🐝 bee (2) compendium 🐝

[cynomorpha]

Who:

💀 Creeping Dust cynomorpha

What: Catch-all for one-offs.
When: Whenever
Where: Around
Content Warnings: To be updated as we go.

CREEPING DUST

🐝 BEE CREW 🐝

CODE BY TESSISAMESS

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IT'S MAGIC (cw: no it's horror)

[cynomorpha]

🎶 Sun o))) - Black One

[ The Coldblood disrupts the way that he feels the world around him. But it's not fair to blame only that, the world that is around him is new. He is so used to the howling ghosts of his Kingdom. Instead, this place, it thrums like a heartbeat, sings like a faraway star. Without the Coldblood, he thinks it might be more dangerous to him. It is an intoxicating lullaby. The ice in his blood keeps him sharp, alert. To resist it on his own merits he would need... Connection. Eyes to stare into. Hearts to steady.

He exhales slowly, purposefully, and centers himself in the pinpricks of frost and lightning.

He knows the curse he wants to cast well. Terror. He is not, however, certain of how the spell will react in this realm. That is why he is going to find out. He inhales, tastes ozone through his lungs and blood in his mouth. The symbol he draws in the air is wreathed with electricity. Crackling. He speaks the word and thunder crashes: ]

Terror.

[ And it washes over him. He closes his eyes and lets it. The world around him and his curse warps. Where there was once quiet evening sounds, there instead the low droning of something from deep beneath the earth. Its ominous voice breaks at times into high-pitched ringing. Other hateful voices join the chorus, some whispering and some screaming. The pressure of their many eyes is crushing.

They love you, they hate you, they are hungry.

Creeping Dust exhales, slowly, and tilts his head to listen to their chaos and madness. The spell is stable, but as with so much else in this realm... connected to him in a way that he is not used to. This is his, isn't it. This is the caverns beneath the mountains. ]

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Whispers in the neighborhood today: an abandoned building on the edges of Clawthorpe Avenue has begun to emanate a terrifying aura. A ghastly omen is sometimes seen on the crooked stoop, tongue lolling and embers spitting.