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Ygin

Ygin
The Unknown, Madness, Fear, Night

❧ Played by Nishi

Appearance: It is impossible to get a clear picture of Ygin all at once. It has feminine hands, but a clenched, lantern jaw. You might see the line of a cloak, hunched and stooped, but you might also see flowing, black hair. It has a long, lizagon-like tail, and the presence of it is most often the only consistent sign it is openly in the area.
The voice is a low, genderless whisper, directly in the person’s right or left ear, inaudible to anyone else. You might sometimes hear feathers, or the rasp of scales, gurgles or scrapes. The smell is dry and papery, or wet and fetid.
Whenever Ygin is around, people will feel a tight feeling between their shoulder blades, as if something is watching them.
Characteristics: Childlike, insatiably curious, sadistic, inquisitive, ponderous, demanding, fickle, irrational and sometimes outright gibberingly insane.

Likes: Courage, terror, chimeras, were creatures, shape shifters who lose control by nature, self-awareness, emotional vulnerability, hallucination-prone people, scrying or dreaming powers, phobias, playing mind games

Dislikes: Bravado, rhetoric, scholarly learning, order, science, machinery, unflappable people, people without curiosity, obtuse people, bright lights, restrictions.

Shrine: The shrine presents itself as a dark opening in the wall. It’s large enough to walk into, but you cannot see, hear or sense anything inside.

Ritual: Getting its attention can be as simple as putting a hand in the opening, but walking entirely in is guaranteed to get an answer and quite a bit more favor.

❧ Will Take

❧ Will Give

Nightmares
Fear
Insomnia
Confessions of dangerous/shameful secrets
Maps of uncleared areas
Accounts of previously unknown animals (it doesn't have to be real as long as the character is convinced it is)
Spider silk
Porcumonkey quills
Alcohol
Spirit draining powder
Furbies (successfully caged)
Pieces of your sanity (temporarily or permanently)
A single sense (temporarily or permanently)
Destruction of lights in the dorm areas

Restoration of a single sense
Mirrors
Hand lanterns
Incense
Scented candles
Candy (Hallucinogens)
Curse removal or status effect removal
Obscuring cloaks, cowls or form/gender/identity hiding clothes
Soft-soled shoes
Mental healing I - Can give two talismans, one will restore sanity: soothe, comfort and calm. The other will sap sanity from someone else in any way the player chooses. The second talisman can be shared between multiple people in order to keep the cost low.
Mental healing II - Can devour your insanity. It's delicious.
Information on flora and fauna in explored areas
Understanding of the world (Hallucinations)

❧ Exchange Rate

Items to Units
Worth	Offering
1 Unit	Fear (a shock or start) Confession of a phobia Accounts of new animals/plants Spidersilk (per handful)
2 Units	Fear (challenging a phobia) Confession of a shameful secret Small map of an uncleared area Alcohol
3 Units	Fear (Panic attack or fight or flight terror) Insomnia Vivid nightmares Spirit draining powder Destruction of lights in the dorm area
5 Units	Fear (Paralyzing or phobia CAUSING terror) A piece of your sanity One of your senses
Units to Items
Cost	Reward
1 Unit	A small hand lantern Scented candles/Incense Candy (hallucinogenic)
2 Units	Hand or vanity mirrors Gender/form obscuring clothing Soft soled shoes Information on animals/plants in explored areas
3 Units	Curse or status effect removal Full length or wall mirrors Understanding of the world~
5 Units	Mental Health (either method) Restoration of one sense

❧ The Were

Stage 1

Stage 2

Stage 3

Expectations and Powers of the Were

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[The tendrils solidify, molding into a heavy black shape. The tentacles pull the offerings into the darkness.]

admire?

Mm, I should think so.

enter

step

in

[ nods and step- ]

[ no wait grabbing Chrys and planting an unceremonious smooch on his mouth ]

Well, don't wait up, I think!

[ and hops into the dark ]

[The dark swallows her.

... And goes flat and hard in her wake.]

[ --fskdl offguard

....puts a human hand to the wall of dark, palm against it ]

[The dark presses back around it, stretching tendrils between your fingers. They stretch and curl, holding your hand like a lover would..]

[ --flinches and jerks it away ]

....

[It smooths again.]

