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Julycanthropy Day 27 - Pain
Emily Carroll
I reblog this every time I see it, because the part that makes this so horrific to me, is that the room is a direct callback to Goodnight Moon. It takes this memory of safety and security and turns it directly upside down and I love it.
hey so Emily Carroll is my absolute favorite horror artist and her stories are some of the greatest things iâve ever had the ghastly pleasure to read. many of her comics are free online, such as the classic His Face All Red

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Again thank you so much!! Heâs so cute, and you managed to give him a smile with his little tusks!! And the book omg it made me giggle x3 He really does need it lmao!Â
Merely stands still looking at him, violet eyes widened from the encounter. What... were they? She wasn't sure if she wanted to stay to find out.
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Aamon stood his ground, both surprised and intrigued from this humanâs boldness. By now others wouldâve taken off, too scared to find out who and what he was, but this girl had decided otherwise. Her violet eyes however, warned him to take a step back. Clearly she looked uncomfortable and Aamon didnât want to let that escalate all the way into fear. He liked most humans. It was just a matter on whether they liked him in the end.Â
Although he still towered over her, he hunched ever so slightly to not look so intimidating. Hm, what do humans do when they greet each other? Ah!
A light went off in his head causing his entire body to almost perk up before crouching low and taking off in the direction behind him. Not even a few minutes later he came running back like a dog whoâd retrieved his favorite toy. Aamon skidded to stop in front of the girl managing to slide back up onto his two feet and swirled his long tail around to be between them. At the tip of his fuzzy tail he held in a twisted grip a long intricate and woven purple rope with small shimmering golden bells attached to it. Clearly it was ripped off from something. A small interesting looking pedestal Aamon had passed by a bit a ways behind him. He didnât know what that pedestal was or the meaning behind it. All he knew is that the rope was purple sort of like the color this human had in her eyes. And along with that, he remembered that some humans like to give other humans little things when they meet.Â
Aamon nudged his tail closer to the human with a chuffing sound coming from the back of his throat, signaling for the human to take it. A gift for her.Â

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Hmm. Now that I think of it, Aamonâs tusks do help him out when crunching down on bones, or ripping meat apart, but I can also see them getting in the way sometimes too. That being said, I may or may not settle with his mouth being able to open up further. Sort of like a snake, but you know, more teeth.
Behind those claws and teeth and the idea that he could hunt you down in a matter of seconds, Aamon is a sweety I swear!!
Crying over your ex cause they broke your heart? Aamon would break their legs (or eat them, whatever you prefer) and bring you your favorite flowers! That may or may not be still attached to the bush or tree....
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He didnât know how many days had passed, or even weeks. The demon still looked behind him every now and then. Thinking the one who had taken him was right behind him. Shivering each time as he finds himself hiding in the shadows. Looking all around him, seeing the other creatures that grazed calmly. Greeting each other and not minding the demon that prowled quietly in the shadows.Â
Zannerik used to be fearsome, used to pounce at anything, and kill with pleasure. But now he was just a harmless creature. A pathetic one that shrinks back in fear at every sound. Even cautious, he was still hungry. He had to hunt or find something that would keep his energy up. If not, who knows when his captor might show up and take him back. Hurting him even more, or slowly killing him. The thought was unsettling for Zannerik to think about. He had to keep going and fast.Â
The demon crouched low, his heavy tail swishing back and forth as he sniffed the ground. Smelling blood and followed it. Keeping an eye out, pausing every now and then when he heard a sound. Movements still low and quiet until he was closer to a corpse of an animal. His stomach growling from the days he went without eating. Mouth salivating as his jaw opened, leaning down to chomp on the meant that was left behind. The little bits of meat were enough for him. Licking at his lips, he searched to wash down the blood and meat down. Slowly walking over to a pond nearby, he lapped at the water. Drinking as much as he could before he started coughing. Gasping for air before he calmed down. Going in to drink more, he then saw his reflection. Seeing how tired and worn he was. The scars that littered his face and under his eyes. There was dirt in his hair and dried blood still around the base of his horns.Â
