>>3015589

Look around the room.

>>3015831
>Look around the room.
It's simple place, you note as you look aorund. A bed, a drawer, a mini-fridge in one corner of it, and the walls are bare. Completely plain white. Though you have taken to putting up sketches and drawings of your best friend across it.

Which reminds you, they should be coming over again soon. But who are they?
>A Queen shining with celestial moonlight, her soul blossoming with a light that warms and purifies all around her of taint and corruption. A ruler for a millennium of light
>A girl with hair as white as snow, and a ribbon of yellow around her neck with laughter and compassion to share with all. Behind her follows a supposed god of the world and an all-seeing meat
>A boy clothed in greens, and with a bravery and courage few can match. He's accompanied by two who journey with him, their buzz a soothing noise to distance yourself from the pain around you
>A young girl, around your age physically, but with eyes that speak to a knowledge and understanding beyond comprehension. She has more friends too, all strange and odd by most standards, but so kindly and warm to you

>>3015940
>>A Queen shining with celestial moonlight, her soul blossoming with a light that warms and purifies all around her of taint and corruption. A ruler for a millennium of light

>>3015940
>>A young girl, around your age physically, but with eyes that speak to a knowledge and understanding beyond comprehension. She has more friends too, all strange and odd by most standards, but so kindly and warm to you

>>3015960
support

>>3015940
>A Queen shining with celestial moonlight, her soul blossoming with a light that warms and purifies all around her of taint and corruption. A ruler for a millennium of light

>>3015940
>A boy clothed in greens, and with a bravery and courage few can match. He's accompanied by two who journey with him, their buzz a soothing noise to distance yourself from the pain around you

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>>3015958
>>3015960
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>>3016049
>>3016129
We're tied with Queen and Young Girl. Rolling for the tiebreaker. 1 is Queen, 2 is the girl.

lurking

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>>3015940
>A Queen shining with celestial moonlight, her soul blossoming with a light that warms and purifies all around her of taint and corruption. A ruler for a millennium of light
It doesn't take long after that for her to appear, a single point of light shining amidst the room, and pulling itself into the common form you've come to know and love.

"Sorry for being late." She says, voice like a quiet whisper. "Are you ok? Has everything been going well?"

>>3017049

Tell her "I'm fine, what about you?"

>>3017084
+1

>>3017049
Supporting >>3017084

>>3017084
support

>>3017049
What happened to OP this time, I wonder?

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>>3017549
The longest lessons of all time are what happened.

But I'm back now. And after tomorrow, I'm pretty much free for the weekend.

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>>3017084
>>3017085
>>3017144
>>3017437
>Tell her "I'm fine, what about you?"
You grin at her, and tell her that everything's going well, before asking her about how things are going on her end.

"It's rather hectic honestly." She smiles back. "Everything is different, everyone is different. But my friends are still with me, and there's still suffering across the world. There are still people to save, and that's what matters, right?"

She turns to look around your room, her head tilted slightly, smile still spread on her lips.

"Your drawings are getting better. Though I don't think Ami would like the look you gave her." She chuckles, and you share in it for a moment.

"Would you like for us to walk around the complex together? You seem like you could use some fresh-air." She looks at you after your laughter dies down, eyes compassionate and warm. Patiently awaiting your answer as she always has.

>>3017992
Just nod.
is this a continuation of the archive you posted?they dont seem to share name, but im getting the feelings this is a continuation to something

>>3017992

Say "Yes, I could, thank you. It gets boring sitting in this room"

>>3018016
I think it's set in the same universe as OP's archive.

>>3017992
Tell her sure
>>3018016 >>3018029
Yeah this is in the same setting as the ones in the archive

>>3018029
Support.

>>3018016
>>3018029
>>3018084
>Say "Yes, I could, thank you. It gets boring sitting in this room"
You nod, and tell her just how boring it is in this room.

"Then let's go then." She takes your hand, and you follow her out the door. It's somewhat late, so when you step outside, the hallway is only lit by a few of the overhead lights. You can hear some of your 'siblings' interacting with some of the support staff and caretakers, and you can vaguely detect that some have entered one of their wolf forms for it. You can also tell that some are already undergoing *that* process, judging by the groans coming from rooms chained off down the hall. Its laways unpleasant when you go through it, and is almost universally dangerous form your experiences.

"So, do you wish for us to find your friends?" the Queen smiles down at you as she asks her question. "I know at least three of them are just down here."

You DO recall that you scheduled a meeting with them later (or at least, your caretakers did). It would be nice to see them. But who do you go and see first?
>Lance: He's the funniest and probably the calmest amongst them. Probably helps that he didn't experience the Change at all
>Chris: He can be a bit gruff (and is honestly somewhat of a dick), but he has a good heart. Though the Queen says she feels like he's hurting inside
>Sam: Cold, analytical, and somewhat creepy, thats Sam in a nutshell. He isn't exactly a very "warm" person, and even your other 'siblings' get unnerved by him. The Queen says that "there's something in his soul", but you have no idea what it is. You've been warned to be wary around him, however.

>>3018248
>Lance: He's the funniest and probably the calmest amongst them. Probably helps that he didn't experience the Change at all

>>3018248
>>Lance: He's the funniest and probably the calmest amongst them. Probably helps that he didn't experience the Change at all

>>3018248
>Lance: He's the funniest and probably the calmest amongst them. Probably helps that he didn't experience the Change at all

>>3018248
>Sam: Cold, analytical, and somewhat creepy, thats Sam in a nutshell. He isn't exactly a very "warm" person, and even your other 'siblings' get unnerved by him. The Queen says that "there's something in his soul", but you have no idea what it is. You've been warned to be wary around him, however.

>>3018248
>Sam: Cold, analytical, and somewhat creepy, thats Sam in a nutshell. He isn't exactly a very "warm" person, and even your other 'siblings' get unnerved by him. The Queen says that "there's something in his soul", but you have no idea what it is. You've been warned to be wary around him, however.

>>3018248
>Sam: Cold, analytical, and somewhat creepy, thats Sam in a nutshell. He isn't exactly a very "warm" person, and even your other 'siblings' get unnerved by him. The Queen says that "there's something in his soul", but you have no idea what it is. You've been warned to be wary around him, however.

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>>3018254
>>3018269
>>3018370
>>3019033
>>3019221
>>3019242
>leave for lessons
>come back and get ready to write for Quest
>another tie
Welp, no time like the present. 1 is Lance, 2 is Sam.

