This Clay Earth: Prospectors' Savior

Funka Genocide · 03-25-2005, 08:44 AM

At the arrival of the shadow Weir, the creatures screamed in unison. An earsplitting, unearthly cry which spoke of eternities of torment and that was simply the physical component of it. These things were as a poem of hate constantly being recited, a walking, breathing liturgy of pain encompassed in tattered rags and...

rotting flesh.

They screamed even louder as they expanded, growing to several times their original size in a few heartbeats. Drawing substance from the ether, becoming the monsters they truely were. Their very existence foretold of deadly intents, their bony clawed hands spoke even louder.

Vergil knew they would not be able to maintain such a state of manifestation for very long, these were the mongrel dogs of the netherworld, vicious in packs yet easily cowed alone, and nearly mindless intheir mental capacities. These things were not the real threat he mused, then brought his mind back to the present.

yes they were, for now at least...

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03-25-2005, 08:44 AM	#28
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	At the arrival of the shadow Weir, the creatures screamed in unison. An earsplitting, unearthly cry which spoke of eternities of torment and that was simply the physical component of it. These things were as a poem of hate constantly being recited, a walking, breathing liturgy of pain encompassed in tattered rags and... rotting flesh. They screamed even louder as they expanded, growing to several times their original size in a few heartbeats. Drawing substance from the ether, becoming the monsters they truely were. Their very existence foretold of deadly intents, their bony clawed hands spoke even louder. Vergil knew they would not be able to maintain such a state of manifestation for very long, these were the mongrel dogs of the netherworld, vicious in packs yet easily cowed alone, and nearly mindless intheir mental capacities. These things were not the real threat he mused, then brought his mind back to the present. yes they were, for now at least...