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[creatorne]

“&– - Desperate times are imminent-- - the rain a courier of war.” Its voice holds a... complicated mix of emotions. Something ANTICIPATING, but unclear whether good or bad. // @the27percent liked for a lyrical starter!

[lobselvith]

ICHOR SODDEN HANDS CLENCH WITHIN THEM AN OBJECT. Feet planted to ceiling, back twisted at STRANGE ANGLES so that the eyeless may observe the one below them. Then fused phalanges unfurl so that the item falls with a diluted clang. A scalpel, long forgotten and THOROUGHLY DRENCHED. An device of aid, a unwanted solution to a problem, OR SOMETHING MORE A THREAT. He offers no answer, just creaking bones as they move 'neath stretched flesh and noises unbefitting the shape it takes. // OPEN STARTER

[eyehunger]

SILENCE, LIKE AN UNWELCOMED GUEST TRAIPSING OVER ITS MINDS CORRIDORS. A visitor that only came knocking when sleep stripped it down; but it was awake // VESSEL, AND SELF. A fluke-- - it reached, but only void greeted the abyss. IT COULD NOT FEEL ITS REALM // IT COULD NOT HEAR THE OTHER PARTS OF SELF. Silence, emptiness, absence. Nothing. Nothing nothing NOTHING. Silence welcomed reality, spilt past the mind; the God made not a noise, but cacophony traveled along the shared central mind link of the ulitharid and its illithids-- - which produced various ruckus that drowned out. Lost in the presence of the guests silence had brought with it; uncertainty, questioning, fear. Even claws digging into pallid skin they had been touching was not aggressive nor toying // AS IT WOULD NORMALLY BE. Surprised, reactive, sudden. // @demonwebs

[veinwalk]

@00110000exe LIKED THIS FOR A STARTER!

❝-—Can you BELIEVE people who pour the cereal in last? FUCKIN' CRIMINALS I say! ❞ He says, as he proceeds to fill his bowl of honeycombs with Rumchata

[creatorne]

THE REACTION GAINED WAS EXACTLY WHAT IT WOULD HAVE HOPED. Not out of maliciousness, but curiosity. Boredom perhaps too. INFORMATION IT HAD GAINED ABOUT HIM WAS MINIMAL, but not unsubstantial. Even this small test proved it in reaction so very atypical of an illithid, even more so an ulitharid. She would know, given own oddity the vesseled God was. “&– - If I had desire to harm you, I would've acted by now.” It purrs almost like a laugh-- - it was not that the others attempts were INAFFECTIVE on the great beast; it was that the whips against brain and hands pressed to maw were a worthy trade for now. “&– - I find it... fascinating that was your first reaction.” // @empcrer continued from HERE

[creatorne]

IT WAS AS IF THE ABYSS ITSELF HAD SUDDENLY GAINED A PULSE. Where seconds prior was pure darkness, next was the void squirming and a multitude of colors flowing in lines ripped through the blackness. THEN AN EYE, seemingly situated at the center when the expanse of it was unseen. Her shadow darkening the optic sun that had opened up deep in these depths. “&– - You travel to strange waters, Princess.” Recognition of title, but that was the most DUE RESPECT the God gave. Less acknowledgement, more as if a name spoken upon gnashing lips. It's voice remained ever neutral, the water seeming to rumble and breath around the royalty. “&– - Surely you do so with reason, 'lest this meeting be wasted for what can be gained. I will gain regardless, of course.” // @royalreef liked for a starter!

[eyehunger]

@rosawept chose to ❛   caress the face of the vesseled God

SOMETHING OF FAMILIARITY, SOMETHING THAT FEELS A MOCK OF THE PAST. Prior, such contact would've drawn enraptured noises from the base of the Old Ones throat-- - now, it mere brought the hold of golden hues to opposite ones. TRUTH HAD COME BACK TO IT. Ever recently, ever naturally. Even in this state, Knowledge was its and its alone; but the font of truth had not been a shared communion. Before it stood ENIGMA // CONTRIDICTION IT COULD SEE. Pen hand thought lost to the same expanse that held its shackles 'til key was found, now touched face. But she was only in parts-- - much like it. The difference lay in what they were in this moment. It was a severed limb of regenerative animal, puppeteering a desecrated shell. She, a blood transfusion with memories attached like bacteria. SHE WAS, AND SHE WASN'T. Oh how it craved to split open that mind, dig claws in, gift the memories missing // BUT THE MIND OF ITS MATE WAS NOT LIKE THAT OF A MORTAL. Not like that of other gods. There would be consequences it could not temper in such weakness as this. So instead, hand tipped with hardened claws mere rested over that which lay 'pon its weathered face. “&– - How I desire to strip you of the ignorance this vessel has befallen you... and that of the failures of mortal kind. How typical.” A rumble, mused words dripping off of green lips now greyed.

LOUD & DEAFENING SILENCE

[lobselvith]

' i wasn't looking for the truth, i was looking for tranquility. ' from vincent :^)

❛[ OBTAINED: MEMO ≻ accepting

THIS ROOM FESTERED WITH EXCEPTIONS, BUT NOT EXCLUSIONS. Depravity he wore was a RARE FIND in the wake of what following had evolved into-- - a different being may find a spot to consider it REFRESHING. Valtiel concerned self little with such; and noose of silence that hung with utterance strangled the cloying atmosphere of the room. Even the cacophony that oft clung to the Angel absent. A looming presence // BENT IDOL OF FLESH AND MEMORY.

❝Truth comes, whether invited or not❞-- - Thoughts of the Young Priest were melded like clay until it became ITS OWN WORDS. Neophyte of isolation, wearer of the title regardless. Be he not immune to what such comes with regardless of where interests lay // THIS COMMUNION PART OF THAT. As with those preceding, as with this moment, as with those that will come. ❝And it shall continue, in spite of what you seek. Fight it, and you shall suffocate.❞ // @arcadeian