05-11-2016, 08:46 PM
The creature’s visible patches of scaly flesh seemed to immediately steam away the heat, the rest, oozed with the magma that looked like molten gold before each bombarding the ground in hissing plop! sounds that followed their respectively rolling cascades.
Cana stood there in horror as the beast, which was so inhuman and monstrous, she could not help but to compare it to a beast, a monster, and a dragon, yet, no singular assigned word other than, perhaps “demon.” Evil spewed forth from every ounce of its skin, contaminated by the fresh gust of heat in the air from the creature’s unexpected arrival from hell. A creature like that, while it was not entirely unimaginable where Cana came from, had to be incredibly powerful with magic in order to survive in that climate. It had come from within the magma. Based on the stoney composition of it’s scales, it probably even lived there. Cana felt a taste of fear chill her neck, however, for her, where there was fear, there would always be fire.
The katana wielded by her ally was moved into one poised and ready to joust. Following Cassandra’s initiative, the deck of tarots hovered naturally in the air in front of her, levitating with a small note of pulsating force, its source, being Cana herself. A deep growling came from the devil, which finally had dropped the entirety of its magma cloak, and now stood tall, on two very dense and sinewy legs. The creature was a human-shaped monster, with rough brown scales for skin, and spikes protruding all the way up its back, arching upwards in little hook-shaped spikes. Cana’s jaw dropped as the creature’s head was the last thing to turn.
It resembled a dragon’s. But they’d been extinct, at least, in her home world. Now, the female got to gaze at true evil, for every hair on her body was bristling, her stomach was sickened, and the expression, so blood-thirsty and monstrous, was pouring into her. His eyes were glowing a deep red-tinged orange, and had no pupils. Around the glowing slits, a thick layer of skin had formed, it was shaded darker than the rest, and appeared like a too-thick black eyeliner, and coated thickly around the hollows of the creature’s reptilian skin.
Its movements were very starchy, as though its flesh resembled or had absorbed the same heat as from whence it came, and had begun to cool into a more sturdy rock. The scales began harden all over, even around its joints, crimping its mobility, which would make it harder for Cassandra’s katana to plunge into its flesh. She knew this, and seemed to strike almost immediately. It was interesting she waited until after her first blow had landed to tell Cana, “Quick, now, before it’s scales harden!”
It seemed Cassandra had encountered these creatures before, but the adaptability of the dense creature seemed to be going faster than either of them expected. On the second plunge of her sword into the foe’s flesh, it scraped and sparked on impact, as though its skin were more like steel than living tissue. “Tch.” she spat through her teeth with disgust, “Damn.”
It had been too late. The exterior skin of the beast was now stronger than the obsidian it had been forged, and now, the predator of the land was staring at them, as though they were its next treat.
A sharp grin protruded from the beast’s spiked mouth. And this menacing glance was one that hung on his face, for the stone of his scales caused his expression to freeze in place, with the fire behind his eyes, the demon of the volcano continued to emit spirals of hatred, destruction, and the assurance of their death.
Immediately, the lips of the creature gingerly parted and roared with life, a cackle that echoed throughout the inferno around them. The lava seemed to be enlivened the the pyro’s roar, and spouts of it gushed upward in a geyser like fashion.
Cana’s face hardened, how were they supposed to get out of this one? Her eyes followed the surroundings, and though the wizard wasn’t one to run from a fight, the creature had brought, comparatively, a BFG into a fist fight. The result was obvious. And Cana was looking for a place to turn, “There’s no way out!” she heard her own lips report to Cassandra, who this time, had narrowed her eyes at the beast, and when Cana looked closer, the vampire’s pupils had narrowed into toothpick sized slits.
Lava spurted everywhere, splashing in subsiding tides around first Cassandra’s feet -who was closer- and then Cana’s own soupy shoes. Cana breathed heavy, the air was dense with ash and liquid heat, she gulped but the air went down dry, and her lungs felt scalded by the fire she had inhaled. The creature slowly lurked toward them. With every step, its joints grew hot yellow beneath his coal skin, and it seemed to take a good amount of effort for it to make any movement.
Instead of attempting to take the two girls on in close combat, which while the girls would have been at a disadvantage in strength, they had it in speed and could have been able to escape from at least its grasp, had the beast extended its hands, formed in fists, high in the sky and slowly began on their decent downwards.
Upon their crash, the skin of the knuckles glowed bright orange with effort, as the power-filled arms propelled through the air, and slammed into the dense obsidian ground with momentous strength. Then came the ripple of cracking surface rock, the golden glimmer of a plasma fire blow the ripped edges of the many contorted rocks’ surfaces. Cana couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and if she couldn’t believe it, she could feel it on her skin. The heat was sweltering, she felt as though she were going to black out then and there. It was suffocating, blistering, and sweating did nothing to cool her skin. Strands of perspiration rolled down from her neck and poured into the ground. She sighed, heaving in a breathe with laborious effort. Meanwhile Cassandra seemed less than phazed about the heat, and more worried about the extra light that had been added from below. Cana however, could not tell the latter, and assumed it was just another symptom of their near-heat stroke conditions.
Cassandra grimaced and looked over at Cana, who was squirming after being set ablaze by the air above the lava, and was struggling deeply to function through a haze of blurred thoughts and movements. “Tch. Cana, get out of here, he’s going to corner us in, look! The pathway is already falling in!”
If they thought they had been trapped before, now, it seemed as though there would be no escape. As far as the eye could see, the ground they were standing on became but mere islands, cast adrift by the mighty waves of lava crashing against the mounds of obsidian that had managed to keep itself above the rift of scourging lava. It was an ocean of the molten magma, and Cana was just counting her thanks that she had been lucky enough not to be completely submerged in it.