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>>3018248
>Lance: He's the funniest and probably the calmest amongst them. Probably helps that he didn't experience the Change at all
You decide to head for Lance's room above the others. He can't see your best friend because he hasn't ex0erienced the Change at all, but that doesn't mean that he isn't good company. He's probably better than your other choices even.

It takes a short little jog down the hall (passing a few of the Exorcists and those 'Conciliator'guys on your way) before you reach Lance's door, plain and unmarred completely. Pushing it open, with the Queen behind you, you find him laying on his bed facing up, face obscured by a comic he's placed over it. Even from here, and without your wolf senses, you can tell that he's asleep just from the force of his snores alone.

>>3020568
gently wake him up.

>>3020568
Loudly wake him up.

So is set in the same setting of 999 quest?

>>3020811
Yes.

>>3020608
>>3020621
>gently wake him up.
You poke and prod at him for a few seconds, the Queen standing and quietly chuckling behind you. You then attempt to rock him awake, but the most that does is dislodge the comic from his face.

You grunt in annoyance a bit, before moving onto plan B-

>Loudly wake him up.
Which is to stomp your feet, and then shove him off the bed whilst shouting at him to wake up.

As he falls sprawled onto the floor, sputtering and waving his arms about, you put on the most innocent and completely-without-fault face you can muster up. He manages to reorient himself just enough to look up and glare at you somewhat, though it's difficult to tell.

"Dude, the actual hell?"

>>3021197
say "Good morning."

>>3021197
It's not nice to sleep while we have guests

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>>3021203
>>3021205
>say "Good morning."
>It's not nice to sleep while we have guests
You smile and shout out a good morning to him, as he pulls himself up and fixes himself back into bed, eyes remaining closed the whole time.

"I absolutely hate you, you know?" he mutters as he pulls his sheets over himself again. "And no, it's always a good thing to sleep while we have bad guests. Especially when it's the Exorcists."

"Though I really have to ask, did you just come here to annoy me, or is there a reason for waking me up at this time?" he sits himself up slightly, still fumbling with the bed spread. "What about Sam or Chris? Why don't you go and bother them instead? You know how I like my sleep."

>>3021232
This is kind of difficult then we are playing as a new character we have no idea about. With SCP council we knew their goals and characters more or less, we knew how to play them

>>3021250
That's a perfectly valid point. Though, you can literally respond with anything here, I'll run with it either way.

>>3021277
All right
>I... I've been meaning to ask you thos for some time now...
>Do you miss your family?

>>3021232
To be honest, you're the only person here who I actually like. And besides, my caretakers scheduled a meeting with you for me.

>>3021322
Support

>>3021295
>>3021322
>>3021380
>>I... I've been meaning to ask you thos for some time now...
>Do you miss your family?
He grunts in annoyance, eyes still closed.

"Definitely not. Maybe other kids, but not me. They pretty much ditched me the moment I started getting associated with 'weird' people, even before this whole shitshow."

"The moment they thought they couldn't bring me to their fancy-ass get-togethers with people of power, they basically cut me off" he sighs out. "I've been treated more like a person here than I've ever been with them."

>To be honest, you're the only person here who I actually like. And besides, my caretakers scheduled a meeting with you for me.
"If they bothered scheduling a meeting, then something is definitely up." his eyes partly open as he sits up, and decides to ditch the sheets and bed entirely, hoping off to stand and stretch himself.

"I'm heading out for a little late snack. You can come if you want, though you might want to go and get Chris first. He gets pissy if he doesn't get invites to hang with the rest of us." And with that, he starts strolling towards and out the door, walking right by the serenely smiling Queen as he does so.

>>3021623
Go to Chris.

>>3021623
Let’s go get Chris.

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>>3021998
>Go to Chris.
>Let’s go get Chris.
You decide to go out and go get Chris. His room isn't that far, only like a minute walk from Lance's. You suspect Lance didn't go and get him himself mostly because he can't be bothered.

As you reach his door, covered in scratch and claw marks, you can already hear that characteristic growl of irritation a lot of Changed end up developing. Ignoring it, you push open the door, with the Queen following behind as always.

...And have to immediately dodge a baseball bat flying towards your head at dangerous speeds. Looking toward, you see Chris, arm outstretched, and eyes glowing a deep yellow as he growls.

"Dare I ask what you think you're doing here? Because if it's an ass-whooping, that's perfectly fine with me."

>>3022022
say "Do you want to hang out with me and Lance?"

>>3022022
Supporting >>3022043

>>3022022
"Hey Chrey, lets go play! Too much edge will make you gay!"

>>3022043
>>3022056
>>3022348
>say "Do you want to hang out with me and Lance?"
"Lance is actually doing shit? At this time?" Chris honestly seems confused. "The fuck did you and light bitch over there do?" he waves a clawed hand over at the Queen. "Bribe him into coming along with your stupid ass?"

"But, yeah. If you could get Lance involved, I'll come along. Better to watch the clusterfuck in action firsthand after all."

>"Hey Chrey, lets go play! Too much edge will make you gay!"
"...Did you seriously just singsong at me? Are you fucking insane? Or do you just not have a sense of self-preservation?"

>>3022691
ask him if we should bring Sam along too.

>>3022691
Supporting >>3022811

>>3022691
"You're always so dark and broody, maybe Sam will bright your moody!"
And here I thought Lance was supposed to be the fun one.

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>>3022811
>>3022818
>>3023119
>ask him if we should bring Sam along too.
>"You're always so dark and broody, maybe Sam will bright your moody!"
"You mean *that* fucker? Yeah, no way in hell. In case you've forgotten dickhead, literally EVERYONE avoids him. And for good reason." Chris growls out, eye twitching at your sing-song tone and dancing jig.

"Have you ever had that guy look at you? And I mean really *look*. It's like he's breaking you apart and reassembling you all over again. Just trying to see what makes you tick, that perfect little fucking part that makes up your soul so that he can take it, and then leave you a mess of scattered parts that he can repurpose later." he shivers. "He's worse than all the fucking spirit bullshit going on around here, and that's saying something. There's something wrong with that bastard, and I'm not going to try and find out what."

"I'll come along, but don't involve me with Sam. You can go and get your own soul eaten, you crazy singsonging asshole, I d-don't care." He shivers again, stuttering over his own words some. "Just leave me out of it."

