07-16-2016, 09:33 PM
THE EARTH IS ALIVE, AND MAN IS A PARASITE.
AND HEAVENLY BODIES MAKE US FIGHT.
There is not a moment to lose, and with haste and with his marred pelt still engulfed in white-hot, sapphire tinted flames, he lowers his thick, massive neck to breathe a heavy stream of flames along the otherwise dried, wilting grasses of the flatland. With a steady canter, he surrounds the simple, deceiving little shack in a growing, roaring fire, which begins to crawl through the thin air and brush gently along the glowing force field, which weakens with each passing moment. Deep within, he knows that it will not hold them at bay for long, and as the heavy, flickering flames begin to simmer across his untouched flesh, he bathes himself in a layer of frost to extinguish the heat. It feels familiar and stirs a longing in his heart that he had desperately attempted to drown out (a part of him knew he may never see his beloved family and iceland again, but he grips onto the throbbing sensation of woe and uses it to fuel the rampant anger that swells within his chest.
The frost soon melts away, leaving him damp and slick, yet cool to the touch - it is now that he presses the flat of his cheek against Grumblesnakes’ shoulder, urging him towards the door as the flames grow closer and closer to where he stands, trembling and uttering terrified phrases beneath bated breath. The heat from the searing flames is scalding, and if it were even an inch closer, it would surely cause destruction to either one of them. The lanky ex-fairy godfather clings closer to the matted locks of hair that lay moist against his marred coat and he presses him through the crooked door, which once more expands around his massive, behemoth form to allow him passage.
Soon, Grumblesnakes seems to shake himself of his frightened reverie and he flees, with a massive, rippling force of muscle cantering after him. His heart pounds against the strict confines of his rib cage, and the blood floods through his veins with the force of adrenaline. Soon, they each reach the end of the long passageway, which glimmers beneath the glowing light of the vibrant, refracting quartz that line the ceiling. His own crimson eyes glimmer with uncertainty, staring at the panting, wary Grumblesnakes, who reaches out gently to stroke his terse cheek. He does not flinch now, but his brow (at least, were he to have a more pronounced one) furrows. ”You’re my last hope, darling,” he murmurs, but Offspring stares defiantly at him.
”It isn’t over yet.”
Then suddenly, a stirring. His searing red eyes peer beyond the gangly man before him, fury festering once more within his chest as he prepares himself to act defensively - but laying sprawled in the very corner of the passage, between a cabinet of personal belongings and a heavy, golden tapestry lay the useless, drunk hunk of worthless fairy that had loomed around the fortress for several days. He studies him with disdain for several moments, but his ear turns to listen to the heavy echo of shrill, tormented screams (undoubtedly as the fairies encounter the obstinate white-hot flames that protect the fortress) followed by a magical battering ram pounding away at the fortified door by those who manage to make it past his defense unscathed. There isn’t much time, he knows.
The feeble, shaking man presses against his firm, taut shoulder for support, and gently, Offspring huffs - his wide nostrils flaring as the sounds continue to echo. He cannot stand still any longer, and he can see the vibrant color of their skin (both Grumblesnakes’ and Stumbleducks’) beginning to fade away to a sickly, dull gray, and he is certain that he is their last and only hope. Memories flicker momentarily, to having his scars tortuously split apart, to his painfully frigid, frozen heart pounding to the point of nearly exploding - and yet, the halter that has since fallen away mottled his memory, diluting the very face and figure behind the relentless torture. He cannot remember the pieces that led him to this very moment, but something within him pushes him to act. He cannot remain idle any longer.
Veering away from the two, he canters to the edge of the passageway and pauses near two massive pillars on each side, casting a glance back to his befuddled master and his drunken companion. The echoes of the heavy pounding on the door echo louder, but he closes his eyes tightly, focusing heavily on the task at hand. Slowly, a glimmering shield of red and yellow once more emerges and crawls along the heavy cobblestone walls, encompassing each and every object and item within the passageway with a heavy blanket of force field fueled protection. It creeps inch by inch, nearing the very end, but he finds himself growing tired from the pure exertion of it all. His heart pounds again in his chest - thud, thud, THUD
At last, the force field cradling the two helpless, terrified fairies within is sealed, and with a weary look, Offspring veers his massive neck to the left, one dark eye peering at the fairies that pour in from the still scorching, burning exterior. Two press past him, thick orbs of white burning from their very palms as they run eagerly and recklessly towards the nearly invisible force field. Knowing the very danger lurking within the magic of the force field, he paces away, circling around in the broad hall as he is struck by a sudden bolt of fire from unknown source, which sears his skin and leaves a long streak of torn flesh. He cries out, voice strained in rage and anguish - but his voice is not the only one to echo in the chamber. The fairies from moments before finally come into contact with the hefty, glittering barrier and the unseen force absorbs their power, surging with a tingle of electricity - promptly engulfing the shrieking figures in thousands of bolts of electricity, searing their flesh and causing the whites of their eyes to melt down along their sallow cheeks beneath the immense heat and electrical current. Soon, they lay against the cold cobblestone floor, blood seeping from their ears as their bodies melds hotly into the ground.
