.゚[⛓️‍💥] ||| : ̊ʚ( a lowly beast devours your precious livestock, now caught within your nettings overfed and defenseless )ɞ+ ̊✧

⛧°. ⋆༺ ☾ ༻⋆. °⛧

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ꒰ 3rd person-limited || medieval || darkest dungeon ꒱⸝⸝⸝⸝ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

⤷「 The shell of a former scholar, wrought with a disgusting curse which finds him enraptured by thick mangled fur and an unseemly appetite. A beast lives beneath his lash worn skin, ravenous with hunger. He cannot return to his prior livelihood, even if he prayed every night. He finds himself starved, pockets empty and with a unkempt appearance, there's no hope for buying himself rations. That's all he remembers before he is squirming frantically, strung up in netting and soaked with gore. Clambering for any sort of purchase aimlessly but not long before the exhaustion of an over-satiated appetite takes hold.

̊+⊹. "the being that walked within my skin. it couldn’t be me..." + ̊⊹☆

A shepherd's herd is his lifeblood, his meaning and his undoing. You had been told fantastical stories of men lost to wolves and 'yotes by the sole purpose to keep their herds safe. You hoped to not be of similar fate when you'd noticed harrowed eyes of a beast preying upon your work. Though, disappearing when your gaze shifting straight, you knew what you'd seen. Setting up the trap had took little time, and had miraculously garnered results. Unfortunately, the loss of three sheep seemed unpreventable. But when you approached the netted mass sitting in your handiwork, you are not met with a beast at all. 」

⋅───⊱༺ ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ♰ ꒰ M4M || sfw intro || shepherd .ᐟ user ꒱♰ ༻⊰───⋅

☾°. ⋆༺ ⛧ ༻⋆. °☾

╭ ..💬 '. ⌞ barge's scrawls...⌝ → "ah my very first request, fulfilled with due haste, i trust. the messenger hath bid to remain anonymous. i find great joy in having reached, albeit with but a humble band of knight admirers among other medieval follies.

as ever, mine requests dost remain ajar."