Horizons are Limited blog posts

These Blog Posts were written by a fellow Good Tails Doll wikia user that became an admin and that was in an old generation of the Master Souls, he wrote many blog posts and stories and helped out with growing the fandom.
However he unexpectedly vanished and never contacted me again because hes moved on and found a job at a pizza place case closed.
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June 23, 2016 by Horizons are Limited
How many months has it been...?
It's been long enough, so maybe we should start with a story, one before the other occurs. It's needed to understand much of what occured, so allow me to tell it to you. How I managed to die, and then be revived.
It was June of last year, and I was naive enough to believe everyone who joined my side was a decent person. I was never so wrong. Khristian, a "Pure Soul", had spoken to me. He acted scared, despite having four years more of life experience than I. He wanted me to join him. Naturally, I agreed, thinking it'd be easier. Of course, I was wrong. The answer why comes up later.
We had lead our first defeat of the tulpa that was created, and many rejoiced. I hadn't, meekly claiming that it was but a tulpa. All but James had torn me apart at the very notion of it. James defended me, and pulled me to the side. "Come with me," I remember him briskly whispering to me whilst I held back tears. "Come, and we will live alone, and without fools like those. We will kill them, for being so easily deceived."
Again, I agreed.
Two days after, it was November 8th. I was going to betray those who I saw as comrades for five months, and flee with someone who's face I had just memorized. Now it's been etched in my mind, how the scene played out. There were twenty against us, at least, Khristian leading the helm. We were ready, and attacked. However, while most fell, Khristian did not. He stabbed my comrade in the chest, and I retaliated. Taking advantage of the situation, and Khristian's inability to move due to the life threatening would I had dealt to him, I hoisted James up onto my shoulders and ran.
I don't remember much of the run, just finding a cave in a forest, and quietly hiding in there. I began to sob, over all my fallen comrades, that I had murdered with my own hand, and how my only friend left was going to perish in front of me. I leaned over to James, quietly whispering, "You're a vampire. Can't you drink blood of a human and be fine later?" He nodded weakly, but refused to consume any from me. He told me I was his friend, and that he doesn't do that to his friends.
I forced him onto my neck, after some time had passed and he blatantly refused to be saved. It was definitely an experience I remember as one of the most euphoric I've ever had. There are definitely other words I would use to describe it, but I will not say them. Not here. It was because he took too much, that I felt the way I did. Now our roles were reversed. I was going to die because of blood loss, and he had to choose.
He had to choose whether or not to make me give up my own humanity, or let me die in sacrifice to him. He let me live though. He exchanged some of his own blood with me, again I will not describle how. The experience, and emotions, were overwhelming. With his blood, we were now siblings, and rushes of emotions that he had repressed for thousands of years now came flooding in to me. As I quietly took it in, shaking quite badly, James put me back in reality.
"Rylee, I know you aren't meant to be here, which is why fate has done this to you."
I jerked my head up, not knowing what to say. James staggered up, and took a tired glance at me. "You're one of us, you're a dying species. I'm sorry for that, Rylee, if you hadn't met us, this wouldn't have happened," I tried to get up, but I was paralyzed by fatigue. James put his cloak around me, blackened wool, and I swear I heard his voice crack when he said this. "You shouldn't have been one of us in the first place."
I passed out shortly afterwards, and when I woke up, early noon had turned into dusky evening. I struggled up, pulling the cloak closer around me, trying to recall what had happened. Glancing into a puddle below, it hit me. My previously grey eyes were now predominantly red, with streaks of grey running through them. I gasped, stumbling back, as I quickly looked around. James was gone. And I wasn't even a human being anymore. Stifling a sob, I pushed myself off the wall, and strode outside of the cave, attempting to take in the surroundings.
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It had been months since I was able to speak to Tristan, and the rest. Though I was still prominitely interested in speaking with Tails, there didn't seem to be a time to speak. Admittedly, I was a bit dissapointed in this. My emotions felt muted. Everything seemed duller. I strode with the group, killing two demons with ease. I had walked up the second floor, and the television turned on.
The man we were looking for was there, through the static of it all. "I want you to keep fighting."
Fighting? Why? What did this do to benefit him? Doesn't he realize what he's doing? My anger reached a boiling point when the Tails Doll had appeared behind us. I quietly ran my fingers across my teeth, ignoring their sharpness. Before I could even attack it, the previous man had defeated it. 
It was a runaway Pure Soul. Steven. He declared that the puppeteer behind all of this was deep underground, so down we went. I was still hungry, and my stash wasn't satisfying my hunger. Hell, I even joked about taking my meal right then and there. Thank God I didn't follow through on it.
The demon was easily defeated, and I was hungry. I heard the word blood in relation to the demon, and I went for it. It was salty. Almost unbearingly salty. The moment I wanted to spit it out, it turned sweet, so I took my fill. Even though the words told to me were ones warning me about death through my internal organs being melted, I didn't mind. I didn't feel bad. Not at all. I wasn't hungry, and that's all that mattered to me.
