Archive/Writing - Legend of the Wight Horn

>Wight Horns
>undead White Horns that passed without a husband
>they no longer feel hot when aroused
>all they feel is a cold void
>when they see a man fit to be their husband, they attack him viciously and sexually with their ghost claws just to feel warm again

>Wight horn
Poor girl can't generate heat anymore. The claws are nifty though

>If you climb them they freeze your body and take you away
>You become an undead incubu

It's like trying to hug an unmarried Ice Queen. Except for the undead incubus bit.

It would be quite a ride if all their hair took on the wight claws strength sapping properties

Makes sense with how she kills you. You climb on her and your strength starts leaving your body, the cold taking its place until you die. Next thing you know she is mounting you in her cabin

Getting your energy drained that way also fills you with pleasure according to the Wight's profile

>Be alone in a furious blizzard
>You can barely see anything around you
>But then you're able to make out a silhouette in the distance.
>When it's close enough you recognize it being a White Horn.
>"Finally some good news" you think to yourself. Maybe now you can-
>And then something hits you about her. She seems..off. Rather than a warm smile like you expect it's more like a cold piercing stare with nothing but deep emptiness inside her eyes. Like a thousand year stare
>Her skin is pale as pale can be too. Suddenly you're not so sure about her..
>"Y..you.." she mutters, barely audible amidst the howling winds
>Her mouth forms into a twisted smile. You instinctively take a step back out of fear.
>"You look...so warm." She continues but louder than earlier. Her smile and eyes widen even more. Ghostly claws form out of nowhere and seem to cover her normal hands. You think to escape somewhere but she picks up on that and runs towards you, easily outpacing you and hugging you.
>Any chance you had at escape was fruitless the second she had you in her embrace. It truly chills you to the core, rendering you immobile and shivering like crazy.
>"Don't worry..I'll take good care you." She giggles and mutters something else that you can't make out. She places you on her back which somehow is slightly colder than being hugged. With that she makes way back to her home with you in tow.
>anon blacks out from the cold
>wakes up in a cabin with the wight horn
>it’s rustic, yet cozy, if only the fireplace wasn’t filled with snow
>she’s still hugging him as close as can be
>she’s as still as if she was asleep, but her eyes are still open
>you struggle to get out of her grip but she just clamps tighter and you feel her sip some of your energy every time you do
>she also crys out “no” in a pitiful tone, like that of a child not wanting to let go of their blanket
>although it’s not altogether uncomfortable, you do want to know more about what the hell is going on
>”Excuse me, who are y”
>”shhhhh. just a little more.”
>”But, I need to”
>”shhhhh! i need this.”
>after a while she finally starts to talk but doesn’t let her grip go
>”you know, I used to love the cold. I thought I was used to it and it couldn’t hurt me. I was so warm, I didn’t feel it. But I never shared my warmth with anyone. In the end, my warmth ran out. That’s why i like you, you’re not cold. You’re warm. Please share your warmth me."

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Bonus:

[Image of a White Horn buried up to her shoulders in the snow outside the window of a house]

Let’s assume from this image that she’s about 6’. If the average rate of snowfall is about 2” per hour according to and there’s about 18” sticking out of the snow and she sinks in about .5” from her hooves. That would mean that, in order for her to be buried like that, she would have to have been standing in that spot for 26 hours and 45 minutes. Even if it was in a blizzard with 6 inches per hour, she would still have been standing there for almost 10 hours.

Someone get that poor reindeer inside. Even with her high body heat, she’s going to freeze to death. She’s going to need cocoa, a blanket and cuddles next to a fire or else we’ll have a Wight Horn on our hands.