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Get out while you can...
Squelch. Squelch. The sound of your footsteps breaks the stubborn silence of the swampish forest. Everything was encased in thick black shadows. Not a bird sang here. Not a soul... alive. You slump down by a tree, lost and afraid. Squelch. Squelch. Not your footsteps. Scratch. The sound of bone grinding against a dead tree. You scrabble backwards in horror. A pair of lights blink dimly at you through the bushes. Purple, and as dim as the last light of a dying candle but definatly there. The creature, whatever it is, takes uneven steps towards you, bringing forward a putrid smell of earth and decay. My Tale There is a story to these woods. A story as forgotten and decayed as Hollow himself. But the story does not begin with him. No, this story begins with the hill. The forest was thick and empty, but the pup was scared because he couldn't see in the nighttime blackness. He yelped and hid his eyes with his paws. "Do not fear," rasped the voice. The pup felt the voice in his mind and he was even more fearful, as he could almost feel the tree's presence poisoning his very thoughts. "You are hungry?" The pup whimpered a "yes". "Then follow your nose through the forest, I have some food for you..." Back on the hill, not a star shone, not a light twinkled, save for the full moon and the flickering of the pups purple eyes as he whimpered pathetically on the hill. He fixed the tree with a cold gaze that didn't belong to him, but to the poison in his body. He gave the tree a question but it did not reply. The soul of the tree was gone. It was hollow. Like the pup felt. He saw now a pit, a badly dug grave under the tree. "I need you..." The pup, with insanity and evil that poisoned his body, howled a long, painful, strangled howl. Members of the pack below dug their paws into their ears, all of them recieved gushing nose-bleeds, several went insane and the pack elder suffered a massive brain hemerage and died on the spot. The story of the woods, the hill and the matter of the pup ends not yet. This is the part you've been waiting for. The part where Hollow comes in. Likes/Dislikes Likes/Dislikes Darkness/Living Swamps/Not being able to rest in peace Being buried/Sunlight Eating flesh/Snow Warmth/Torches and pitchforks About Me Name: Hollow12655 Alias: Hollow Lives: Dark, wet places/In your nightmares Gender: Male Age: Unknown/Immortal Pelt: Black and mouldy green Personality: Empty, partly insane, pitiable, quiet Accent: English, voice is rasping like wind through dead trees Fave colour: Colour blind. Likes grey Mate/Love: A heart can't love after it's stopped beating Crush: No Offspring: None B/day: 31st of October (Not celebrated, but he sometimes goes into villages on this night to cause a little terror) Birthstone: Tourmaline for Truth Birth-Flower: Lily Family: ...
Friends Me Link Back You are running now, through the swampish forest blindly, to anywhere away from that disgusting, awful creature. A voice that rasps like wind through dead trees echoes around your head, "Do not fear me, guest . Fear for your life..." Link Out
You try to scream, but are unable. You are to busy being horrified at the animated corpse coming towards you.
A hill, not far from here, where the grass is dust and the only thing resembling life is a dead tree, with branches shaped like a cruel hand. If you were to go there now, you would also see a patch of black earth, with a pit in it and marks around it where something scrabbled to be free. There was a pack, who lived near the hill, who were all gelerts. But they had a bad seed in their family. A little male with bright green fur and blue eyes but he had a body like a wolf. The pack hadn't seen wolves and thought their child to be some sort of evil beast, and threw him out. Alone and hungry, the little gelert scrabbled to the top of the hill to cry. The dead branches of the dead tree rustled, when there was no breeze and pointed to the forest. "Go in there," it said in a voice that rasped like wind through a dead forest. The little child whimpered in fear and shook it's head. "Go in there," repeated the tree, a little more impatiently, "Your family may not want you, but I do," it rasped in a voice it hoped sounded kind, "Go into the forest and I will tell you what to do from there..."
The little pup was very impressionable, so he toddled into the forest. 
The pup padded blindly through the forest in the grey and blackness until he smelt very strong meat. He followed the smell, and as he went, the meat smelt more and more like rot and decay, but the pup was to hungry to notice. Soon he came to the carcass of a dark, unknown creature that was lying in it's own blood. Flies crawled over it's glazed, swollen eyes but the pup didn't feel as repulsed as he should have. He went to it and ravenously ate the things in it's bowel, then lay down by it, fully gorged. "Cold?" rasped the voice. The pup nodded and looked down at himself. Ragged black fur spread over his body like a disease and he whimpered. The pup felt the rotten meat in his stomach churning. He felt sick. He wanted to go home. "Not now..." rasped the tree, his voice dangerous and quiet, "Having trouble seeing?" the pup gazed into the blackness around him and nodded to himself. He closed his eyes and when they re-opened, they were dimly purple, like lights in his skull, as if his eyeballs were gone completely. And he saw things to. Dreadful things. The forest around him, the stinking carcass by his side and the horrible, oozing floor.
The pup howled in fear and ran back the way he came, back to the hill. 
The pup, all innocence drained from his now deformed body, slit his own throat and fell into the pit before him. 
Many, many decades after the incident with the pup and the pack had long since left or died out, we are not sure of this. No living creatures were around to hear the scraping, quiet at first but getting louder and more sinister by the second, coming from the dark hill. Precicesly at midnight, a black paw broke through the patch of black earth beneath the dead tree. Seconds later, another paw came through and a hideous creature hauled itself out of the grave it had been imprisoned. A creature, filled with the soul of the evil tree with traces of the pups innocence to keep the corpse animated and immortal. Taking uneven, lurching strides, the beast slunk down the hill and into the dead forest. That was Hollow. And he's coming. No-one knows what he wants or what the meaning of this story really is...but watch your back when you next take a walk through the woods.
Sweet dreams, dear reader.
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