#horrorwatch

I’ve really been debating wanting to learn how to run a zine because I really want to make a Resident Evil one, based on all characters and baddies. Would anyone be interested if I do this?

When it came down to it, Sombra couldn’t remember how she’d gotten there. She’d been in plenty of castles, ruined or not. Many of them had been dusty, antiquated corners lined with silver strands of cobweb.

But this was unnatural. She’d never flown into strands as thick as the ones she’d witnessed, that stretched continuously for meters from ceiling to floor, from wall to pillar and everything in between.

She’d panicked upon flying into the sticky strands, lost more than a couple of feathers and ultimately became entangled as strands as tough and sharp as metal wire had found her limbs, cinched tight and cut into her flesh. Now that she thought about it, her thrashing had accomplished nothing but alert whatever lived in the webs of her presence.

Not the best scenario with her in her current predicament.

She had noticed the presence before she felt it struggle within her cobwebs, having dismissed it as a pest that would find its way out eventually. The weight and girth of the tugging, however, alerted her that she would be treated to a meal without having to leave the floors of her chateau. Delivery was a rarity for her, and her mouth gaping and grotesque dripped saliva as she moved her way through her lair, finally reaching an area not too far from the entrance, the would-be living area had this been a place of normal residence. 

Bird was a very nice meal, indeed. She hoped this one wouldn’t disagree with her, as it seemed disfigured, bearing a third leg. Oh, well, the blood should  have been good. She was sure she had worse before. 

Beady purple eyes skimming over her surroundings for any threats, they fixated themselves on a small object that flashed tantalisingly under the figure's robes. In fact- she noted to some delight- there seemed to be two.

She swooped soundlessly from her perch, three sets of talons snapping around the hilt of what revealed itself to be a dagger before she soared out of striking range, cawing triumphantly and admiring the gleam of her metal prize.

With the terrible storm abating, or seemingly calming down a bit at the very least, the Nevermore begins to inch out from the decrepit basement of his hidey-hole to poke about his lair.

Hah...

Stiff and sore and starving he’s not exactly the model citizen capable of being a gracious host this evening.

And those faefire eyes of his are staring at the dim pricks of life energy within the vicinity of his ability’s range.

Friend, foe, hunter, prey.

Whoever is out there is about to have their mettle tested.

Fritz can't help but stare, silently studying Kamilah's features, a frown on his face. He sure didn't sense any life force from the female, which was odd, especially for someone with soft features like hers.

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Manipulated into killing his own brother by a dark sorcerer, he was then cursed to become a guardian to the sorcerer’s castle, becoming stone in the day and a deadly sentry in the night. Guilt and remorse kept him from breaking though the bonds that held him to the fortress, believing himself deserving of the fate that befell him. It wasn’t until he witnessed the sorcerer attempt and lure another soul into his manipulation that Hanzo found the will to break from his chains and slay the sorcerer himself before he could claim another victim.

The fae, bored with the Other and the lack of transport souls, had chosen an excursion to the Overworld that day. Though nothing had really planned her trip, aside from a deep boredom, Lena found herself seeking out one of the humans who couldn't die and be brought into the Other. The Gargoyle.

They had tried, before, to take this creature into the other. No matter what, he never seemed to budge, nor could their magic make him. It was rather perplexing. Nevertheless, Lena swooped to his perch, staring up at him.

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Her nose was leading her to this house. There was a sad case that there was a missing teenager from her clan and in her natural optimism, Fahej didn’t suspected to find them alive. Probabl because usually people in those age were too young to managed with their shifting form, either getting stuck in their animal form or get too angry and crazy to contrl themselves. Right now she followed through the forrest, the scent getting more ad more clear, even despite the rain that recently cleaned most of the traces.

It was all leading into the small cabbing. Not that strange sice Eliza was probably looking for an isolated place. It looked that it was quite abbadoned - that wasn’t usually a good sign, probably the reason behind it all was that some strange things used to chose the things like that to live in it. Slowly stepping inside, Fahej looked around, sniffing in the air and making sure that everything was leading her.

What she wasn’t expecting were the doors closing behind her with a loud thud. A loud growl escaped her lips as the wolf’s eyes looked around in searching the enemies. Then, there was a sntrage feeling like she was just pushed intot he cold water. Immiediatly she knew what was wrong - she couldn’t change her form. Neither. Nor she could be a person once again neither she could change to other animal. Fuck.