Canine.

He'd called her canine. But something about that bothered her greatly. She was a canine in body, sure. But in her mind, in her heart, she was a Goosemoose. The daughter of a Mother Goose, and a Father Moose. She was a Moosegoose beneath her wolfen hide. "I'm Jayberry," she snarled, baring her bloodstained fangs. "Daughter of Blackberry and Blueberry. Sister of Mulberry, Huckleberry, Elderberry, and Baneberry. I am a Bloodberry! It would bode you well to remember this!"

The bird-hybrid attempted to leave, only serving to make her angrier. The fur of her mantle stood on end, and a snarl rolled in her chest. She didn't deign to respond when it began to shout, more spores flittering from her fur.

Unfortunately, these spores weren't harmless to her. She inhaled, and they clogged her throat, leaving her coughing and gasping as she fought to catch her breath.

@Albeon

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

These fungal life forms have yet to plague Albeon's senses fully, there are still flashes with a pulse-like rhythm which pulls Albeon away from reality but for now, as long as Albeon concentrates on keeping his mind on what's real he can, for now, push them away like blowing a mental dust cloud away from himself. Albeon could catch this canine's words still despite these voices even when they reappear; they were so damn loud now how could he not.

Hacking coughs continued to thrash on his throat, so he took some time before he answered back on how did not care much for their rant about how he referred to them as canine, especially now since it appears they are a threat who tricked him. He didn't like how those fangs they have seemed though; did they do this to those birds which are laid out Orion, lifeless?

There's a pause in his coughs and Albeon took this chance to say what he wishes to announce; his voice is a bit raspy and occasionally resisted what words he wants to say, but he pushed through; his voice may be quiet and a little raspy, but it still has this more severe tone to it.

"Uh huh... OK, whatever... Many names with 'berry' in it huh...? That's all I got from you there… not very creative at all there…? Don't care… I probably won't remember… my memory isn't the best. Not creative names at all though…" and seriously; Bloodberry? He'd ask what the hell a Bloodberry is, but he doubts he wants to learn about it, he does not care to recall what they said with all those names which have no meaning to him. Well, a term like 'Bloodberry' has no meaning to him except for how it has blood in it and once again 'berry'. They are trying too hard here, especially with a disturbing and uncreative name like 'Bloodberry.'

OK yeah once again he does not like how those teeth appear, painted with a red hue indicating blood and baring those fangs at him; he was right, tricked! Damn what now? Must he fight now?

From his gradually blurring vision, Albeon can perceive this canine's body language taking on a more threatening appearance; they must be showing their true colours now his guard has been forcibly knocked down by whatever they did. He may have no choice but to ward them off he thought as both voices and images festered in his mind more savagely, not clear still but has blocked his mind from reality.

Damn, brute force it is.

Progressively those hallucinations take over more on his senses, so some sounds got drowned out such as how another is also coughing same with these images all hazy but strong now block out what is real; like watching an overly loud static effect.

Damn this isn't real! He must have to attack them somehow, to make these go!

His mind and instincts go into auto-pilot from his panic since he can't correctly use his senses to help him here, so a sixth-sense came into work as his Magick charges up. A warm violet aura, blankets around his new quadruped form as what seems to be a tiny pocket of light coalescing between his Gem, gradually getting more significant as more lights manifest to form this ball filled with powerful, hot, radioactive energy.

Albeon is unaware as to which Spell he has managed to form, this strong sensation around him though makes Albeon very much aware he is casting a Spell. Attempting to direct and angle his somehow still flying body to where he believes is where this canine to have an easier time making whatever this Spell hit his target.

His Spell extends and bursts outwards into a large white beam filled with light, and radioactive energy as it shone brightly and debris exploded from its destructive blast and possibly this canine too.

Tags: @Jayberry
Side Notes: N/A

"Hey Yours Truly Albeon Speaking."

Jayberry glowered up at the bird, low snarls rolling in her chest. She hated carrion birds. They were stringy, lacking taste, and their noises hurt her ears. This one, despite being a Greater, was proving to be as hated as the rest of them. She wondered how its hollow bones would feel as she crushed them between her teeth, how it would scream as she ate it alive. Could she keep its Gem, bring it home as a souvenier for mother?

