There's a demon that's been spotted around your city, around your neighborhood. All the local monster hunters are getting ready to find it, it won't be the first time some dangerous creature got loose in your city and had a hunt out for it. But this one is dangerous, she's faster than most cyptids, humanoid but not from a humanoid species that's known or common, and she's deadly, a few days after she's spotted its found that she kills. Somebody was found dead in the winter snow, on a street corner, with her claw marks on his chest.
You're not a monster hunter. But you are interested in these types of things, and you thought you spotted her one night and chose to give chase, against your better judgment you gave chase. You just want to see her, you just want to see something so strange, so inhuman. And when you see her she's as strange as you can imagine, most of her looks humanoid, slender and graceful, like the most beautiful human you've ever seen, but she has eyes with slit pupils like a cats, and long horns coming from her head, and sharp teeth in her mouth, bat like wings come out her back, and a scorpion's tail from the base of her spine, and where her genitals should be, instead there's the body and head of a snake coming out of her body. She's beautiful and horrifying.
When she comes near you she doesn't hurt you, she just looks at your camera. She doesn't seem to know what it is. When she realizes you're as harmless as you are she let's down her guard. You're afraid, but you slowly realize she's not interested in hurting you. She seems cold, it's very cold and she's not wearing any clothing. You offer to let her into your apartment, just for a night, just because nomatter what she is she deserves to be warm.
She lays on your bed for awhile, she seems so excited just to be on a bed, just to see a bed. She spends awhile under the covers. You were originally planning on letting her sleep on your couch, but she seems so excited to have a comfy bed. She finds one of your plushes and starts cuddling it at one point. You've never seen someone so happy just to have a place to rest.
In the morning the demon is still there. You don't want to kick her out. You bring her food and she seems really paranoid, it seems like a lot of people have hurt her before. You have to leave the room while she eats. But she does seem really happy to have something to eat at all.
Eventually you ask her about who she is. She says she doesn't have a name, and doesn't remember when she was born. She admits to having killed those people, which scares you to be reminded of, it scares you to hear her say it. But she tells you they shot at her, and she doesn't seem like a good enough lier to lie about that. They shot at her the momment they saw her. She was demonized for it, but it's the right of all creatures to attack someone trying to kill them, rather than die.
She really likes being in your apartment. You let her barrow your clothes, though she doesn't like wearing clothing, except for pajamas which she wears when she sleeps. You show her cartoons she can watch, and give her paper and pencils to draw with. It takes awhile for her to be willing to show you her drawings, but when she does they're quite good, you compliment them, and her face lights up. It takes her awhile to feel comfortable being touched by you too, but when she let's you she starts to love your affection, she likes being pet, and hugged, and cuddled, you don't think she's felt these things in a long time.
You let her stay longer than you expected too. There's still people hunting her. And there's still the winter, she says she's been through worse, but it's getting colder. Eventually you even introduce her to some freinds who you know you can trust. You just let her rest there, and part of you home this can just be a way she can exist, getting to draw, and have her head pet, and laying in bed when she wants to. You end up talking with her a lot, she's passionate about stories, and about things she finds pretty, and she loves asking you about the world, and about humanity, about all these things that are alien to her.
Eventually she tells you she has to leave. You try to tell her to stay a little longer, but it's a demon's nature to be free. She's been hurt by humans before, hurt by more than cold and bullets, but by binding spells, and deals she shouldn't have made. And as spring comes she needs to find a new city, and new space to exist it. You spend your last night together cuddling in your bed, and she tells you of ancient lands, and stories nobody else remembers. And then in the morning she's gone, she said she might visit you again, but for now she's gone. You thought you would see her leave but she spared you that pain, she thanked you for being warm to her as you fell asleep, and let your hands run across her cold skin. And now your room lays empty.
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rasping claws gaping maws
The scent of the campfire and roasting meat brought the creature to the campsite. It stalked around the camp investigating, probing the area sniffing the air. The campsite contained 8 young college students laughing as they passed a round of beers between them. backs turned to the forest, oblivious to the fate that was about to befall them. The creature extended it's claws and leapt out with an inhuman screech.
It raised it's claws and slashed down ripping open
The bag of hotdogs kept on the picnic table, It began to gobble down the hotdogs with the feral ferocity of a starving beast. The College students screamed as they backed away from the creature, the largest of them stepped forward as if to try and take the hotdogs back.
The creature hissed at the student and swept it's claws in a clear warning to the rowdy human. before grabbing as much of the food as it could and leaping off into the night. Giving off a primal cry of victory as it retreated into the night
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any love for friendly horrific creatures? i also wanna give the weeping raven a hug but i am fascinated with the idea of horrific beings beyond our comprehension also being capable of kindness and care 🥺
I'm a big fan of that, too!
I especially love creatures that you can try to empathize with. The ones that, even if they do hurt people, are just acting out their nature or defending themselves against humans.
Here are some I've done in the past that come to mind, with their links:
Girlboss taking revenge on her awful ex-husband.
Intelligent mermaids being left to die on a beach, treated as curiosities.
Since you mentioned it, the Weeping Raven!
And of course, Richard, who fell in love with the moon.
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Nobody actually knows if Bill destroyed his dimension on purpose, including Bill himself. He's lied about it so many times in so many ways for so long that he's lost track.
He burned it out of maliciousness, pure and simple. He didn't even have anything against the place, he just thought it would be fun.
His home was a convenient stepping stone on his road to power. The amount of energy released by burning down an entire universe, even a two-dimensional one, is easily enough to make someone a god if they know how to harness it.
Of course he destroyed it on purpose, he hated it, hated how oppressive it was, how boring it was- how could he not destroy a place so awful?
Obviously it was an accident. He loved his home, his family, he would never willingly destroy it.
He wasn't even involved with his dimension's destruction, he was just one of the few survivors, either by accident or design.
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