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7/22/2025, 7:53:41 PM
>>6278676
Hot bile rises in your throat as the reality of the situation settles in: you hunted this bastard for DAYS. Pushed your wings to the limit! Slept in caves and crevasses!
… and you broke ties with the closest thing you had to friends.
The vines around you crackle as hellish flames rise from your skin! Leaping to the forest floor, you follow the howls and clicks to their source: the foul-smelling corpse of a demon whose scent you don’t even recognize… which means they were either really cautious, or not too strong at all!
The reality of the situation settles in as hellfire spreads to the snow-covered ground around you. Their meal interrupted, the pack of beaked beasts whimper and yowl at the Hell you’ve brought to their dinner… but one refuses to bow to your might.
Bellowing as it strides past its packmates comes THE ALPHA: it’s hard to say whether it’s a male or female, but you don’t really care…
You’re angry... and there’s only a few ways you know of that can cheer you up!
“Ant!”
The whisper at your side takes you by surprise, to say the least! Roused from watching and listening to Rezalith reenact her big brawl with the Beakwolves and their pack leader, sound effects and all, you might add, you turn your attention to the pint-sized performer sitting next to you! Yea, babe?
“What do you thi-” She pauses mid-sentence with blood-red cheeks as she registers your response. “... What do you think that spell was she casted?” A wry grin forms on her still-crimson face. “... Stud?”
You haven’t the foggiest, you shrug, flinching as Rezalith fills the cabin with the loudest ‘CRRRRSSSHSHHHHKKSKK!’ you’ve ever heard! Magic’s not really your wheelhouse… well, not Fantasy Magic, at least.
“I don’t like it…” Mutters the musician under her breath. “I only know a spell or two, but I know enough to know they don’t tend to fizzle out without something happening…”
You blink. She knows magic?
“Nothing fancy…” Tzah-Tzie replies sheepishly! “Oulster’s Ringing Reverb… Greater Volume, Tarkannen’s Major Tuning…”
“HEY!” Snarls the devil as she balances atop her chair, “You’re gonna miss the best part!”
What about the part where she investigates the corpse, you fire back! She said it was… what, rancid?
“Did the Maakar get to it first!?” Sputters Volka with horror in her eyes! “Beakwolves juiced up on Greater Demon Blood… no THANKS!”
“Those things were munching on it when I came to, yea…” Frowns the fiend, “But as I was saying BEFORE EVERYBODY STOPPED LISTENIIIIIIIING, none of those beaked boors I ate had any hint of demon in ‘em. Zero.”
>CONTD.
Hot bile rises in your throat as the reality of the situation settles in: you hunted this bastard for DAYS. Pushed your wings to the limit! Slept in caves and crevasses!
… and you broke ties with the closest thing you had to friends.
The vines around you crackle as hellish flames rise from your skin! Leaping to the forest floor, you follow the howls and clicks to their source: the foul-smelling corpse of a demon whose scent you don’t even recognize… which means they were either really cautious, or not too strong at all!
The reality of the situation settles in as hellfire spreads to the snow-covered ground around you. Their meal interrupted, the pack of beaked beasts whimper and yowl at the Hell you’ve brought to their dinner… but one refuses to bow to your might.
Bellowing as it strides past its packmates comes THE ALPHA: it’s hard to say whether it’s a male or female, but you don’t really care…
You’re angry... and there’s only a few ways you know of that can cheer you up!
“Ant!”
The whisper at your side takes you by surprise, to say the least! Roused from watching and listening to Rezalith reenact her big brawl with the Beakwolves and their pack leader, sound effects and all, you might add, you turn your attention to the pint-sized performer sitting next to you! Yea, babe?
“What do you thi-” She pauses mid-sentence with blood-red cheeks as she registers your response. “... What do you think that spell was she casted?” A wry grin forms on her still-crimson face. “... Stud?”
You haven’t the foggiest, you shrug, flinching as Rezalith fills the cabin with the loudest ‘CRRRRSSSHSHHHHKKSKK!’ you’ve ever heard! Magic’s not really your wheelhouse… well, not Fantasy Magic, at least.
“I don’t like it…” Mutters the musician under her breath. “I only know a spell or two, but I know enough to know they don’t tend to fizzle out without something happening…”
You blink. She knows magic?
“Nothing fancy…” Tzah-Tzie replies sheepishly! “Oulster’s Ringing Reverb… Greater Volume, Tarkannen’s Major Tuning…”
“HEY!” Snarls the devil as she balances atop her chair, “You’re gonna miss the best part!”
What about the part where she investigates the corpse, you fire back! She said it was… what, rancid?
“Did the Maakar get to it first!?” Sputters Volka with horror in her eyes! “Beakwolves juiced up on Greater Demon Blood… no THANKS!”
“Those things were munching on it when I came to, yea…” Frowns the fiend, “But as I was saying BEFORE EVERYBODY STOPPED LISTENIIIIIIIING, none of those beaked boors I ate had any hint of demon in ‘em. Zero.”
>CONTD.
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