And with that, he pulls on his dark jacket and hoodie, and strolls out the door, likely to go and meet Lance at the lunch-hall.

>>3023153
Follow Chris.

>>3023153
"Wait for me you cheeky knave, and don't let anger you enslave."

I assume we're in some sort of magical nuthouse, so I'm just playing a literal Dr. Seuss for lilz. You don't have to include it if it doesn't fit the story tho. This is just a rhyting exercise tbfh.

>>3023244
>>3023291
>Follow Chris.
>"Wait for me you cheeky knave, and don't let anger you enslave."
You sing-song after him as you follow him out the room, eliciting yet another growl from him.

"I hate you so fucking much right now."

You cheekily grin at him and continue following behind him, the Queen lightly laughing behind a single pale and slender hand.

"Like I said; Haaaaaaaaaaaaate."

"I'd think you'd know by now that our best friend has his own quirks, Chris." almost as if from the air itself, Lance steps in front of both of you, and pulls a small smile, eyes still shut tightly depsite him being fully awake.

"Please tell me that you didn't put him up to this."

"I did not, actually. This is all of his own doing." that smile grows somewhat, and you can partly see his lightly sharpened teeth poking out. "Though perhaps I should try asking him sometime..."

"I swear to fucking God, Lance." Chris raises a hand, and you can see the appendage turn furry and clawed right then and there.

"Relax. I have no intention of purposefully torturing you, yet." Before the both of you can make statements (and Chris can throw an annoyed fit over the fact that his own friends might choose to conspire against him). "But I have noticed something...'odd', these past few weeks."

"Huh? And what might that be?"

"Not sure, but I suspect Room 160 might have something to do with it." A shared shudder occurs between them at mere the mention of said place. And the hall itself seems to drop in temperature.

>>3023809
Ask them "What's in Room 160?"

>>3023809
Why could it be that one-sixty is not the place we want to be?

>>3023866
>>3024204
>Ask them "What's in Room 160?"
>Why could it be that one-sixty is not the place we want to be?
"Nobody knows." Chris grunts out, pulling a phone out of his jacket pocket, and checking through it. " That place doesn't make any sense."

"Indeed, it does not." Lance chips in, Voice little above a whisper, to a degree that your wolf-enhanced senses could only just pick it up. "Anyone who has gone in there has never returned to us, all of the adults seem to ignore or gloss over it, despite their own experiences, and not to mention that-"

"It moves." Chris interrupts, voice hollow.

"Yes, it does." Lance turns to Chris and shouts him a glare for the interruption, before turning back to you and continuing. "It moves around, hides itself from perception, and even seems to steal people from the rooms it ends up adjacent to. Any who are 'taken' are completely lost to us, wolf or otherwise."

"Not Sam though. Damn thing ends up next to his room the most, but he's always back to 'grace' us with his oh-so-wonderful presence." Chris spits. "It's fucking disgusting, and downright unfair. And at this point, I'm inclined to think that he's behind it."

"Likewise."

...Well, it seems you have a mystery on your hands.

>>3024526
(I think we're being contained by SCP, it sounds a lot like it)

say to Chris and Lance "should we go investigate, then? I'm sure we could figure this out if we go together."

>>3024747
I’m pretty sure we’re being looked over by the Talbot Group.

>>3024826
Looked after, not sure why I wrote over.

>>3024826
oh yeah, that's more likely. I don't think the Foundation would let any of their subjects have a phone. This place is nicer to us than SCP would be.

>>3024526
Hey now I say why don't we, go and take us a looksie?

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>>3024747
>say to Chris and Lance "should we go investigate, then? I'm sure we could figure this out if we go together."
>Hey now I say why don't we, go and take us a looksie?
"I mean, I don't *like* that place. Nobody does. Even going near it makes me shiver in fear." Chris explains. "But even then, I'm not going to let it stop me from doing my best to help. This place is like a home to me, and I won't let any damn haunted room get in my way!"

Lance looks to him, then to you, and simply sports a big grin.

"Well, I guess I can't argue against you two and your enthusiasm. How about we go and investigate for ourselves then?"

"I shall aid you as well." suddenly, the Queen replies, having stayed silent this whole time, surprising both you and Chris (Though Lance remains unaware). "I won't sit by and let you plunge into the darkness all alone, and without aid! Even though there's so much darkness here and everywhere else, even the tiniest light can make a difference."

Light washes around, in, and even through the Queen. Growing and growing and growing as she speaks, a light filled with warmth and valor and compassion in the face of crushing odds, against even the greatest and most terrible darkness. It expands to fill up the entirety of the hallway, enveloping all three of you and pushing down into further, no doubt to reach even more beyond.

"Fighting evil by moonlight, winning love by daylight, never running from a real fight, that is why I am the one named Sailor Moon!"

...What can you possibly say to all that?

>>3026415
Say to the Queen "I'm glad to have you on our side, your light shall illuminate our path and blind our foes."

Then say to everyone "Time waits for no man, lets go!"

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Just got back from lessons. Will update soon. Apologies for the wait.

>>3028633
No worries man, I'm really enjoying this Quest, same with all your previous quests since the first 999 thread.

>>3026415
"Huzzah! We will never turn our back on a friend, We will always be there to defend, On our friendship we can depend, We are the Sailors of the Moon!"

>>3026603
>>3028895
>Say to the Queen "I'm glad to have you on our side, your light shall illuminate our path and blind our foes."
>Then say to everyone "Time waits for no man, lets go!"
>"Huzzah! We will never turn our back on a friend, We will always be there to defend, On our friendship we can depend, We are the Sailors of the Moon!"
"I swear to God, if you keep on gulping down the scenery like this, there won't be anything left." Chris mutters in response to your ridiculously silly antics, all whilst Lance chuckles behind a hand.

"Well he *is* right. We should hurry on if we wish to get into that room before any of the adults notice us."

"Yeah, don't think we'll have to wait much longer for that..." Chris points on down the hall, as the Queen's light dims. You manage to make out a figure coming down the hallway, dressed sharply and looking prepared for the first sign of trouble.

It's a shape you recognize all too well. The shape of one of the Exorcists who've been invited into the complex to oversee you.

>>3029430
Well howdy doo fine sir and/or madame! Tis a lovely day for a stroll is it not?

