Cold nose to oddly warm stone... Well, alchemy had embraced stranger reactions than this. The alchemy of this moment was harsh, a sudden chaotic storm awakening something that had lain dormant here for some time. It stirred billowing purple smoke, an acrid stench that filled the room around Tema, until the features of stone and altar were eclipsed. Green light flashed throughout like a storm across some unknown sky.
A shudder ran through the Hole. The whispers that had accompanied her descent here rose in chorus, became deafening, despite still eluding comprehension. And then--another voice, one that boomed far louder, leaving ears aching with the power that thrummed behind it.
"WHAT ARE YOU?"
Violet claws emerged from the smoke, formed of it, bleeding with it. They clutched the bear and raised her high, so that paws would find no purchase upon the ground. And she was...
Regarded.
Examined.
Judged.
Visions rocked her then, slamming into her mind and eclipsing all else. They began as things that she would remember from her brief time Touched, before; chaotic, if brief, glimpses of battlefields and blood. But after a moment, she saw other visions, bleeding into them and taking them over.
Visions of bears ravaging tents. Bears, locked in ferocious combat, fur flying. Bears standing high, fangs bared and lips dangling in a snarl, their guttural roars a primal call to the heart of her. Small, beady eyes gleaming with malice, in their most hate-filled moments. Claws the size of daggers--five in a row--slashing through the air in a strike strong enough to break another's back. Bones, crunching. Innards spilled. Prey, enemies, and hapless adversaries who had but wandered too close to a meal or a cub--lying dead upon the ground. These filled Tema's mind, heart, soul: this is what she was, the ferocity of the ursine. The implacable power and savagery of the bear. And all the while, the claws turned her, this way and that, examining all that Tema was.
"GOOD," the voice decided, in an echoing boom like thunder--a sound filled with finality--and the claws set her back down on the rock. For a moment it felt like the stone underpaw was searing hot, burning--and then it faded, the clouds coiling away.
"I HAVE SEEN WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE: AND NOW, SO HAVE YOU."
The whispering voices broke into laughter. Tema's consciousness faded, leaving her out cold for a full nightmare-filled twelve hours: twelve hours in which the corruption curled back into her, in which she saw herself as the glorious victor in a hundred battles... as the predator curving claws and jaws into a hundred beasts of prey... as the empress and queen of a territory none could challenge. Her heart was filled with vicious triumph... a triumph she might embrace or reject upon awakening.
There was nothing of
love in any of those. Only a primal appreciation for those wicked claws and fangs.
Tema gains 3 points of corruption.