The Dunes of the Apocalypse Pt. 4
Somethings happening in the toskal realm. The veil between reality and fantasy is getting thinner. All those legends, all those terrifying stories of ghosts and spirits and demons? Those aren’t just stories anymore. All the things that go bump in the night, those horrifying tales of headless creatures, ghosts, blood drinking witches. All of it is true and has now come to invade your homeland, and a great deal of them intend to make a meal out of you. How does your toskal react, and more, what does your toskal do to try and survive? The already dangerous world already became that much more treacherous. The legendaries and stories have come into the cannon world, and survival is optional.
IValkyrie wove in and out of the panicked crowd. When she and her brother, Max, burst through the chaos they were met with the grizzly sight of their uncle torn in two. She caught Toast in the corner of her eye running toward the corpse of Actaeon. "MOTHER!" This caused Valk's eyes to widen. M-Mother? Surely she misheard.
It was then that the tendrils shot out and ran the would be leader through. As they withdrew and the life left their sister's eyes, the twins felt their legs moving, fast, toward their falling sibling. Before they got far sand wrapped its way around their ankles and began pulling them down.
As the sand reached their waists Valkyrie's eyes met the source. Their own mother up on her perch. Eyes that had no consciousness to them. She was entirely unaware she was killing her family. It wasn't long before the sand consumed them. Valkyrie lost sight of her brother, she was alone.
She stretched her hand passed the surface as sand forced its way down her throat, it spilled from her nose as she coughed and choked, the sand continuing to shove its way into her body. She wailed as her lungs and stomach swelled, the pain was unbearable. She felt her flesh burst as her vision began to darken. Why would her own mother make her suffer so much? That last thought could haunt a soul for an eternity.