Summer ?? year 124 of the third age
Continued from here.
<tw: image of female nipples in thread; body horror>
The last thing uttered by Hamartia would be an ominous sounding, "...good luck," and nothing more.
Aric blinked at Själ's answer, confused at first. The two were perfect strangers prior to this, and he'd, up to this point, had no reason to assume she was anything except Fælnir. "That so? I always thought half-dragons would be a bit more, uh…draconic…" he said with an awkward laugh, appearing to be more than a bit puzzled.
To be fair to Aric, the offspring of dragons who did choose to incite their Grist were, generally, more obvious, as Grist often comes with its own host of physical modifications which varied based upon the individual's Three-Among-Many.
"Can't a healer fix you? Child of a dragon 'n all…I assume you'd have access to a decent one, at the very least," he'd add.
Whilst most Fælnir would be completely out of luck should their bodies have been exploited in a similar fashion– Maltricians were expensive, and Draoidh care was generally an Ælven luxury– surely, he thought, her draconic parent must have connections. The only other race the Æld'Norai paid any respect towards were dragons, after all.
The next thing she said had the warrior a bit confused, as he had been released only after the experiment had been completed. He saw the pale man's broken hand (albeit he didn't have any idea what that mangled mass of flesh was) and he saw the portals close, but that was it. "Oh yeah, I heard something about how even he didn't understand why your portals are doin' that, but I didn't really…see…what happened."
He chuckled, though darkly sardonic. "At least we have that option."
The hall down which they walked was narrower than that which they'd passed through prior. The only things that kept it from being distinctly claustrophobic were the sheer height of the walls and the clear, glass ceiling above. Still, though the hall was somewhat long, it was direct– no tricks this time, and soon, they arrived at the next door.
"I wonder what horrors await us next, eh?" The auburn haired man remarked.
In the shadows, there was a woman's giggle that resounded off the dim, narrow hallway, as if mocking that comment. The laugh elicited a brief look of annoyance on Aric's features, though he chose to ultimately ignore it, moving forward towards the door regardless. It opened easily, though it was as heavy as any other stone door they'd thus far encountered within these wretched halls.
The next room was a long, grandiose chamber carved of the same dark, polished stone they must've grown at least somewhat used to by now. It had no furniture, yet still it looked immaculate– until one looked to the end of the room, that is. At the end of the fastidiously polished hall was a black mass of putrid, stretched flesh– so gargantuan was this monstrosity that it dwarfed even an ancient dragon.
What skin was visible was pale and pulled so taut 'round its mass that if one were close enough, one would be able to see the veins spidering just below the surface. The only remotely 'human' part of this thing was a swollen torso that sat atop its humongous belly, with thin spindly arms and a strange, misshapen, bald head. It had no legs, at least none that could be seen (perhaps buried in the thing's fat?) but it did have several equally large, grotesque tentacles that writhed off of the sides of its midsection. One would be hard pressed to tell the gender of this thing, though it did look pregnant, almost. Was it? Or was it just…hideously fat?
Even with those features, it was mostly black; flesh appeared in patches, but overwhelmingly, it was gelatinous– black as the void, black as night– blacker, even, as the slime it was coated with almost appeared to pull in light, consuming it, destroying it. Those writhing tentacles, too, were coated in this substance, and they were hard at work grabbing panicked looking women who were disabled in one way or another from escaping their fates. Some were shackled, some appeared to simply have had their limbs broken to prevent movement.
The chest of the creature's strange torso portion had a unique feature, too. The sternum was split in the center, and within the rib cage, where one's lungs and heart ought to lay, were those beating organs…and myriad teeth– a horrifying mix of both blunt and sharp spikes of bone– along with a thick, wet tongue. The split widened the further one went down, and it was obvious that this hideous open wound was the creature's actual mouth. That puny thing on its head was doing no eating– it haphazardly tossed the screaming, terrified women into this valley within its chest with reckless abandon once those gnashing teeth had finished with the one prior.
Aric was frozen in place at the sight of this thing. They were, at this distance, out of its grasp– and its notice, at least, for now. This goliath monster only seemed to care about the poor souls it was throwing into its vicious maw.
Evanthia decided to let the visage of this great beast sink into her guests for a moment before manifesting herself before them once more. "Behold!" she sang, voice filled with utter delight and adoration.
"Your final trial, my dears, is to see if you can brave our Father's belly and rescue even just one of your fellow mortals," each word delivered with utmost joy. "If you fail– well, who cares? You'll fulfill your original destiny– food for Father! If you succeed…then you keep your lives to go fulfill the other leg of our bargain."
"...and I should add– try and harm Father at all, and you'll come to regret it with a quickness," she said, bearing a dazzling, yet predatory grin.
As she spoke, she'd gesticulate as if she were a circus ringleader announcing the next act– dramatic and brimming with excitement. And if Själ looked close enough, she'd realize that the great monster's current meal consisted almost entirely of women taken from Paradise, some of which she'd likely recognize from interacting with personally.
