09-12-2016, 10:23 PM
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From the gathering the monster follows his god to the mountain. Unlike the countless others that had climbed its slopes to ask forgiveness, he would offer no such sentiment. His god would demand what was theirs in defiance, not grovel in submission. He would soon be reunited with his mistress.
As he climbs the steep slopes he feels his power returning to him. His wings return to his shoulders, the transparent flesh webbed between leather-covered bones. He flexes them and feels his body shudder with the joy of the sensation. He regains the mastery of his body and he feels himself grow lighter, less dense. A predatory snarl makes its way to his lips as he anticipates the meeting to come.
His god does not disappoint. Gunsynd watches the grey creature face the fairy without fear, without hesitation. A similar fire that burns in his dark eyes - he is so close to regaining his home. And then he begins - his god of destruction and fear turns his powers towards something new. He stands by his side as the world turns inside out and upside down at his request. He watches the display with awe.
He ignores the screams, ignores the pain etched on the creator’s face. (Creation is pain, he had birthed children, he knew this to be true.) He aches for his lover, his mistress. Here she is, on the brink of being reborn. His breath catches in his throat as the earth shakes in defiance. He steals a glance at the terrible fairy creature in this, the moment of his god’s victory and laughs in deep guttural satisfaction.
He cannot see the land from where they stand. But Carnage quiets and declares he is finished. This is enough for the beast. He feels the weight of loss lifted from him. She had been reborn to him. They would watch her grow (he and his god, together). She would be delighted with him, and they would begin their games anew. It had all been a test of his devotion. He had won.
The monster revels in this great victory. He turns to the grey god and bows his head in full view of the fairy. “You have succeeded where all others have failed. You have returned what is rightfully ours. You are the only one worthy of devotion. Shape us to better serve you. Make us whole so that we may protect what you have conceived.” The beast is almost rabid with excitement. His words flow forth with the conviction of the most devout. He is ready to begin.
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@[Cassi]
So Gunsynd can’t see the land that Carnage actually created, so he assumes that Carnage was completely successful in recreating the Valley. He requests that Carnage return his gifts to help serve the Valley. Of course I don’t have enough points yet, so I’m gonna go with Self-Manipulation for now since that’s the biggest one. Using 30 points which can be seen here: http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=11425 This should take him down to 0 points, or 1 after this post
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As he climbs the steep slopes he feels his power returning to him. His wings return to his shoulders, the transparent flesh webbed between leather-covered bones. He flexes them and feels his body shudder with the joy of the sensation. He regains the mastery of his body and he feels himself grow lighter, less dense. A predatory snarl makes its way to his lips as he anticipates the meeting to come.
His god does not disappoint. Gunsynd watches the grey creature face the fairy without fear, without hesitation. A similar fire that burns in his dark eyes - he is so close to regaining his home. And then he begins - his god of destruction and fear turns his powers towards something new. He stands by his side as the world turns inside out and upside down at his request. He watches the display with awe.
He ignores the screams, ignores the pain etched on the creator’s face. (Creation is pain, he had birthed children, he knew this to be true.) He aches for his lover, his mistress. Here she is, on the brink of being reborn. His breath catches in his throat as the earth shakes in defiance. He steals a glance at the terrible fairy creature in this, the moment of his god’s victory and laughs in deep guttural satisfaction.
He cannot see the land from where they stand. But Carnage quiets and declares he is finished. This is enough for the beast. He feels the weight of loss lifted from him. She had been reborn to him. They would watch her grow (he and his god, together). She would be delighted with him, and they would begin their games anew. It had all been a test of his devotion. He had won.
The monster revels in this great victory. He turns to the grey god and bows his head in full view of the fairy. “You have succeeded where all others have failed. You have returned what is rightfully ours. You are the only one worthy of devotion. Shape us to better serve you. Make us whole so that we may protect what you have conceived.” The beast is almost rabid with excitement. His words flow forth with the conviction of the most devout. He is ready to begin.
<div class="gunquote">I M J U S T A S U C K E R F O R P A I N</div></div></center>
@[Cassi]
So Gunsynd can’t see the land that Carnage actually created, so he assumes that Carnage was completely successful in recreating the Valley. He requests that Carnage return his gifts to help serve the Valley. Of course I don’t have enough points yet, so I’m gonna go with Self-Manipulation for now since that’s the biggest one. Using 30 points which can be seen here: http://beqanna.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=11425 This should take him down to 0 points, or 1 after this post