Ancestral Connection

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Shrouded in a thick mist when it rains.
Azurite deposit shine bright during the Vaeroth swamps mist but also lure demonic creatures.
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Ancestral Connection

Post by Allen Momoto » Thu Jun 13, 2019 12:42 pm

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Sounds of feet sinking into the murky waters and gooing under-bed of the swamp. The climate tended t stick to flesh humid and muggy was the atmosphere was not a place he would normally find comfort. But the Woods final words rang deep within." You are similar to a Child of Dust. Lifes essences echo twice within you". He had pondered over this for four days now trying to make a connection, create some type of attachment to what seemed to him, t be some form of sentiment. A clue? Not having a home now anywhere all he could do was walk and think, think and question everything he was processing. Why did things have to be this way? Why was he forced to walk this world in solitude? He truly was beginning to feel like a monster.

Insects of all kinds and sizes made trie way to different flora even engaging in the primal war of eat or be eaten. His presence was being hidden he didn't want to alert any unnecessary attention. Tis domain, it was completely foreign to him, he couldn't begin to account for its many possible dangers. A lone wolf at heart though he still walked unaided by the terrain. As irritating as it might have been the pungent smell of the ecosystem and the beauty of its symbiotic oneness was putting him in a surprisingly better mood. Something about beings amongst life in its various form always brought him some form of solace. It did bring up bouts of anxiety forever since taking life for the first time he was questioned whether its safe for him to remain around anyone. Especially not the powerful.

So he treks upon a path of seclusion whilst seeking answers to whether he...has a family. Nagase referencing The Wood s a "Mother" planted seed of curiosity in him. A mother, the person who gave birth to him. He couldn't even remeber her face, or if he ever met her r his father. Did he have those kinds of bonds with other beings on this planet? The questions fluttered unfiltered and unanswered in his mind. As he moved further through the muck he spotted a path more slid than the rest. Making his way towards it he caught a whiff of something...fowl...and dangerous. His eyes flashed revealing his lime green feline like mirrors. He could now control his dual sight interchangeably, one of Boras many gifts to the creature. Turning his head swiftly to the direction where the scent was the strongest he jumped to the side as a beast the size of a tiger rushed past him attempting to gouge its fangs into his skull. His swift movements earned him a graceful doge with only a single hair of his singular braid was lost to the wind. Muck splashed as the beast crashed into its surface getting it over Allen exposed chest and arms. His face befell with a grimace as the snarling predator glared at him with eyes bloodshot red radiating a horrid intent to maul Allen.
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Another one?

He thought this was the third wolf to attack him. It was odd for what he knew of these creatures from a bestiary of the orc left in his satchel were that he hunted in groups. So Why did they only confront him one on one? Intervals between assaults...but each stronger, faster than the last. It was odd. A mighty howl bellowed from the belly of the creature before it Charged again, this time Alen would not move an inch. His adrenaline was pumping and is naten was aggravated. As the beast reaches the apex of its leap he would sen his leg crashing into its right side with enough force to possibly crush its rib cage. His leg was harder than steel thanks to increasing the iron in his bloodstream to coagulate and harden his legs increasing the power of the blow. Again the beast spalt in the ground sending thick ripples in the murk upon impact. Hit quickly got up again wincing in pain as it did so. Ready to put an end t this bout Allen began allowing his blood to low out of the orifices on his back. As it came forth and congealed he would see the dark essence of yet another wolf making its way from the shadows. That wail released from the beast earlier must've been a rallying call. Were...were these beast testing him? Gauging his abilities and acclimating their numbers accordingly? He never regarded such creature capable of high thinking process and planning. Unless...they belonged to a being that could...


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Re: Ancestral Connection

Post by Allen Momoto » Fri Jun 14, 2019 1:37 am

Neither side moved, silence gripped the air around them wrapping them in a field of quiet anticipation. Searching for an opening, the first to move would die quickest. Allen stayed calm, bubbling within him was a sensation. Anxiousness birthed from his growing interest in these wolves. He had a theory, the Wood it spoke of Allen's blood "taking". From Bora he took memories, ties, and understanding. Though it wrought more questions as he found conclusions it became easier to navigate these pathways. The Blood...

Blood...the key...the pathway...