>>3029430
Say to the Exorcist "Good morning sir, we're just heading for a snack." (this was our original plan actually)

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>>3029602
>>3030113
>Well howdy doo fine sir and/or madame! Tis a lovely day for a stroll is it not?
>Say to the Exorcist "Good morning sir, we're just heading for a snack." (this was our original plan actually)
The Exorcist walks over to you, focusing on the three of you intently.

"The sun has only barely started to rise. What manner of snack could possible spur you out at such an hour?"

"Oh you know, just some chocolate cake and juice sir." Lance replies, smiling a very bright smile at the man. "A little chocolate never hurt anybody, right?"

"Isn't chocolate bad for canids?" Chris chooses to point out all of sudden, a finger to his jaw. Goddammit Chris, now's not the time!

"Well yeah, but you're both supernatural super-wolves, and I'm just a normal boy, so I think the point still applies."

"Even so," the Exorcist then interject, voice low and dry. "You all require your rest for later in the morning. Sugar will impact your ability to function and rest properly."

"But we just can't go to sleep with an aching tummy, mister!" Lance pouts, eyes somehow growing tighter knit. "That would just be too cruel don't you think?"

"Hmph, I suppose..." the Exorcist draws back some, clearly taken aback by Lance's change in tactics. "Very well, I shall allow this. Just this once. But only the once."

His eyes draw over to you-behind and above you to be precise, and widen, as he seems ready to open his mouth to make an accusation, but with a simple brightening of the light behind you, you see his eyes grow somewhat dull, and the surprise and readied vocalization disappear from the man, before he bids you a simple "Farewell children", and continues down the hallway.

You turn to the Queen standing behind you, who simply mouths a "Sorry" in response, right before you hear Lance and Chris calling you over to follow them down the hall.

>>3030571
Give the Queen a nod, and then follow Lance and Chris.

>>3030600
>Give the Queen a nod, and then follow Lance and Chris.
Nodding to the Queen, you turn to follow after both Lance and Chris, who have made some decent headway.

...Only to stop as you crash right into the back of Chris, and stumble back some. Glaring at him, you choose to look past him to see what's got him, and even Lance, so spooked. Which was probably a mistake n your part.

Right in front of you, a writhing and twisting mass of shadows, vaguely pulled together in the framework of a wolf, lashes about, growling and snapping and snarling at you in its rage. Its form even seems to shift and twist in the dim lighting of the hall, occasionally splitting apart into...other things. How did the Exorcist not notice this!?

It doesn't seem like it'll be content to remain 'passive' for long, so you need to work quickly to deal with it. Hopefully Chris follows your lead when you make your move.
>Go Dalu (Wolf-Man): Not overwhelmingly powerful, but it should give you a decent amount of endurance here
>Go Gauru (War-Form): your most devastating state, and the most physically powerful amongst them. It could likely overwhelm this thing easily, but the risk of harm coming to Lance would be immensely high, especially if you go into a rage
>Go Urshul (Dire Wolf): Giant wolf the size of a horse, what's not to love? Easier to control than Gauru, but is not quite as strong, but makes up for it in agility and the ability to easily cripple your foes
>Other

>>3031015
>Go Urshul (Dire Wolf): Giant wolf the size of a horse, what's not to love? Easier to control than Gauru, but is not quite as strong, but makes up for it in agility and the ability to easily cripple your foes

>>3031015
>>Other
Since it is a shadow creature, can sailor moon just brighten up his grimdark heart a little bit?

If not then >>3031209
+1

>>3031015
>Go Urshul (Dire Wolf): Giant wolf the size of a horse, what's not to love? Easier to control than Gauru, but is not quite as strong, but makes up for it in agility and the ability to easily cripple your foes

>>3031015
>>3031291
> Since it is a shadow creature, can sailor moon just brighten up his grimdark heart a little bit?

Lets actually try this first though. If it doesn't work, go Urshul.

>>3031209
>>3031291
>>3032135
>>3032156
Currently sick like a fucking dog so actual update will be late, but in the meantime, roll me a 2d100.

Rolled 9, 75 = 84 (2d100)

>>3032373
Lets see if I roll something decent this time.

Rolled 97, 63 = 160 (2d100)

>>3032373

>>3032379
>>3032400
160. Things go somewhat better than expected. Will try to update in the morning if I don't feel like killing myself.

>>3032899
That's fine, I hope you get better.

>>3032899
Just do whatever you feel like mang.

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>>3031015
>Since it is a shadow creature, can sailor moon just brighten up his grimdark heart a little bit?
"I don't think I can do so without exposing myself, unfortunately." you watch the Queen fiddle about with her hands a bit as she speaks. "The Eoxrcists would almost surely notice my presence, and you already know how they take to spirits. It wouldn't end well."

Nodding to her, you go for your second plan. Namely, to go Urshul on this thing and hope you can take it down before things get out of hand.

Looking to Chris, you see him nod at you, before pushing Lance back, and shifting himself. His arms start to grow fur, bone warps and cracks echo out into the hall, all as his teeth and nails lengthen to deadly proportions. Seems he's decided to go Dalu for this one.

Following behind him, you shift your own form, and bend low to the ground as the entirety of your anatomy shifts and becomes lupine. Your body swells to gross proportions, as you feel your face push out into a muzzle lined with rows upon rows of sharp teeth, and your hands and legs shift into bulging clawed weapons of devastation.

Finally, you stand in full Urshul form, a nightmarish sight for any normal human, and something to strike terror into all but the worst of spirits. You howl in defiance to the thing before you, Chris doing likewise, as it shudders and then lets out a piercing cry of its own.

Without much warning aside from that, the shadow leaps towards you, gaseous form splitting upon into a swarm of blood-red blades.

>[Roll a 2d100 for any and all actions taken after this point, up until the end of combat]

Rolled 15, 74 = 89 (2d100)

>>3033903
Attempt to dodge the blade swarm.

Rolled 33, 91 = 124 (2d100)

>>3033925
>Attempt to dodge the blade swarm.
You draw yourself back to avoid the swarm of blades, managing to avoid most of them, though both you and Chris get nicked slightly by them. You move back some more to go shield Lance, as Chris darts forward at the monstrosity and brings his claws down upon it.

A shrine echoes out from it then, as the Dalu's claws shred into it, causing portions of its mass to boil and dissipate in the open air.

You then watch as it lashes at Chris with a newly-formed claw, sending him hurtling back towards you and Lance, right before it once again splits open and unleashes a storm of needle-thin teeth at you.

