Re: (Chalybis) The Lesser Remnants of Telluratus
Chalybis feels immense satisfaction as the foul beasts around him are torn to thousands of tiny shreds and thrown within him. He takes their being, the worm-spitters, easily.. their flesh is pale and weak, easy enough to take, and they all fall before any more damage can be done to Telluratus. A slime-covered, writhing thing then leaps at the God of Machines, but falls beneath his stare - having no armour to speak of, being extremely light, it is quickly flung into the gaping abyss..
The purple light within the center of the urn-like Mad God is weaker now. Perhaps it cannot conjure up any more creatures. Chalybis knows this to be the last moment. He almost begins to assimilate the Mad God within him, that pathetic creature which cannot even defend itself any longer, however, before a strange feeling makes him stop.
He does not know about the nature of the being, and perhaps if he did, he'd be better prepared..
Do not drink or eat from the Mad, nor accept their gifts, or engage in vampirism upon their writhing flesh..
Chalybis feels something he hasn't felt before. Dread. Deeply uneasy. He feels as if their is something acidic within him, clawing itself out of his body. But nothing remains. He cannot even vomit, for he is not organic in nature, though he feels the clanking within him slow, stop - he almost dies for a second - and reverse. The abyss stops, but his eyes, instead of the usual red glow, show only black.
He sees the universe, and the numbers - oh, a rapture of numbers that he has not even dreamed of before.
(Please submit to me a second sheet regarding your Cthonic form and whatnot. I'll make all the changes and update once more when you send me the sheet. Cheers.)