frσstmσurnє's Den

Please send me Lich eyes, undead, and Whispering glows!!

Hey. Welcome to my den, you can call me Umbra, Amaryllis, or any variation of that! ^^

~Genres I like~

Modern Gothic
80s Gothic
Death Rock
Darkwave
Witch-house
Gothic Metal
Deathcore
Doom Metal
Symphonic Metal
Melodeath Metal

And much Much more.

You're hunting for food as you explore new territory, driven by the scent of a fresh kill just outside your borders, a free meal is always good. But as you wandered further and further away, your curiosity is piqued as the scent seemed to lead into a vast, thick mist, but you noticed the air growing frigid around you.

As the mist began to away, you'd notice with surprise that you're standing in a darkened frozen wasteland, all the plantlife frosted and dead, the ice underpaw seemed to seep into your bones, your body beginning to ache from the bitter cold. An uneasy feeling settled over you as you looked around, the grasslands you were previously roaming completely out of sight, as if you'd walked into another realm entirely.

The cold was excruciating, snow and frost now building up on your thick fur, yet at this point, there seemed to be an unexplainable pull, it was like the environment itself was pulling you in, making it impossible to even think of turning back.. Like your movements were not your own.

Being driven on by this unknown force, you push forward through the blizzard, the delicious scent getting closer and closer.

Mist seemed to block out the sky, it was so thick that you could barely see further than your own paws, and no sunlight shone in this place.
The frigid mist seeming to play tricks on your mind as you wandered deeper into the freezing abyss, any sign of plantlife dead and frozen, no birds chirping, no quiet breeze, nothing, pure silence, or so you thought.

A putrid smell hits your nostrils, a stench of decay and blood, so potent that your head begins to pound and ache, a low ringing noise splits through your ears as you frantically look around, fear beginning to course into your veins.

You suddenly realize the presence of hundreds, maybe thousands of rotting figures closing in around you from the mists, their eyes burning a necromantic blue. Some appeared to be in the basic form of a lion, while others were completely grotesque and indescribable, contorting and writhing, all groaning and wailing eerily.

A figure walks out from the mist and shadows, their eyes were burning with that same icy fire, it felt like they were staring into your very soul, like you're gazing into the depths of hell. With a blackened, cracked and frosted pelt, a demonic black aura surrounded it, ice flaking off of it. It had unnaturally long, wickedly curved fangs, pulled permanently back in a terrifying grin, like that of a decaying corpse. The demon was far larger and lankier than any lion you have seen. It just stared at you, dead still and completely silent.

You're frozen with fear, the ringing in your ears growing louder and louder, then, the creature spoke, in an echoing, ghostly and demonic voice, the sound of hundreds of unintelligible whispers and freezing wind backed the creature's voice. Their tone was cracked and strained, an unrecognisable deep accent heavy in their voice, not female nor male, seeming to have the ring of both. "What are you doing here, Lion?" You can't speak, suddenly coming to your wits, but feeling that you still can't move, you look around and see that you are trapped by a whirling ring of ice, the blizzard seemed to be circling around you, the frostbite began to seep into your skin, the icy pain deepening and any time you got near it, the whirling shards of ice cut deep wounds into your flesh.

Suddenly, the 'lion' is in front of you, their long and vicious teeth inches away from your face.
It spoke once again, this time with a booming, distorted and deep unnatural snarl, hundreds of different voices all screeching in your ears

With fear pounding in your chest, as you whipped around frantically, looking for any escape, the demon's presence seemed to suffocate you, and almost.. Hypnotize you. As it just looked like it was going to sink it's razorsharp fangs into you, it vaporized along with the frigid circle.

You begin to run as fast as you can, your eyes wild with fear and heart pounding dangerously fast in your heart, the wails of death still ringing in your ears.

You never felt the same after this experience, even when your wounds healed, you felt eternally.. Trapped, cold, and empty, like your very soul had been chained to the demon, like you're no longer truly alive, like the frostbite still penetrates your soul.. And a hunger growing deep inside you, not like any hunger you've experienced before, something far more sinister.. A hunger to kill, a hunger for souls. You begin to lose control, driven by that all consuming hunger to kill, that eternal bloodlust..

You now know why that creature let you live that day, for they never truly let you go, and that death is just the beginning.. And the hour of your dark rebirth has begun.