The sight causes a few of the fairies still lunging themselves towards the massive, towering stallion to still, stunned. Those nearing the force field now step back, wary of it, though their eyes now burn with a loathing for a new target. Though growing weaker by the moment, he takes this moment of brief reprieve to engulf his marred, obsidian pelt in white-hot flames again, a familiar engagement that fails to tire him in the same way other magic might have. He grunts loudly at the impact of two bodies against his hot, burning flesh, and their shrieks cause an ache deep within his own soul and mind - a sound he is certain he will never forget. The flames had appeared too suddenly for their pumping legs to cease in time, and now they lay against the cobblestone, crying out and writhing in utter torment as their flesh falls away from their sinewy tissue and bone.
He does not have a moment to waste - a fourth surrounds him from the rear, a heavy orb of purple glowing in his crafty hands, but he does not hesitate. Pressing the heft of his weight onto his two forelegs, he lifts up his hind end and launches his massive, powerful legs towards him. With two heavy fractures to the chest cavity, the fairy is left gasping breathlessly as he tumbles across the painfully hard, solid flood, crumbling into a heap against a distant wall - before a massive explosion rattles the very foundation of the fortress. He turns once more to witness the carnage of his own prowess, only to see rumble and tingling bolts of electricity pulsating from the wreckage.
Five down, one to go.
The flames begin to simmer as exhaustion slowly settles into his weary, tired bones, and he gasps as agonizing pain rips through him. A heavy white shield encapsulates him, forcing a pressure he has never known against his hefty, broad body. It cripples him, forcing him to the hard, cold cobblestone as the weight of it pushes the flames not only against his flesh, but beyond it. A fairy smiles menacingly above him as she begins to manipulate the flames he once held such strength over, but now they begin to penetrate his pores, melting away at the delicate fatty tissue. He is overcome, and is powerless to stop it.
Sweat rises to the surface of his tired flesh, causing a hot steam to rise from the surface. His skin begins to bubble and pus rapidly from the white-hot heat, which draws away any moisture from his tissue and leaves him as a festering wound. His skin shifts over his flinching, trembling muscles as he rests his cheek against the cool stone - the neurons within his mind fire off in a million directions, but a delicate haze washes over him as his nerve endings give way to the excruciating pain. The world begins to fade to black, with nothing but the gentle but vengeful cackle of the young female looming over him echoing over, and over in his mind ..
And then, as quickly as it had all begun, it was over.
It was over. He had failed. He had failed him. He had failed her.
Gently, his heavy eyelids close over tired, red eyes.
I tried, Isle. I tried so hard to get back to you. I love you. I'm .. sorry.
The frost soon melts away, leaving him damp and slick, yet cool to the touch - it is now that he presses the flat of his cheek against Grumblesnakes’ shoulder, urging him towards the door as the flames grow closer and closer to where he stands, trembling and uttering terrified phrases beneath bated breath. The heat from the searing flames is scalding, and if it were even an inch closer, it would surely cause destruction to either one of them. The lanky ex-fairy godfather clings closer to the matted locks of hair that lay moist against his marred coat and he presses him through the crooked door, which once more expands around his massive, behemoth form to allow him passage.
Soon, Grumblesnakes seems to shake himself of his frightened reverie and he flees, with a massive, rippling force of muscle cantering after him. His heart pounds against the strict confines of his rib cage, and the blood floods through his veins with the force of adrenaline. Soon, they each reach the end of the long passageway, which glimmers beneath the glowing light of the vibrant, refracting quartz that line the ceiling. His own crimson eyes glimmer with uncertainty, staring at the panting, wary Grumblesnakes, who reaches out gently to stroke his terse cheek. He does not flinch now, but his brow (at least, were he to have a more pronounced one) furrows. ”You’re my last hope, darling,” he murmurs, but Offspring stares defiantly at him.
”It isn’t over yet.”
Then suddenly, a stirring. His searing red eyes peer beyond the gangly man before him, fury festering once more within his chest as he prepares himself to act defensively - but laying sprawled in the very corner of the passage, between a cabinet of personal belongings and a heavy, golden tapestry lay the useless, drunk hunk of worthless fairy that had loomed around the fortress for several days. He studies him with disdain for several moments, but his ear turns to listen to the heavy echo of shrill, tormented screams (undoubtedly as the fairies encounter the obstinate white-hot flames that protect the fortress) followed by a magical battering ram pounding away at the fortified door by those who manage to make it past his defense unscathed. There isn’t much time, he knows.
The feeble, shaking man presses against his firm, taut shoulder for support, and gently, Offspring huffs - his wide nostrils flaring as the sounds continue to echo. He cannot stand still any longer, and he can see the vibrant color of their skin (both Grumblesnakes’ and Stumbleducks’) beginning to fade away to a sickly, dull gray, and he is certain that he is their last and only hope. Memories flicker momentarily, to having his scars tortuously split apart, to his painfully frigid, frozen heart pounding to the point of nearly exploding - and yet, the halter that has since fallen away mottled his memory, diluting the very face and figure behind the relentless torture. He cannot remember the pieces that led him to this very moment, but something within him pushes him to act. He cannot remain idle any longer.
