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the abyss has teeth now - Chemdog - 01-21-2021 The cold of Leilan’s frozen isle starts to get to him. In the darkness he picks his way to his favorite spot, the River, more specifically somewhere under the big tree or the soft moss on the water’s edge. Spring’s grip struggles in the crumbling lightless world that Beqanna has become, but it’s still much warmer than the snowy arctic world he just came from. His travel south is not without incident, in fact, it’s treacherous as fuck, really. He can hear the occasional screams of someone being taken by surprise and gobbled up (he assumes gobbled, from the sounds), and this keeps him alert. It doesn’t help. He still doesn’t see it coming. He stops to listen – everything becomes so still that it seems eerily so. Too quiet. His ears try to pick up sound, his eyes try to find something to recognize besides abysmal black, his smell finding nothing on the air that he can put a name to. Everything is strange, and very wrong. A slither across the ground off to his left is rapidly followed by a snap on his shoulder, he can feel fangs emptying poison into his muscle before he manages to rip away. “Fuck!” he screams out, for himself, for someone to hear. He scrambles away, rearing at whatever it is that’s attacking him, striking the ground with his front hooves and not feeling anything tangible except bare ground. He summons something, or tries to, and what comes through his first frantic try is something like a headless bunny. “Yee, ghck, no!” he shivers, sending the thing away and trying to bring another forward. This time is an enormous stag, starting as glowing white smoke and then somewhat forming into solid body. It’s antlers long thick, their points honed, and start in on where the suspected attacker lurks. Another soul comes, a rough looking zombified wolf that seems of hardly any help except bait. He cannot see what he’s fighting, but whatever it is, it’s huge and scaly, and has a mouth full of razor teeth and two enormous fangs – all of which ripped through his shoulder. A fang and a few teeth still embedded in his torn flesh. He manages to kill it, he and his modest horde – the wolf, missing an ear, ribs exposed and half a muzzle left and a stag who Chem was actually pretty proud of. He’s not very good with his new power and a lot of time he summons some pretty rough looking pals. Healing sure would come in handy right now. A rather insulting thought. If it were not for his soul summoning, he would be dead. Without his healing it only means he will suffer longer. Unless something swallows him into oblivion or chops his head off, he will bend and break only to crack back into place and eventually heal. Dark magic like this will not heal easily – who knows, maybe it will have the ability to sicken him to death slowly. Perhaps when hell rises and grabs ahold of the world even immortality will not save you. He limps on to the River, which eventually turns into a drag. The cold water stings his open cuts as he tries to wash, squinting at the bleeding wound as his vision starts to blue. “No.” he grunts, protesting what he knows – he was poisoned. He falls forward into the river, unconscious with his head on a mossy stone raised out of the rushing water. The water runs over his lifeless body, blood mixing with the clean mountain water. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall some freaky ass a snake creature attacked him. he used his summoning (for like the fifth time in his life) and he kind of sucks at it but getting better. THEN he passes out in a river from being poisoned by whatever it was RE: the abyss has teeth now - Dretch - 01-27-2021 DRETCH
@[Chemdog] RE: the abyss has teeth now - Chemdog - 01-31-2021 While unconscious his spirit feels detached, floating away from his lifeless, cold body. His summoned souls take a moth form and glow faintly, fluttering across the tumbling waters from the opposite bank to float eerily over his body. They do not bother the living being that creeps from the wood line to lurch over him, a shapeshifter that seems to move with the shadows and change just as fluidly. In his dreams the moths move across the bright nebulas with his disembodied self, and from the endless stars he hears the echo of footsteps, breathing and a long wrinkle tentacle – no, an elephant trunk, pierces the starlit blackness, the colorful gases swirling away as it blows a deafening scream into the void. He's sucked from the comfortable floating warmth back into his freezing, weakened body. He growls at the pain, his teal eyes opening to see the dim spirit-moths moving above him, making a small bit of light. A silhouette