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03-01-2015, 05:59 PM
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Come - commala.
His laughter roared all around.
..and I was born instead of something great.
Was there even a landscape around them? Surely if you looked the trees would be as they always had, but when you aren't looking, you're positively certain that no small amount of fuckery is going on. Shapes warp and twist, dancing just beyond your gaze but always racing back to their places with the utmost care when you do turn your gaze to them. The woods are melting, an acid trip gone horribly wrong. The trees have faces that are judging (weeping), reaching for your body to perhaps kill and strangle (come, commala).
What? You gonna make it right?
His laugh continued to roar, shaking the trees and reaching out towards you with teeth and spit. The depth of his cloak became suddenly flat and matte. No longer did time bleed through him. It now passed through him. The tree upon which he leaned was suddenly visible behind him, yet it looked like a sapling. Around the base, where his cloak gently touched the ground, the base of the sapling was suddenly covered in snow.
Blood covered snow.
And still his laughed roared.
Time paused and raced. Dissonance and confusion rained and reigned.
As you move, the wheat suddenly falls - as does the entirety of his cloak. A murder of crows shoot towards you, their mocking onyx gazes piercing you as his laugh continues to roar through their open beaks. The illusion of the sapling and the snow disappears as his cloak tumbles host-less to the ground, crumpling into a dark and unimpressive pile.
But it isn't just a pile. It has an egg in it, and given the sudden appearance of the birds you're tempted to think of it now as a nest.
"Try not to mess this up, hmm?" One of the crows says, his voice bleeding through the bird's beak. It has blood red eyes, and is the only bird to have remained whilst the others flew away. It casually (monstrously) looks towards the egg, and smirks in a way impossible for birds to do.
Will you prove him wrong? The bird is not optimistic. Flying away on pitch wings, the bird disappears into the sky.
Congratulations! For your dedication and activity with a demi-god, as well as being an active participant in SWP with her you have been gifted a royal electric rougarou! Additionally it will have elemental markings related to the God of the Spark.
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FOXX
