JesTheRed

Grinding in Arcania (again)

  • She/Her

~30 | AuDHD | Demi Transbian??? | Occasional writer | Bug furry?? (Idk the right term for it, but the urge to shed this human flesh for a hardened exoskeleton is strong sometimes) | Perhaps a little Poke-therian somewhere in the mix? Idk, I like Flygon.


Gaming Interests: Dungeon Crawlers, RPGs, Turn based strategy, Management games, occasionally Pokemon, pretty much anything with meaningful exploration
Hobbies: Being tired :(
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Ask me about Etrian Odyssey, Tunic, Fire Emblem, and/or Pokemon. I can and will nerd out about them.


caffeinatedOtter
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The warehouse begins to crumple as though some vast and angry fist is closing around it, and the human's feet go out from under them. Gnawtooth lunges, catches a handful of windbreaker, and sinks her hind claws into bucking corrugated aluminium.

The roof flexes hard enough to pull her talons through the metal, channeled along the corrugated grooves, the sheeting screaming as it parts.

"Oh wow, okay!" Gnawtooth says, and takes a running jump off the building, which noisily, in juddering stages, implodes. She doesn't stay to spectate; loping straight out of the fenced-in loading yard, then veering off the access road outside, into the trees.

Behind them, the abrupt squeeze of the entire flammable contents of the warehouse through a hole in space less than two metres wide, straight into an ocean of liquid fire, hits some point of miscible volatility, and everything explodes.


"Wow," Gnawtooth says, as they watch the relatively small but extremely intense fire, circled by an entire three-ring circus of industrial-incident emergency response, from a distant vantage point. "You know, when you opened a summoning circle into Hell without any of the targeting or containment, I thought you'd really fucked up and killed us! But the open hole sucked the Eye-Eater right into the lakes of fire, and then the warehouse exploding collapsed the hole, and I didn't even know you could do that!"

"Wait, Hell?" the human says, looking very pale and wide-eyed and shaken still.

"Power move," Gnawtooth says. "Do you not remember that? Are you in shock?" she adds solicitously. "Or — wait. You're not secretly injured, are you?"

The human looks blankly at her. "I don't think I'm injured," they say finally. "Are you?"

Gnawtooth has been walking on a leg broken in three places since they jumped off the roof, but damned if she's going to say so now, since humans are apparently indestructible.

"Twisted my ankle!" she lies cheerily.

The human is a mad poet of arcane violence, and Gnawtooth will show no weakness, or they'll surely leave her behind — possibly eat her to fuel their continued rampage — and Gnawtooth would hate to miss whatever happens next.

It's better than TV.


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