Every civilization has its legends, its myths, folklore and the like. And everyone has a fear. But what does everyone fear the most? What numbs the mind and gnaws at the heart? Things we can not see, nor understand. What does every civilization have in common? The Black Dog. Yes, some choose to fear it, others dismiss it, but everyone has heard it before. And many names are given to the apparitions: Black Shuck of East Anglia, Moddey Dhoo of the Isle of Man, Gwyllgi of Wales, and so on. But what do all these suspicious ghouls ultimately have in common? They are all hellhounds, black hounds, ghosts of years past. What are these common folklores? A single specter with a single name. Pelts as black as the night, burning hot green coals for eyes, and claws large enough to cleave a herd of cattle in half. Even those who announce they are not afraid, deep within, they are terrified. Oh but how wrong they are. How terribly mistaken they are. The sector we all fear, is more than we expect. Ten times worse than anything we could ever imagine. Its angry with us. Its rancor is unfathomable. It is no myth my friends, make no mistake.
Are you ready for this?

W i t h i n |Rancor

;Description: Typical traits for a Maned wolf is what is so easily identified in Cora. She has thick, shaggy black fur, that becomes mangled and messy around her chest. Her legs are very long and supple, excellent for running. Her tail is short, stumpy and somewhat of an excuse for an actual tail. Her ears are tall and curved, her torso thin and lithe. Her eyes are all green, including the whites. They are luminescent, and unmistakable.

;Name: Rancored Antoinette ;Called: Ran, Cora ;Gender: Female ;DOB: 1850 ;DOD: 1872 ;Species: Maned Wolf/Lynx ;Painted: Skunk ;Traits: Impolite ;Gift: Demons, fire

;Partner: None ;Desire: None ;Offspring: None ;Mother: Forgotten ;Father: Deceased ;Siblings: Unknown ;Pack: Loner ;Confidant: None ;Trade: Reaper - Leech

Part I. Destiny It all began on a hot summer day. The streets were bustling, vendors shouting, announcing their wares. So hot, one could barely stand it. Most were driven outside however, for it was even pre hot inside than out. Antoinette, a daughter to a very wealth man, and sole heir to his substantial fortune, was among those who wandered into the gritty streets. Her parents strictly forbid it, the smelly, dirty streets, but being a very strong willed woman, she did it anyways. The city wasn't like anything she'd ever seen before, and whilst wandering the rat infested cobblestone, she met a man. Phillip was his name, and she was quite taken with his poetic words and talk of affection. There meeting was accidental, destiny if you will. She had her head in the clouds, musing the thought of this new found adventure. He was wrestling his hat from a dog that seemed so intent on taking it. The two collided, and it was then that she knew, he was hers and she was his.

Part II. Misconceived That summer, Antoinette wed her beloved Phillip, and she was confidant nothing would make her any more happy. Despite her father and mothers persistent words, she moved away with her new love, and into a chateau not far from the city where they met. After a few weeks, Phillip became emerged in his new found wealth, and Antoinette felt a terrible sense of neglect but went on just the same. After a month, he never ate dinner with her. After two, he was home only two days out of the week. After three, he forgot her name.

Part III. Derelict Phillip became immensely greedy, scooping up money wherever he could, even selling some of Antoinette's precious heirlooms. Despite her many pleas for his attention, Phillip was diseased with the greed that overtakes so many. A distraught Antoinette moved on nonetheless, unable to tell her parents, and unable to leave her husband, that she still loved as she always had. Her heart was a chasm, left to be infested with sorrow and discontent, emotions she herself had never experienced, and was shocked to obtain.
Soon, Phillip fell into gambling, and lost all of Antoinette's inheritance, and their home. Forced to the end of her wits, Antoinette spoke calmly to him, and as always, it ended in a furious fight. Phillip left. He left and she followed quickly as she could.

Part IIII. The Cliffs It as raining, furious thunder boomed in the clouds, the cackle of lightening spilling into the obsidian skies above. The moon was full that night, casting a slivery shadow on the lands. Antoinette followed him up the foothills, behind their home, struggling not to slip in the mud. Her hair sticking to her face, her lips,. She watched his figure disappear over a bluff, and followed a path to a large cliff. His figure stood above the cliff, the waves thrashing below, jagged rocks peaking from the salty depths as markers. Her stomach wrenched, her heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward, and leapt from the cliff. Springing forward, she reached out to grab him, but only gripped the strange necklace he always wore. The string snapped off, and she stumbled forward, bracing a tree. She cried out, screaming that he live and she die. That she take his place and he live. The man she loved live.

