“Over time, I became a bit more bold in my following, it became clear when perhaps my intervention was preferable to the other outcome the Creature would allow me to step in. Talking down those who would pursue her like any other beast. Likely saving the lives of many foolish a man who’d try to draw steel.

At first, I felt that perhaps these were my own urges, my own decisions I made, but when the creature.. rests.. if we can call it that.. my mind becomes muddled.. with thoughts I suddenly recall that appear to be my own from these past interactions but they seem as if they were there and all along and I can remember feeling them in the moment.. fear, relief, tension. In the moment I felt nothing, as if I was an animated puppet. It has to be the Creature holding some sort of influence over me, it has clearly shown very direct control.. but this is different. Dulling my senses into compliance..
I can’t allow this. I am my own master. I have enough documentation to move on, I will not be made an accessory to the creature’s nature.
I’ve made the decision that I must leave for good and begin the journey home.

The Creature chose an abandoned home to rest in. It always seems to know when a home is empty, it entered slowly and found the darkest corner to slink into. It sat with its eyes open facing the room.

I let it sit an hour or so before I stood to take my leave, I approached the door slowly and set my hand on the knob.
I took one look back at the creature. Its red Pupils gave a soft glow in the darkness. I looked back to the door.

I could not turn the knob.”

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