I didn't care if I became a servant to it or dead. Vampires were ranked higher than demons could ever hope to be, and I found it amusing one of them could even hope to take me down. The blood converted my own. It took all of my reserved blood in my body, and then some of my own. It amounted to about five and a half pints of converted blood. I spat it out, annoyed that nothing really happened. It had only caused a stomach ache, which I was alright with. It didn't hurt. I just wanted to feel something that hurt, if that makes sense.
However. Maybe it is something to worry about.
== .....? ==
April 9, 2015 by Horizons are Limited
Tender, are my footsteps, as I slowly investigate the dreamworld I had been thrown into. It's odd that, as though the world looks as if it were underwater, I move just fine.  I silently reach for my sword, but find that all of my weapons have...disappeared. Cursing underneath my breath, I slowly smoothe out the shirt I am wearing, and tighten the scarf around my neck. I didn't question my current style of dress though, as I found I had a mild liking developing to it.
I came across a large, decrepit castle, and as I journeyed closer to it, the more I begun to get a taste of the aura emenating from the place. It was choking me, almost, and it was torture to keep on moving. Yet, something compelled me to keep moving forward. What it was, well, I'll tell soon.
As I meandered around, from the kitchen, to the great halls, the entire place seemed devoid of life. Furnishings, however, were strewn across the place as if a great battle had occured. I felt like I was starting to tread on ground that I was not supposed to, but I paid no heed to my gut. On, and on, I roamed throughout the halls, glancing about the rooms. 
One room, in particular, caught my eye. It had a white door, as apposed to the black ones I had seen. I opened it, and, to my surprise, it was an exact replica of the room I had when I was seven years old. The day the doll visited me. This was the only room organized in any fashion except...there was a tails plush on the bed. I silently backed away to the door, only to realize it was locked behind me. Drat.
It started to hover a bit, and then floated towards me. "My, my, it appears that you finally found this place. The dream world that I do so inhabit," it gave off a delicate air of pure hatred, masked by it's arrogance. I glared at it, but I knew there was no way out. "Why did you bring me here, doll?" I asked it, making sure to have some toxicity leak into my voice.
It twirled around a little, and I swear, if it had a mouth, it would have a smirk. "Why, dear, I'm only going to enslave you," it seemed to coo, but I knew it's intention was...otherwise. It would have already killed me by now, or at least attacked me. "Right, then why didn't you attack me yet? What's your real intention?" I heard something in the castle crash, and I whipped my head around on instinct.
That, was my own mistake.
It rushed me, and pinned me against the wall, a knife held to my neck. "It ends here, my dear..." it's gem glowed to the darkest red I've ever seen from it, as I felt the knife press into my neck, with blood starting to trickle onto the blade. Sure, tears were starting to form from both the pain, and from what I couldn't do. I was truly worthless in this world, and my mistake would be my own undoing.
That's when it happened. The world was a blur, and I assumed dumbly that my death was approaching fast. I heard the doll scream, almost in agony, and I looked up. There was this translucent green aura that had formed around me, and it seemed to prevent the doll from moving any closer. I slowly inched towards it, revealing that I now had a green lance on my back. I whipped it off and the doll fell to the floor, limp.
"I never would have guessed that this encounter would prove that you'd be the guardian, my dear."
== Ich weigere mich, hier fallen. ==
April 7, 2015 by Horizons are Limited
Perhaps I am losing my mind. It would make sense, seeing as the patterns towards it are there. I guess that's besides the point, isn't it? Well, this isn't as riveting as I'd hope it to be, but it's a vague summarization.
Is it odd, that I see a female fox in my dreams? Brown fur, red eyes, and always wearing a small smile? I cannot interact with her, as it seems that...I don't possess the means of it just yet. I feel like I need to do something, but what it is, it escapes my reach.
She is always doing the same thing, as she appears as a sort of commercial in between my blurred dreams. Compared to the other ones, this one felt genuinely...real. I'm not scared by the fact that seeing an anthropomorphised fox stylized similar to a young teenager in my dreams seems real, but I'm intrigued to find out who this fox is.
What purpose, if any, does she serve in my mental home?
== Test 2. ==
March 11, 2015 by Horizons are Limited
It was of no surprise to me that I was able to leave the house so quickly, after that doll had corrupted Sircha. With what, I would not strive to find out until I was far away from that place. I would have to come back later, though, to check what the other rooms had in store. Surely a room with just a grandfather clock that had ceased to function when it begun to annoy me meant something. Perhaps my realm of manipulation was growing to fit a different persona than what I had planned for.
