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Genderless
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63 Cycles
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Kaiju
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bunny
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Nov 08 2020, 01:11 PM
(This post was last modified: Nov 08 2020, 01:13 PM by Orthoclase-Alpha.)
MAGICKA LEVEL 83%
RESTORED TO 100%
Contact—physical and… in the eyes. Orthoclase-Alpha was briefly captured by those eyes: baleful, blank, a savage caricature of its own self. The way the lids creased and curled its gaze into a snarl. A furious glow burning brighter than any flame could in the moment. Putrid green, the same as its—their Master, as Vakornol, as—… as all those violently scheming beasts. Hooked fangs accented them in a Cheshire grin, still untouched and pure where its opposite's were sullied by its own blood.
There were shadows gamboling at the edges of its vision as it stared into the mirror—it did not like what it saw—and a mere instant was long enough for the afterimage to burn into its retinas. Alpha could not see into the chasm, but sound painted a better story than sight could've hoped to:
schoooooooo—THUNK!
Its other didn't so much as scream on the way down.
Was dislike strong enough? Hate? No… the sensation lingered at the bottom of its gut, thick and heavy with infinite denseness. It was oppressive with a cloying stickiness; not too dissimilar from a pool of tar. It had felt this feeling before, but… "grng... !"
The monstrous hybrid staggered beneath the forceful push and pull of magicka and, on autopilot, bared its teeth. Muscles popped as it snapped towards the owl-beast—it'd been staring at the long-gone crater—then, the wall rushing to meet it. Talons made the reach for assault only once, but it was half hearted. Were it fully present, it might've demanded answers.
Instead, it merely skulked out of the Place of Ascension and flopped its sore, aching body down halfway through to Ursa. When it inevitably passed out, stone tugging at what little magic remained, it dreamt only of those eyes.
exit Orthoclase-Alpha
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