Okay - um - ... - 50 Follower Story that was from my Personal Life.. > Every story needs a beginning.. This story isn't much of a happy one, but I dont think he will ever know this. I met a friend a very long time ago before he ever knew me. I wandered and explored often. Someone wanted me culled and no will to try it themself. I was walking alone in the middle of the night as I passed through a neighborhood. A chill ran down my spine as I dodged barely as I felt someone behind me. I felt bleeding down my cheek and I fell upon the ground by the force of the impact. I looked up shivering. There was a troll who stood there tall and proud. The smell of death came off of him and he held onto a spear. A 'knight' stood over me. The light tinted all around us. I had almost thought that he had to been a limeblood. He seemed confused by me. He stared at my blood and I heard Old Alterinan as he spoke. "o-|= I am s'rry. Thee aren't the villain I'm aft'r =>" His smile was.. almost charming if I hadn't known that he had to harm me. He pulled me up and I bowed my pan. He asked if I had seen someone who looked similar to I. A violetblood wandering around a lowblood neighborhood.. And off he went. As soon as he was out of sight I ran and ran as fast and as far as I could until I collapsed. I made myself sick and bile was on the ground were the only memories of that night afterwards. I never meet him again until sweeps later. Friend of a friend.. I remember the pure terror when I saw him again. That was it. I never told him nor anyone else #emetophobia #writing #gore #personalaccount
>>| that .is quite horrific story, to say so. well, .at least .it was just small misunderstanding.