Moments had passed as his own serum gathered. His eyes narrowed...he stopped hiding his presence and upon doing so a fearsome rush of his blood lust soaked the area. It hit the wolves like a downward flux in gravity causing the weakened one to struggle to stand. Its partner took note of this and new that if it sent it to attack it would be killed. It though grappling with its own primal urges to flew was receiving some mandated courage. A surge of naten flowed into it causing its bravery to bolster. It growled raggedly before taking off at a speed even Allen would find difficulty avoiding. But avoid he would not.

"Reach"

A call, a command. His blood readily took the shape of a long of clawed appendages. Spanning 10 meters in length one of the tendrils initially jolted towards the beast widening and hardening as form makeshift shied to deaded the wolfs impact. The moment this occurred the second claw would think into a spear-like protrusion and send its being deep within the gut of the creature. A sharp and piercing shriek came from the beast which furthered the weight the first creature was under. A ghastly wail of horror escaped its mouth before its body began to glow with a black hue. The blood of the rapidly dying Wolfe covered Allen in its essence. It was warm to the touch and furthered his growing anxiousness. What was controlling these creatures, these beast were not the holders of these emotions. Something deeply rooted in the swamp cared for this mongrels. It must have been what was organizing the attacks. He would know of it...

The glowing wolf would begin to spew a noxious miasma from its mouth that quickly gained ownership of the area. Weary of this gas he would toss the body and use his claw to thrust him atop a tree. Though whittled as it was it just barely supported his weight. Glancing down he could faintly see the glimmers of the beast naten. Something was jamming his area of vision. Though with this new vantage point he could see seven other naten signatures outside the range of the fog making their way there rapidly.

"And the so...the move is made..."

He thought as he closed his eyes. By how fast they were moving he had barely 45 seconds to prepare this last stand effort. He took a deep breath causing his naten to whim itself ready to be spun. His blood began to gush out and fall unto the ground and in the neighboring muck."Fester" another command, his blood-drenched the ground, the neighboring fauna gorging themselves on his power. A few seconds went by before his eyes opened.

"If your master truly cares for you..."

The ground began to rumble as he went on

"To the frontlines war, they should've come..."

The viscosity of the claws became like that or rubber. Thinning them out and widening them to wing like contusions. He lept single flap of his wings had enough for to propel him upward. Spreading them out he halted. His blood ding its job in setting the stage. The wolves were just about to reach his position. With as much might as he could muster he sent himself toward the ground below with staggering speed. Like a blood red comet, he hit the ground and upon impact, the shockwaves away the miasma, the ground cracked and from its crevices, a horrendous fragment of nature emerged.
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Sepentous movements are what met the pack of wolves as the thickly barbed vines ensnared and dug their way into their flesh Allen would be seen rising. Accompanying this slight ascension would be 5 widely opened mouths. The heads of his creatures ready to feast n the meal they captured. The only one that would not be entangled in this was the one who called. Allen began to walk toward it, stifled by fear it could not run. Its breath was ragged, it had expended much of its naten concocting that fog. It eyes flushed with desperation and hatred as they darted from one comrade to the other being torn to pieces. A low guttural growl as released as he stood now directly over the creature.

"You now know what solitude it... a true Lone wolf..."

His claws shrunk and merged into a single blade like creation. Vines erupted holding the beast down. Fear often brought the truth to the forefront of most individuals heart. And if this wolf was truly attached to another their conjoined emotions would reveal that truth. A quick as painless of a jab as possible happened quickly. The blood of the wolf was dropped in small beads unto Allen's tongue. The moment he ingested it his naten felt began tapping into its sway as he began to explore the pathway. Visions of a horned specter flashed by, clawed and deformed but attached...feelings of sadness, loss. A disdain for the living. Its domain a cave? A borough more it seemed. The visions soon subsided and the beast whimpered. Allen stood there, slowly being released from his trance. He glared at the creature.

"Go, of my mercy let you master know, speak also of the coming...my coming... and that there will be no such mercy for them..."

The five-headed plant beast stood brazen and tall, chunks of flesh and fur stuck tp its maw that drooled menacingly almost smiling at the cowardly creature. The small flesh wound wouldn't take long to heal the most the messenger had to deal with was the pain of seeing its pack massacred in front of it knowing it was powerless to stop them. It eased its was, sulking backward its head down but its eyes never left Allens until it finally faded into the black of the swamp. Allen would stroke one of the heads before they began to return from the ground they came from. Allen would now make his way t the solid path of land he spotted earlier, tis time untested by the creatures of the swamp...
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