Bafflement rippled through her. Not at him catching on--she had to admit annoyance and embarrassment at that; the stranger was sharper than she'd hoped. Familiar with the magic, probably. But for a moment she was struck dumb at the odd sight she'd seen. The foxlike creature--it was muddy, with patches of blue showing through where it lay. Was this Rezik's sibling, the 'rebel' one-? But that was hardly a passing thought compared to the bizarre horror of the pulsing white mass.
What the fuck is that, she thought, as the link slipped shut, as she held her breath. She blinked dark eyes, refocusing on Opal.
What WAS that? She felt a horror she didn't often feel. There was something about it that whispered of the same sort of power that brought silver-eyed, blinking darkness, the same disgusting, unfathomable, untouchable
otherness.
It took her a moment to recognize the filaments in Opal's memory as fungal spores. Her eyes narrowed, fresh confusion flickering through her. Why was Opal's thought, in this horrible moment of danger, of a strange fox and a hole full of fungus-?
Was this Opal's magic; were they fungal users, carrying these spores here, into Canis-? Is that why he had come?
She extended out her senses, again, this time for Opal's body instead of its mind. And this time, the horror
swarmed her. There wasn't just fungus on it--not just on its hide. Instead, and this was clear despite the flickering weakness of her spell, it was
full of it. Fungus threaded along every nerve, a soft whispering carpet of infiltration, infused into every vein and muscle.
"What the fuck," she murmured, barely-audible but this time aloud.
Was it empowering him? Controlling him, even? Could they get rid of it? She feared what might happen if Opal could use these threads to strike out, to grant himself speed, strength-... Was it possible, to do such a thing?
She swallowed. She took a step backward. Flashes of eyes in the dark and filaments of throbbing white screamed warning in her mind.
"He's full of fungus," she warned, with dawning horror in her voice, as she backed up.
"Aure--can you control it? Eythan, don't let him leave, but don't get too close to him... Why are you full of this shit?" she asked, all pretense of theatricality gone. There wasn't a need for it anymore.
And then, again, to Aure--
"We may be able to force it out--it might be making him stronger. I saw something-..."
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