[there is a lot to process at once, from the sickening stench of the beast, all rot and salt like the worst of the docks in the undercity, to how allen suddenly form a... cloak? not like anything viktor has seen before. he tries to watch through another coughing fit, cursing himself that the wave of dizziness it brings has him landing on his knees. his bad leg shrieks with the movement, and for a moment he wonders if something about the corruption of this creature is making his lungs worse because it does feel harder to breathe than before.
maybe it's just adrenaline, or panic. gods know there's plenty of reason to with what's happening before him.
from the new angle maybe allen can better focus on the soul of the creature before him, as unfortunate as it is. the shape if vaguely humanoid, half a face that seems to have been a woman once, bloated horror in the steady jittery movement of her mouth and jagged, broken teeth. so much else of her is stretched out, sharp edges like something grew under a vaguely human form in the dark depths, grew long and longer still as it curls in on itself, growth beyond what it should have, beyond reason, growth simply for the sake of it. little, wiggling things like parasites make a feast, toothless maws eating greedily what keeps growing without a care.
c c co co ld colcoldcoldcold the teeth snap and shiver around the words, more a garble than sensible.
the massive creature reaches up to grab at the light, as if it could block it, instead shrieking when it simply rips through its arm. the smell is more horrific still, and even without an arm the creature immediately swings its barnacled fist straight to allens chest.
he might also want to avoid the terrible little worms that drip out the wound, those look like they actually do have teeth and quite a nasty bite. ]
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maybe it's just adrenaline, or panic. gods know there's plenty of reason to with what's happening before him.
from the new angle maybe allen can better focus on the soul of the creature before him, as unfortunate as it is. the shape if vaguely humanoid, half a face that seems to have been a woman once, bloated horror in the steady jittery movement of her mouth and jagged, broken teeth. so much else of her is stretched out, sharp edges like something grew under a vaguely human form in the dark depths, grew long and longer still as it curls in on itself, growth beyond what it should have, beyond reason, growth simply for the sake of it. little, wiggling things like parasites make a feast, toothless maws eating greedily what keeps growing without a care.
c c co co ld colcoldcoldcold the teeth snap and shiver around the words, more a garble than sensible.
the massive creature reaches up to grab at the light, as if it could block it, instead shrieking when it simply rips through its arm. the smell is more horrific still, and even without an arm the creature immediately swings its barnacled fist straight to allens chest.
he might also want to avoid the terrible little worms that drip out the wound, those look like they actually do have teeth and quite a nasty bite. ]