Rolled 22, 88 = 110 (2d100)

>>3033987
Go on the offensive by pouncing at it and attacking with claws/teeth.

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Rolled 10, 97 = 107 (2d100)

>>3034062
>Go on the offensive by pouncing at it and attacking with claws/teeth.
You leap towards it, claws and fangs beared to tear into it, but it leaps backward, continuing to fire its rain of teeth towards you and Chris.

You manage to block most of them with your bulk, with Chris only getting a light trickle of them, and you crash down upon the creature, horse-sized mass pinning it below you. You quickly begin to tear into it whilst it struggles under you, body trying to slip past your bulk and away from you.

It almost seems like its given up, right before it explodes outwards, and sends you flying backwards, toppling you over on to your back as you slide down the hall, almost hitting Lance.

Before you can properly recover, the thing leaps forward, form bending and twisting as it does so, and opens its mouth wide as it starts a collision course for your oh-so vulnerable throat.

Rolled 80, 20 = 100 (2d100)

>>3034182
Use our front paws to knock the leaping enemy to the side, away from our weak spot. Then attack it again.

>>3034211
>Use our front paws to knock the leaping enemy to the side, away from our weak spot. Then attack it again.
You raise your front paws and smack the thing dead center in its jaw (though some of its teeth end up embedded into your flesh as you do so), causing it to yelp and skid to the side.

Before it can recover however, you leap at it, with Chris right behind, and you both strike at it, tearing off an entire chunk of it and eliciting a scream of warbling pain from the beast.

You expect it to get up and try again at killing you, but it instead proceeds to dart down the hall, thick trails of slimy black fog billowing from it as it desperately tries to flee.

"Hey! Get back here!" Chris shouts, before taking off down the hall after it before you can stop him.

Rolled 4, 92 = 96 (2d100)

>>3034305
Attempt to chase it down and immobilize it as quickly as possible, before it can draw attention from anyone else.

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>>3034364
>Attempt to chase it down and immobilize it as quickly as possible, before it can draw attention from anyone else.
You dart down through the halls after both Chris and the aberration you just encountered, leaving Lance behind you, as you hurry forward to end this as quickly as possible.

It doesn't take long before you catch up to them, only to see the shadow thing flow into a room to the side. Namely, the one room you knew everyone in the complex avoided.

Room 160. The wooden door of it standing in harsh contrast to the cold metal of the other rooms. Situated next to it, you even see the Sam's room, though you can tell he's not physically present there. How odd.

Chris stands before the accursed room, glaring at it unpleasantly, but not daring to enter inside.

"Guess this is it, huh?" he grunts out. "Cursed room acting as the source of our unpleasant situation, whilst also producing evil spirits? Sounds like something out of a bad movie."

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>>3035884
Well then let's get this over with shall we?
>Open?

>>3035978
>Well then let's get this over with shall we?
>Open?
As you stand before the door of 160, you can only think of one thing appropriate fro the situation. You huff, and puff and you blow-

"If you finish that joke, then 160 is going to have to wait its turn at you." without even the slightest warning, Lance makes his presence known behind you, along with the the Queen herself, having just managed to catch up to you two.

"I'd have thrown myself at him first." Chris chooses to voice, voice lined with mild annoyance. Yeah, well fuck you too asshole.

Without missing much of a beat, Chris knocks the door open, and a freezing wind flows freely from the now-opened room.

You look within, and you see a a flowing and pulsating expanse of darkness, rippling and moving like the waves of some abyssal caricature of water.

"So, who goes first?"

>>3035995
Ask Lance if he's sure he wants to come with us, he seems very defenseless since he can't Change and all.

Regardless of his answer, slowly and cautiously enter the room, focusing all our senses to detect threats.

>>3036036
+1

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>>3036036
>>3036044
>Ask Lance if he's sure he wants to come with us, he seems very defenseless since he can't Change and all.
"I can hold my own just fine, thank you for asking." Lance replies, opening his eyes just enough to roll them."Besides, you two are big ol' super-werewolves who I've SEEN eat spirits for breakfast before, sometimes literally. We'll be fine."

>Regardless of his answer, slowly and cautiously enter the room, focusing all our senses to detect threats.
You decide to go first, being the biggest (at least, in this form) of the group. The flowing mass of darkness parts around your muzzle, and before you know it, it's sucked your entire form inside it.

The feeling of passing through the all-too-obvious tear in spacetime leaves you a bit off your feet, but doesn't really impair your senses that much, as the blackness near instantly clears and reveals to you instead a more direct affront to your senses. A twisting and expanding labyrinth of nauseating colors and sounds, the walls sliding and crawling and scraping with no rhyme or reason, and the 'ground' beneath you giggling and screaming at the same time. But beyond all that, one sound stands out amidst all others here...

The sound of a beating heart.

It doesn't take long before you're joined by Chris carrying Lance, and the Queen herself stepping through the rift, with Lance and Chris looking equally shook up like yourself at the utterly alien space around them, whilst the Queen's face turns more serious than you've ever seen her.

>>3036277
Look for the source of the heartbeat sound.

>>3036277
Ask the Queen what's wrong?

>>3036294
>>3036309
>Look for the source of the heartbeat sound.
You look around, specifically tuning your senses to search for the source behind the beating heart. Turning your head around towards the 'walls' of this place, you see them sickly pulsating and flowing with shadows. Shadows all like the creature that had assaulted you earlier. All flowing towards some unknown, twisting root that you can feel deeper in. Something that makes you want to puke just from the act of detecting it to begin with.

>Ask the Queen what's wrong?
You turn to the Queen next, and ask her what's going on her, and what's got her so on edge.

"It feels like...Chaos" she responds, closing her eyes, something that causes both you and Chris to tilt your heads. What's she talking about? "Hateful, and desiring only destruction and evil. There is no light to be found here."

"Please, be careful."

>>3036731
continue forward.

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>>3036825
>continue forward.
You push forward into the sickening expanse, with the Queen shining a light into the darkness, and you heading the group itself. Around the shadows change into an assortment of screaming faces, pitched giggles and whining mouths, crying discordance that tries to seep in under your fur, but the shining light and your own willpower drive them away, your fangs snapping them back alongside Chris' own.

In but a few minutes, the shadows deepen such that even the light offers little in the way of illumination against how thick they've become, with even the ground beneath you having become utterly enveloped by them. Though you can still detect the heartbeat, but now it's all around you, creating deep ripples in the non-existent walls and floor, with the d akrness seeming to press inwards and outwards with every beat. Almost as if this entire place was all just an extension of one massive entity.

