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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ mutated gore dragon
Shedding flame and ice like a snake sheds skin, the dragon crashed into Tanglewoods’ swamp. Wood and water flung into the air, freezing and bursting aflame, exploded into the air only to rain down around the behemoth in a hellish, feverdream interpretation of winter.
Mind deliquescing, Vale’s hold over Jack’s body slipped.
A murder of crows circled above. CAW, CAW, CAW they shrieked in alarm, in warning, but to who? To the three-eyed one devolving into multi-eyes below? Or to each other, as their false gold failed them?
The dragon dragged one leg, crushed beneath the dragon’s weight from such a landing, began oozing black sludge and hissing white steam. The dragon’s two-mouthed head turned to it. The maw upon its throat, viscous white saliva trailing down the fangs, SHRIEKING, attacked and bit the putrid flesh. It splintered and tore. The meat sloughed off the bone before the second bite could hit, and fresh flesh bloomed while the maw chomped, chomped, CHOMPED.
But the second mouth? The glossy beak where any other dragon would have a muzzle? Any dragon but this one. This fuck-up of ice shards and sulfur smoke, this monstrous beast of rotting blood, this dragon which regrew limbs as fast as it consumed them, began to speak. The beak opened and closed, testing testing testing before the words tumbled out like teeth in a nightmare.
“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak…” The dragon’s red eyes narrowed; all ten of them, dotted across its face, until one popped off and rolled into the second mouth. “And each separate dying ember wrought—” SHRIEK! went the throat-maw! “—its ghost upon the floor.”
“Eagerly I wished the morrow;—” CRACK! went as vis tail smashed a tree and set it aflame. “—vainly I had sought to borrow!”
“From my books surcease of sorrow… sorrow… sorrow… for the lost…?” Then the beak closed, for one blissful second, until it opened again to wail. “WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER IT ANYMORE!”
The dragon circled. Unaware of verself. Unaware of the territory. Only aware of the scents of decay and blood, the feeling of heat and ice, as this body suffered the consequences of two minds waging war within.
“Nameless here for evermore.”
[member=217]Wisker[/member] [member=7407]JACK .[/member]
// powerplay permission given by wisker
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Mind deliquescing, Vale’s hold over Jack’s body slipped.
A murder of crows circled above. CAW, CAW, CAW they shrieked in alarm, in warning, but to who? To the three-eyed one devolving into multi-eyes below? Or to each other, as their false gold failed them?
The dragon dragged one leg, crushed beneath the dragon’s weight from such a landing, began oozing black sludge and hissing white steam. The dragon’s two-mouthed head turned to it. The maw upon its throat, viscous white saliva trailing down the fangs, SHRIEKING, attacked and bit the putrid flesh. It splintered and tore. The meat sloughed off the bone before the second bite could hit, and fresh flesh bloomed while the maw chomped, chomped, CHOMPED.
But the second mouth? The glossy beak where any other dragon would have a muzzle? Any dragon but this one. This fuck-up of ice shards and sulfur smoke, this monstrous beast of rotting blood, this dragon which regrew limbs as fast as it consumed them, began to speak. The beak opened and closed, testing testing testing before the words tumbled out like teeth in a nightmare.
“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak…” The dragon’s red eyes narrowed; all ten of them, dotted across its face, until one popped off and rolled into the second mouth. “And each separate dying ember wrought—” SHRIEK! went the throat-maw! “—its ghost upon the floor.”
“Eagerly I wished the morrow;—” CRACK! went as vis tail smashed a tree and set it aflame. “—vainly I had sought to borrow!”
“From my books surcease of sorrow… sorrow… sorrow… for the lost…?” Then the beak closed, for one blissful second, until it opened again to wail. “WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER IT ANYMORE!”
The dragon circled. Unaware of verself. Unaware of the territory. Only aware of the scents of decay and blood, the feeling of heat and ice, as this body suffered the consequences of two minds waging war within.
“Nameless here for evermore.”
[member=217]Wisker[/member] [member=7407]JACK .[/member]
// powerplay permission given by wisker
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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