Incubus
Horn Dog
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Re: (BETA) Corrupted Dreams
The angel slid out of the net, free of its bonds at last, and brought up her shield to defend against the sprites. But she was already weakened, slowed by her wounds, and another two strikes got past her defence. She staggered for a moment, her vision clouding as her body collapsed under her weight, and her vision went dark.
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She was in a dark place, blackness all around her. She could barely remember how she came to be here, only that it felt cold and empty. Looking over herself, she seemed to be wearing a heavily torn white robe, stained in several places with blood and other fluids, some kind of sticky green one. As she climbed to her feet, something slimy brushed against her ankle, causing her to flinch away from it.
Then she felt something grab hold of her other ankle, some kind of slimy hand, cold and wet, grasping it firmly. She flailed and tried to kick at the source with her other leg but found nothing to connect with. Pressing against the ground and tugging, she tried to pull herself free, only for her other foot to sink into the ground, as if enveloped by the same cold slimy darkness. She struggled, pulling her weight against whatever was grabbing her, but it didn't give an inch.
As she thrashed about, trying to pull herself free, she felt it touch her again, this time in the small of her back and instinctively swung around, aiming to strike at where it should be with her hand. This time she did connect with something as she felt her hand smash into and become enveloped by an all too familiar slimy feeling. She was caught, it had her, and there was no escape. She had failed. Every attempt to free herself from this being in the darkness had only brought her further into its trap.
She flinched, as she felt what seemed to be a cold, slimy fingertip upon her cheek, not that she could see anything there. Resisting the urge to lash out at it with her one remaining arm, she pulled back as much as she could away from it as it slowly trailed down across her neck and further south, as she felt it trail over her robe, more fingers joining it and wrap itself over her breast, the cold and slimy feeling softly groping her...
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The angel awoke, feeling dazed and slightly nauseous. As she glanced around, she found herself laying on the ground between two cliff tops on a narrow trail. She had fought and fallen here, she realised, although her memory after that point was a little fuzzy. Still, her weapon and shield lay beside her and she was feeling better; and there was no sign of those who attacked her.
((Regain to 50% health, so 16/32, and gain 2 points of taint. (So 16/18 Taint Resistance))
The angel slid out of the net, free of its bonds at last, and brought up her shield to defend against the sprites. But she was already weakened, slowed by her wounds, and another two strikes got past her defence. She staggered for a moment, her vision clouding as her body collapsed under her weight, and her vision went dark.
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She was in a dark place, blackness all around her. She could barely remember how she came to be here, only that it felt cold and empty. Looking over herself, she seemed to be wearing a heavily torn white robe, stained in several places with blood and other fluids, some kind of sticky green one. As she climbed to her feet, something slimy brushed against her ankle, causing her to flinch away from it.
Then she felt something grab hold of her other ankle, some kind of slimy hand, cold and wet, grasping it firmly. She flailed and tried to kick at the source with her other leg but found nothing to connect with. Pressing against the ground and tugging, she tried to pull herself free, only for her other foot to sink into the ground, as if enveloped by the same cold slimy darkness. She struggled, pulling her weight against whatever was grabbing her, but it didn't give an inch.
As she thrashed about, trying to pull herself free, she felt it touch her again, this time in the small of her back and instinctively swung around, aiming to strike at where it should be with her hand. This time she did connect with something as she felt her hand smash into and become enveloped by an all too familiar slimy feeling. She was caught, it had her, and there was no escape. She had failed. Every attempt to free herself from this being in the darkness had only brought her further into its trap.
She flinched, as she felt what seemed to be a cold, slimy fingertip upon her cheek, not that she could see anything there. Resisting the urge to lash out at it with her one remaining arm, she pulled back as much as she could away from it as it slowly trailed down across her neck and further south, as she felt it trail over her robe, more fingers joining it and wrap itself over her breast, the cold and slimy feeling softly groping her...
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The angel awoke, feeling dazed and slightly nauseous. As she glanced around, she found herself laying on the ground between two cliff tops on a narrow trail. She had fought and fallen here, she realised, although her memory after that point was a little fuzzy. Still, her weapon and shield lay beside her and she was feeling better; and there was no sign of those who attacked her.
((Regain to 50% health, so 16/32, and gain 2 points of taint. (So 16/18 Taint Resistance))