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[creatorne]

BODY AFTER BODY AFTER BODY, YEAR AFTER DECADE AFTER CENTURY. The God, once a pinnacle of POWER AND REVER, had been left to crawl upon this planet as all but the smallest chunk within the first host had survived the great erasure. A piece the rest of the Gods had not seen or known about, an INCIDENTAL action that had saved it. It had kept mostly hidden; changing bodies when one started to malform too much. This time however it had let the vessel grow and twist, an amalgamation of the horror that was and the human that had been. A CALLING CARD // IT HAD WANTED TO BE FOUND.

AND ITS WISHES WERE EVENTUALLY MET. Looming over the other, multitudes of eyes idly looking at the guns raised around it // A PART OF IT ALL WAS AMUSING. Even in this state, such menial tools would only do so much... but it was not here for anything but what they also sought to do. “&– - I am one of many titles and names, however one constant is Mora. Though, it matters not does it-- - for your organization has a preference for numbers and labels. You are in the 9000s now, correct?... It has been quite a while since I've been able to keep tabs.” Mora does not hide the knowledge it owns // NOT, IT USES IT AS A FURTHER LURE. As if such is even necessary.

“&– - I will oblige without a fight.” Simply said, knowing fully well that such ease was NOT EXPECTED. The ring of maws twitches and drips with each word spoken, its tail slow scrapes along the floor. The shape of something that could TEAR AND REND, the speech of something far more intelligent. It's intent with to withdraw the curiosity within the other AND OPEN UP FURTHER DIALOGUE. And then further gain in the future. There was much it sought to gain. // @lncarnon continued from HERE

[haresvoid]

'ISOLATION NEVER BECAME A SIMPLIER THING. It did not REGRET parting from the Lich-- - their views were of opposition, and Omeluum desired change. (HOWEVER, IT COULD MISS HAVING COMPANY // AND THE ASPECTS THAT RESULTED IN LIFES EASE). Even to a creature such as itself, the underdark could arise problems when alone-- - alone and poorly maintained. Not starving // BUT HUNGER EBBED AND WEAKNESS EXISTED. Thus what had allowed injury to exist; arrows, lodged within shoulder and upper arm. Silvery blood welled around it-- - but it was aware their placement was more BENEFICIAL until salve could be produced.

'FORTUNATE THAT THE EXACT OBJECT NECESSARY WAS KNOWN. Coming upon the fanning fungus platted upon rocks edge, tentacles coated in enzymes worked to break it down into a paste-- - one of the slithering limbs STRAYING TO BEGIN EASING PROJECTILE OUT OF FLESH (FOCUS BROKEN BY A SHARP BRAINWAVE ENTERING PSIONIC SPHERE, FORM AND NOISE SOON TO FOLLOW IT). Glowing ambers focused upon face of presence, silence filling air and psychic mindspace. There was no GLOWERING HATE // OR DESIRE TO KILL within Omeluums eyes-- - but caution existed upon the Mind Flayers visage. It did not desire a fight, but its expectations of avoiding that or having to flee were low (STILL, IT ATTEMPTED CONVERSING). Mindvoice a light graze-- - “&– - I do not expect trust, but I do not seek to harm you and would like to avoid anything unnecessary.....” // OPEN STARTER BASED UPON THIS 'ALONE OME.LUUM' POST

[riftvice]

In - Midas and chaos 😈

❛[   ☣ NSFW PROMPTS ≻ accepting ! NOTES: In - Our muses involved in penetrative sex

`ISOLATION HAD ITS TIMES WHEN DESIRED. Not asocial, but after the day spent surrounded by buzzing mouths and BUSY BODIES, The Agent found themselves hungry for local behind closed doors and hushed halls. (THOUGH, IT WAS NOT A SOLO ONE THEY WERE WISHING FOR). A knot they were becoming more accustomed to had begun to twist within their core, and they had attempted subtlety to let the other know intents blossoming within voidial mind-- - ones that did not require a lab or anything beyond the two of them. (AT THE SAME TIME, SUBTLETY AND CHAOS WERE NOT QUITE SYNONYMS).

`BUT THE DIE HAD BEEN CASTED IN MOTION. The scientist found the couch to be of choice as they sat upon it, merely for proximities sake-- - mask already sans spot upon facade // OOZE A SLOWER RIPPLING THAN NORMAL (SLIGHT CURL OF EDGES WHERE A MOUTH MIGHT BE ON A MORE REALITY COMPLIANT BEING). Tendril peeled its way off of suits backing, daring to wrap around arm of Midas to tempt him closer (PERHAPS A BIT OF NEEDINESS FROM CHAOS, BUT THEY WOULD DENY IF SAID).

