Go
deep throat
a cactus
Fired up from the Sea of Dreams, the demigod takes her leaves of Maea and continues onward, traipsing single-mindedly across the cracked and decrepit earth until something stirs in her and in the middle of the barren wasteland, a monster is born.
Wings sprout from her back, her skin ripples as scales overtake nanites and flesh, and what short hair she has erupts into a hissing visage of serpents. The new creatures stretches and rolls its neck, until there are several satisfying cracks and then she straightens, flaps her newfound wings, and takes to the sky. In the dark, anyone who knew Amalia might think this woman to be the long-lost Archangel, coming out of the depths of nowhere to make haste to Stormbreak.
They would be mistaken. Wessex flies until she spots a massive boneyard, and, curious, descends. Only to find another shrine of bones. And so the Wraith smiles wickedly, and begins her destruction, letting half her Gorgon features go so she can set her lasers on the skulls.
Wings sprout from her back, her skin ripples as scales overtake nanites and flesh, and what short hair she has erupts into a hissing visage of serpents. The new creatures stretches and rolls its neck, until there are several satisfying cracks and then she straightens, flaps her newfound wings, and takes to the sky. In the dark, anyone who knew Amalia might think this woman to be the long-lost Archangel, coming out of the depths of nowhere to make haste to Stormbreak.
They would be mistaken. Wessex flies until she spots a massive boneyard, and, curious, descends. Only to find another shrine of bones. And so the Wraith smiles wickedly, and begins her destruction, letting half her Gorgon features go so she can set her lasers on the skulls.
