glassnakes
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"⠀⠀'EY 'EY 'EY CHILL OUT WITH THE HUNTIN'- RELAX! RELAAAX I'M NOT HERE TO STEAL YOUR SHIT!⠀⠀"
irrumae
the words spilling from the figure’s lips sound like they’re underwater. it cannot truly understand what nonsense he is spouting and nor does it really want to. something is yanking at every inch of betistia’s being, forcing it along further more. the call is abyssal. like calls to like, a more rational part of their mind supplies.
the shrill scream only serves to irritate the beast more, pants bordering on heaving growls at this point. the chamber they are in at the moment is plunged in darkness with specks of light. the rocks and minerals here would trip anyone up who is not careful enough or has not remained in these depths for as long as the creature has, and if anything they aid it as it pursues this being.
eyes catch hold of the shiny glint of the spherical device & it allows itself to examine it briefly. the explosion of some thick gas is unexpected but not a foul surprise. there’s only a few faint clicks and after those brief seconds of distraction does betistia opt to end this.
a simple lunge is all it needs —- as if they have been toying with this.. child, it decides with a scathing glance as eyes catch a glimpse of the facial expression twisted in fear. a hand that is easily the same size as the person’s head immediately all but *grips* the back of their throat, shoving them face first into the closest surface. talons press against skin as if in subtle warning, betistia’s chest heaving. not out of exertion.
“why are you here,” even it’s tone is eldritch. like it doesn’t belong. ancient & present all at once, as deep as the chambers they’re in now, as lilting as the brief flashes of light.
!! @intercrime
glassnakes
"⠀⠀please by the gods ABOVE- archons, aeons- that one german word I never fuckin' remember- hersheys? WHOEVER'S LISTENING! I swear I will be a good citizen from now until always if you let me survive this- ACK! ⠀⠀" one glance behind him was all it took for him to push his robotic legs to run faster, turning back to face forward into the darkness with his breaths coming in short pants, heartbeat coming out his throat even. He knew damn well he couldn't outrun a beast like that, but what could he do but pray for a miracle from gods that wouldn't cast him a second glance.
"I will never steal- never ever world hop AGAIN- I won't even lie about not taking the last snickers! A good pious man that follows all ten commandments! WHY IS THIS THING CLICKING AT ME- ARE YOU CALLING YOUR FRIENDS? YOU BETTER NOT BE!⠀⠀" one brief look behind him against his own logical reasoning and he's screaming again. Digging into the bag in his waist hastily, a couple rocks are picked out- smoke bombs that he throws behind himself and continues running, not even checking if they worked.
irrumae
talons effortlessly rip through stone as betistia plunges itself after the figure of the other. really, running only makes it *worse*. do people know nothing? consistent clicks echo from the creature’s throat, bouncing around the caverns surrounding them both. as if it is communicating —- perhaps talking to itself, perhaps talking to whatever else is lurking in this darkness.
there’s a sickening, grinding crunch as betistia grips another clawful of minerals. close to the surface then; it smells of the earth. a frustrated heave of breath as the entity continues to force their way through the almost-darkness. more rhythmic clicks, pace never faltering once. as if this place & it’s beast are moving in tandem. there’s a stench of something toxic oozing off this unfortunate intruder; something that’s similar to the scents around it. they cannot tell if that makes this exchange worse.
!! @intercrime
