"Consume, Consume," Odhran, (Fear Gorta)
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faerie_wish13Title: Consume, Consume
Original
Author: Kat
Rating: Teen
Character(s): Odhran
Genre: Creepy
Warnings: None
Words: 253
Written for the prompt(s): Good Luck/Good Luck Charm
Beta: Unbeta'd
Summary: His mother had told him about the Fear Gorta.
A/N: Fear Gorta, a.k.a. The Hungry Man, The Man of Famine, is a fairy or spirit found in the folklore of Ireland. The Fear Gorta travels the land and knocks on doors and approaches people and asks for food and money. Those who freely give are rewarded with prosperity. Those who refuse to give or who abuse him are severely punished with poverty and famine. Additionally, the presence of the Fear Gorta is an omen of approaching famine.
He heard the dragging. Odhran expected to be alone on the road. Dusk was starting to settle in. He turned slowly, scanning the fields around him for the source of the noise. On the road behind him, a dark figure lurched into view. Odhran knew not to run. Running just meant something was going to chase you. As it got closer, he could see it was a man, or had been at one point. It's body was tall and thin, swimming in shredded rags that hung off its body. He couldn't see its eyes more than blacken hallows in its gaunt face. It's cheeks were sunken till its jaw and cheekbones were sharp points. The thing's body swayed as it walked forward, one lurching step at a time. Odhran stepped beside a tree at the edge of the road to let it pass. It saw him anyway. Stopping in from of him, it outstretched its bony hand. Odhran did not flinch as its tight stretched lips parted to reveal rotting, broken teeth and to let its rasping voice hiss out a plea for charity. Without hesitation, Odhran gave it his last two coins and a chunk of bread he'd been hoarding in his pocket. His mother had told him about the Fear Gorta. Those who give freely were rewarded with prosperity. Those who didn't were punished. The Fear Gorta shuffled on in the direction of the village. Odhran knew he was going to need all the luck he could get. Famine was coming.
Original
Author: Kat
Rating: Teen
Character(s): Odhran
Genre: Creepy
Warnings: None
Words: 253
Written for the prompt(s): Good Luck/Good Luck Charm
Beta: Unbeta'd
Summary: His mother had told him about the Fear Gorta.
A/N: Fear Gorta, a.k.a. The Hungry Man, The Man of Famine, is a fairy or spirit found in the folklore of Ireland. The Fear Gorta travels the land and knocks on doors and approaches people and asks for food and money. Those who freely give are rewarded with prosperity. Those who refuse to give or who abuse him are severely punished with poverty and famine. Additionally, the presence of the Fear Gorta is an omen of approaching famine.
He heard the dragging. Odhran expected to be alone on the road. Dusk was starting to settle in. He turned slowly, scanning the fields around him for the source of the noise. On the road behind him, a dark figure lurched into view. Odhran knew not to run. Running just meant something was going to chase you. As it got closer, he could see it was a man, or had been at one point. It's body was tall and thin, swimming in shredded rags that hung off its body. He couldn't see its eyes more than blacken hallows in its gaunt face. It's cheeks were sunken till its jaw and cheekbones were sharp points. The thing's body swayed as it walked forward, one lurching step at a time. Odhran stepped beside a tree at the edge of the road to let it pass. It saw him anyway. Stopping in from of him, it outstretched its bony hand. Odhran did not flinch as its tight stretched lips parted to reveal rotting, broken teeth and to let its rasping voice hiss out a plea for charity. Without hesitation, Odhran gave it his last two coins and a chunk of bread he'd been hoarding in his pocket. His mother had told him about the Fear Gorta. Those who give freely were rewarded with prosperity. Those who didn't were punished. The Fear Gorta shuffled on in the direction of the village. Odhran knew he was going to need all the luck he could get. Famine was coming.
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