Into the Depths: Investigating the Shimmering Shore Tunnels (Group 2)
11-19-2024, 07:27 PM
CW: Gore, innards, death, vore
The worm thrashes against the wolves' attacks. It screeches and rolls its body, trying to knock itself free. The beast and the surrounding ground are slicked with bitter fluids, coating most of the wolves in the vicinity in the tacky substance.
Nimue is knocked back, landing awkwardly with her off-balance footing. Her legs splay awkwardly, earning a sharp pop from her left hip and sending bolts of icy pain and numbness in cycles as her nerves pinch and fire rapidly.
Ludovic dodges again, his claws digging into the wetted flesh of the creature before him. Deluge moved similarly, her claws and horns felling near the slimy sphere and down the petals of defense. They pained the worm, but the bigger prize was the one with the wings. A moth to a flame, a bug to be devoured. The worm lashes out, folding in its petals quickly. One long, pronged hook slashes across Mortis's underbelly before they close with a wet thud, sending Mortis to the ground with his new injury.
Mortis struggles to get up, to right himself, to fight back, but the ground is slick with his blood in an instant. His legs shake as he pushes upwards, his vision shaking as he tries to focus on the worm again. In the edges of his tunneling vision, little dots glow and dance. Below him, entrails spill out onto the floor between his paws. The worm rears its head, but Mortis can barely see it, even as he tries to move out of the way. He sees the darkness of the mouth, the small lights flying, pulling his attention somewhere past the worm.
The beast seizes the large wolf by his wings, throwing its body backwards as viscera splatters across the room. The wings crack jut at wrong angles as the creature slams the wolf into a wall, then the floor, another wall. Each crack against the wall sends blood spattering, Mortis disfiguring as his skull and ribcage are crushed inwards in an instance. Mortis is unaware of his body, his vision gone except for the lights that guide him. In the back of the darkness, there is a light. Did he make it out of the cave? Two figures stand, waiting- One cloaked, and one a wolf with a set of renewed kudu horns.
The worm thrashes the man around until his wings break free, sending his battered body crashing to the floor. Discarding the inedible wings, the worm goes back for the limp, crushed body of a once great warrior. It snatches the body into its mouth with the pronged petals, closing them completely as if it were a venus fly trap. From inside, a squelching, grinding noise can be heard as Mortis is devoured.
The worm takes the defensive, coiling its body close and aiming to thrash those around it with its closed petaled head.
Mortis is no more.
The worm thrashes against the wolves' attacks. It screeches and rolls its body, trying to knock itself free. The beast and the surrounding ground are slicked with bitter fluids, coating most of the wolves in the vicinity in the tacky substance.
Nimue is knocked back, landing awkwardly with her off-balance footing. Her legs splay awkwardly, earning a sharp pop from her left hip and sending bolts of icy pain and numbness in cycles as her nerves pinch and fire rapidly.
Ludovic dodges again, his claws digging into the wetted flesh of the creature before him. Deluge moved similarly, her claws and horns felling near the slimy sphere and down the petals of defense. They pained the worm, but the bigger prize was the one with the wings. A moth to a flame, a bug to be devoured. The worm lashes out, folding in its petals quickly. One long, pronged hook slashes across Mortis's underbelly before they close with a wet thud, sending Mortis to the ground with his new injury.
Mortis struggles to get up, to right himself, to fight back, but the ground is slick with his blood in an instant. His legs shake as he pushes upwards, his vision shaking as he tries to focus on the worm again. In the edges of his tunneling vision, little dots glow and dance. Below him, entrails spill out onto the floor between his paws. The worm rears its head, but Mortis can barely see it, even as he tries to move out of the way. He sees the darkness of the mouth, the small lights flying, pulling his attention somewhere past the worm.
The beast seizes the large wolf by his wings, throwing its body backwards as viscera splatters across the room. The wings crack jut at wrong angles as the creature slams the wolf into a wall, then the floor, another wall. Each crack against the wall sends blood spattering, Mortis disfiguring as his skull and ribcage are crushed inwards in an instance. Mortis is unaware of his body, his vision gone except for the lights that guide him. In the back of the darkness, there is a light. Did he make it out of the cave? Two figures stand, waiting- One cloaked, and one a wolf with a set of renewed kudu horns.
The worm thrashes the man around until his wings break free, sending his battered body crashing to the floor. Discarding the inedible wings, the worm goes back for the limp, crushed body of a once great warrior. It snatches the body into its mouth with the pronged petals, closing them completely as if it were a venus fly trap. From inside, a squelching, grinding noise can be heard as Mortis is devoured.
The worm takes the defensive, coiling its body close and aiming to thrash those around it with its closed petaled head.
Mortis is no more.
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