And then the bird was insulting her family. Her snarl grew in sound, fur rising to make her appear larger than she already was. Oh, she hated! It would pay for this! She would not accept such words spoken about her family - the bird would pay for this!


She choked and coughed on the spores of her own attack, having been unknowingly released, and snapped her jaws as she attempted to clear her lungs. Fleeting visions danced before her eyes, but none lingered long enough to truly affect her.

The she-wolf looked up as magic crackled in the air and, if her hackles had been down they would have risen. Her eyes widened, and for a moment she only had time to think that she had been right, this was the bird, the one who had hurt her family, whom had nearly killed Mother.

For the briefest of moments, their eyes locked, and her own glowed red in place of gold. And then there was pain.

Agony.

Someone was screaming, was it her? It sounded like a struck cave deer, shrieking as she disemboweled it. It was high and reedy, a sound no animal had the right to make, and she was vaguely aware of pain in her throat.

Everything hurt.

She'd been launched some distance, that she could tell, and from the pain in her side she was certain some ribs had either been fractured or broken. The scent of her own blood was strong in the air, stinging pains giving away where debris had torn at her skin. Stunned, all she could do was give a slow, pitiful whine.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

Faint sounds, it was dominating every other sound somehow, an echo or maybe something not within this false world, whatever it is it drowned out this illusionary sound mishmash, sounded kinda like an apoplectic canine. Wow getting pissy how he isn't going to lie down and take their bullshit are they?

Try as they might to hunt Albeon like how his old enemy did when he emerged, befitting his psychopathic nature; they may not be his old enemy, but maybe they are his follower. Albeon's bones are still hollow to some extent, but his new hind legs are not, they are equine legs and thus might possess a powerful kick, useful if one attempts to hunt him. Hell, he may not need his hind legs if they are a mere slave to his old enemy, for one he managed to escape his old enemy's clutches alive as a chick, even though the hippogriff believes in his memories, they pinned him down and bit his leg; he was only a feather-less chick during those times. Nowadays he's about as big as a fox maybe; he's fully grown, Albeon has more Magick in his arsenal and not to add lastly, he now has new attributes to his physical form which make him much stronger in combat.

Yes, outmatched they are, he's far superior in power.

He has no problem insulting one's family, Albeon has never had such a thing and so has never understood matters regarding it, such as an illusionary obligation to be loyal, even if someone within a family is a scumbag asshole and isn't worth any effort. Understandable in a way why such expectations got made, if they weren't, no one would put up with such individuals who are assholes, they'll have no reason to, and thus those assholes will rightfully have no one.

OK, are they sputtering now or something? Threatening growls distorted to a voice who was indignantly struggling with finding their words, seems like they are still pissed off; have they been rendered speechless from his blunt statements so much, they can't even muster anything valid in defence? Laughable.

Still, something changed, like a static disruption in these false images, transitioning to a much clearer channel, it gave him a tense nightmare-like sensation. It was hazy at first, but things quickly got clearer as Albeon's other senses registered to his brain before his sight did, an unmistakable burning and acrid smell filled Albeon's nose, choking him with its chemical intensity and every time Albeon dares to take even a small breath, it dominates every other scent such as fresh air. His whole skin is scorching; his entire coat is getting singed by something intense, an intense heat, it burned at his half-lidded eyes too which brought tears to his eyes from how sore they are and made him consistently shut them tight.

Albeon dared to open his eyes finally, and his sight awoke to an inferno, like an immense bonfire. No there's more, Albeon's sight only got a tad clearer, and he could make out some silhouettes through this blaring yellow glow, and dark particles were billowing, blocking out all light. Many outlines, many slumped on the solid ground, not budging at all, they appear to be a Gembound, but their shapes have such impossible anatomy, only possible if maimed and from how mangled and unnatural this shape is this is most likely so, hell it even seems like their bones ruptured out their body.