A hand rose to touch his face but quickly shot down as heavy footsteps were heard. He was frozen on the spot, scanning the area if it was truly his captor that found him. His heart thumped hard against his chest, eyes filled with fear as he shrunk down. He screamed for his body to run but it didnât respond.Â
Without struggle, the beast swung the boarâs large carcass over his shoulder and made his way towards the water heâd spotted earlier. A small clearing hidden within the dense forest with a lonesome pond in the middle of it. If the beast could smile he would have a big one from ear to ear, but for now, a small grin sufficed along with a shameful wag of his tail.Â
Over the next hour Aamon had dug into his meal. Devouring a large portion of it in minimal time, and effort with the help of his thick long claws and tusks. The creature was not at all embarrassed from his lack of etiquette as he chewed on a leg like a drumstick from a chicken, and his face mimicking a child who found a basket of berries. However, something did make him cease his chewing and reluctantly place the limb down. One ear of his twitched, the gold hooped earring in it jingling in unison with a twig snapping. Something was watching him from nearby. Probably wanting to claim his kill.Â
That didnât sit well at all with Aamon. The beast rose up on his hind legs, making himself look a lot bigger. He tipped his nose to the sky trying to catch a scent in the breeze. One, two, three sniffs in and heâd picked up something. The treeline north of him. It was there, and it knew that it was caught, because in the next second Aamon heard rustling in the foliage and trees as birds scattered from the stranger jumping away through their branches. Aamon huffed, somewhat amused that the stalker had decided to flee. Bad news for them, Aamon loved a good chase. In the blink of an eye Aamon had crouched to all four and sprinted after them, leaving his kill behind along with some of his tracks.
The sun no longer shone directly on Aamon as he made his way back to his spot. Empty handed sadly. He chased that stranger for a while through the trees but because this part of the forest was so densely thick, it was easier for his prey to get away due to his agility and familiarity of his surroundings. Aamon was new to this place, just like all the other places before him. Plus, he was just too big for some of the turns the stranger was taking. Ashamed to admit, he did end up running into a few trees here and there. It didnât hurt too much given the fact that they wouldnât stop him in his tracks completely. They would just snap and bend until some broke under his weight, but did evidently slow him down. Too much that heâd lost track of the stalker.Â
Nevermind him; Aamon figured to leave it, thinking he chased them out far enough and decided to just return to his short term base. A rest was needed after todayâs chase. Both the boar and this stalker.Â
The creature paused for a moment. Another new, but faint, scent lingering in the air. One that was coming from the direction he was headed in. What now, he wondered. Quietly he approached the treeline he was in, looking out to where his half eaten meal was. Only to see that the boar wasnât the only body there. Another figure, small compared to him, sitting at the edge of the pond. Hm. By the looks of the tail and features, it wasnât human. Well, whoever or whatever it was, he wasnât in the mood to be challenged. He just wanted to relax and rest to move on again the following day.Â
Pushing caution aside, Aamon stepped out from the blanket of shadows the trees had made.Â
His crimson skin glowing from the sun highlighting every crease of muscle on his body, and every scratch and scar. Though his hair was dirty from the lack of a proper wash, when strands of it shifted with every step he took, and the sun hit it just right, it would shine and put even the whitest flower to shame.Â
As he neared the smaller figure it was clear that it heard him approaching. He watched it whip around and shrink further down into itself. Aamon searched for its eyes until he found its terrified look and locked his golden irises on them. Huh? Scared was it? When he came to be in front of it Aamon simply stared down at the little creature, contemplating what to do with it. Deciding to get a closer look he lowered himself, crouching down to try and match its height. Aamon leaned in close his eyes scanning the otherâs face and horns curious of what this creature was, and why he resembled demonic kin. He snorted and huffed causing a few hair strands of the little creature to move and sway as he tried to study his scent, unaware and oblivious to the otherâs personal space.