Aric blinked at Själ's answer, confused at first. The two were perfect strangers prior to this, and he'd, up to this point, had no reason to assume she was anything except Fælnir. "That so? I always thought half-dragons would be a bit more, uh…draconic…" he said with an awkward laugh, appearing to be more than a bit puzzled.
To be fair to Aric, the offspring of dragons who did choose to incite their Grist were, generally, more obvious, as Grist often comes with its own host of physical modifications which varied based upon the individual's Three-Among-Many.
"Can't a healer fix you? Child of a dragon 'n all…I assume you'd have access to a decent one, at the very least," he'd add.
Whilst most Fælnir would be completely out of luck should their bodies have been exploited in a similar fashion– Maltricians were expensive, and Draoidh care was generally an Ælven luxury– surely, he thought, her draconic parent must have connections. The only other race the Æld'Norai paid any respect towards were dragons, after all.
The next thing she said had the warrior a bit confused, as he had been released only after the experiment had been completed. He saw the pale man's broken hand (albeit he didn't have any idea what that mangled mass of flesh was) and he saw the portals close, but that was it. "Oh yeah, I heard something about how even he didn't understand why your portals are doin' that, but I didn't really…see…what happened."
He chuckled, though darkly sardonic. "At least we have that option."
The hall down which they walked was narrower than that which they'd passed through prior. The only things that kept it from being distinctly claustrophobic were the sheer height of the walls and the clear, glass ceiling above. Still, though the hall was somewhat long, it was direct– no tricks this time, and soon, they arrived at the next door.
"I wonder what horrors await us next, eh?" The auburn haired man remarked.
In the shadows, there was a woman's giggle that resounded off the dim, narrow hallway, as if mocking that comment. The laugh elicited a brief look of annoyance on Aric's features, though he chose to ultimately ignore it, moving forward towards the door regardless. It opened easily, though it was as heavy as any other stone door they'd thus far encountered within these wretched halls.
The next room was a long, grandiose chamber carved of the same dark, polished stone they must've grown at least somewhat used to by now. It had no furniture, yet still it looked immaculate– until one looked to the end of the room, that is. At the end of the fastidiously polished hall was a black mass of putrid, stretched flesh– so gargantuan was this monstrosity that it dwarfed even an ancient dragon.
What skin was visible was pale and pulled so taut 'round its mass that if one were close enough, one would be able to see the veins spidering just below the surface. The only remotely 'human' part of this thing was a swollen torso that sat atop its humongous belly, with thin spindly arms and a strange, misshapen, bald head. It had no legs, at least none that could be seen (perhaps buried in the thing's fat?) but it did have several equally large, grotesque tentacles that writhed off of the sides of its midsection. One would be hard pressed to tell the gender of this thing, though it did look pregnant, almost. Was it? Or was it just…hideously fat?
Even with those features, it was mostly black; flesh appeared in patches, but overwhelmingly, it was gelatinous– black as the void, black as night– blacker, even, as the slime it was coated with almost appeared to pull in light, consuming it, destroying it. Those writhing tentacles, too, were coated in this substance, and they were hard at work grabbing panicked looking women who were disabled in one way or another from escaping their fates. Some were shackled, some appeared to simply have had their limbs broken to prevent movement.
The chest of the creature's strange torso portion had a unique feature, too. The sternum was split in the center, and within the rib cage, where one's lungs and heart ought to lay, were those beating organs…and myriad teeth– a horrifying mix of both blunt and sharp spikes of bone– along with a thick, wet tongue. The split widened the further one went down, and it was obvious that this hideous open wound was the creature's actual mouth. That puny thing on its head was doing no eating– it haphazardly tossed the screaming, terrified women into this valley within its chest with reckless abandon once those gnashing teeth had finished with the one prior.
Aric was frozen in place at the sight of this thing. They were, at this distance, out of its grasp– and its notice, at least, for now. This goliath monster only seemed to care about the poor souls it was throwing into its vicious maw.
Evanthia decided to let the visage of this great beast sink into her guests for a moment before manifesting herself before them once more. "Behold!" she sang, voice filled with utter delight and adoration.
"Your final trial, my dears, is to see if you can brave our Father's belly and rescue even just one of your fellow mortals," each word delivered with utmost joy. "If you fail– well, who cares? You'll fulfill your original destiny– food for Father! If you succeed…then you keep your lives to go fulfill the other leg of our bargain."
"...and I should add– try and harm Father at all, and you'll come to regret it with a quickness," she said, bearing a dazzling, yet predatory grin.
As she spoke, she'd gesticulate as if she were a circus ringleader announcing the next act– dramatic and brimming with excitement. And if Själ looked close enough, she'd realize that the great monster's current meal consisted almost entirely of women taken from Paradise, some of which she'd likely recognize from interacting with personally.
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