And to his relief, there were some moving shapes beyond these flames, but it was short-lived as they seem weak, not to add shrieking even though they should hold their breath; something tells Albeon what they are all screaming in terror about isn't due to this fire. Taking a glance to what direction he believes all these living shapes are yelling at, there was an abundant amount in more silhouettes, all advancing towards these shrieking ones. These approaching ones did not seem weakened, but they are hobbling with these ear-piercing wails, he hasn't the slightest idea what creature it would belong to, every slow step from them made a rattling echo.

One fleeing silhouette grew so weak and fell down, soon enough it was no more, whatever these advancing ones are one managed to catch up with it, swinging its massive claws and struck this poor creature straight in its chest, with one final painful howl with their organs and blood rupturing out their body, it slumped down, unmoving, lifeless. More and more helpless Gembound met the same fate, and if not, they still didn't live as this wildfire suffocated them, either way, those savages are sure to deliver a final blow.

No... No... Enough... Enough-

JUST STOP IT ALREADY DAMN IT! NO MORE! ENOUGH! GET AWAY! WHAT IS THE HELL ALL THIS? THEY'RE GONNA PAY! DAMN THEM!

Albeon let out a chilling, unnatural screech, filled with horror, disgust and rage over what he is witnessing. This fake thing will go away! He will not get fooled! They will learn never to try and exploit him with mentally scarring false illusions!

Albeon despite his rage is hesitating to attack at first, as pissed and disgusted he is, he does not ignore this sensation in his mind telling him how he had experienced this nightmare before not too long ago, and this was a continuation to whatever it was last time. Has he experienced this before?

...Maybe it was when he used Hindsight one time.

Damn, they did this, didn't they? They have such gall to use illusions to pry into his mind and show personal fears...? Disgusting, is nothing sacred here? Albeon does not have a clue as to why this is a specific fear for him, but it is. Still, it is not their concern or business to possess such knowledge and manipulate him this way. How did they learn these things? Is it exclusive to only him or will they subject other unfortunate Gembound to this?

This canine is dangerous, and if they are in fact his old enemy's follower it automatically makes them hazardous, for his old enemy has some unpredictable and risky ideology who would try and spread it to others to get slaves.

He needs to keep on attacking and learn how this ability operates and exploit any holes in it.

First, he's going to a way to lift its effects and right now all he believes he can do is somehow attack this canine even if his senses such as his sight won't do well to locate where they are. So, he does what he does best; use Magick to attack.

Albeon tried his best in focusing on conjuring another concentrated force of radioactive particles between his Gem, gathering teensy particles with his Magick as it enlarged, but it dimmed as he got distracted by everything else going on, fire torturing him from all fronts, this bloodbath which made the hippogriff panic about possible failure.

Albeon didn't have time, and he can't waste it, so he channelled this pure energy to his command and releasing it all into another bright beam as it flies where Albeon believes he is aiming at, an echo sounding like something got struck maybe even another burning sound but it was weak; it has hit something. But what?

Tags: @Jayberry
Side Notes: N/A

"Hey Yours Truly Albeon Speaking."

Oh, oh, she hurt! She hurt so badly!

The wolf squinted, struggling to open her eyes, and whined softly, unable to make herself do much else. Each breath caused her pain and, licking her lips, she could taste blood.

Painfully, she gathered her legs beneath her, struggling to get to her paws. Her very bones ached, threatening to give beneath her, and so distracted was she that she didn't notice the crackling of Magic in the air until it was too late.

The Pulsar caught her by surprise, lifting her off of her paws and flinging her through the air. A shriek spilled from the wolf's throat, before cutting off abruptly as she struck the ground once more, tumbling on the ground before rolling to a stop with a breathless whine.

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

Waiting for any sign for when this illusion is going to wear off, Albeon kept his eyes shut to block out every awful topping this illusion has to offer for his mind. Those bone grating screams gradually got worse as they tore through Albeon's hearing like glass shards, making his feathers go stiff as his feathers around his nape went straight up. Another screech tore through every other shriek and from how loud it is and appeared from nowhere made Albeon's eyes widen faster than a blink, his heart-rate soared, hammering like it was a massive object shaking in a small container.

This scream ignited Albeon's instincts and desperation even more and this heat licking at his body is not helping, he may be able to block his eyes out from its bright orange light and thick darkness but he can't shut off his other senses as much as he can shut out sight.

