At first, there was silence, the curiosity of Moses' gaze scanning whatever he could. A look back and he saw that Mimora was taking her own initiative, trying some techniques of her own. He returned to his observations, his fingers running along whatever anomaly protruded or retracted in the stone. Unfortunately, he found nothing. But it was the sudden thud of splashing water that turned his head back to the Bloodbag. She remained frozen, like a statue, and it caused his actions to slow to a stop.
"Mimora, what's wron-?" A clambering thud and a heavy woosh of air cut off his words. An ugly, insidious thing fell from the sky and divided them between itself. Moses staggered back defensively. His fingers grew numb and color drained from his face. It reeled up and stood tall, a disgusting array of teeth lining a head-consuming mouth. Yet without eyes it stared him down, burned a hole in the Original's chest and shook him to his core. This wasn't a second chance at life. This was the first stage of hell.
"Ssssshit," Perfetti mumbled. But then his eyes caught the curling red hair of the Magic Original and his dread skyrocketed. They had to get out of here, now!
"MIMORA, RUN FOR IT!" he ordered. He turned on heel in the split of a second and lunged forward, his legs carrying him with a swiftness he'd long forgotten. She spared no time, either, as she met him quickly in their departure from the beast. Without even thinking, he placed a hand on her back and pushed her ahead of him. He only looked back once, maybe twice as the thing stood menacingly. He hoped, prayed to whatever was out there that it wouldn't follow!
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"Ssssshit," Perfetti mumbled. But then his eyes caught the curling red hair of the Magic Original and his dread skyrocketed. They had to get out of here, now!
"MIMORA, RUN FOR IT!" he ordered. He turned on heel in the split of a second and lunged forward, his legs carrying him with a swiftness he'd long forgotten. She spared no time, either, as she met him quickly in their departure from the beast. Without even thinking, he placed a hand on her back and pushed her ahead of him. He only looked back once, maybe twice as the thing stood menacingly. He hoped, prayed to whatever was out there that it wouldn't follow!
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