Part V. The Deal Cast into a darkness, Antoinette slipped from reality, from the earth she knew, into abyss. Confused, frightened, she reached out, unable to grasp anything. "Hello there Antoinette." She froze, trembling, that voice seemed familiar, seemed oh so familiar. Like the crackling of flamesMy name is Lucifer" She could feel her heart racing, her hairs prickle at this voice. And she knew then who exactly this was. She felt the tears swell in her eyes, her stomach flip onto its side. "You made a deal with me," he began casually, Antoinette searching for a figure, a man, anything. But all she heard was his dreaded voice. "I saved Phillip, now its your turn." Antoinette clenched her fists, hugging her stomach tightly. "I really did like Phillip. He had such an exemplary heart. Dark, selfish."
NO!" She screamed, wrenching her hands onto her ears. "No! No!" Tears ran down her face, dripping from her chin into the endless abyss.
Oh yes Antoinette, you gave me your soul. And for what? Him?" She couldn't lock his voice out, it was in her head, echoing, cackling. "Now you will serve me Antoinette, and serve me well."
No! Never!"
You haven't the option. You made the deal, I did my part, now your doing yours." Her crying thickened, and now she wailed, cursing all of man, cursing her lover whom she saved, cursing everyone she met or knew. "I feel your rancor child, you are full of this sweet emotion. Rancored."

Part VI. Rancored You will walk this earth over, and reap what I have sown. The wretched souls of earth, and bring them here to me. Guard them, guide them to me. No mortal can be in your way, for I have endowed you with powers much to strong for their comprehension. You are a leech of the earth now. Drink to live. Drink their blood. Drink their life. Guide. Guard. Drink. Hate. Rancor."
And she did. With a new body to match. With as much hate and rage as she could. Beyond our comprehension. She wanders the earth. Every apparition that resembles a large hound, is Rancored. So, when the fog rolls in, and the air is thin, and no sound can be heard, watch for it. She walks among the earth, guiding those souls to her master. But don't stay long friend, she just may decide you will be her next meal.

Leeching is something people often mistake for Vampirism - though it is close, it is not the same. Yes, a Leech drinks the blood of their victims, but this isn't every single day - because Leeches only need to be filled once a week. They have no reaction to garlic, thrive fine in sunlight, can see themselves fine in mirrors, and certainly do not turn into bats. Leeches are chosen, and very rarely are they. When they are, its for all eternity, and they are much, much worse than generic vampires. There is no way to derail them once they slip into their animalistic craving. Though rumor has it some react lethargically to high pitched noise.

T E H Y M | I suppose he isn't all bad, though he really is annoying. He complains all the time about this curse he has, which I find isn't a curse at all, but a beautiful gift from my master. Twit. I was the guide for his passed family, and took quite a lot of enjoyment out of telling him this. The look on his face was priceless. Alright. He's alright. I feel no compassion for such an ungrateful soul however. I can't wait to lead him to the other side. Though, from my standpoint, that will be an eternity from now.

S Y M M | She aggravates me. I have no idea how someone could be so cheerful, especially when there is so much work to be done. In her line of work too. She is responsible for all the sounds of earth, every last one, even my voice, though I don't really care at all. She can't talk, so she speaks in ones mind. I hate it really. She's okay, considering she'll never die, which means one less soul to reap.

April 20th I'm beginning to think this logbook is starting to become some sort of journal. Thats not a very good thing, though I feel most odd when I write in it. Oh well, I suppose it can't be helped. As for the souls on which I successfully guided, the list is rather short, in fact increasingly short. Does this mean the world has less evil?

April 10th Well, the souls are lessening, though I'm thoroughly confident the world is as evil as possible. I like it that way. The master stays happy, which means less pain on my part. I had the oddest memory this morning. One about this necklace...

Want your own Hellhound? Transparent too. -creepy music- Ooohhahhagag. Omg chya! So, step right up and claim yours! Be quick about it too, after twenty, they're retiring. I know, I know, these are my best yet, but they are stinking hard to make dude. Alright, I made two separate kinds, why? I was thinking about those people with lovable characters, who really didn't want to see those characters dripping with blood. Ya. So. Yup. I know, I know, I care about you guys! xDD

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