Cut Me Beautiful, Mystery [Open]

[Amael Farmourner]

Early in the Month of Immanis
Season of Winter Era I of the Celestine Mandate
XV PF

In an underground labyrinth beneath Archadoon in the Night...

A raspy inhale echoed within the chamber, a feeble sound along with a feeble heartbeat. Nails scraped and scratched along the covers, making small insects scurry away only to regroup and begin feasting on the sour, rancid flesh. The form withered and whined pitifully - after all, it did hurt, but not as much as before, no, not nearly as much as before.

Mute and nearly soundless, a scream ripped out of its throat as it arched up, its decaying flesh littered and flexed with exposed muscles and insects. It was almost bodiless, more of a specter with bits of flesh remaining to its physical form.

A Whimper. Love, I am coming, wait for me...

This time, a true unearthly scream ripped out of the creature's throat - an errie melody that was caught between being hauntingly beautiful and discord - and it reached the surface world, the city of Archadoon and it would touch its people, even the citizens that did not want to hear it.