October Writing Challenge
Day 8 Claws
Pain shot up everywhere all over his body, and his body writhed on the freezing laboratory floor as the cells spreads from his arm throughout his body.
It felt like as if fire, venom, and ice were flowing in his veins and his body starts to shudder as he could feel his chest and lungs hurting as well. His eyes were fluttering and rolling to the back of his head as his vision spun and blurred as everything in the room felt like it was going to crash all onto and around him.
"Not... enough... not... enough.."
Were the words that Kabuto repeated and chanted in his head like some holy mantra and whispered in his pale lips.
His body and his hair was completely covered in sweat, he panted and wheezed so much that drool seeped out from the corners of his mouth and his throat got dry and sore, and he felt so weak from the tremors that his body went through that anymore pain on him, he could only groan out weakly.
Disturbingly so, he didn't want the pain to stop. He wanted to know how far he can push his own body for the sake of obtaining his Master's powers. If he were to die right now, then it would prove that he was too weak to ever be worthy of Orochimaru's power and that he deserved to die in obscurity.
He was all alone in his hideout. He didn't dare want to bring his assistants with him to watch over him, and he didn't trust anyone in his vulnerable state. And if he died, no one would know about it and he would just be a mangled, decayed husk of a corpse left behind.
His eyes lay on his scaled arm on the side as he layed on his stomach, and as if his mind was playing tricks on him, his entire scaled arm had become thin, white and looked exactly like that of a dragon's hand.
Complete with black claws that were as sharp and as long as that of a bird of preys with the bits of fur on the ends.
That was all that he remembered before he passed out. His mind delirious and full of vivid images, both frightening and beautiful.
He was however unafraid of the darkness because he knew that the moment he wakes up, he would be pleased with the results and the slow progress on his entire body.
@lunyraartistry (again, thank you for the opportunity to do the story!)
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Mystra showed him the secrets beneath the veils. The gossamer veils first, draped across the Weave. The delicate veils next, draped across her body. 'Chosen One' she whispered, as she slipped them off completely.
poor gale :'(
- the dialogue is from ea gale's explanation about his folly
- i kinda like that she ended up looking like a mother-of-pearl inlay lacquerware!
- oh this was a subconscious choice, but Gale is sitting in seiza which is a posture for showing respect especially to elders. it's also known to be a painful position to sit in for extended periods of time, which is why it was sometimes used as a method of (morally dubious) punishment. however, experienced people can maintain this posture for much longer. food for thought :-)
- (edit: deleted this point bcs it didn't really make sense + detracted from the art a little;;)
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the parallels between the way their relationship started and ended might actually be the most beautiful in the history of tv
STARTED AND ENDED ON THE DEVIL'S TRAP
STARTED AND ENDED WITH A HANDPRINT
STARTED AND ENDED WITH CAS SAVING DEAN WINCHESTER
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eroticism of the machine this, eroticism of the machine that. what about the AROMANTICISM of the machine. what about the electric comfort of looking at a beautiful turbine engine and knowing that it is just like you. what about the urge to cut open your chest to prove your heart is made of wires and your ribs are made of steel. what about that
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hotter than hell
[ID: Digital art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum in their alternative universe form based off an angel Vash and Devil Wolfwood illustration Nightow did. The both of them are sitting side by side, exhausted from the heat, Vash has his arms crossed, leaned against his knees and his head against his arms, eyes closed as sweat drips from his face. His wings spreads over the both of them to shield them from the sun. Wolfwood is sitting with his right leg extended and his left leg with the knee slightly up. His eyes are also closed with a clear grimacing expression. He uses one of his small devil wings to fan Vash, the text effect reads “flap flap”. Being in the shadows, the palette is cool, blues and purples. A sliver of light shines on the parts not covered by wings in a bright orange/yellow. END ID]
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