OGRISM TAIL.

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 16

Abednego was given a clear information where to get it, it stays in this evil forest, in a long cave found in the forest. The figure is only seen during night hours when there's either bright moon or total darkness. It appears very fat and able to stretch its limbs and torso to inhuman lengths in order to induce fear and ensnare its prey. Once its arms are outstretched, its victims are put into something of a hypnotized state, where they are utterly helpless to stop themselves from walking into them.

It is also able to create tendrils from its fingers and back that it uses to walk on in a similar fashion to ogrism.

It can absorb, kills, or merely takes its victims to an undisclosed location where it crushes the bones and sucks out bone marrow.

It is a terrible figure, its face is pale and ghostly, and appears to have been wrapped in a type of gauze or rotting skin.

There's a time this creature often kept its long, pale hands crossed politely behind its back and sometimes hanging loosely at its sides. Abednego is supposed to search for it and feed it to the ogrism. It can also be found in sections of woods. Matendechere explained to Abednego that is s very dangerous figure and that it is often thought that it enjoys stalking people who become overly paranoid about his existence, purposefully giving them glimpses of himself in order to further frighten them. For this reason, it seems like awful to look at and very much enjoys psychologically torturing his victims.

More so, it also often appears to float or drift around rather than walk, which suggest the possibility of it being an ethereal being rather than a creature or a man. This would also explain why it is able to remain mobile in spite of his poorly proportioned body.

"You will see it and the magic calabash will help you," Matendechere told Abednego as he was preparing to leave.

She told him that the creature does not have hair or a face. That he should be very careful when tracking it down. He was running so fast through the woods, Crasher had vanished from him, he thought that he would be of help, but he was wrong. As he turned back, he could see terror transform his face. Something called his name, but he didn’t have appropriate time to react.

"Definitely another damming creature," he cursed. He didn't know that there was another creature that had bounded from the woods and leapt to the front tree ahead of him.

It crouched, dropping its face to be even with his. Sneering, its rancid breath smelled of dried blood. Abednego didn't have time to stop or be troubled, but his knees weakened and buckled as he swooped in to pass the other road. It jumped out of the tree before Abednego could make a term, it attacked him there and then. He fought with all his might, but wasn’t a match and ended up crumpled a few feet away from a certain rock, In hysterics, he tried to flee but quickly found he had nowhere to run.

The thing caught him promptly and dragged him into the woods with little effort. Abednego composed himself enough to start running as fast as he could, screaming for anyone insight, the thing wasn't willing to leave this kind of tender delicacy. It pursued Abednego, creeping here and there onto the trees.

"Your magic sword, get it from the back bag," he heard Matendechere's sorcerer voice clear in his ears.

"Your magic sword, I gave it to you, use it or you die a painful death," the voice went on, this time louder.

All over a sudden it caught up with Abednego, it knocked him off the ground, the back bag tightly fixed on his back. Abednego was unconscious, he don't know how long he was there before he gained consciousness. He opened his eyes and Alas, the creature sat squat across from him, l*****g its lips and watching him zealously.

It was muttering anxiously and rocking on its wolf's feet. He was surprised, as ancient as Matendechere had earlier on told him this was too dangerous than other beasts. His chest throbbing, it looked at Abednego its coal eyes following him as he nervously brought himself to a sitting position.

He seemed to be in a cavern of some sort with two tunnels that faded to blackness, neither discernable as the exit. He hadn't forgotten how it knocked him mercilessly to the ground. The look in its eyes when it opened its mouth was frightening. An awful smell from its mouth permeated into Abednego's nostrils. He was still in for another shock, a shock that sent frenzy in his nervous system. It could speak.

“You can’t leave. You are mine. You belong to me. You crossed and came in the forest. But you are too thin to eat. You spoiled,' it thundered.

Realizing the thing was contemplating over whether to kill him or not,

Abednego's screams strained through its head, and he understood that it had meant for him to make a deal with the creature for his life. The creature wanted something different. So Abednego asked it what it wanted in exchange for letting him go.

It thought for awhile, before it smiled maliciously. It wanted Imboko the king dead. Abednego didn't take matters to chances, but he took that deal. He nodded his head, and agreed. It might seem like a rough bargain, but it would get two for letting one go.

Abednego was finally set free, his relief came when he saw an old deserted houses in view. At night, the tall peaks on the buildings cast odd, angular shadows against the ground, elongated by the light of the full moon. There were no street lamps – or any kind of electric light. Most of the buildings he passed were dark.

Once he ran through some plantations that were in the forest and onto the back roads, it was even worse. Dense treetops bowed out over the road, blocking the moon for the majority of the run. His eyes fought to pierce the thick fog covering the forest roadway.

Abednego is now used in the forest and not easy to scare. But his palms were starting to sweat a little. The hair on his forearms was on end, sending tiny pin prick of electricity up his spine every time they brushed him. Despite the balmy weather, he felt a chill creep along his skin.

He ran in silence for the better part of his way before he came to a halt.

The world descended into darkness, an inky black nothing that swallowed him up. It was as quiet as a grave. The sudden silence left his ears ringing.

“So, I came all the way out here… now what?” he wondered. The scant moonlight that cut through the canopy of leaves didn’t illuminate much.

He walked to the bridge ahead. He began walking down the road, not looking back.

The road meandered through the thick trees for a few hundred yards before coming to a tight curve. He walked through the still night. Rounding the bend in the road, he reached an area where the tree cover was thinner and the moonlight broke through.

The road narrowed into a concrete tube cutting through a small raised embankment. It was too dark to see the top of the elevated roadway. In the waning moonlight, the tunnel was little more than a yawning black opening, flanked in pale gray concrete.

He noticed movement near the tunnel. At first, he thought he was seeing things, but then he saw it again.

From the bushes on the side of the structure, a tall, white form emerged.

Standing there, in front of the gaping black maw of the underpass, was a man six feet tall, looking like an old man. Well over six feet tall and gangly, all limbs and no mass. There was a yellow and red fire axe gripped in his hands. The long, slender ears of the Fox skins swayed behind him as he slowly made his way toward Abednego.

Dark patches stained the front of his skin coverings. Abednego didn’t need to stretch his imagination to figure out what it was – blood.

Abednego stammered and back peddled into some woods behind him. Without thinking, reached behind him in his back bag and removed his magical sword and hold it firmly in his hands and looked at the approaching form.

The man didn’t stop. He continued moving towards him, closing the gap. The axe swayed back and forth in front of him, and as he neared Abednego could see there was blood on the blade.

He moved, taking swift strides towards Abednego, no chance to miss. Good meal for the night, he seems to be thinking so. Cultivating his move and eying him. He was already in his trap, too careful not to miss him, it appeared well to him.