` “&– - Care to indulge me a bit?” Voice tuned with a purr to it, adjusting position a bit as other joined them- either side of the creatures legs met with familiar knees. Tendril unwound slowly to change focus, deft in its action of undoing Midas' belt and sliding between rim of pants (HANDS LEFT FREE TO REST ON PARTNERS HIPS). The craft appendage slipping clothing and slithering around member-- - teasing along the hardened length; TESTING, GUAGING (EVEN IN THIS A TOUCH OF THE EXPERIMENTER AND EXAMINER CAME TO LIFE). Hips lifting a tad at the mere contact of gilded hands around their own clothing seams, exposing the inky ooze tainted with the reddish flush of the beings reactionary instincts. Canvas stricken by the brighter crimson display of their INHUMAN organs.

`EVEN THE BRILLIANT COULD BECOME AS BASIC AS BEAST FROM TIME TO TIME. Pelvis shifting to brush slit against Midas' sex, silent request in its form-- - Chaos' own length below their internal organ straying to wander down to brush along the mans backside. Merely a slight SUGGESTION OF IT // BUT NOT QUITE TAKING THAT INTIATIVE THEMSELVES YET (WHILE MORE COMFORTABLE WITH THEIR WANTS, NOT FULLY BOLD YET). Tendril unwound itself from where it had been. Instead occupied by the feeling of the inhuman sensation of ooze being stretched almost like FLESH by insertion, the area of a slightly different composition then the rest of the beings matter-- - unhindered moan leaving the mawless being. Gloved phalanges TIGHTENING EVER SO SLIGHTLY around hips, small tug to bring proximity even closer. A slow INTENTIONAL ride up against the action-- - demanding more without a word needing spoken. // @muutos

[creatorne]

THE GOD NEED NOT A GRAND PRESENTATION TO KNOW WHEN TREPIDATION WAS IN THE ROOM. It was purely logic; one found out what it was, and it was PURE NATURE to feel fear. Worried. Anticipatory of something bad. A long tested fact, one of the few things that had not disappeared even in this state. Hazel eyes with a few too many color-bands watched like the predatory animal it was worried to be. “&– - Needn't worry about that. The one who previously inhabited is long gone... it is a closer approximation to say I am wearing a corpse now. Under my care, it simply doesn't rot.”

BUT THE OLD ONE WAS NOT HERE TO DISRUPT AND DISTURB. No, the cacophony of the location had not diminished with presence, business as usual. Except for between it and them. IT WISHED TO KEEP IT THAT WAY. The monster wised to keep peace for now at least. “&– - Water. I don't enjoy alcohol. Dries the throat.” A honest hand, a mundane response-- - a show of teeth held in check.

“&– - I'm not here for drinking, I am here for you. Or your brain.” It muses, letting that statement hold for seconds on end before letting out a slithering chuckle. “&– - Not to eat or control or anything, mind you. I want information. I imagine given your position you are quite the rumor gainer, hm?” // @unfortunatedarling continued from HERE

[eyehunger]

THE OBSERVER HAD BEEN WATCHING FOR A LONG, LONG TIME. Before now, before this group-- - they were just another part of a larger expanse. Was the parasite the same as the beginning, or were memories merely passed from instance to instance? Such things were BELOW IT // as were petty things like territorial worries or what else would've caused other monsters roaming the basin to track the group. From a precise distance, even when it was seen // IT HAD DONE LITTLE TO TRY TO PREVENT SUCH A THING FROM HAPPENING.

CURIOSITY WAS NOT INACCURATE, EITHER. Chronically curious was the beast, finding fit to toy with mechanics, aspects of terrain, other creatures... but this was not some act of idle mind-feed. NOR THAT OF MOUTH. The young one, yes, he was the one. He had answers to WHAT IT WANTED-- - around the neck was wrapped the evidence of the ones she had seen creating the would-be bodies. Something final. AND THUS AT A PRECISE MOMENT, A MOVE WAS MADE.

ISOLATION, JUST ENOUGH, THAT WAS WHAT IT HAD NEEDED. The... humans, that was the word for them.... were always quicker to action than thought. Other bodies taken had been CHOPPED, SEVERED, PULVERIZED. Avoiding of that was preferable-- - grasp was careful but firm, bringing Nata up to eyestalks open and aware. From maw came clicks and pops. Finding the means to reorganize sound into THEIR TYPES.

BUT INSTEAD CAME A CRACK TO BACK OF MANTLE, A DISCONNECT OF SENSES. Sharp, withdrawing of command from limbs as a terrible sound ripped from opened beak. More frustration than pain-- - foolish creatures! Urge to let spikes drive into the offending hand was HALTED, but hisses dripped from it in the same viscosity as of the oil ready to ignite.

NO FIRE CAME, AND THE SWIRLING TENTACLES DID NOT ACT TO REND. One became barrier near path of hunter and the others, another two encircled around the boy // BUT DID NOT GRAB THIS TIME. Flat to ground, massive walls of flesh as its fluid form lowered once more to be near face. Noises cascading before finding some SEMBALANCE of mimic to things heard before. “&– - Don't...... run.......” Emotion intent was ABSENT from vocalization so alien and broken between the mockery of language; whether threat or insistence purer held no indication. // @wylkstone continued from HERE

[illithidparasite]

DISPLEASURE WAFTS LIKE A FAIR PERFUME ON THE EDGE OF THE HIVE AWARENESS. Such a petty thing it would state beneath it, but there was a DELIGHT DERIVED of Gods beneath it. All were, after all-- - in essence, of course, but also many in physical existence. Hermaeus Mora was nothing if not immense, and yet still more does it become near always even if the tap was beginning to wane where once it flowed. But even in such a comparably miniscule shape, still yet it towers over another God in own vessel.

