05-20-2018, 02:34 PM
Just as soon as the skerfluffle got started, it fuckin' stopped. A sharp note pierced the momentary engagement, Gamzee cartwheeling away from the cultist he was tryna bonk. He spins his clubs in a spinny manner, scanning the now still battlefield. Everyone stopped. The cultists, the primes, the surrounding forest, all of it stopped for just a moment. The leader of the cult ended his whistle with a sharp *click-click*, leaving the crater silent except for the oozing and bubbling of the tar below.
The first mournful cry left his stomach in knots and rolls, and Gamzee hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the second howl came, mixing and intermingling with the first in a sordid cacophony.
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The beast could smell blood in the air, coppery tones filling its flaring nose holes. it wasn't exactly self aware, but that doesn't mean that it lacked intelligence. It enjoyed things. Long, wicked claws to snatch and scratch dug into the soft moist soil of the forest. It took pleasure in the feeling of squishy loam between its digits before yanking them free with a satisfying sound akin to that of a blade being unsheathed. It made a sort of half grunt, half bark to indicate its location. A return bark sounded from its mate, her form fairly camouflaged in the thicket. Her fur was a warm, creamy sort of pale gray, with speckles of burnt orange scattered in various locations all along her body. It enjoyed this as well.
Its spaded tail swished and flicked to and fro - it was tired of waiting. And it was just as soon as it had reached this conclusion that it heard a harsh, harsh note pierce the forest quiet. The monster's vision slowly became shrouded in sharp crimson and before it lost this moment of quiet reflection and introspection, it briefly wondered what the color red tasted like.
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Two towering monstrosities erupted from the surrounding curtain of trees, all claws and jaws and wing and terror. They came through on four legs like animals but rose to their feet like men to threaten the heroes. Their heads seemed to be an amalgamation of forest creatures, some sort of blend between a deer and a wolf or a bat and a boar. They almost seemed to change with each passing glance, never fully committing to any one woodland critter. Leathery wings could be seen peeking past their muscular forms, folded back for the fight ahead. They stamp and stomp, scruffing the ground with their hooves, working themselves into a frenzy. The foremost one had crown of proud antlers, and a coat of jet black fur with a lustrous sheen. The other had no antlers, but somewhat floppy ears that vaguely resembled those of a female deer. Her(?) fur was gray and mottled with specks. Very pretty, if she hadn't clearly been about to rip Gamzee to shreds.
The battlefield was once again silent upon the beasts arrival, save for their restrained snorting and huffing. Their bodies rippled with sinew and strength, raw power emanating from their forms. No one said a word. The warriors exchanged glances, and even the remaining cultists seemed nervous and out of sorts. In fact, the only one that looked pleased was the bat dude, there at the top of the crater's edge. The clown clenched his teeth, eyes on the two devils that stood before him. It was hard to remember the last time Gamzee had to strain to smirk, but even now his lips were tight, his smile a little forced.
"End them."
Before the troll could comprehend, something INCREDIBLY solid barrelled into his chest. His head snaps back as his body hits the ground, the smaller gray one pinning him to the dirt. Another deafening scream, this time right in his painted face. His ears were ringing and shit, his head hurt like hell, and honestly he was starting to think that maybe this whole shebang required just a little too much effort on his part. The creature bares steak knife teeth, clearly aiming to rip out the alien's throat. She would not get that far, however, as a white bolt of sick magicks slammed into the side of the beast's elongated face. The force of the blast knocked the monster clean off of Gamz, who kips right on up in a theatrical fashion, flashing his buddy and savior a toothy grin and a thumbs up. The clown retrieves his clubs and rejoins his party, ready to face these new foes.
The two animals howl in harmony, and Gamzee Makara howls right the fuck back at them.
The first mournful cry left his stomach in knots and rolls, and Gamzee hadn't realized he was holding his breath until the second howl came, mixing and intermingling with the first in a sordid cacophony.
-----
The beast could smell blood in the air, coppery tones filling its flaring nose holes. it wasn't exactly self aware, but that doesn't mean that it lacked intelligence. It enjoyed things. Long, wicked claws to snatch and scratch dug into the soft moist soil of the forest. It took pleasure in the feeling of squishy loam between its digits before yanking them free with a satisfying sound akin to that of a blade being unsheathed. It made a sort of half grunt, half bark to indicate its location. A return bark sounded from its mate, her form fairly camouflaged in the thicket. Her fur was a warm, creamy sort of pale gray, with speckles of burnt orange scattered in various locations all along her body. It enjoyed this as well.
Its spaded tail swished and flicked to and fro - it was tired of waiting. And it was just as soon as it had reached this conclusion that it heard a harsh, harsh note pierce the forest quiet. The monster's vision slowly became shrouded in sharp crimson and before it lost this moment of quiet reflection and introspection, it briefly wondered what the color red tasted like.
-----
Two towering monstrosities erupted from the surrounding curtain of trees, all claws and jaws and wing and terror. They came through on four legs like animals but rose to their feet like men to threaten the heroes. Their heads seemed to be an amalgamation of forest creatures, some sort of blend between a deer and a wolf or a bat and a boar. They almost seemed to change with each passing glance, never fully committing to any one woodland critter. Leathery wings could be seen peeking past their muscular forms, folded back for the fight ahead. They stamp and stomp, scruffing the ground with their hooves, working themselves into a frenzy. The foremost one had crown of proud antlers, and a coat of jet black fur with a lustrous sheen. The other had no antlers, but somewhat floppy ears that vaguely resembled those of a female deer. Her(?) fur was gray and mottled with specks. Very pretty, if she hadn't clearly been about to rip Gamzee to shreds.
The battlefield was once again silent upon the beasts arrival, save for their restrained snorting and huffing. Their bodies rippled with sinew and strength, raw power emanating from their forms. No one said a word. The warriors exchanged glances, and even the remaining cultists seemed nervous and out of sorts. In fact, the only one that looked pleased was the bat dude, there at the top of the crater's edge. The clown clenched his teeth, eyes on the two devils that stood before him. It was hard to remember the last time Gamzee had to strain to smirk, but even now his lips were tight, his smile a little forced.
"End them."
Before the troll could comprehend, something INCREDIBLY solid barrelled into his chest. His head snaps back as his body hits the ground, the smaller gray one pinning him to the dirt. Another deafening scream, this time right in his painted face. His ears were ringing and shit, his head hurt like hell, and honestly he was starting to think that maybe this whole shebang required just a little too much effort on his part. The creature bares steak knife teeth, clearly aiming to rip out the alien's throat. She would not get that far, however, as a white bolt of sick magicks slammed into the side of the beast's elongated face. The force of the blast knocked the monster clean off of Gamz, who kips right on up in a theatrical fashion, flashing his buddy and savior a toothy grin and a thumbs up. The clown retrieves his clubs and rejoins his party, ready to face these new foes.
The two animals howl in harmony, and Gamzee Makara howls right the fuck back at them.
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-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover
-by Jade Harley
Never Falter in the Face of Infinity.
-Tearan Wover