09-12-2015, 10:35 AM
As the plague marine concecrated his alleigance with what Nealaphh, at first, considered an affronting physical gesture, Rebecca was drawn from her skyward daydreaming and clapped while bouncing on her toes. It was nice to see Daddy making new friends, because that meant they could be her friends too! The Little Sister rushed forwards and tried to wrap her pallid arms around Okor's greaves in a childish embrace. This seemed to startle the plague marine even more than the ocean beast had, and the titanic warrior wobbled backwards slightly in shock. Rebecca pulled away from her erstwhile hug and beamed up at Okor with a now filth-encrusted face. Perhaps a normal 'parent' might be horrified at the implications, but Nealaphh trusted the sea slug grafted to her internal organs to maintain its symbiotic protection.
Althewhile, Tartaros was dredging himself out of the scarlet tinged surf, his armor having returned to its more 'earthly' visage. The sun hung just above the line of setting, casting long shadows on to the small atoll that the quartet had so fortuitously happened upon. The Luna Wolf stood tall against the horizon, his silhouetted body evoking the power that had been bound in his bones just minutes prior.
Behind them stood a small grove of palms, which whispered distantly amongst themselves as the sea breeze washed through their fronds. Sea birds skittered along the shore, pecking at motes of carrion that had been shredded from the predatory corpulence of the chachadon. The setting of seaside serenity, cut with the atmosphere of strife and carnage, was soothing to the god-mind's countenance. It waylaid any sense of ease, however, in preference of soliciting the assistance of the unblighted marine.
...and what of you, Luna Wolf? I would be honored to have a member of your lineage overseeing my battles. Nealaphh said. It's tone was conveyed as if a menthol to Tartaros' mind, which still carried the heady tonic of panic and vindication within it. Nealaphh had come to know the Luna Wolf during their short period as one entity. Certainly not everything was revealed to the shadow, but it was enough for Nealaphh to feel familiar with the man's ways and principles. It was because of this that Nealaphh had concerns that Tartaros might not want to align himself with a being he considered a 'daemon'. This was much in contrast to Okor, whose fealty to Nurgle made him more acclimated to consortion with eldritch beings such as itself. The god-mind simply hoped that the tantalizing taste of its power was at least enough to pique the marine's interest...
Althewhile, Tartaros was dredging himself out of the scarlet tinged surf, his armor having returned to its more 'earthly' visage. The sun hung just above the line of setting, casting long shadows on to the small atoll that the quartet had so fortuitously happened upon. The Luna Wolf stood tall against the horizon, his silhouetted body evoking the power that had been bound in his bones just minutes prior.
Behind them stood a small grove of palms, which whispered distantly amongst themselves as the sea breeze washed through their fronds. Sea birds skittered along the shore, pecking at motes of carrion that had been shredded from the predatory corpulence of the chachadon. The setting of seaside serenity, cut with the atmosphere of strife and carnage, was soothing to the god-mind's countenance. It waylaid any sense of ease, however, in preference of soliciting the assistance of the unblighted marine.
...and what of you, Luna Wolf? I would be honored to have a member of your lineage overseeing my battles. Nealaphh said. It's tone was conveyed as if a menthol to Tartaros' mind, which still carried the heady tonic of panic and vindication within it. Nealaphh had come to know the Luna Wolf during their short period as one entity. Certainly not everything was revealed to the shadow, but it was enough for Nealaphh to feel familiar with the man's ways and principles. It was because of this that Nealaphh had concerns that Tartaros might not want to align himself with a being he considered a 'daemon'. This was much in contrast to Okor, whose fealty to Nurgle made him more acclimated to consortion with eldritch beings such as itself. The god-mind simply hoped that the tantalizing taste of its power was at least enough to pique the marine's interest...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued