The Portal
03-15-2018, 03:32 PM
It was an uncomfortable experience.
The tantalizing smell of power only grew stronger as the sapling came careening in Kisamoa's direction—a palpable aura of purity and strength washing against his tense body in agonizing waves. His resolve nearly broke, fanged mouth stretching impossibly wide as his hideous face turned towards it.
Just a bite—
But a bite from him would be devastating. A bite from him would snap the thing in half, leave a mess of magic and organs and bark and bits laying about, and the Matron would be pissed.
Whateverwhateverwhateverwhatever; his eyes rolled back as the Gods within kept on screaming about killing the elderly Loricatrunc too and drinking every last bit of magic from her body.
Fortunately for everyone, the sapling was terrified enough to run, but not too terrified to just blank out when almost colliding with the tall creature. It turned the way it had come, but instead of pursuing, Kisamoa remained in place, eyes closed, muscles tense. Slowly, his mouth closed. The thing, with all its temptation, had moved further away. The screeching in his head died down.
Kaos opened its eyes.
Slowly, and with a barely suppressed groan, he lifted one foot off the ground, extended the leg, and shifted his weight forward. Another followed. His body felt distant and heavy. In silence, the shadowy, shifting creature followed the gathering.
The tantalizing smell of power only grew stronger as the sapling came careening in Kisamoa's direction—a palpable aura of purity and strength washing against his tense body in agonizing waves. His resolve nearly broke, fanged mouth stretching impossibly wide as his hideous face turned towards it.
Just a bite—
But a bite from him would be devastating. A bite from him would snap the thing in half, leave a mess of magic and organs and bark and bits laying about, and the Matron would be pissed.
Whateverwhateverwhateverwhatever; his eyes rolled back as the Gods within kept on screaming about killing the elderly Loricatrunc too and drinking every last bit of magic from her body.
Fortunately for everyone, the sapling was terrified enough to run, but not too terrified to just blank out when almost colliding with the tall creature. It turned the way it had come, but instead of pursuing, Kisamoa remained in place, eyes closed, muscles tense. Slowly, his mouth closed. The thing, with all its temptation, had moved further away. The screeching in his head died down.
Kaos opened its eyes.
Slowly, and with a barely suppressed groan, he lifted one foot off the ground, extended the leg, and shifted his weight forward. Another followed. His body felt distant and heavy. In silence, the shadowy, shifting creature followed the gathering.
beauty in darkness
kaos in light
kaos in light
.. and kaos opened up its eyes