[ fine. fine.

he'll just wait there for the next five minutes. ]

[Inside the darkness is warm, sliding over her skin watery threads. The smell in the air is sharp, the vague tang of poison. Something moves, slurping in the gooey thick carpet of something she walks through.]

why

why lead

then leave

him

why

Aah- He and I, we walk together, but this is no place for him. He likes... orderly things. Mm, pieces that fit together smoothly, ticking things and numbered things, you know? He even swears by the light. This is... intimate, isn't it? Between the three of us.

But forgive me, had it wished for him?

Edited 2012-08-24 01:21 (UTC)

curious

curious

not need

not

the known

[Something presses between you shoulder blades and slides up your back, warm and dry.]

hold out

receive

hands

[ fwrrggh! '-'!! n-not terrible so far. holds out her hands ]

[You feel the enormous heart of the matronly beast settle into your hands.

It flutters a moment, rhythm disturbed... and settles into a quicker, fluttering pace.. the one you can hear in your own ears.]

make yours

take in

eat

[ she sort of expected that, given the heart's state. oddly, there's nothing about the flesh or the size she finds intimidating. Fires Above, it's probably not the first time she's eaten a heart for wacky god times. if its a god's will, certainly she must be capable.

Still, it's unnerving to say the least, to realize what rhythm, exactly, it is falling into. her own heart lurches when she realizes it, the one in her hands speeding up in turn. ]

A-aaah. [ she nods, swallows ] Mine...

[ she breathes slowly for a few moment, bringing her parted lips to the heart carefully ]

Edited 2012-08-24 02:16 (UTC)

[You can't see it, but the aroma fills your nose. Deep, primal, the tang of blood, and something wilder. There's something there, in the quiver of the muscle throbbing on your hands, that seems to echo through your bones, bringing her roar bubbling up through the back of your mind.]

[ she inhales sharply, and then there is no hesitation at all in the first bite ]

[The first bite is very much everything it should be. Your teeth have to really work to make progress through the stringy, well worked muscle. It spasms at the first bite, and you feel your own give a shuddering thump in response.

It's just that the aftertaste rising up through your mouth is unreasonably delicious, exploring a range of flavors to simple meat you'd never considered possible until now.]

[ there's the thought, distantly (as there so often is in such circumstances) "this is the god's working." but it's far too late for trivialities like that. she licks at her mouth, only really accomplishing spreading the blood on her face around a bit. ]

Haaah, mine, is it?

[ and again she bites delicately into it ]

yours

yours

[It shudders again in your mouth, your heart convulsing in sympathy. This time, however, what flows over your tongue is gut wrenchingly delicious. The heady, heavy flavors of fresh, raw meat. The thick, rich taste of blood.

You can't really help it, eating further, past the mad, panicked race of your own heart, the indulgence of gorging filling your stomach and veins with an ancient power. You feel something, older, something deeper flood through you, through veins and capillaries, through roots and cells.

It bursts through you, roaring in your ears, drowning out the taste, the shuddering heart. Drowning out the fact it just stilled, an empty feeling in your chest. No, it pushed through, like a sprout shoving its way through the soil, desperately seeking light.

You unfurl. Some part of your mind slides backwards, watching from a distance as your nerves light on fire and play concertos of pain through the electrical impulses. It settles back, somewhere deep, somewhere still. Listens to her stretch her wings as they rip from your back. Watches her flex the great claws that slid out of your hardening fingers. Your skin prickle, itch and harden, your womb clench and twist as it reforms itself.

It's almost too much, pushing back even into that safe pl-

And it's done.

You find yourself back in your own body, as it was. Pressed to your lips is something cool and metal, a chain dangling between your bloody fingers. You are left with a hoarse throat and a dull ache everywhere...

And a feeling that you are not alone.]

welcome

new

anew

mine

[A hand, slick and scaley touches her hair, ghosting gently over the surface of it without much weight.]

[ she groans. there's a strange, fleeting disassociation- what is this weak noise she's making? who's tiny, useless hands are those? they aren't even claws. but even that passes before she can process it. her eyes close again for the moment as she feels out whatever she's holding ]

[The metal is warm, thrumming to the same tempo as your heart. Your figures trace patterns across its surface, possibly, if you're keen, picking out wings, or claws.]

good

good

you are sewn

Mm, that was-

...unexpected, a bit.

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