
Hunting Horror
Aerial Servitors of Nyarlathotep
Ribbon-like fliers of black rubber and howling wind, sent by Nyarlathotep to harry those who learn too much or flee too slowly, remembered in the screams of nightmare and in the skies above forbidden expeditions.
Something black in the sky, something that writhed and howled and beat its wings against the stars.
Witch House testimony; fragmentary
Overview
Nyarlathotep has many messengers. The hunting horrors are among the least subtle: great black shapes, elongated and half-ribbon, half-serpent, that ride the wind between worlds and descend upon scholars, witches, and dreamers who have touched truths reserved for the Outer Gods. They are not the Byakhee, though both serve masters of the mythos; they are not nightgaunts, though both snatch from the air. They are the Crawling Chaos's hounds, and their chase ends only when the prey is dead or mad or delivered to whatever court Nyarlathotep currently favours.
The archive assigns hunting horror activity to every case in which a researcher disappeared after studying non-Euclidean mathematics, after contact with the Witch House legacy, or after public denial of powers that answered the denial.
Description
Witnesses describe a living strip of night, rubbery, banded with membranes that may be wings or may be something worse, howling with a voice that is partly wind and partly human scream. The head, if it can be called a head, is a knot of tentacles or feelers that taste the air for fear. They move faster than aircraft of the 1930s and may traverse the thin boundary above the atmosphere, for Gilman's final moments saw shapes that belonged to no zoology of Earth.
They do not land often. When they do, they leave scorch marks and a smell of ozone and old blood. They can squeeze through angles in space when the mathematics allows, making them cousins in method, if not in origin, to the hounds of Tindalos, though the archive warns against collapsing distinct threats into one comfortable category.
Historical Record
Walter Gilman of Miskatonic, lodging in the Witch House on Arkham's High Street, saw the hunting horrors in waking and sleeping alike as his studies of interstellar travel and of Keziah Mason's legacy deepened. The house is demolished now; the equations remain. Other students have followed Gilman into obsession, and the sky above the University has been reported black and writhing on nights of certain alignments.
Nyarlathotep's cults invoke the horrors deliberately in some rites, calling them to winnow the faithful from the unworthy. The archive has recovered African and Asian accounts of 'sky serpents' that predate modern mythos collation, suggesting the horrors are older than Gilman's tragedy and younger than the stars.
Archive Notes
Personnel studying non-Euclidean mathematics must work in grounded rooms with rounded vaulting and must not study alone after midnight. Witch House materials remain sealed. If a black ribbon is seen against the moon, cease all outdoor movement and extinguish lights; the horrors are drawn to witness fear. Cross-reference with Nyarlathotep and Haunter files. Survival is possible but has never been documented without loss of sanity or of years.
Citation: Miskatonic Expedition Archive. Record CR-023. Access subject to institutional review.
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Cross-References

OG-003
activeNyarlathotep
The Crawling Chaos
A protean messenger who walks among humanity in countless guises, sowing madness and progress alike, the one Outer God who seems to enjoy our suffering.

STY-105
activeThe Haunter of the Dark
Federal Hill - 1935
Robert Blake opens the Shining Trapezohedron in a star-windowed church and summons the winged haunter that hates light - the Providence incident linking Nyarlathotep's cults to Hastur's shadow.

CON-003
activeMadness
Cognitive Collapse
The frequent terminus of contact with the mythos - not always dysfunction, but sometimes expanded perception mortals cannot sustain, and sometimes the only sane response to an insane cosmos.

CON-002
activeForbidden Knowledge
Epistemic Hazard
Information whose acquisition damages the seeker - truths the mind evolved specifically not to accommodate, and that no degree of education prepares one to survive.

LOC-002
activeArkham
City on the Miskatonic
An aging Massachusetts town of gambrel roofs and winding streets, home to the university and countless quiet horrors, the kind that do not shriek in the night but wait in attics for generations to pass.
