Poltergeist Omen Tombstone
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A bucket of paint tossed in the air, splashed with droplets of black here and there. It all comes raining down on the figure to mold and make the creation of the body. A fluffed tail sways from side to side on a rare occasion, commonly seen languidly following behind with nothing else to do but to just be a mere use for balance and a sass of a walk. A thick coat of fur brushed out cleanly, and neatly groomed with a hints of imperfection hidden away from the world. Legs to move with an even pace, though speed was never a gift in favor just a brisk gait is all that's given. Lavender-lilac eyes, dull with a stoic expression glued to her face, staring with little to no care of what event occurs. Ceased Aging at the Age of 2 Years, 6 Months
Commonly known to be a little hermit crab or a recluse, perhaps sometimes bitter even if she does not wish to get herself involved in such petty little things called conversations or group socials. It's a bother upon her case. The young woman generally keeps to herself, generally spotted in a thickly wooded area, or in the comforts of home, cleaning and tending to the little things, always in the need to keep busy. All work, little to no play. Stubborn and a bit hard-headed sometimes, Worrisome, she can become if something isn't going right or there is something wrong but she is unable to place a paw on it. Poltergeist does have a tendency to over work herself to the point past exhaustion. She can and most likely will go days upon day without sleep until her paws give out and she collapses. Though the following day she would be right back on her paws, carrying out the same thing no matter her condition. she brushes off the problems or is in denial about them ( including the schizophrenia ) "Everything is fine." A typical statement crawls from her untouched voice. She is quiet; with a voice nothing ever heard what seems to be a whisper. ( The snake represents the little voices she hears )
Growing, as a pup was rather normal perhaps, almost boring it seemed for Poltergeist. Her parents were nothing too important, her mother a healer, and her father fluctuated between hunting and battling for any future wars that may take place. She was born in her mother's second litter, Incubus and Demon being her first, where as herself, her twin brother, and her sister were born a year or so later. There was the typical play-fighting between the siblings, Incubus was generally always the winner, where as Demon would be second. It was at an early age when she had met her first sighting of the paranormal. An old family relative she had but thought nothing of it. Eventually, simply other than the fact that she was close to her twin brother, she befriended one or two but never a linked connection. A year had come and gone, as she and her littermates were young adolescents. The atmosphere within the family had changed It was tense, heavy and unforgivably dark. Incubus had grown more aggressive, aching for a fight. A prediction. Incubus had slain Demon in a fight and announced defeated, he was assumed dead. Weeks after his death, Incubus had coaxed Poltergeist into aiding him in another fight. At first she turned her nose from him, Yet only moments after that, did a slithering hiss steer her in the other direction. Do it Its voice laced with venom, callous and wickedness, taunting and teasing to coax her into her brothers bidding. Mumbling something about it to Incubus, the wolf simply snorted and shrugged it off. "You're crazy." She spoke of it no more, and agreed to assist her brother in the scouting of the territory. The same night in that patrol, Incubus was anxious, readily on his paws, while Poltergeist herself, kept a distance from him... he killed their brother after all, whether it was played out as an accident or not. Why was she even with him? Was this a set-up? Was his plan to hunt her down too? She shook her head and simply followed. Incubus mentioned something about two loners trespassing in their home. Those whom were in hierarchy at the time were settling with their own worries, leaving the secret massacre a secret to them.

Remembering vaguely it was raining, making the sky appear darker than it did on clear nights, the stars and moon hidden away, shunned by the dark gray clouds as the pitter patter of the rain came trickling down. Every now and then was there a roll of thunder or a bolting flash of lightening... I never knew he was leading me to aid him in slaying our parents. I thought it was simply a typical patrol and strangers were hardly ever an issue. We would be leaving to move on to another land, a nomadic pack we were at that perhaps a tribe. I studied a little bit of everything but was never known to raise a paw to my parents or my siblings. I maybe fought Inc once and the rest was up to Demon, Phantom and Banshee. It was a wretched night. The both of us were soaked with the hairs on our backs clinging to our skins, almost unrecognizable. The voice the voices in my head kept coaxing me on to not stop, to keep going, follow after my big brother. I never thought much of this and shrugged it off and continued. I never knew any better. When we came into view of what seemed to be an empty den, I never realized it was home my parents. Incubus turned to look at me, the jokers grin on his face, mixed with the Cheshire's smile. Tension and nerves tightened in my stomach with a hard knot. Something was going to happen, someone was going to die tonight. I-it happened so quickly. And I fell for it. Earsplitting screams and cries broke through the storm as the rain fell harder, and harder. There was blood! so much blood everywhere. Whoever was in here that we were after put up on hell of a fight, though eventually, maybe an hour or so, my brother and I were victorious. I looked over to him, looking for any satisfaction from him but instead only to see him disembody the dead wolf before him. "What are you doing?" I panicked. "Making sure he's dead"a near demonic growled ruptured from his throat with a side stare. The lightning flashed and I stumbled back in surprise, horrified. I turned to look at the corpse that I had slain and shook my head. This wasn't like me! this isn't like me. Why did I do this? What drove me to it?

Questions kept coming... It wasn't until after did Poltergeist come to the realization of what she had done... not to mention who she had done it to. Eyes were rolled back, the body just lying there with a fatal gnash painted across the neck, soaked in blood. There were other bite and claw marks riddling this body. Of course, she and her brother were cut up but nowhere near death. She fled from the scene where as her brother had stayed. Days after she had quickly made the decision on leaving the pack. She couldn't stay, there was just no way. She had seen the souls of her parents walking in the general direction from the borders of the trees to their home where the massacre had started. Unable to bare this guilt, the little voice inside took advantage of that and tore her down, belittling and ridiculing her. Tearing with her sanity in an attempt to break her, yet she'd fight back. Soon after the decision made she confronted her twin brother in her departure... "I'm leaving." ---- Victus, before Lux ---- Victus after the Ritual --- Returned to Victus Due to her mental state, Poltergeist forced herself into hiding once more in efforts to seize the behemoth that dwells within her. There is no known information that this has been successful, only she has just awakened from a deep long slumber.
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