05-30-2024, 05:15 PM
Flesh sloughed grotesquely from Vale's frame, landing with a wretched 'slop' on the ground beneath them as the three-eyed crow changed shape, and before long, it was an alabaster wolf with a skull for a head; flesh nowhere to be seen; that stood before him. He paused, blinking dimly in response to the vale weirdness, as Meteor had so aptly put it, and decided not to question what he'd just seen. As far as Kole was concerned, it was best not to question just about everything where the flamboyant inquisitor was involved, lest the answer be too strange or grotesque for even Kole's mind to comprehend.
And, before he could get a word in edgewise, the man himself appeared; or lion, Kole supposed. He turned his head to the side, eyeing the celestial-pelted feline, and did not miss as he was eyed in return. Aw, shucks! He was going to start blushing if he was left alone with these two for too long.
But apparently there was no time for blushing, either.
The flap of Meteor's satchel fell open, and Kole promptly decided it was just best if he didn't speak at all, at this point. Too much was happening for him to put into words just how insane all of this was; but, well, they were cannibals, they were bound to be a little crazy. Clearly, given the cannibalised head of Meteor's father sitting in the aforementioned's satchel. He stared at it, lifting a paw to scratch lazily behind his ear, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Chernabog promptly arrived, and Kole was starting to think there were just too many extras milling about, at this point. Not that he'd ever say that to any of the three in front of him; he'd like to keep his soul in this body. He rather liked this one, even if it wasn't an oversized nature dragon, like his last body had been. Woe is he, hm? He grunted in vague dissatisfaction as the beating of Chernabog's wings skewed his neat, surprisingly clean fur, and decided maybe now was a good time to finally open his damn mouth again. "That's a shame, " Kole drawled, rolling over onto his back, his tail wagging lazily, "but then, anybody could see Meteor would be a better leader than old man Valerius anyway. At least now we've got a competent Pharoah to get us through this... Mess," he finished off with a vague gesture to... Everywhere.
And, before he could get a word in edgewise, the man himself appeared; or lion, Kole supposed. He turned his head to the side, eyeing the celestial-pelted feline, and did not miss as he was eyed in return. Aw, shucks! He was going to start blushing if he was left alone with these two for too long.
But apparently there was no time for blushing, either.
The flap of Meteor's satchel fell open, and Kole promptly decided it was just best if he didn't speak at all, at this point. Too much was happening for him to put into words just how insane all of this was; but, well, they were cannibals, they were bound to be a little crazy. Clearly, given the cannibalised head of Meteor's father sitting in the aforementioned's satchel. He stared at it, lifting a paw to scratch lazily behind his ear, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
Chernabog promptly arrived, and Kole was starting to think there were just too many extras milling about, at this point. Not that he'd ever say that to any of the three in front of him; he'd like to keep his soul in this body. He rather liked this one, even if it wasn't an oversized nature dragon, like his last body had been. Woe is he, hm? He grunted in vague dissatisfaction as the beating of Chernabog's wings skewed his neat, surprisingly clean fur, and decided maybe now was a good time to finally open his damn mouth again. "That's a shame, " Kole drawled, rolling over onto his back, his tail wagging lazily, "but then, anybody could see Meteor would be a better leader than old man Valerius anyway. At least now we've got a competent Pharoah to get us through this... Mess," he finished off with a vague gesture to... Everywhere.
NIKOLAI PENDRAGON
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