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01-22-2017, 03:04 PM
Vesper had been right to be worried, and Mesec would never forget that. He was glad that they had not gathered any bones to help now, glad that they had instead passed their time peacefully. But before they could go home to the Edge, they had to pass by the marshes and Mesec couldn’t ignore what was happening there. His silver eyes watched in horror as the bones that had been gathered give birth to a monster. Vesper had been right. He turned to her quickly, already pulling on the magic that would turn him from her father and into the warg - into a monster himself. “Go home.” Mesec didn’t want Vesper anywhere near the bone creature, near Kaos, and if this was a god - then the farther away the better. Perhaps if she was out of sight, the thing would not strike out against her. Once he had changed, shaking off the pain and grunting through those terrible seconds between one form and another, he went into the crowd. Nothing that was being thrown at the creature seemed to be doing it any harm - not Roskuld’s lightning, nor the rain of fire, nor the words shouted and discussed before it. The Earth God stood nearby in anger but was doing nothing to destroy the bone creature - nothing to stop it when it went to pick up one of the Edge’s warriors. It spoke, a terrifying and monstrous voice, telling them of chains and tyranny as it curled a tail around the mare’s body. With some difficulty, Mesec tore his gaze from trying to see if she still breathed and to the head of the creature. “You do not seem so different from our Gods to me.” Mesec snarled, baring his teeth at the monster. |
hells yes an excuse to use warg tables
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