TheBeast
(ID: TYcdXPpa)
10/19/2025, 10:55:37 AM
No.6320241
>>6317813
Land sinks beneath the waves, as two forces of nature battle for dominion over the tundra, beneath the horrified eyes of a terrified young man, way out of his depth.
It goes beyond base instinct, as various beasts, large and small, flee the sinking ground, least they become swallowed up by the rising tide. No, the horror is contextual- if the Beast, dancing on the changing surface tension of the water, falls here, however will he complete his search?
Then, unbidden, he thinks of his brother, sinking in those dark, icy depths of the rushing water.
Blind terror. That becomes Writ entire world, as he dives beneath the rising tides, an inhuman whistle ringing between his ears as he falls into rigors of a nightmare reborn.
>[UI] Writ sinks, in a cold, dark embrace. Fueled by irrational instinct, Writ weaves a spell, desperately trying to sing as the icy liquid fills his lungs. Using up his Mana and the aspects of Domination and Change, he develops Ichor Mimicry, using the Children’s taste for salt as the basis for thickening his control of their ichor, and using the local enlightened sealife to search and aid. Though nominally unsuccessful in saving the imaginary figment of his drowning brother, it combined with Ichorized Fishing and Whaling to aid the Beast in his conversion of Arktikana, granting a +1 Conviction due to the deliciousness of the salty ichorous prey.
>Writ is pulled from the freezing embrace by a friendly Marine, the smallest runt of them, and the Children dry and warm him on (40, 2).
>[MA] Ichorous Salt Licks
The Children develop a way of compacting and storing the mineral in a compact, usable form. Using the Ichor in their saliva (and in some… violent cases, blood), they find that it is a great bonding properties for this material. Some of the Children, particularly those of the Mammoth persuasion, attempt this process with the larger, bouncing crystalline ‘licks’, with a shocking degree of success, such as they claim.
>[MA] Rudimentary Mining
The burrowing instincts and abilities of the Children in Whitefall are expanded upon via successive generations of Ichorous Evolution. In particular, an unusual soft mineral begins garnering interest of the more intelligent of the Children, though not to the degree of the salt, for its pliability when wet and its strength when hardened. As more and more of this material in Whitefall gets used, they begin referring to this new mineral as… Clay.
>[UI] [1DI] The singing Beast utilizes Ichor Conversion on Arktikana and moves his dance to (39,1), if only to witness such wonderful change of terrain.
Beautiful. Stunning. Brilliant. Such words pale in comparison to the enormous change happening to the land around the Beast, as it breaks apart into the sea. Dancing with glee atop the trembling surface tension of the ocean surrounding him, the Beast renewed his efforts to convert the living iceberg-breaker with vigor untold, transforming his passion into beautiful resonance.
Land sinks beneath the waves, as two forces of nature battle for dominion over the tundra, beneath the horrified eyes of a terrified young man, way out of his depth.
It goes beyond base instinct, as various beasts, large and small, flee the sinking ground, least they become swallowed up by the rising tide. No, the horror is contextual- if the Beast, dancing on the changing surface tension of the water, falls here, however will he complete his search?
Then, unbidden, he thinks of his brother, sinking in those dark, icy depths of the rushing water.
Blind terror. That becomes Writ entire world, as he dives beneath the rising tides, an inhuman whistle ringing between his ears as he falls into rigors of a nightmare reborn.
>[UI] Writ sinks, in a cold, dark embrace. Fueled by irrational instinct, Writ weaves a spell, desperately trying to sing as the icy liquid fills his lungs. Using up his Mana and the aspects of Domination and Change, he develops Ichor Mimicry, using the Children’s taste for salt as the basis for thickening his control of their ichor, and using the local enlightened sealife to search and aid. Though nominally unsuccessful in saving the imaginary figment of his drowning brother, it combined with Ichorized Fishing and Whaling to aid the Beast in his conversion of Arktikana, granting a +1 Conviction due to the deliciousness of the salty ichorous prey.
>Writ is pulled from the freezing embrace by a friendly Marine, the smallest runt of them, and the Children dry and warm him on (40, 2).
>[MA] Ichorous Salt Licks
The Children develop a way of compacting and storing the mineral in a compact, usable form. Using the Ichor in their saliva (and in some… violent cases, blood), they find that it is a great bonding properties for this material. Some of the Children, particularly those of the Mammoth persuasion, attempt this process with the larger, bouncing crystalline ‘licks’, with a shocking degree of success, such as they claim.
>[MA] Rudimentary Mining
The burrowing instincts and abilities of the Children in Whitefall are expanded upon via successive generations of Ichorous Evolution. In particular, an unusual soft mineral begins garnering interest of the more intelligent of the Children, though not to the degree of the salt, for its pliability when wet and its strength when hardened. As more and more of this material in Whitefall gets used, they begin referring to this new mineral as… Clay.
>[UI] [1DI] The singing Beast utilizes Ichor Conversion on Arktikana and moves his dance to (39,1), if only to witness such wonderful change of terrain.
Beautiful. Stunning. Brilliant. Such words pale in comparison to the enormous change happening to the land around the Beast, as it breaks apart into the sea. Dancing with glee atop the trembling surface tension of the ocean surrounding him, the Beast renewed his efforts to convert the living iceberg-breaker with vigor untold, transforming his passion into beautiful resonance.