Frankly, I'm surprised nobody posted something like this earlier.
Last week, we were shown Divided We Fall, Mortimer Kal's, Citadel's, Luminary's and Emperor Cole's reaction to an invasion of Hamidon Seedlings. But one wonders, what of the other characters? How would they react?
That is what this thread is for. Feel free to comment or give your own story.
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She was basking in the sun.
It felt such a ridiculous thing to do, and yet, there was something in it that she enjoyed, a simple pleasure for an ancient mind. Not only the rooftop she claimed had a good view of the mid-afternoon sun, the light further reflected off the mirrored office block behind her. Most creatures would complain about the heat caused by the metal roof and the doubled-up sun.
But then, most creatures wouldn't be thinking about the sunshine's flavor.
Her name was Harmony of Sorrow, though the city at large knew her as Sorrowdancer. She was also nine purple feet of tentacle-backed, somewhat translucent serpent, curled up on a hot metal roof. To a casual observer.... well. To a casual observer, she was just an alien monster. To a slightly more open-minded one, she'd seem to be dozing, taking a break from a hard day of oppressing and/or protecting the weak.
The truth was, of course, not that simple. Her eyes were closed but her mind was open. Her attention moved from area to area, sensing for presences and oddities. The wells of energy that were evidence of a Peacebringer and the voids where a Nictus was. She touched upon them briefly, long enough to recognize the beings in question. Allies. Rivals. A few friends. They weren't who she was on the lookout for. But her kin and prey knew better than to risk leaving their hiding places today, it seemed.
Thus, it was pure chance that her eyeless sight fell upon the disturbance.
Six eyes flew open in surprise. The Warshade raised her head, squinting off into the empty sky. There was something there. A gentle disturbance - a gravitic shadow of something that wasn't there. That wasn't there yet she corrected herself. She probed the disturbance, trying to make sense of it. Less than a minute later, her mandibles locked as she recognized the pattern. She didn't see it before because... because she didn't think to consider it at such scale.
The building far end of a bridge. The mouth of a dimensional portal. Something was coming. Something immense.
She threw her head back and screamed. No sound came from that alien throat, because her message did not need sound. She felt it received by other minds. She did not care who received her warning - Peacebringer, Warshade or Nictus. Very soon, she'd feel it echoed, carried along, spreading like wildfire.
Something was coming. It was time to get ready, whatever it was.
The Warshade coiled up and sprung into the air, a silent prayer repeated like a battle mantra.
Frankly, I'm surprised nobody posted something like this earlier.
Last week, we were shown Divided We Fall, Mortimer Kal's, Citadel's, Luminary's and Emperor Cole's reaction to an invasion of Hamidon Seedlings. But one wonders, what of the other characters? How would they react?
That is what this thread is for. Feel free to comment or give your own story.
* * *
She was basking in the sun.
It felt such a ridiculous thing to do, and yet, there was something in it that she enjoyed, a simple pleasure for an ancient mind. Not only the rooftop she claimed had a good view of the mid-afternoon sun, the light further reflected off the mirrored office block behind her. Most creatures would complain about the heat caused by the metal roof and the doubled-up sun.
But then, most creatures wouldn't be thinking about the sunshine's flavor.
Her name was Harmony of Sorrow, though the city at large knew her as Sorrowdancer. She was also nine purple feet of tentacle-backed, somewhat translucent serpent, curled up on a hot metal roof. To a casual observer.... well. To a casual observer, she was just an alien monster. To a slightly more open-minded one, she'd seem to be dozing, taking a break from a hard day of oppressing and/or protecting the weak.
The truth was, of course, not that simple. Her eyes were closed but her mind was open. Her attention moved from area to area, sensing for presences and oddities. The wells of energy that were evidence of a Peacebringer and the voids where a Nictus was. She touched upon them briefly, long enough to recognize the beings in question. Allies. Rivals. A few friends. They weren't who she was on the lookout for. But her kin and prey knew better than to risk leaving their hiding places today, it seemed.
Thus, it was pure chance that her eyeless sight fell upon the disturbance.
Six eyes flew open in surprise. The Warshade raised her head, squinting off into the empty sky. There was something there. A gentle disturbance - a gravitic shadow of something that wasn't there. That wasn't there yet she corrected herself. She probed the disturbance, trying to make sense of it. Less than a minute later, her mandibles locked as she recognized the pattern. She didn't see it before because... because she didn't think to consider it at such scale.
The building far end of a bridge. The mouth of a dimensional portal. Something was coming. Something immense.
She threw her head back and screamed. No sound came from that alien throat, because her message did not need sound. She felt it received by other minds. She did not care who received her warning - Peacebringer, Warshade or Nictus. Very soon, she'd feel it echoed, carried along, spreading like wildfire.
Something was coming. It was time to get ready, whatever it was.
The Warshade coiled up and sprung into the air, a silent prayer repeated like a battle mantra.
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