Dear Ikko, Day 75
I can't believe it! I heard them again, two nights ago. It's those three voices; I know they're following me! The one I heard the most often was that young, almost raspy voice. Whoever he is, he is the one that scares me the most. Whenever he started talking in that other language, I could feel him coming closer. As his voice grew louder, I began to feel this pain. It was this throbbing in my chest, like a heartbeat on drugs. It felt as if he were reaching into my soul and attacking me from the inside.
Then, as all three voices began to crowd my mind, a searing pain ripped though my body, targeting my ears and tail. It was definitely the worst pain I have ever experienced. It's going to be a hard thing to forget.
I could feel the blood dripping from my ears down my jaw-line. It seemed that these voices were tearing me apart. I tried to take on my wolf form, but something was stopping me. I jerked my headband off and cupped my hands around my ears. Soon, curses and cries for help began to escape me. It was then that I realized…I was speaking in wolf tongue. The language itself was being pulled out of me.
I began clawing at the ground with blood-covered hands. My body had gone rigid and my muscles were trembling uncontrollably as if I had just taken a brutal lashing.
Suddenly, I stopped moving. I took in a long, exhausted breath and listened for a moment. They were gone. The voices were gone. My pain had stopped. I looked down at the ground below me, the grass thickly bloodstained. It was almost sickening.
It's strange though, there seems to be a pattern in their attack manor. Each encounter I have with them is more and more painful, but they all take place in the same sort of areas—dark, secluded places. Maybe I should find better places to sleep. Or maybe I should travel during the nighttime and sleep during the day. One can only imagine how hard that would be now. I'll just have to keep my eyes and ears open, never letting my guard down as I soon cross into the Land of Fire.
-Ippiki Ookami