It rodent take much longer after that before the darkness is parted somewhat by a flame in the center of it. Except that this flame is dark and offers no warmth like the Queens light, and doesn't truly seem to be a 'flame' at all. If anything, it closer resembles an open wound into an expanse of nothingness that has been carved into a caricature of a fire. And before that dark pyre, amidst by numerous other figures cloaked in the pulsating shadows, all surrounded on every side by shadow creatures like the one you had fought earlier, and stnading beside *something* that you can't quite make out, you see him.

"Ah yes! My friends!" that same oddly mechanical tone, yet filled with so positively alien chipperness fills the writhing void around you. "We so do hope you enjoyed the display of the Maeljin's kindness that we offered you!"

>>3037269
Shout "SAM!?!?! What the hell is this? Explain yourself quickly, before we tear you apart!"

>>3037925
>Shout "SAM!?!?! What the hell is this? Explain yourself quickly, before we tear you apart!"
The bastard chuckles, giggling madly in a manner you've never seen him do before. His twisted voice echoes across the void, almost sounding like a million voices all laughing together with the same fevered insanity behind them.

"This is merely the truth, dear brother of mine. The truth of the Maeljin, the true gods of the cosmos."

"That sounds like a load of cult-bullshit to me!" Lance shouts, voice descending into a low growl that could almost match Chris' own.

"~Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps~" the clearly-insane boy you responds in a disgustingly sing-song tone. "But thanks to my associate here, I know that all of this is true and that I have merely been doing my part to enlighten my fellow brothers and sisters of this truth."

He gestures over to the indistinct figure next to him, which burns your eyes if you try to focus on it for even a moment (though the Queen pointedly brightens when Sam refers to it), and then toth shadowed beings next to him.

"Is it not beautiful my brothers? And you too can become a part of the perfect truth and the perfect world we shall create under the Maeljin, if you shall only join us. As proper siblings."

>>3038168
Charge at Sam and attack him with full force.

>>3038189
Roll a 3d100 for the effectiveness attack.

Rolled 74, 42, 30 = 146 (3d100)

>>3038255

Rolled 92, 46, 39 = 177 (3d100)

>>3038255

Rolled 4, 32, 81 = 117 (3d100)

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>>3038258
>>3038261
>>3038266
177. Well, you hit him. Writing.

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>>3038168
>Charge at Sam and attack him with full force.
With a roar of fangs and howling death, you charge at Sam, intent on ripping him apart. The fucker doesn't even pretend to try and dodge, eyes shimmering with a blindingly mad glee.

With claw and fang, you rip and tear at him, until there's barely anything left to be considered even remotely comparable to a corpse. Just flecks of blood and crushed meat. Your rage driving you to destroy what you might have once considered a friend utterly.

...But then the giggling starts.

From all around you, the cloaked figures produce the sound of hideous giggling that Sam himself had started off with, all slightly differently and yet it ends up the same. A tittering cacophony of the voices of lost children that flow into each other until they become a singular whole. A singular voice in the dark.

His.

You watch as the darkness around you flows and moves and churns, and within mere seconds it coalesces into a mass of twisting black sludge only vaguely humanoid in shape, reeking of rotting meat and a sickly sweet stench that you can't describe. And then the features pull themselves into existence, skin and eyes and teeth, and the same white clothing.

"That was fun. Though I don't think Viruhk-Ur will be pleased at your response to our offer. Either way, I think it's my turn now."

You feel something wet and slimy stab at you, before slamming you backwards, right down towards your friends, whilst Sam and his shadowed associate stare down at your wounded form.

"Iolithae, you can have them if you want." Sam murmurs, voice sounding distant and cold as it usually is. "But I'd like a tiny bit left of that Urshul. For later work."

The warped figure seems to acknowledge his words, before floating down towards you. Form indistinct and hazy, and yet perhaps remaining the most disturbing thing here.

>>3039482
Attack Iolithae

Rolled 53, 54, 100, 79 = 286 (4d100)

>>3039649
Roll a 3d100 for your attack on the figure. For reasons.

Rolled 88, 86, 52 = 226 (3d100)

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>>3039811
226. Huh. You don't get yourself obliterated. Writing.

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>>3039482
>Attack Iolithae
Before you (or Chris, judging by how pissed off he seemed) can even move to assault the figure descending down towards you, the Queen darts past you and then-

A flash of pure blinding white power alights in the heart of the flowing expanse of writhing darkness. The shadow creatures boil and twist and scream and dissolve away, and even Sam and his acolytes seem disturbed by the bright light pouring out. It even becomes a struggle for you, Chris, and even Lance himself to look at for too long.

As the light dims, you see the Queen, unharmed but standing resolute and more focused and serious than you've ever seen her. But before you can ask her what happened, you see the other figure.

Right before all of you, you see that the distortion preventing you from seeing the entity originally has shattered, and leaves behind a sight you can only describe as...perfect. Impossibly, uncannily, terribly, beautifully, disastrously, wonderfully, nightmarishly, perfect. A form sculpted to be beyond any form of description or words in its stunning perfection, and yet utterly unnerving and nightmarish in how it lacks any form of flaw. And then you hear it speak, and the already twisted world seems to grow more twisted.

"I did not take you to be one to strike so cruelly, Moon-Queen. Nevertheless, it is always a pleasure to try and bring you over to the truth of things."

"Greetings, young ones. I am Iolithae Septimian, and I am of the Excrucians. We are here to save you."

>>3040565
Check our surroundings.

>>3040565
attack her again

>>3040613
>Check our surroundings.
The world around you has cracked and distorted, becoming a blinding array of alien sights and sounds, fractal imagery skittering all around you. Images of fuzzy multi-faceted worms coiling in and beyond the world, of things grander than entire words dancing before you. All as Iolithae Septimian calmly smiles at you, the voids in her eyes filled with falling stars twinkling as they plummet.

>attack her again
You roar your rage and hate, and charge to attack her again, ignoring whatever your friends might have to say on the matter. Iolithae welcomes it all with th same grin, and whispers a single word beyond your ability to discern just as you are about to fall upon her.

