EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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Comments

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

They keep eating, and being eaten away.

Mogget will get glimpses, memories . . . a laboratory, a blasted landscape of a world, shapes and impressions even more twisted and alien than either of them . . . all in shades of red and black.

Re: wreckers

[decider]

[attempts to wrap around it as much as possible, spinning skinny arms out of itself; the smell of burning metal increases.]

You would die in days in the Kingdom. Why not hasten the end now?

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

Burning metal and hot blood . . . Mogget's influence is destroying it, but it seems to be holding its own as well, able to build itself back up and up, less constrained in a heart than a body. Larger mouths open and gnash and withdraw, swallowing mouthfuls of corrosive Free Magic -- though one does stir itself to answer him.

Until we have had our fill, there will be no end.

Re: wreckers

[decider]

[Mogget's weakening too, though in a more oblique and slow way, from being separated; he shrieks in annoyance and frustration, a teakettle shrill, and shoves an arm of fire down the gullet of that mouth.]

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

It's chewing on it -- shredding it -- choking -- choking --

Re: wreckers

[decider]

[snickering wildly, a sound like shrieking metal; unhinges his own jaw like a snake's, biting down on the column in turn in a torrent of sparks.]

Have your fill.

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

It doesn't quite roar, but lets out a sound in the same spirit -- a metallic tearing noise -- and simply bites down harder.

It's badly damaged, at this point . . .

Re: wreckers

[decider]

[attempts to punch his arm out of the thing's gullet through the side of the column.]

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

He succeeds.

It gnashes down one more time and then starts to pull back, tendrils still struggling to reform around the damaged area.

Re: wreckers

[decider]

[rips his whole arm out of it through that side, flinging himself at it to wrap it up again—]

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

It drops straight back down into the water. Can he check his momentum, or is he going to hit the wall?

Re: wreckers

[decider]

[PROBABLY HITTING THE WALL IF IT'S CLOSE, sure, idk how big this cavern is]

Re: wreckers

[aprettygirl]

The rock splinters when he hits it, revealing latticed flesh underneath; he'll feel the slash of further teeth, and then it breaks--