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Post by 0 on Jul 16, 2017 15:47:51 GMT
He was tired. ...tired of all these LAYABOUTS.
What were all those demons even DOING? A whole plane to themselves and they were busy killing each other, instead of heading forth into the realms above.
The plane's boundaries cracked. The mycelium he'd spread through the ledge was complete, the two ends circling around to complete the connect opposite his wall.
Ignoring the wall. Ignoring HIM.
NO LONGER.
In a rush of bile and blood, a geyser like a wall of flames shot up all around the hellish landscape. Flesh and mycelium cords strung themselves together, building a wall in hidden haste as the fluids began to rain down on the bordering forests and towns, flooding the land and rivers. A silent vapor spread into the air from the icy liquids, slowly but surely building a roof over the land.
More such geysers, though shorter and less thick, cropped out all around the plane, building mazes, tunnels, and other such structures that were not too unlike a labyrinthine pathways of an endoplasmic reticulum. Crooked buildings and twisted trees alike snapped under the pressure, crumbling and toppling. Monsters fell out and rose from the puddles left by the rushing rain, shadowy beasts that began to chase down demons once again; they fought and brought down those who would not run, yet, though it seemed they could with ease, they did not chase down those who did flee, instead funneling them down the corridors into what might seem dead-ends.
While the residents of this land were busy frittering away their time, he'd been busy finding and widening many of the rifts between Necropolis and other lands, and it was to those passageways that the monsters were herding any demons that they found. It was time the demons got to work.
A loud voice, like thunder, gurgled over the noise of the flood. "GET OUT," it yelled, pushing forth a pulse of mental images into the minds of innumerable demons.
Pillage the cities, raid the forests. Flood upon the masses in light or at night, alone or in armies. Rot and spoil those lands as if your life depended on it -- for it will...there will be no returning, no surviving in Necropolis for the stragglers, and any who dared to disobey his will would be crushed the same as the rest.
More than anything else: get out of his body!
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Post by 0 on Jul 27, 2017 20:01:41 GMT
Curled up in the corner of an old brick building of the ancient city, the scythe had been peacefully sleeping when, all at once, a wall came crumbling down around it.
The object, arms and legs of ink popping out of its snaith, instantly jumped to its feet, a glowing pyramid humming as it spun above its blade. Its worst fears came to light when it was met not by a demon who'd managed also to survive in the warzone of a city, but by the rotting face of one of those invaders.
An eyeless head was swung its way, jaws just missing the scythe as it dodged out of the way, leaping clean over the monster and into the open air of the city, where it could run and find yet another place to hide. Instead, it was met instantly by the ground, cobbles slick as oily water flowed through the streets.
Black rain fell in droves around it, the sound nearly masking the growl beside it, just before the scythe was whacked and sent flying. The pyramid rung in voiced alarm, the object tumbling head over heels as it crashed through the third storey window of another building.
Not yet being allowed a chance to rest, the room was filled with pained shouts as one monster tore apart a pair of imps. A that it would be drawn by the light and constant sound of its pyramid, the scythe was quick to scramble out the window, fingers digging into the wet brickwork as it clambered to the top of the building.
Thankfully, nothing but the strange rain met it now, the object silently catching its breath as it first checked the roof, then the surrounding area.
The city seemed altogether different.
It looked and sounded just about as chaotic as it did the first day the wall came crashing through the horizon. Demons were being driven in droves from their hiding spots by the monsters, chased through walled-off corridors that the object was sure hadn't been there before, and they were only growing taller, shedding roofs overhead so that even those who could fly couldn't escape.
Not even the sky looked the same anymore.
The scythe offered a worried hum to the drowning air, having to sit down for a moment, legs taken weak by this surprise. How was it going to manage to slip away from all this mess?
Something that shouldn't have even been there in the first place was bouncing his way through all the newborn chaos. The bright orange mouse grinned and hollered into the chilly air as he dodged everything from inky droplets to odiferous monsters.
The tiny beast was ignored for the most part, but every once in a while he managed to grab himself a glance, especially when he managed to show a monster what-for! He threw fire at a rotting corpse that was pelting and roaring after some creatures with forked tails, punched a rebellious demon in the face, exploded enough to punch holes in walls.
All in all, he was having a grand old time. This strange land had proven itself more than once to him. There were so many things for him to fight, so many surprises in store!
After his own restful nap, roaming through the unknown in search of another foe, he was driven to smiles by yet another surprise. The very landscape had changed around him, and all at once there were so many things to oppose him, that he simply didn't know what to do. Thus, he began to run around hitting everything in sight, so overtaken by the adrenaline rushing through his blood that he could hardly even think anymore.
The mouse cackled as he leapt off the head of an imp and whipped a screeching bat from the air with his tail, having absolutely the time of his life.
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Post by Yukirin on Aug 12, 2017 3:30:11 GMT
The commotion was enough to stir a tired kitsune from her slumber… though she was a bit late to the action. Yellow eyes opened and gazed upon that grotesque wall that filled the city with a confusing smell. The sight only confirmed what she smelled in her sleep, and the new pictures encroaching on her dreams and nightmares.
