Monster's Curse

“I am no idiot. I can see the clues around me. Let me guess, you want to see if I am strong enough to be a great ghoul or something else stupid like that. I will not come into your domain, but as you can clearly see me and interact with mine, then why don’t you come out here?”

The house creaked in response to his shouts, but nothing more. He glanced back at the door and reached back to touch it. His hand grazed the cold metal before being unable to move. “What do you think I am mortal?”

Tame tried to pull his hand away while the answer was ripped from him within him. The voice sounded sad for a moment as it spoke, “A necromancer? Oh how I wish. As well, I wish you had proven smart and understanding, instead of arrogant and obnoxious. Now goodbye.” The last word was but a whisper, but it still sent the beast’s power forward to him.

Tame continued to try to pull his hoof away, but the frost on the door quickly started to climb up his arm. The world got colder and colder and colder, but Tame couldn’t figure out why. It was too late when the numbing pain forced him to look and see his the damage the creature’s magic was doing upon him. Soon the stallion was no longer a stallion. Merely an icicle that soon shattered into frozen dust.