of the woods, but what awaited him, wasn't a wonderful...

  Reaper's Haven P3 So I forgot to write about the lake meet up. So let me break it down, simple and easy. So, I had arrived at the lake expecting to be met with a weapon, fire arm or a Smith & Wesson bone collector, for some reason. But much to my and undoubtedly your surprise, she didn't have a plan to kill me. Surprisingly, that Stephen King story creature wasn't there. So, we started talking for a while. It was pretty standard stuff at first. But she eventually asked me if I really was Death. So, I took off my hand and reattached it which seemed to surprise her. Which isn't exactly what I expected. I mean if I did this around anyone else, I'd need to do my job on one of my rare days off, but I could guess why she didn't flip. She probably thought that sign was literal, which it is. A while later I spotted a guy wearing a blackhood, seems unimportant, but also like the kind of guy who'd make an oc that'd turn into a demon when they're angry. A...

The Mark of Opprotunity Some would call it a curse, some would call it a blessing, but to me it's just a part of me. This "part" of me doesn't have a name, but it goes by an excessive amount of titles a few examples being: "The Corruption, The Fractured Demon, The Edgy Disease" and so on and so forth. Let me introduce myself. My name is Monster, and no that's not a nickname. When I was created, that was all I knew as a name. My creator gave me this odd spark that fused with my soul, as he said. It didn't take too long for that spark to one day personify itself. It didn't have a name, so I asked my creator to help me name it. After he thought for a moment, and by think I mean look at a translator. He gave it the name Kiheid. He said it meant possibility, but I let it name itself. It didn't come up with a name, surprisingly. So I call it Kilheid, but I'm still waiting for the day it names itself. Kilheid changes forms sometimes, and I end u...