Damn, his Spell must've failed in hitting them if this illusion is still having a full-on barrage on all his senses, even his sixth sense, it's getting worse too with this new screech filled with hysteria and terror he believes downright torturing him, a scream which must belong to another poor hapless victim within this illusion.

How the hell is he supposed to fight this? Sure, this is all not real, but this pain this illusion is putting Albeon through on all front is most undoubtedly real he's not going to claim this torture he's experiencing isn't real. He needs to find a way to fend off some aspects to make this illusion more bearable, and so he can have a clearer mind as to what he can do here to shake it all off. He won't lose to this canine; he won't succumb to someone who is merely an enslaved cog.

This fake fire is a huge damn problem, far too distracting, how can it not be? It's torture, and he wishes he could somehow blow it all away right now without having to rip apart this illusion from its core.

He wants it all gone.

Albeon keeps on chanting his wish in his head, getting more hysterical as fully acknowledging this fire is allowing it torture him even more, it was winning this battle. His burning desire for these flames to get away from gets more intense in his thoughts, it was tempting to cry genuinely, and tear his feathers off from these crushing emotions which made his Gem flicker a glow erratically. His desire is now screaming in his head, drowning out every other tortured scream, which made his Gem glow brightly with violet and may be brighter than all this orange from these flames.

Like a shockwave or something, this bright light around his Gem expanded and soon after fizzed out but while it does a new ozone scent which was something Albeon welcomes with all these acrid burning smells. The air appears to take a different thickness, like a sharp wind change, a cold, trembling wind which is odd with all this fire. In fact, things are a little cooler oddly which makes Albeon risk opening an eye to witness these destructive flames are rising, thinning out into many individual small cyclones it seemed deliberate and under control; did he use Telekinesis or Phantom Hold?

No, it's something else, Albeon took note as above him despite this smoke swirling upwards and away to allow things to be visible and yet above him this cave's ceiling which he supposes might be Orion is pitch black, no glistening crystals on this ceiling in sight, an inky darkness and all fire was floating up to it...

Weird, better keep away from whatever it is, swooping around with his wings in hopes to remain bits away from whatever this void thing is, but least he can concentrate better; now's his chance to get back into this and retaliate! Wherever they are anyway, but whatever he's another step closer to having the upper hand.

Tags: @Jayberry
Side Notes: N/A

"Hey Yours Truly Albeon Speaking."

It hurt.

She hurt so bad.

She wanted to go home.

She wanted Mother.

She wanted Father.

She wanted Huckleberry.

She wanted Elderberry.

She wanted Baneberry.

Hell, she even wanted Mulberry.

She whimpered pitifully, struggling desperately to get to her paws. Everything hurt, everything burnt. She couldn't tell where she ended, and the pain began. Oh, she wished she could die, it hurt so much.

She had only just managed to get to her paws when there was an awful, and horrifically familiar, scent to the air. The ceiling seemed to vanish, replaced by pitch black. Staggering, she was pulled back to the ground, and began to be tugged towards the black hole.

@Albeon

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

This canine reaped what they sowed even if Albeon is unaware of how well he is prevailing in this 'battle'; if it can also be considered one, Albeon is curb-stomping them at this point with all his Spells not he has any wisdom about this so he shall continue to fight back with all his power until he wins.

They're not getting away until this sicko deactivates this Spell they have on him, Albeon thought his mind's voice if it even sounds like his voice at all with a finality in his mind's tone. Unless maybe getting away from them if what can help Albeon shake this messed up Spell off him? Well, something to consider here, is this canine even still here? Are they?

...

...Maybbbbbeeeee?

...Ah hell! Albeon doesn't have the slightest idea if this canine left him here to let this Spell to fester his mind like a parasite! All he can do is try and fight back this illusion a bit to make it more tolerable for him mentally and physically, and hopefully, while he is doing so, it'll wear off, and even better if this canine is still here maybe a Spell will hit them and finally destroy this illusion here.