hovers over him but it’s gone before he can process anything. He sits up, wincing at his gashed shoulder, a broken fang protruding still. The cold water has numbed him, stinging and numb at the same time to be more specific. He can’t feel his legs much, but still, he tries to hoist himself out of the frigid water. He gets to the dry bank and makes poorly attempt at shaking the wet off of him, grunting at the strong burning bolts of pain moving through him each time he moves. “Hey, you,” his voice is strained, and his eyes can barely pick out the outline of the stranger who screamed at him, The rest he assumed was a mixture of hallucination and delirium – an elephant trunk and something more than a scream dragging him into consciousness. “Can you pull this out?” he looks down at the mangled meaty mess, teeth stuck in his flesh, poison oozing out of it. His immortality is trying to heal it over, but it’s dark magic, its poison from some other plane – his body is struggling to fight it. His only hope is to remove the foreign body’s, hopefully that will allow him to heal over. He winces as he pulls a smaller tooth out, spitting it on the ground, and another, but he cannot get the leverage to remove the two large fangs stabbed into his flesh and muscle. “Please..” he exhales, his beathing labored and raspy. His body starting to weaken more, wanting to sway and pull him back down to the ground. Being immortal won’t help him much if he stays poisoned. He will only live a long, tortured life of blurry consciousness and unconsciousness, never able to do much but groan in pain and fall down all the time. “Or just fucking kill me,” he writhes as he pulls more teeth from his shoulder, each word struggling out of him, “if that is easier.” he blows a hard snort from his nostrils, hot blood spurting from them and dripping down his lips. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall @[Dretch] OOHHH <3 mmhmm yes! RE: the abyss has teeth now - Dretch - 02-05-2021 DRETCH
@[Chemdog] eeee! thank you for bearing with me through new-character-growing-pains <333 RE: the abyss has teeth now - Chemdog - 02-20-2021 In such darkness he cannot really see her, but the air she brings with her has an odd feel to it – one he would like if he were not so preoccupied with the wrenching pain in his pierced shoulder. The sound of her body moving through the water, her peculiar breathing pattern, it all creeps ever closer until she’s beside him and her voice slithers forth into the abysmal black. He asked her to come nearer, but he’s little surprised the girl crept forward, heeding his whimper for help. He doesn’t much like his vulnerability waving around like some torn flag, asking to be swallowed up by bigger, hungrier monsters than he (no pun intended). The teeth he removes clink off of the smooth pebbles at their feet, chiming like glass as the tumble to rest on the ground. They pulsate with a red glow, poison still wicking from their intact hypodermic perforating tips. Chem pushes out a groaning chuckle when she first speaks. Again, not what he expected. Her voice is serpent smooth and still it slices, making one’s bones feel a bit cold under their skin – sending a familiar tingle down the spine. How lucky is he, he ponders, to have an eerie shadow-girl materialize to assist him in not perishing? Ah, yes, so lucky, as long as she doesn’t morph into something a little more sinister than a hyena-mouthed equine. With a clearer mind he would make sure to stand at a decent distance from those jaws – the air she brings, it feels like a warning... It’s a feeling that makes absolute sense when he spots the bit of glow from the fang reflecting off of her sharp teeth as she yanks it free from his bloody sinew. The poison won’t allow the wound to heal like it should, but at least the fang is gone, even if his shoulder is still flayed open. “Thank you…” he huffs, pushing the words out with great effort. The relief is overshadowed by the remaining pain and he limps back into the dark water, finding a deeper pool to submerge most of his body into the chilly river water. Poison lights lime green as it mixes with the water, draining with surprising volume as it flows out of his wounds like illuminated blood. “So,” he groans, breathing as best he can under the clench of pain. “Angel or demon?” he chuckles, wincing at the pain it causes to laugh. “I’m guessing you’re neither – something in between.” he sucks in a deep breath, he body feeling a little lighter as the poison continues to drain. CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall @[Dretch] no no, i'm in love! she's such a spooky little thing! i love it. <3 sorry for the wait, i am the worst sometimes |