RARE WAS IT THAT A THREAT MANAGES TO PIERCE THE HIDE OF THE GREAT EYE THOUGH. That of injury or mauling are but amusing barking of feeble individuals // THAT OF SLEEP... enough to make tentacles make a snappish curl and a sharp dagger of disdain traverse the mind link of colony. Individual illithids at shadows outskirts react to the stab unrequested. “&– - It's beyond such pathetic requirements.” Between lie and a truth-- - self inside far beyond, the body still NOT COMPLETELY RELIEVED. Not yet. The longer it remains, the longer the duration between sleep becomes. The Mind Flayer sleep habits far surpassed other mortals too-- - connected minds meant lack of silence, but none of this it'd speak for it was no fool. It would never FREELY disclose an edge over its most hated activity. “&– - But if primordial requirements are what you offer, I will take that of the mouth and of the stomachs own instead.” // @sssseth continued from HERE

[eyehunger]

IT HARDLY TOOK BEING THE GOD OF KNOWLEDGE REQUIRED TO KNOW HOW THIS WOULD GO. And in some unabsent degree, this was a test-- - to see what restraint its Attaché may exhibit. LOYAL, BUT NOT SUBDUED LIKE LOWER RUNGS. Other devoted of the Great Eye would kneel at mere sight regardless of form taken. Eyes could see the cracks as they begun to form beneath the surface // BEGINNING AS STATEMENT. To which a cool coyness already present continued. “&– - Most would say the common presentations of self are not absent of such descriptors.” Granted, most did not see the hard carapace or jagged edges beyond that of statues and iconography in its image // SOMETHING MORE FLUID, SOMETHING MORE PLIANT.

CONTACT IT KNEW WAS THE LAST PIECE OF A LOSING BATTLE. Didn't even need to pry into mind with the established touch to see what came next // LIFTED, AS IF IT WAS MERELY WHAT IT DISPLAYED AT THIS MOMENT. Not what was inside. Hiss did not bubble forth, touch not precisely despised even in this shape. “&– - That shall not happen. The benefit of this vessel will be momentary, and nothing more.” Still, no command nor action against comes // GIVING IMPRESSION MORA COULD FIND PURPOSE IN THIS // or some plan was surely brewing. “&– - I'm feeling.... hm.... generous enough to allow this, though. But expectations of payment returned will of course come.” // @demonwebs continued from HERE

[brainburrow]

THE VEIL OF NIGHT PROVIDED PROTECTION, BUT NOT IMMUNITY. Quiet, those that were not in a building asleep, in a drunken stupor, or did not turn an eye // THE REAL WORRY WAS ANY PATROLLING GUARDS. Her height was a double edge sword-- - keep a watchful eye at risk of presenting a body to all the more. “&– - We're almost up to the mill.” A grimace fell upon features looking at the bloody trail that had really started up after body had snagged on a sharpened rock, or piece of scrap perhaps // NOT GREAT, BUT HOPEFULLY THEY'D BE LONG GONE BEFORE MORNING.

TOUCHED TO CLOTH-FREE ARM, RUBY PAINTED ALONG LICHEN GREEN SCALE. Warmth on that which stayed a number of degrees cooler, seeping between scutes where skin hugged muscles-- - lopsided smile drawn. “&– - You're overexaggerating my abilities... also mind flayer mucous and blood would be a bad combo for stabilization, you know.” Well, and also the risk of UPSET, HUNGRY TENTACLES // but that didn't matter when it came to playful jesting that would not come to fruition. Though despite the cool composure, a slow flick of tail gave away how the compliments were hitting a mark. She was far from immune to them. “&– - Trying to butter me up so I'll do it instead, huh?” Hand lightly pushes shoulder, an amused snort leaving nostrils.

EYES THE COLOR OF A BLUSH THAT COULD NOT RISE UPON FLESH LOOKED AROUND. Near the farm, even less were around... and this close, well... “&– - Fine, fine-- - I'm not completely immune to flattery.” Body was scooped into arms, A BIT AWKWARD. Not weight but position- over shoulder would be easier, but this way it was even less likely to be seen. Continuing up steps as she felt blood dripping over front. “&– -I don't know... I knew a couple mind flayers before all this and strength really isn't their strong suit. Physically, I mean. The jaw and tentacles can be, but more meant to pin and extract not hold and carry. Psionics can truly work wonders however.” Knew... still knows... but this is an area Kasaen is cautious about revealing. “&– -As far as what it has to offer for this trade, I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't curious. Still need to be cautious... don't know how integrated it is to the colony hivemind yet, and whether this is some bigger play its pulling.” // @girlmortis continued from here