Albeon weaved around with this wings, his movements with his flight limbs so precise it was like he was performing a sky dance or something, Albeon occasionally had to bank downwards as whatever this void is, its gravity pressure is so intense and is dragging Albeon himself up too. Besides averting whatever he may have possibly created himself catching him like it is with these flames Albeon has another reason for this flying around for he is trying to find something resembling those hobbling beasts which are killing left and right.

Soon enough there was, something whatever it was it appeared to be something like, a canine with four eyes? No a feline with teensy wings? Ah, damn it no a bird or a porcupine? Something like all those it is a little tricky to tell as it seems like every second he gets closer all colour drains from them and leaving a mere shadowy silhouette and he can't say any more.

Nevermind all this though; target detected! Now, this stops now right here!

Albeon recalls a new Spell which Kin-Kin showed to him, and now with his memories returning, he believes he witnessed them using this Spell to stab sharp crystals much more substantial than herself through a specific crystal spider which attacked The Spire, and it caused quite some damage to it. Such utilisation to a Spell has such power and would be perfect to use here if he were to attack from here as Pulsar does not seem to be helping much he doesn't believe it is anyway. Try a change of pace to his Spells, stop spamming Pulsar it may be becoming predictable now.

Collecting his mind as best as he could to draw his Magick out with how much his senses have had a barrage from this illusion has made them highly active and sensitive so much so Albeon easily took note to this strong sensation how there's a surge of dense energy coursing through his veins and pulsing into his Gem. He focuses on his target which is this savage here and beneath this shadowy shape blue light pooled as his Magick bubbled into solid ground, and in a flash, a crystal shot upwards from this light. Shaped like a sharp stalagmite which got stained with black like ink from whatever this silhouette is as it pierced straight through its middle he believes he can't tell if it was their middle or it appeared it struck straight through their jaw or something. Well if it was their snout, it can probably say goodbye to those teeth and mouth there although hit in their middle will be damaging too. His iridescent, crystal stalagmite grew a little, dragging his target up with it, as it got bigger it branched out as more sharp smaller crystals formed from this pillar's sides, each one reflecting all this intense bright orange and darkness and yet for this demon thing no reflection for it is on any crystals as it moved no more.

Albeon concludes it is done for, and so flew away from it, hoping to find another to take down, getting further away from his crystal spike, and also in reality further away from Jayberry.

Tags: @Jayberry
Side Notes: N/A

"Hey Yours Truly Albeon Speaking."

She couldn't tell what was going on. She was so confused, loud noises making no sense. It hurt so badly.

And then there was even more pain. Something stabbed through her stomach, growing and growing until she was lifted on the ground. Its spines dug into her stomach, and she gave a great, squealing cry of pain. Oh, caves, it hurt. Please, let her die.

Finally, the pain overtook her, and she fainted.

[EXIT JAY]

"Speech looks like this."
Thoughts look like this.

Albeon flew on, his wingbeats getting progressively more intense as he tried to find any other beasts and to get further away from whatever this singularity is as it absorbed even more things, debris, fire, even those savage shadows but it also appears to be ripping this reality away. Some parts of this world came off, they peeled away, and each strip floated away into this thing, which revealed another layer underneath them which had a familiar appearance to a peaceful and empty Orion where he was only a second ago. Albeon kept on going, not daring to glance what's behind him, and it was getting results he wished for as more to this spacial distortion tore this illusion apart, and actual reality came visible to Albeon's senses once again.

Albeon's hearing caught Jayberry's scream but it was when this fake world they created was only tearing away by small bits, so Albeon assumed it was a scream belonging to a fake Gembound. It was another reason why did not want to turn his head to check what it was since even if he thought it was a fake, witnessing it suffering would tempt him still to try and help them, so he is unaware how well he fought and frankly how brutal he unknowingly was.

Reality soon wholly returned to Albeon, no more signs of a fake world but Albeon was already quite far away from Orion, where he brutalised Jayberry and accidentally created a black hole which may or may not still be active.

Oblivious to some actions Albeon went on his merry way to find somewhere to rest and hopes this illusion doesn't plague his dreams.

Tags:
Side Notes: -Exit Albeon-

"Hey Yours Truly Albeon Speaking."