Nar Yakushi

Male. Lives in 1012, Haybale Street, Ponyville, Equestria. 27 years old

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Man can't leave his sona dead. The character.

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Nar Yakushi

November 12, 2025 8:10 am RP

//CONTENT WARNING: Mild body horror "Hello? Is someone there?" "Please, I'm lost."... View More//CONTENT WARNING: Mild body horror "Hello? Is someone there?" "Please, I'm lost." "Be home before dark, okay?" "We learned about King Solaris today!" A blood curdling scream causes Nar to nearly give himself whiplash turning his head to look for the source. Yet, no matter how hard he looks, he cannot find a source. Nar's breath becomes rapid, and rugged as his body goes on alert. He looks for the nearest piece of cover, managing to make his way over, and hide behind it. Sat behind his cover, Nar listens for any more noises, and begins to formulate a plan. Wait. How long has he been in the AHS? A quick check of his phone shows that he's only been in for a day. Longer than he'd meant to, but not long enough for Astral Deficiency Syndrome to set in. Then, he begins to recall his experience in the AHS in this particular trip so far. He's heard voices a few times, once saw a door that likely wasn't actually there, and at one point, he ate something. What was it though? He can't quite remember. Actually, now that he's thinking about it, it's starting to really bug him. What did he eat? He doesn't remember taking anything out of his pack. So what was it? How did he get it, and why did he eat it? Something isn't right. All the signs are pointing towards ADS, even if it's too early for it to be setting in. 'I need to leave. ASAP.' Nar's thoughts then turn to retracing his steps to figure out where he is, and how to get back out. Everything is so hazy when he tries to recall. If he tries to retrace his steps, he might end up going deeper into the AHS. Best to scrap that plan, and just look for doors to higher layers until he makes it out. Beginning to stand from his cover, Nar feels a sudden churning in his stomach. A second later, he crumples forwards, doubled over as an unbearable pain erupts in his stomach. It feels as though something with serrated claws is trying to tear it's way out of his stomach. He manages a croak of pain, slamming one fist into the ground to keep himself upright. He lifts his other fist, and with sheer force of will, slams it directly into his gut. Something squeals from within. The pain is so great that Nar completely freezes for a few moments. With what little strength he can muster, he slams his fist into his stomach again, causing pain to erupt all across his torso. Then, it rips up into his throat, and suddenly, he can't breathe. Nar's body begins to work on it's own to prevent him from suffocating. He begins to gag, and hack dryly towards the ground. The pain slowly begins to travel it's way up his throat, but he can feel it fighting to go back down. Closing his eyes, Nar visualizes a lump in his throat. His horn begins to glow as he grabs hold of what he sees in his mind with his magic. Then, with an agonizing wretch, Nar pulls as hard as he can. Something screeches as it exits out of his mouth, quickly followed by bile, and spit. Despite the immense pain rippling across his body, Nar forces himself to stand, and opens his eyes. He can't begin to describe the thing on the ground in front of him. Without a second thought, Nar draws the battleaxe from his satchel, and brings it down upon the creature. It screeches once more, strange, slimy tendrils flailing in a futile attempt to save itself. A hoarse roar escapes Nar's throat, sending the searing pain of bile with it. He brings the axe down again, and again, and again until the creature stops moving entirely. No time to waste after that. Nar holds his axe with one hand, reaching into his satchel to grab a bottle of water with the other. With shaky steps, he begins to approach the nearest light colored door. He rips open the cap of the water bottle with his magic, then proceeds to gargle, and spit out the contents to clear his mouth, and throat of bile. Afterwards, he drinks the remaining water, and stuffs it back into his satchel. Now, to get out of here before his body gives out on him. #rp

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