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The larger creature simply tipped his head, unsure of what kind of custom this was for the humans. Heâd seen it done a few times with Vlad often showing this type of action to his servants, but it never quite clicked in his head what it truly meant. A sign of affection perhaps? He guessed do to how sometimes Vlad would smile afterwards. A simple look that fascinated Aamon half the time with how beautiful it presented humans, or in his case, Vladimir. Â

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My demon oc and my friendâs oni oc. just being bois you know.
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The creature was getting tired, it was clear to see with how slow it was acting. Eyes narrowed as if trying to catch any words that might have been spoken. Finding none, instead, pale eyes followed the otherâs hand that pointed to a location in the forest. The bark from the trees torn which he assumed that he ran from something or from someone. His gaze then went back to the other before darting back to the darkness in said location.
As if to answer his questions, several figures appeared. Sensing their excitement to find their prey was found. Vladimir merely stood there when the creature fell into slumber. Tired from the battle but if the noble wasnât around, surely these soldiers would have easily gotten to it.Â
Ridding his calm and sweet nature, his eyes blazed with fury being interrupted. Forcing a smile back onto his lips as he sauntered to be between the large creature and the Noxian soldiers. A quick glance to see if the other wasnât truly dead as he listened closely to the steady beat of its heart.Â
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It had been some time where Aamon had felt his mind and thoughts be silent. It usually buzzed with questions about where he was and why he was here, but for now it was silent, peaceful even. Ah, how long has it been since heâs been able to get a good sleep? Two, maybe three days? Lately his travels had become a little more chaotic, so sleep was hard to come by, but now- hm, who knew sleep, or rather death, could be so peaceful. He was dead, right? He was alone. Not a soul around. Everything around him was dark. Oblivion, yes? But something felt off. His skin tingled at a soft touch. Who?
He shifted at the sensation then stirred.
With a tired groan he cracked an eye open, then the other. Though a nuisance, the blurred vision was still present, but this time it was retreating. Where was he? Before he could even get a grasp of his surroundings, he was quickly brought back to that familiar touch again. He shifted his focus to it, a small gasp reaching his ears as he turned to his arm.Â
Another human.
The younger man had quickly dropped the appendage he had been treating and scurried back, shocked and undoubtedly scared that the beast had woken up. From what heâd been told, he shouldâve been out for a while longer, but now the thing has awoken and he wasnât sure what kind of temper it had.
Just the mere sight and smell of the human was enough to snap Aamon back to reality. Everything came flooding back, and the beast was not going to stick around longer to find out the where, what, who, and why. He just wanted one thing, and that was to get out.Â
With a huff he tried pushing himself up, but felt a yank at his limbs, forcing him to stay low to the stone cold ground. The sound of chains rattled within his ears as he noticed braces cuffed around his hands and feet. The human could see how this uncomfortable situation could explode easily if this thing began to panic,
âP-please, you mustnât-â he gasped, covering his ears as a loud belting roar came from the chained demon. Not good. He needed to get Lord Vladimir, but he couldnât move! That roar not only shook the walls around them, but also shook him to his very soul. His body was stunned with fear no matter how hard he tried to move his legs. He could only watch as the beast pulled and yanked at the chains, breaking his bindings with such ease that made the servant realize that he was never really safe to begin with. That he couldâve been killed at any moment. His mouth hung open as his breaths became sporadic. The idea of being eaten by this thing was a whole other fear he didnât know he had. A nightmare that he couldnât wake up from. Those golden eyes burning into his very own.Â
With the chains broken, Aamon was able to fully stand now, towering over the trembling human who sat with his back firmly against a wall. The fire within him was growing, his eyes mirroring the flames as he stared down at the little man. Again, he breathed in, his large chest puffing up before he let out another deafening roar. If he in fact was captured, he knew he wasnât going to leave without a fight.