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!b0vpMZLBb6 10/23/11(Sun)20:10 No.16718689You watch closely, Then grin as one of them grabs the cleaver. Yes! He is small, green, but fierce and wild. His eyes blaze ref as he dances among his brothers, opening lines on their backs all the way to the spine. He moves as if the ground barely exists, bouncing and skipping madly. You draw away the blood, in time, bringing it into a sphere above him, until finally, his brethren are dead, and the sphere above him is at least ten times his size.
"You who have survived - What is your name?" "Sarl o'Harl, my lord." he states, evenly.
"Do you swear to work for my ideals? To stand beside me in times harsh and fair? To never betray me?"
"Yes, sire."
"Then take my blessing!"
the blood he had drained, the mixed blood of his brothers, pours into him. His red skin darkens, his eyes grow brighter, and glow softly in the darkness. Veins on his body stand out harshly, and new ones form only to slowly separate from him, long winding tentacles filled with the blood of his brothers. These begin to migrate to his back, until finally, they form a pair of batlike wings, wide and strong, and a beard of them from his chin.
You know this creature - a Bloodling. A creature capable of storing blood in a spacial anomaly where its heart used to be, enough blood to fill a dozen normal creatures of his size.
With this transformation done, what is your next move? |