04-07-2017, 09:43 PM
"Over here! Over here!"
The voice came to Tearen, muffled and distant through a stifling blanket of darkness. It sounded shrill and cracked, like a child with pertussis. Unlike a sweet kid though, the intonation in the voice had a harsh, predatory tone. Tearen was aware of the haze filling his head...and not much else. Everything was fuzzy and disorienting. He was aware that he was probably alive again and in the Underverse, but why or how he had been killed was only a blur. He did remember that it had been his idea, however, so evidently everything was going to plan. The shadow squelched his thoughts as he heard more approaching voices.
"Are you sure you saw something? There's nothing here, Grubmeat."
"I'm telling ya! I saw a flash of Omnillium! More colors 'n I ever seen anywhere!"
Tearen made the note of attaching the name 'Grubmeat' onto the child-like voice. The other, more baritone growl didn't seem to be amused at all to have been dragged to wherever it was that Tearen was currently located. The Prime reached out with his senses in an experimental pulse of mental prowess, trying to get a feel for where he was. The first thing that came back was that he was upside down, and many feet above the ground. Some sort of casing was surrounding him; dense and fibrous. The first thing that came to mind was that he'd been webbed up by some sort of gigantic spider, but that was a disquieting notion and Tearen was feeling kind of vulnerable at the moment. Instead, he craned his ears for more voices.
"Which one, y'figure?" Grubmeat asked, his tone becoming hushed now. They sounded closer, and the Shadow could just barely make out their flickering minds through the psychic medium.
"That one looks freshest." grumbled the youthful demon's companion.
There was a pause before whatever tether was keeping Tearen's pod attached to the ceiling was somehow severed. There came a soft thump as he fell to the ground far below. The Shadow would have cried out had he possessed his voicebox, but evidently his speech was still impaired. A crinkling sound directly in front of his face indicated to Tearen that the pair of omnilium foragers were digging through this sac of his. There came a pang of bright, orange pain as light burst in through a fresh breach in his organic prison. The face of what he could only assume was Grubmeat greeted him, with a long snout full of misaligned teeth. It was a good thing that the Shadow's arms were still entombed, because he had a strong impulse to punch the ugly mug.
"Green! Green eye! Hey, this one's awake!" Grubmeat said, slinking off of Tearen's cocoon. Through the small aperture that was provided, Tearen blinked nonplussed at the monstrosity that now filled his vision. It was a towering humanoid creature with a ribcage splayed outwards and glowing blue eyes. Its skin was a muddy olive color, and it had not hair to speak of. The most remarkable feature of this other demon was, however, the tinier humanoid that occupied its eviscerated chest cavity. The slimy effigy twitched and squeaked languorously, as if in nothing but eternal pain. A cold finger that stung like the blackest of blizzards poked at the glassy flesh around Tearen's face.
"Oooohh...it has a stroonnng essence..." the larger demon said, his lipless grin stretching almost all the way to his ears. Tearen maintained his own, unblinking glaze, waiting for the right moment to lash out. The towering fiend ordered Grubmeat to cut more of the cocoon free from Tearen's body, but the ex-enigma remained totally still. Whatever fresh hell awaited when he was finally freed from this prison, he would be sure to have the advantage of surprise on his side. Feigning weakness always worked in the Omniverse for some reason, but he supposed that was what happened when demigods roamed the streets and hills...
The voice came to Tearen, muffled and distant through a stifling blanket of darkness. It sounded shrill and cracked, like a child with pertussis. Unlike a sweet kid though, the intonation in the voice had a harsh, predatory tone. Tearen was aware of the haze filling his head...and not much else. Everything was fuzzy and disorienting. He was aware that he was probably alive again and in the Underverse, but why or how he had been killed was only a blur. He did remember that it had been his idea, however, so evidently everything was going to plan. The shadow squelched his thoughts as he heard more approaching voices.
"Are you sure you saw something? There's nothing here, Grubmeat."
"I'm telling ya! I saw a flash of Omnillium! More colors 'n I ever seen anywhere!"
Tearen made the note of attaching the name 'Grubmeat' onto the child-like voice. The other, more baritone growl didn't seem to be amused at all to have been dragged to wherever it was that Tearen was currently located. The Prime reached out with his senses in an experimental pulse of mental prowess, trying to get a feel for where he was. The first thing that came back was that he was upside down, and many feet above the ground. Some sort of casing was surrounding him; dense and fibrous. The first thing that came to mind was that he'd been webbed up by some sort of gigantic spider, but that was a disquieting notion and Tearen was feeling kind of vulnerable at the moment. Instead, he craned his ears for more voices.
"Which one, y'figure?" Grubmeat asked, his tone becoming hushed now. They sounded closer, and the Shadow could just barely make out their flickering minds through the psychic medium.
"That one looks freshest." grumbled the youthful demon's companion.
There was a pause before whatever tether was keeping Tearen's pod attached to the ceiling was somehow severed. There came a soft thump as he fell to the ground far below. The Shadow would have cried out had he possessed his voicebox, but evidently his speech was still impaired. A crinkling sound directly in front of his face indicated to Tearen that the pair of omnilium foragers were digging through this sac of his. There came a pang of bright, orange pain as light burst in through a fresh breach in his organic prison. The face of what he could only assume was Grubmeat greeted him, with a long snout full of misaligned teeth. It was a good thing that the Shadow's arms were still entombed, because he had a strong impulse to punch the ugly mug.
"Green! Green eye! Hey, this one's awake!" Grubmeat said, slinking off of Tearen's cocoon. Through the small aperture that was provided, Tearen blinked nonplussed at the monstrosity that now filled his vision. It was a towering humanoid creature with a ribcage splayed outwards and glowing blue eyes. Its skin was a muddy olive color, and it had not hair to speak of. The most remarkable feature of this other demon was, however, the tinier humanoid that occupied its eviscerated chest cavity. The slimy effigy twitched and squeaked languorously, as if in nothing but eternal pain. A cold finger that stung like the blackest of blizzards poked at the glassy flesh around Tearen's face.
"Oooohh...it has a stroonnng essence..." the larger demon said, his lipless grin stretching almost all the way to his ears. Tearen maintained his own, unblinking glaze, waiting for the right moment to lash out. The towering fiend ordered Grubmeat to cut more of the cocoon free from Tearen's body, but the ex-enigma remained totally still. Whatever fresh hell awaited when he was finally freed from this prison, he would be sure to have the advantage of surprise on his side. Feigning weakness always worked in the Omniverse for some reason, but he supposed that was what happened when demigods roamed the streets and hills...
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