You feel pain in that fraction of an instant. Pure, terrible, blissful pain. Your body breaking and contorting in accordance with what the impossibly-perfect entity has whispered into the world. Shattering into fractal patterns, and then re-knitting yourself over and over and over for what seems like an eternity, before you are finally set loose and dropped to the pulsating floor, gasping and sputtering for anything. Anything at all.

"~Aww~ I think the little doggy needs a nap."

Chris, Lance and the Queen rush to your side, and you can feel the Queen's light doing her best to mend what damage you've suffered, all as the monster before you continues to smile on pleasantly.

>>3041450
Screw it, lets change to Gauru and fuck them up!

>>3041484
Roll a 3d100 for the change and your attack.

Rolled 22, 73, 73 = 168 (3d100)

>>3041926

Rolled 87, 61, 53 = 201 (3d100)

>>3041926

>>3042078
Finally, a good roll!

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>>3041995
>>3042078
201. The sun shines favorably upon you this turning. Writing.

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>>3041450
>Screw it, lets change to Gauru and fuck them up!
All right. Fuck this. You're ending this here.

The Queen draws her hand back as your wounds begin to mend on their own, natural regeneration increasing exponentially as you decide to justskip all the fucking foreplay and just go right for the throat.

"Oh boy. That isn't good." Chris and Lance mutter, eyes widening with realization what you're about to do.

You leap off the ground, as your Urshul form is discarded, quadrupedal stance discarded in favor of a more human-like body shape, but still supine in nature. Your muscles crackle and pulsars and swell to utterly obscene proportions, and you let lose a vicious howl to the air as your War-Form fully manifests. And as it does, you turn all your bloodlust and rage right upon the one behind this fucked up mess.


Sam briefly widens his eyes, right before your beastly mass crashes down to where he was once standing, him having regained his composure just enough to move out of the way. You snap your head towards him and snarl before leaping at him again, which he dodges away from.

"Brothers and Sisters, to arms. Kill the interlopers. Our hospitality has been abused enough I think." He motions towards all of the shadowed figures around, who move in sync and discard their cloaks, quickly assuming even more monstrous wolf shapes before descending towards both you, and your friends, moving to fulfill their master's wish.

"Focus on him. I'll deal with Iolithae. And I'll keep the others safe." You almost think you hear the Queen whisper inside your mind, an attempt at reassuring and soothing you. But at this point, all you care about is tearing apart all the prey before you.

>>3043066
Attack Sam with all the rage and fury we can muster.

Rolled 41, 90, 49, 62 = 242 (4d100)

>>3044169
Roll a 3d100 for your attempt to tear Sam a new one.

Rolled 65, 26, 26 = 117 (3d100)

>>3045161

Rolled 49, 35, 92 = 176 (3d100)

>>3045161

>>3045213
>>3045272
176. Not that good, and certainly not quite the ripping you had in mind. Writing.

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>>3043066
You descend upon Sam, a raging tide of muscle, and fury, and fang. His eyes twinkle with revolting glee, and as you slam down towards him, throwing aside the sickly monstrous wolves that tried to surround you (some of which you vaguely recognize, even twisted and distorted as they now are, some non-raging part of your brain realizes), he dodges to the side, faster than you could catch , discarding his facial mask to be absorbed by the writhing shadows all around you, as you swivel towards him once more, blood of your fallen and tainted brothers staining your claws and jaw.

"Yes, ~yesssss~ Come to me bother. And give me the feast that I have so longed for" He cancels madly, as his own skin starts to warp and stretch and distort akin to your own.

His clothing rips apart, scraps dissolving in the churning void around you, all as dark fur tears it's way across Sam's skin, pushing its way out of his body with such force as to seem painful. Muscle builds and grows and grows, swelling of truly obscene proportions, as you watch him tear ever upwards in size, becoming a monstrosity to dwarf all the other twisted souls here, and even making you seem insignificant in the face of his sheer size.

Even as his face starts to push out into his his own muzzle, complete with the cracking and warping of flesh and bone, you can still hear that demented laugh coming from him, coming from all aorund you in the darkness, which pulsates to it. A vile song for a vile place, playing over and over without end.

Soon enough, the creature before you stands lly-formed, and absolutely giant. Its pitch-black fur moving akin to a mass of individual insects trying to retain the form of a wolf, and both flesh and fur have formed dark enough to make the caustic nightmare around you almost seem a full grey in comparison. Bones tear out of its frame haphazardly, with some rising out of its back, it's arms and legs, and even its head, forming a sort of revolting 'horns' atop it's head.

Deep red eyes meet your own, swimming with I insanity, and finally the monstrosity tears its head back, and lets loose a low and terrible howl. One that sounds almost crossed between a scream and Sam's own laughter in terms of how it comes off to your senses.

As its howl dies down, the brute suddenly snaps forward, and dives with jaws opening wildly to snap down upon your body without any forewarning. Seems he's not going to play fair any more.

>>3045620
Attempt to dodge his attack and then go behind him and attempt to climb on top of him, using his own outer bones as handholds and footholds.

If that works, attempt to attack his head and neck with full force, putting all our weight behind our attacks.

Rolled 47, 24, 76, 68 = 215 (4d100)

>>3046480
Roll a 3d100 for trying to scale him and attack his head successfully.

Rolled 9, 86, 35 = 130 (3d100)

>>3046853

Rolled 52, 79, 27 = 158 (3d100)

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>>3046866
>>3047182
158. Not your best, but you aren't getting truly flattened yet. Writing.

>>3045620
You try to veer out of the way of the beasts lunging jaws, pulling your much smaller form away from his attack in an attempt to maneuver behind. You leap towards his back with the intention of gripping onto his jutting bones to pull yourself upward, and you manage to grip onto the first of them along his back and pull yourself up some. But it doesn't last-

As the creatures body violently shudders, and you feel the fur around it forcefully wrap around your arms and legs. Tearing and pulling at you with thousands of razor-sharp hairs, as the beasts flesh turns to boiling ooze beneath you as it attempts to pull you inwards.

>>3047467
Lets double down on this plan and attempt to ignore the pain and pull ourselves up to it's head and attack it.

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>>3047932
>Lets double down on this plan and attempt to ignore the pain and pull ourselves up to it's head and attack it.
Growling through the burning agony of attempted forceful assimilation, you push yourself up the creatures body, feeling the fur gripped around you trying desperately to pull you back down in spite of your movement, the numerous sharp hairs knifing into you over and over as you climb towards its head.