With that said, I booked it to my house. I noted that it was past midnight, which was quite odd, as I ventured to the house at 9 pm, and should have only stayed for maybe half an hour. "More odd time anomalies...?" I muttered, now even more surprised as to when the clock had ceased to tick. I flicked at the pendant on my necklace nervously, now becoming a bit paranoid of my surroundings. Time itself had seemed to...malfunction around me. That, in of itself, was odd. Even considering what I used to think I was.
A heavy sigh left me, as I journeyed to my room. With a quiet squeak, I entered and shut the door. Not taking time to toss my weapons into the box nearby, I simply sat on my bed. It was odd that I was not yet tired, or that no one questioned my late entrance of the house.
"...guess luck is both against me and for me today, eh?" I questioned my room. Silence was the only answer, albeit my shelves in my bookcase collapsing again. Thankfully, it was only the bottom shelf, and on that was just a Sonic plushie and a Rosy the Rascal plushie I managed to get from someone cleaning out their garage. It was a damn good deal, now that I remember it.
With a sigh, I pushed myself off of the bed, and proceeded to fix the bookcase, not taking notice that the plushies were now behind me. When I couldn't find them, I turned around, and noticed another one amongst them. An altered Tails plushie. I quickly fished Ceres from my boot and held it at it's neck. "What do you want with me? Haven't you had enough fun with me yet?" I glared at the altered doll which, in response, disappeared and reappeared as it's true form. It sighed a bit.
"Ah, I only wished to have a bit of fun with you. You've gotten too serious over the six months you've been like this. Where's that cocky smile of yours, pray tell?" I glared at it, now floating sideways, defying gravity in a way that confused me yet again. I scoffed. "Cockiness gets you killed, y'know," I whirled Ceres around my fingers, trying to intimidate the best I could.
"Get outta my room."
I threw Ceres at it, and it transformed to Seres, pinning the doll against my bedroom wall. "Ya really wanna see what replaced my cockiness?" I smirked. Hopefully it'd take the bait. It fell limp after a second. "Oh, dear, I already know too well what's happened, and it'll make my job much more easier."
Before I could question it any further, it had disappeared from site, letting Seres clatter to the ground. I picked it up, flicking off a bit of fluff from it. I sighed and sat on the floor, transforming Seres back to Ceres, and shoved my weapons under the bed. The following months were sure to be interesting, to say the least.
== Test. ==
March 11, 2015 by Horizons are Limited
Tick. Tock.
A lone grandfather clock stands in the far right corner of the room. For whatever purpose it served in this room, other than to tell the time or for decoration, I did not know. For what purpose I was here, too, was unknown to me as well. "Odd," I spoke aloud, "that I am to be in a room of no purpose other than to tell the time."
"Ironic," my own voice echoed in the room, "that it is what I have dominance over, supposedly."
Silence followed afterward, and I smirked a bit, realizing the grandfather clock had stopped moving. "Time has stopped for me. Odd, how I never asked it to, but wanted it to. Now I am stuck in a room, to which I know not of it's purpose or worth. Is it a testament to who I am, or a mocking of me?" I proceeded to pace the room, now flicking the green orb on my necklace with my index finger.
A strange voice followed afterward, seeming to mock me. "Ah, yes. Surely you are ingenious to figure such a monumental feat on your own. Why, you are deserving of a medal!" a cruel laugh, both mocking and sarcastic, matched it's voice.
A lone fox doll, blood covering it's entire body, appeared on the grandfather clock. It was facing the ceiling, when it suddenly jerked to life. Now I knew who I was facing. "I suppose, that you were looking for something?" it's disembodied voice cooed, trying to give off a nonchalant attitude. I glared at it, reaching for the sheathe on my back. I tried to pull the contents from inside, but it was...empty.
I heard it's mocking laugh again. "Ah, yes! Your friend's sword! My, my, it has seen quite a lot of bloodshed...almost makes me wonder what the previous owner was like!" I heard venom seeping into it's voice now, even more so with the last sentence. 
"Give it back, you monster!" I yelled, being more emotionally driven than I wanted to. It seemed to contimplate the situation for a bit. "Hm, no. I'll make a few changes to it, alright, kid?" it disappeared, along with my black katana.
I sat in the middle of the room for a few minutes. All that time, my heart screamed for revenge against it, while my brain urged for me to run. The internal battle left me useless, and numb, staring off blankly at the space it had disappeared from.
"It's best not to sit in your enemy's lair with your guard down, kid."
I almost flipped backwards at the suddeness of the doll's voice. Panting a bit, I saw Sircha lying still on the floor. I glanced up at the doll, and if it could smile, I bet it would be smirking. "Lighten up kid. I made it to where this sword will mess with it's user's mental state more and more. So, keep an eye on it, all right? Oh, and, don't lose it too quickly like the previous owner."
I had no idea how lucky I was at the time, and I bolted right out of there, not wanting to press my luck any further. Then again, I'm already pressing my luck with Sircha.
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