RP Disregard

Your hand sinks into the brand, and it shreds through the plasma shell, seemingly soaking up the plasma. Your leg seems unable to even hit it. It leans towards you, and the spiral seems to turn, increasing slowly in speed.

Their viscera runs down your throat, gore, staining the front of your shirt and the sleeves. It feels..... good. Your hunger isn't satiated, and seems only to grow as your wounds begin healing at a greatly increased rate.

 

When he has completely skeletonized them, he cracks open the skull and bone to get at the brain and marrow...

 

-sortil
He snarls. Whatever this thing is, it needs to die
He fires his gun into the thing's chest at point blank

 

You have completely consumed them, their shattered bones lying at your feet, your hands and the whole front of your body covered in the viscera. You see movement down the hill, and you feel the urge to kill, and feed once more.

It seems to absorb your bullet, and you feel yourself being drawn to the brand, pulling you with increased force each second. You hear a silent whisper, 'You will be your own undoing...'

 

Ignoring the movement, he finishes up devouring the splintered remains of the bone, before deciding to try and find a place to relax and sleep off his meal...

 

-sortil
He yanks his hand out of the brand and backs up
"You think me can kill me?"

 

Seems your hand was completely absorbed, it's cleanly severed at about halfway up your forearm. 'I'm not the one that will kill you.' The spiral is now a blur, and us sucking in air audibly. It seems to grow as it sucks in more, and you can feel yourself being drawn in, yiu have to physically lean back against the force.

You could probably find somewhere in the ruined houses surrounding the crater.

 

He ambles over to a sunny looking flat area of concrete and lays down.

 

-sortil
He sneers, tossing the gun down
lucky i led with my jab....
He brings out the knife, backing away

 

@critsarecool

 

You are just barely able to back away, what little strength you have begins to ebb away as you lose plasma through what used to be your hand, among your various other wounds. The spiral speeds up, and it starts walking towards you. 'It's inevitable Sortil, you will die.'

Before you drift into unconciousness, a quadrotor troop transport lands near you. The back opens, several heavily armored, and armed, men step out.

 

He bristles up and snarls loudly as he spots them.

 

-sortil
"fuck off!"
he slashes at it with the knife in a desperate attempt to cut its brand off

 

The knife is just shredded, the shards being sucked in. Since you were off balance from the slash, you lose your footing and are dragged towards it.

The one nearest you turns and fires, your hide suddenly filling with dozens of derms. The sedative is fast acting, you are already feeling woozy.

 

-sortil
He struggles to regain his footing, to find something to grab onto

 

The moment they turn, he starts charging, attempting to close the distance, but stumbling as the sedatives take effect. He makes one last leap for the man with his claws outstretched and jaws wide open.

 

He slams you in the face with the butt of his gun, knocking you back. They Hardlight cuff you, and pull you into the copter. The last thing you hear before passing out is one of the men saying, 'I almost feel sorry for them, killing them now would be mercy compared to that prison...' Your conciousness ebbs away...

There's nothing. Time seems to almost slow as you're sucked into the maw, your body shredded as it comes in contact.

 

In his mindscape... Ausleir and Jareix attempt to recapture Blaetus...
"You won't be the one taking their lives... We'll make sure of that.."