07-07-2021, 03:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-28-2021, 08:28 PM by Aso. Edited 2 times in total.)
Boiling heat. Something underneath the sands of this scalding hot place writhed in misery, in just madness.
click, snap.
She had left him behind. She had taken his lies, and slaughtered him with them. She had such a pretty smile...
Snap SNAP
She hadn't even fulfilled her promise to him, their legacy had not been built. She had not ascended!
crack....sluuuurp
A mangled limb wrenched itself free of a dune's surface, followed by another, yet they had been born again. HE had been born again. Neck had been healed, those needle-like holes healed and gone away as the bone had snapped back in place, correctly from it's massacred twist. The crown burst through the hot pool of sand with a whoosh!, and the coywolf lurched upwards with no jittery hesitation, for once.
Then all was still.
"Kelinaaa...." sand drained from his throat in sloppy wet and dark black slops atop the jostles tan sea, landing between dusted paws that originally matched dried out soil barely watered. The sand drained from his body in a crystalline fall as he had risen from his crypt, woken from death, from slumber that would have prevented him from getting his revenge. She would know him, again. And she would know where nightmares spawned.
Scarecrow tilted his skull all the way up, arching the head allllllll the way back as he felt sand still tickle the insides of his gullet. None of that mattered. He was here to enjoy himself. To make right the wrongs. He would bless this plane with his return. They would know salvation.
The jitters returned. It began with his spine, tingling his body into a tensed wire that would spark and set flame until the embers died away. He was fine. Finally his throat could no longer take the jarring prickles of the sand deeply lodged in it, and forward he lurched the bent head, hacking out a spew of wet sand courted by phlegm and black sprinkles of dried blood. They flew forward in a pretty fan across the place he had never been before.
After he had helped himself, dead blue eyes opened, and struck the eye of Osiris dead on. Though he was not familiar with the lore of this place that supposedly lurked here, it was rather uncanny. It was also uncanny how his jitters ceased at the exact second @Andraste had decided to move to figure out exactly what he was, instead him stilling like a stone before the Stone of this wicked place.
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click, snap.
She had left him behind. She had taken his lies, and slaughtered him with them. She had such a pretty smile...
Snap SNAP
She hadn't even fulfilled her promise to him, their legacy had not been built. She had not ascended!
crack....sluuuurp
A mangled limb wrenched itself free of a dune's surface, followed by another, yet they had been born again. HE had been born again. Neck had been healed, those needle-like holes healed and gone away as the bone had snapped back in place, correctly from it's massacred twist. The crown burst through the hot pool of sand with a whoosh!, and the coywolf lurched upwards with no jittery hesitation, for once.
Then all was still.
"Kelinaaa...." sand drained from his throat in sloppy wet and dark black slops atop the jostles tan sea, landing between dusted paws that originally matched dried out soil barely watered. The sand drained from his body in a crystalline fall as he had risen from his crypt, woken from death, from slumber that would have prevented him from getting his revenge. She would know him, again. And she would know where nightmares spawned.
Scarecrow tilted his skull all the way up, arching the head allllllll the way back as he felt sand still tickle the insides of his gullet. None of that mattered. He was here to enjoy himself. To make right the wrongs. He would bless this plane with his return. They would know salvation.
The jitters returned. It began with his spine, tingling his body into a tensed wire that would spark and set flame until the embers died away. He was fine. Finally his throat could no longer take the jarring prickles of the sand deeply lodged in it, and forward he lurched the bent head, hacking out a spew of wet sand courted by phlegm and black sprinkles of dried blood. They flew forward in a pretty fan across the place he had never been before.
After he had helped himself, dead blue eyes opened, and struck the eye of Osiris dead on. Though he was not familiar with the lore of this place that supposedly lurked here, it was rather uncanny. It was also uncanny how his jitters ceased at the exact second @Andraste had decided to move to figure out exactly what he was, instead him stilling like a stone before the Stone of this wicked place.
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