Veering away from the two, he canters to the edge of the passageway and pauses near two massive pillars on each side, casting a glance back to his befuddled master and his drunken companion. The echoes of the heavy pounding on the door echo louder, but he closes his eyes tightly, focusing heavily on the task at hand. Slowly, a glimmering shield of red and yellow once more emerges and crawls along the heavy cobblestone walls, encompassing each and every object and item within the passageway with a heavy blanket of force field fueled protection. It creeps inch by inch, nearing the very end, but he finds himself growing tired from the pure exertion of it all. His heart pounds again in his chest - thud, thud, THUD
At last, the force field cradling the two helpless, terrified fairies within is sealed, and with a weary look, Offspring veers his massive neck to the left, one dark eye peering at the fairies that pour in from the still scorching, burning exterior. Two press past him, thick orbs of white burning from their very palms as they run eagerly and recklessly towards the nearly invisible force field. Knowing the very danger lurking within the magic of the force field, he paces away, circling around in the broad hall as he is struck by a sudden bolt of fire from unknown source, which sears his skin and leaves a long streak of torn flesh. He cries out, voice strained in rage and anguish - but his voice is not the only one to echo in the chamber. The fairies from moments before finally come into contact with the hefty, glittering barrier and the unseen force absorbs their power, surging with a tingle of electricity - promptly engulfing the shrieking figures in thousands of bolts of electricity, searing their flesh and causing the whites of their eyes to melt down along their sallow cheeks beneath the immense heat and electrical current. Soon, they lay against the cold cobblestone floor, blood seeping from their ears as their bodies melds hotly into the ground.
The sight causes a few of the fairies still lunging themselves towards the massive, towering stallion to still, stunned. Those nearing the force field now step back, wary of it, though their eyes now burn with a loathing for a new target. Though growing weaker by the moment, he takes this moment of brief reprieve to engulf his marred, obsidian pelt in white-hot flames again, a familiar engagement that fails to tire him in the same way other magic might have. He grunts loudly at the impact of two bodies against his hot, burning flesh, and their shrieks cause an ache deep within his own soul and mind - a sound he is certain he will never forget. The flames had appeared too suddenly for their pumping legs to cease in time, and now they lay against the cobblestone, crying out and writhing in utter torment as their flesh falls away from their sinewy tissue and bone.
He does not have a moment to waste - a fourth surrounds him from the rear, a heavy orb of purple glowing in his crafty hands, but he does not hesitate. Pressing the heft of his weight onto his two forelegs, he lifts up his hind end and launches his massive, powerful legs towards him. With two heavy fractures to the chest cavity, the fairy is left gasping breathlessly as he tumbles across the painfully hard, solid flood, crumbling into a heap against a distant wall - before a massive explosion rattles the very foundation of the fortress. He turns once more to witness the carnage of his own prowess, only to see rumble and tingling bolts of electricity pulsating from the wreckage.
Five down, one to go.
The flames begin to simmer as exhaustion slowly settles into his weary, tired bones, and he gasps as agonizing pain rips through him. A heavy white shield encapsulates him, forcing a pressure he has never known against his hefty, broad body. It cripples him, forcing him to the hard, cold cobblestone as the weight of it pushes the flames not only against his flesh, but beyond it. A fairy smiles menacingly above him as she begins to manipulate the flames he once held such strength over, but now they begin to penetrate his pores, melting away at the delicate fatty tissue. He is overcome, and is powerless to stop it.
Sweat rises to the surface of his tired flesh, causing a hot steam to rise from the surface. His skin begins to bubble and pus rapidly from the white-hot heat, which draws away any moisture from his tissue and leaves him as a festering wound. His skin shifts over his flinching, trembling muscles as he rests his cheek against the cool stone - the neurons within his mind fire off in a million directions, but a delicate haze washes over him as his nerve endings give way to the excruciating pain. The world begins to fade to black, with nothing but the gentle but vengeful cackle of the young female looming over him echoing over, and over in his mind ..
And then, as quickly as it had all begun, it was over.
It was over. He had failed. He had failed him. He had failed her.
Gently, his heavy eyelids close over tired, red eyes.
I tried, Isle. I tried so hard to get back to you. I love you. I'm .. sorry.
OFFSPRING
the ice king of the tundra
TLDR:
Five dead, one living.
Killed two from an electric force field protecting Grumblesnapes and Stumbledick, two killed from physically attacking him while he was again engulfed in white fire. One killed from being kicked and having their own magic orb explode from the impact. The sixth engulfed Offy in a force field that kept his flames close to his body until it delved beneath his skin, cooking him from the inside and melting away his fatty deposits and flesh. At the end, he blacks out from the pain.