Cana stood there in horror as the beast, which was so inhuman and monstrous, she could not help but to compare it to a beast, a monster, and a dragon, yet, no singular assigned word other than, perhaps “demon.” Evil spewed forth from every ounce of its skin, contaminated by the fresh gust of heat in the air from the creature’s unexpected arrival from hell. A creature like that, while it was not entirely unimaginable where Cana came from, had to be incredibly powerful with magic in order to survive in that climate. It had come from within the magma. Based on the stoney composition of it’s scales, it probably even lived there. Cana felt a taste of fear chill her neck, however, for her, where there was fear, there would always be fire.
The katana wielded by her ally was moved into one poised and ready to joust. Following Cassandra’s initiative, the deck of tarots hovered naturally in the air in front of her, levitating with a small note of pulsating force, its source, being Cana herself. A deep growling came from the devil, which finally had dropped the entirety of its magma cloak, and now stood tall, on two very dense and sinewy legs. The creature was a human-shaped monster, with rough brown scales for skin, and spikes protruding all the way up its back, arching upwards in little hook-shaped spikes. Cana’s jaw dropped as the creature’s head was the last thing to turn.
It resembled a dragon’s. But they’d been extinct, at least, in her home world. Now, the female got to gaze at true evil, for every hair on her body was bristling, her stomach was sickened, and the expression, so blood-thirsty and monstrous, was pouring into her. His eyes were glowing a deep red-tinged orange, and had no pupils. Around the glowing slits, a thick layer of skin had formed, it was shaded darker than the rest, and appeared like a too-thick black eyeliner, and coated thickly around the hollows of the creature’s reptilian skin.
Its movements were very starchy, as though its flesh resembled or had absorbed the same heat as from whence it came, and had begun to cool into a more sturdy rock. The scales began harden all over, even around its joints, crimping its mobility, which would make it harder for Cassandra’s katana to plunge into its flesh. She knew this, and seemed to strike almost immediately. It was interesting she waited until after her first blow had landed to tell Cana, “Quick, now, before it’s scales harden!”
It seemed Cassandra had encountered these creatures before, but the adaptability of the dense creature seemed to be going faster than either of them expected. On the second plunge of her sword into the foe’s flesh, it scraped and sparked on impact, as though its skin were more like steel than living tissue. “Tch.” she spat through her teeth with disgust, “Damn.”
It had been too late. The exterior skin of the beast was now stronger than the obsidian it had been forged, and now, the predator of the land was staring at them, as though they were its next treat.
A sharp grin protruded from the beast’s spiked mouth. And this menacing glance was one that hung on his face, for the stone of his scales caused his expression to freeze in place, with the fire behind his eyes, the demon of the volcano continued to emit spirals of hatred, destruction, and the assurance of their death.
Immediately, the lips of the creature gingerly parted and roared with life, a cackle that echoed throughout the inferno around them. The lava seemed to be enlivened the the pyro’s roar, and spouts of it gushed upward in a geyser like fashion.
Cana’s face hardened, how were they supposed to get out of this one? Her eyes followed the surroundings, and though the wizard wasn’t one to run from a fight, the creature had brought, comparatively, a BFG into a fist fight. The result was obvious. And Cana was looking for a place to turn, “There’s no way out!” she heard her own lips report to Cassandra, who this time, had narrowed her eyes at the beast, and when Cana looked closer, the vampire’s pupils had narrowed into toothpick sized slits.
Lava spurted everywhere, splashing in subsiding tides around first Cassandra’s feet -who was closer- and then Cana’s own soupy shoes. Cana breathed heavy, the air was dense with ash and liquid heat, she gulped but the air went down dry, and her lungs felt scalded by the fire she had inhaled. The creature slowly lurked toward them. With every step, its joints grew hot yellow beneath his coal skin, and it seemed to take a good amount of effort for it to make any movement.
Instead of attempting to take the two girls on in close combat, which while the girls would have been at a disadvantage in strength, they had it in speed and could have been able to escape from at least its grasp, had the beast extended its hands, formed in fists, high in the sky and slowly began on their decent downwards.
Upon their crash, the skin of the knuckles glowed bright orange with effort, as the power-filled arms propelled through the air, and slammed into the dense obsidian ground with momentous strength. Then came the ripple of cracking surface rock, the golden glimmer of a plasma fire blow the ripped edges of the many contorted rocks’ surfaces. Cana couldn’t believe what she was seeing, and if she couldn’t believe it, she could feel it on her skin. The heat was sweltering, she felt as though she were going to black out then and there. It was suffocating, blistering, and sweating did nothing to cool her skin. Strands of perspiration rolled down from her neck and poured into the ground. She sighed, heaving in a breathe with laborious effort. Meanwhile Cassandra seemed less than phazed about the heat, and more worried about the extra light that had been added from below. Cana however, could not tell the latter, and assumed it was just another symptom of their near-heat stroke conditions.
Cassandra grimaced and looked over at Cana, who was squirming after being set ablaze by the air above the lava, and was struggling deeply to function through a haze of blurred thoughts and movements. “Tch. Cana, get out of here, he’s going to corner us in, look! The pathway is already falling in!”
If they thought they had been trapped before, now, it seemed as though there would be no escape. As far as the eye could see, the ground they were standing on became but mere islands, cast adrift by the mighty waves of lava crashing against the mounds of obsidian that had managed to keep itself above the rift of scourging lava. It was an ocean of the molten magma, and Cana was just counting her thanks that she had been lucky enough not to be completely submerged in it.
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