Who: Malachai, Lera, Duncan, Rhys, Sarai, Ezra, Yosgeth (I THINK THAT'S IT??)
When: Friday, 23rd
Where: Jungles of Pakerion
Before/After: After Mal contacts the GLs to arrange back-up
Warnings: Violence, possession, probably cursing, will add as needed!
[Yosgeth is hunting.
It floats through the trees as if they're nothing, scanning the area with its senses, searching for life. Not any life, mind. Something big, strong, powerful. Something to possess, to take a new form, to continue its hunt, an endless hunt it knows not for. Hatred fills it, a desire for revenge. For what, it can't recall, only that it must pay back those who wronged it in times past.
It senses life- the druids watching it, but they seem unworthy of its attention, at least so long as they make no move against it. They keep their distance- not out of fear, but respect- and keep an eye on it, ready to send word to their Vohu should the thing veer off course.
Then it senses... something else. Life, and a thing, the approach of something. Something possibly worthy of its attention. Something, something...
Yosgeth spins, sightless features of its face staring through the trees toward those that have come, gauging their worth.]
When: Friday, 23rd
Where: Jungles of Pakerion
Before/After: After Mal contacts the GLs to arrange back-up
Warnings: Violence, possession, probably cursing, will add as needed!
[Yosgeth is hunting.
It floats through the trees as if they're nothing, scanning the area with its senses, searching for life. Not any life, mind. Something big, strong, powerful. Something to possess, to take a new form, to continue its hunt, an endless hunt it knows not for. Hatred fills it, a desire for revenge. For what, it can't recall, only that it must pay back those who wronged it in times past.
It senses life- the druids watching it, but they seem unworthy of its attention, at least so long as they make no move against it. They keep their distance- not out of fear, but respect- and keep an eye on it, ready to send word to their Vohu should the thing veer off course.
Then it senses... something else. Life, and a thing, the approach of something. Something possibly worthy of its attention. Something, something...
Yosgeth spins, sightless features of its face staring through the trees toward those that have come, gauging their worth.]
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