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08-29-2015, 07:38 PM
ÖDE
His moment of ecstasy did not last long, though thankfully it was interrupted. Forgetting his place, which was a battlefield to be exact, was a dangerous thing to do. Amid him bodies and chaos continued to unfold in the synchronized art form of war, and he, but a player on the stage that had forgotten his lines, was out of step. From the side a massive spike of ice erupted from the ground, breaking past his magical barrier perhaps because the wielder was far enough away (an interesting though to experiment on later...).
Still limp from his exercise, Öde flew like a doll amid the air, sailing from his four cloven hooves towards the ruby red waters and their equally tinted shores. He landed with a sickening thud, though the horrible sound was lost to the fray of screaming gods and insane mortals. His voice was silent, knocked from him with his breath, and his rib.
One had cracked, then speared upward from the force of the jostling fall, puncturing a lung. Like a fish that had crawled upon land the boy gasped amid a bloody froth, nostrils flaring like desperate gills but he could only wheeze in something akin to despair as he watched from sideways view the monument of the bear fall. He wanted to cry, not least of all from the pain he was slowly enduring, but he didn't have the strength or presence of mind left to do anything but wallow in agony.
Bit by bit, as the rest rejoiced, Öde slipped away into nothing. His corpse was easily missed down by the banks, particularly with a much more impressive cadaver nearby to oggle.
There was a certain beauty in passing away with the mighty spirit, and that last wonderful thought carried him into the abyss that he had visited a few times before.
[Dead for the next few days!]
Still limp from his exercise, Öde flew like a doll amid the air, sailing from his four cloven hooves towards the ruby red waters and their equally tinted shores. He landed with a sickening thud, though the horrible sound was lost to the fray of screaming gods and insane mortals. His voice was silent, knocked from him with his breath, and his rib.
One had cracked, then speared upward from the force of the jostling fall, puncturing a lung. Like a fish that had crawled upon land the boy gasped amid a bloody froth, nostrils flaring like desperate gills but he could only wheeze in something akin to despair as he watched from sideways view the monument of the bear fall. He wanted to cry, not least of all from the pain he was slowly enduring, but he didn't have the strength or presence of mind left to do anything but wallow in agony.
Bit by bit, as the rest rejoiced, Öde slipped away into nothing. His corpse was easily missed down by the banks, particularly with a much more impressive cadaver nearby to oggle.
There was a certain beauty in passing away with the mighty spirit, and that last wonderful thought carried him into the abyss that he had visited a few times before.
[Dead for the next few days!]
I have become DEATH
the destroyer of worlds.
image creditsthe destroyer of worlds.
Be aware active magic doesn't work in his vicinity due to his magic!
62.5/62.5 HPHelovia Hard Mode