Demons were panicking, running around in a frenzy to escape the horrors of the fleshy wall. She heard the gurgling voice from afar, demanding that they leave their hellish home. The she-fox, ten foot tall at the shoulder, began to stand up, leaping away from some of the disgusting bile rushing towards her. She jumped to a higher building of Necropolis, and allowed a low and disagreeable growl to rumble in her throat. She only had one tail visible, while her power safely sealed the other seven. She was close to achieving godlike power, but not close enough.
Eyeing the wall and the new labyrinth it was forming, Yukirin ceased to see it with disgust or irritation as she had once before. To her, it looked like an infinite meal, being freshly delivered. What better than to drown in food? Bile did not appeal to her, but the fleshy wall did. Building up power and stamina in her legs, the giant fox leaped from building to building, in the direction of the closet wall of flesh, while dodging any demon or obstacle that tried to get in her way.
Eventually, she was in jumping distance. Snarling in glee, the Kitsune leaped at the wall, attempted to hook razor sharp, long claws into its fleshy surface. Hopefully safely latched on with all four sets of claws, Yukirin would attempt to sink her fangs into the body of 1, and tear off a hunk of flesh to chew on. Dinner was served~
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Post by 0 on Aug 12, 2017 4:25:46 GMT
The labyrinthine wall shuddered at the impact of a strange figure upon it. Well, several walls and several strange figures, to be precise -- the giant fox wasn't the only one who dared to try and rip apart the great and not-so-benevolent invader.
The epidermis of this newly forming wall was easily torn asunder by the fox's sharpened jaws, although she would find the dermis under it to be much thicker and chewier...as though it were a well done steak!
The taste of both layers of skin would be bitter and freezing, with patches of frozen flesh that were not so easy to bite into, but with a duller taste that might be easier to swallow. The blood within added flavor, something like an acrid spice that would burn the throat in the same manner as whiskey would, and would pool out in greater amounts the more the epidermis was peeled away, each new wave of ashy red hardening faster than the last in an attempt to clot any wounds that were forming. Finally, tiny globules of acidic pus hidden below would bring such a sensation to the palate as it might never have experienced before, bursting apart in an explosive spray to dissolve flesh from the bone (including that of the wall itself) should a stray claw or tooth manage to pierce one.
Black bile rode in rivulets down the wall, an emetic agent that was perfect for quenching one's thirst, should one be able to handle the vomiting it would thusly induce. The scent of rotting flesh had begun to permeate the air all around the plane, and only got worse the closer to any of the walls one drew; this would likely affect the taste that the attacker perceived, but, hey, weren't foxes willing scavengers anyhow? Mm-mm, good!
Although the latching itself wouldn't warrant an immediate reaction, the wall would respond once an attack (the consumption of its flesh) had been registered. Something like a fleshy root ripped itself away from where it had been resting against the wall; the tendril swung itself about from the point to which it was anchored, a finger aiming to flick the irritant fly from its skin.
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Post by Yukirin on Aug 26, 2017 21:35:28 GMT
Frost mattered not to the thick-furred fox, who found frostfire to be her affinity. Her fires normally gave off a freezing effect, which confused the minds of any who were unfortunate enough to fight back after becoming her prey.
She was a scavenger, like many ‘lesser’ canines such as herself. However, the properties of the flesh wall posed little threat to her at first. The acidic pus did not truly affect her with the thick pelt of fur coating her body. Against the mouth, though, it did manage to provoke a snarl from the hungry vulpine.
Her keen hearing aided her in noticing the tendril rise to stop her from consuming the rest of her meal. In response, and not ready to give up so easily, Yukirin leaped at the root, aiming to wrp her massive tail around it, and hook her claws and jaws into the weapon of the wall. Within seconds, her body would coat itself in blue flames with icy blaze, and hopefully begin to numb, slow, and freeze the tendril.
Would it try to smash her into something? Quite possibly. Yukirin prepared herself for that fact, and would attempt to hold on tight. Her body was quite durable, and could withstand the force of impact if her prey tried anything.
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Post by 0 on Aug 27, 2017 18:56:03 GMT
The fox leapt and wrapped its tail around the fleshy root, claws and jaws hooking into the rotting tendril. Blue flames exploded around the beast, a pale glow sweeping across the root as it slammed into the wall where the fox had been only moments before, bursting various pustules and causing numerous biles and fluids to spray upwards into the air, raining down upon the fox and whatever else happened to be below.
The burning chill that was cast by the cold flames sent black-stained frost spreading across the tendril and the nearby sections of wall. Before it could move again the root had stiffened, and for a moment it would appear as though the weapon had been quelled.
Not only that, but within a few seconds the tendril went hard as a rock, then brittle as an old branch; it crumbled and fell apart, hit the ground and shatter, possibly taking the fox with it. In the moments that the root had been disconnected from the wall, however, said wall would give a shudder. Even if it was not the intent of the fox, the frost had spread from root to wall, and had now covered the entire surface of a sizeable portion.
All at once, while the tendril was falling, the wall would utilize the cold it had been given, coalescing the frost into innumerable icy spikes that would flare out in all directions, putting up a blind defense as it aimed to spear anything within range. In fact, after the tendril had hit ground and shattered into pieces, its shards would do just the same, almost instantaneously forming itself into a pit of razor-sharp icicles.
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