With a single roaring push, you tear your way up its back and around its neck, yanking the hairs free from their rooting in the beasts back, eliciting a warbling howl of pain from it. And with a raised claw, you plunge it deep into the creatures neck, sending it roaring and clawing over itself in an attempt to dislodge you, sending itself into a raging topple that crushes many of its subordinate creatures beneath it's bulk. Below you, you catch abare glimpse of the other creatures that arrived with you ('Alilies/Friends/Pack' your more reasonale half provides) fighting off a swarming tide of the other entities, all whilst a glaring light and boiling shadow clash with maddening laws and un-laws in a distant corner of the room.

Beneath you, the terrible beast pushes itself off the ground just as you had begun to stab your claws across its head and neck, slicing through muscle fibres and exposing flesh and skull, and forcefully dislodged you by throwing its head, slamming your body against the heaving ground as it motions for another set of lesser entities to horde and devour you.

>>3048353
Sprints towards the lesser entity that is the closest to Sam and attempt to jump on top of it, then instantly jump off it's shoulders (keeping our momentum) to Sam's head to attack it again.

>>3048390
>Sprints towards the lesser entity that is the closest to Sam and attempt to jump on top of it, then instantly jump off it's shoulders (keeping our momentum) to Sam's head to attack it again.
Sprinting towards the nearest creature, some emaciated houndlike thing that might've been one of oyur siblings once, you leap upon it, its form somewhat buckling under your sudden weight upon it. And with barely a moment lost, you rocket off from it, boosting yourself up and away whilst retaining your original forward momentum. Hurtling through the air over the hordes of raving fur and teeth, and towards the hulking form of Sam, who seems almost surprised by your sudden burst of movement, hateful red eyes widening ever so slightly as you speed towards him on a direct course of impact.

You fly towards his head, where there is still exposed tissue and skull from your last attack steadily mending itself, and with claws outstretched, you dig yourself firmly into the exposed musculature and bone, lodging yourself atop Sam's face and causing him to scream and tear at his face in anger and rage. You feel those claws trying to grip at you in hardened frenzy, all whilst the exposed bone of his head begins to rupture outwards to try and impale you upon itself.

>>3048566
Attack his head with full fury, focusing on it's exposed skull, trying to break through it to destroy it's brain to kill him.

Rolled 44, 89, 56, 71 = 260 (4d100)

>>3049133
Roll a 3d100 for what might be your final assault.

Rolled 99, 21, 25 = 145 (3d100)

>>3049169

Rolled 2, 88, 73 = 163 (3d100)

>>3049169

Rolled 93, 2, 15 = 110 (3d100)

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>>3049248
>>3049253
163. Welp, win or lose, at least you did something. Writing.

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>>3048566
>Attack his head with full fury, focusing on it's exposed skull, trying to break through it to destroy it's brain to kill him.
You ignore the yipping and gnashing creatures below you, you ignore your prey's howls and screams and cries of rage and hate, you ignore the pain as its roving claws grip and tear into you as they desperately try to remove you from your place atop its head, you ven ignore the lancing spikes of bone forming from its skull to compare you upon themselves. You ignore it all in favor of finally ending your hunt. Nothing else.

The beast that was once kin screams and raves and roars below you, calling for its minions of come and aid it, but you dont' even have to look to tell that those weak hordes have already been forced into an even more pathetic state from your other two pack members. You can even tell that the one with unchanged blood running through him is already holding his own in the heat of battle. And the third one, fighting in a battle against an unthinkable terror, boils the beasts away just from the sheer affecting force of their clash. Thusly leaving you and your prey.

You grin and tear right into the skull, ripping out a massive portion of bone-matter and tossing it aside. There. You can finally see it, the very root of your hunt. The beast's movements become even more frantic, with it slamming itself along the ground and whatever alien extensions this place has, all in an attempt to remove you. But you remain firmly dug in on top of it. Its struggle become a blur as you claw and bite your way further through the spiking shell hiding what you most desire.

As more of the skull breaks away, you see it fully. Pulsating an ebon black, and looking more like a mass of toxic inky black sludge than anything else, you see the 'brain' of your once-kin. And with a crying howl to the sky, you plunge your fangs muzzle into that flowing blackness, tearing into it and ripping at it with both teeth and claws. Biting and clawing away at the muck until you finally rectify the greatest mistake of your kin.

Sam's body gives one last defiant attempt to dislodge you with a forceful slam and weak clawing attempt, and then it weakly shudders, pulling itself up high as you continue your feast, and then let's out a single pained wail of a howl. Terrible enough that it causes even your ears to bleed with the raw force of it and the inherent anguish in it. But you also feel something notably...'kin' amongst that pained cry. Something you haven't felt from Sam until now. Something all too human in make.

>cont

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>>3050134
As the wail continues, your senses pick up the dimming of the fighting around you, And instead, you start to hear the falling of bodies all around. Dozens, hundreds of them. All collapsing as one as their leader lets out his final cry, his final order. Their very essence which had been tied to him, beginning to vanish with his end. Your lost siblings given some last sounds of their own before finally falling into the true rest.

The battle is over.

As Sam's body fully collapses onto the dark flowing mess floor, you look over your handiwork, the much larger wolf thing having a gaping oozing hole in its skull that drips black slime from what little ruins remain of its brain, its form having stopped its regeneration as it finally died. Looking over, you see the other bodies littered around the floor in similar states, with most leaking some muck from barely-healed wounds.

And as you look over the battlefield, to see the triumphant and smiling faces of your pack, you decide to raise your head to the air again, to offer another howl. But one of victory this time, victory for the hunt. But as you do-

The sound of flesh being torn fills the air. All is still, all is silent. The look of victory drops form your packmates faces, as you feel something twist and turn in your gut. Looking down, you see a spike of bone having lanced you right through the stomach, clearly making its way through the other end just from sheer length and sharpness. And what it emerges from, you can barely believe yourself..

"Did you...truly think me felled quite yet, brother?" the growling, gurgling voice of Sam fills the air, as the bone spear from his ruined skull twists further inside your belly. "Though I may die...You are coming with me as I go."

The lance of bone pushes itself further into you, though you can already feel yourself fading. You can vaguely hear the voices of your pack-friends, calling out to you, but its already growing so dark and hazy. The last thing to fill your vision and hearing is the red glint of Sam's eye, and his cruel chuckle in your ear.

Then all goes black.

>>3050147
Try to wake up.