Style: Fantasy
Rules: Open posting.
Setting: Tundra
Post-limit: None
I'll have a post up in twenty or so minutes.

A figure moved in the forest that led to the opening of the tundra, walking towards the open land. The frigid air did nothing to him, as he could survive any climate. He carried a few weapons, and doubted he needed them, as his experience fighting the creatures of this universe had led him to believe so. Keeping to the edge of the forest, he continued his stroll, his hands behind his head, the sanguine hued optics scanning for any signs of prey.

His only thought at the moment, was about feeding, and he'd stop at nothing to get it. The air got damp, as a presence had tinted it's cool freshness with blood. He became ecstatic.

For some time now a dormant beast has been residing within this region of the world, relatively docile during its time in the waking world, but easily provoked should an entity of any kind threaten its existence. Subtle vibrations underneath the frosted soil activate its runes, catching the kinetic energy within their crystallic structure and holding it there for a few minutes before simply vomiting it up onto Gaia's surface; cracking the ice that keeps it concealed from the rest of humanity.

A refulgent steam seeps through the cracks that plague this desolate beauty, refracting light of the sun and converting it into solar fuel that it can use to activate its powers. The outer perimeter of the land now begins to heat up in an orange ring, suffice to say that it truly is a fiery one - removing the blanket that has kept the lush greenery asleep for so very long. Unfortunately for the locals in the area, natural selection was feeling pretty flawed and self-contradicting in its own twisted rite.

Out of the pits it or rather... he as it shall be referred to for the time being emerges with a massive rocky hand, digging into the ground and pulling up the rest of its bulk. Agron: One of many shape-shifting behemoths that use Earth and various other planets as their source of nutrients. His goal: find and annihilate whatever creature that has disturbed his slumber by any means necessary. The massive golem begins its trudge through the snow, shaking the land with every step he takes.

As he stepped, he felt the ground beneath him trembling. Surely this was his prey, and what a thrill it would be. He began to chant spells in latin, invoking the very true nature of the hellhole of his soul. As he spoke, and walked, a dark haze left his mouth, forming around the area like fog. He took careful note of the direction of the sources of the tremors, perceiving them to be steps of some sort.

He continued chanting, adding more and more spiritual energy to the spell, multiplying the force of the spell. It's intent was to devoid the area of chemicals, minerals, and sources of light. He kept a hold on it's full force, hoping to lure the creature into the center of the spell, in order to utilize it fully. Hopefully this creature was of an earthly descent, or at least needed it's life energy to function. His stride got a tad bit more pep in it.

The runes that are normally inside his body now begin to manifest on the outside, exposing themselves to whatever creatures that may be lurking in nearby. As strange as the word may sound, Agron is fully capable of the same feat; moving underground like a milk-worm moves through soil, letting its prey become trapped in the very environment that the predator has provided it with. And so, he will apply the same method, his runes losing their luster as his entire body takes on a much paler complexion, standing there; lifeless.

He begins to move underground in molten form, leaving a trail of steam wherever he ventures, following the subtle vibrations that the opposition now makes. Agron is slightly tainted with the energy that the enemy has been exerting and channels it into his runes before allowing it to circulate throughout his entire body, acting as conduits for it to travel through.

Gaia's surface begins to quake once more as her sensitive skin begins to undulate in all directions. Agron's runes slowly begin to come closely together, compressing the gathered energy into a wave that they will send at the antagonist. Its power is amplified by the heat that the shape-shifter provided and chained together by the runes, leaving just unstable enough to explode should it contact any solid objects.

Damn, dude, I have practice, I'll post later

As he felt the vibrations in the ground, he seriously started to doubt whether or not he'd be hunting to sink his fangs into a good piece of flesh, or fighting to stay in one piece, seeing as survival on his part is inevitable. He chanted the last verse of the spell, and the fog began to form a sphere of pure dark matter around the area. The matter ate away at all forms of life, only inside it's diameter.

As this happened, he dispersed into a fog, floating along the area, and leaving a large trace of the fog to form into a bat. The fog enveloped the bat's figure, following it where-ever it fluttered it's wings. Slightly larger than the regular bat, it was easily differentiated between the rest, so it took it's rest on a nearby branch, upside down. It watched the sphere, and waited for the adversary.

Agron being the type of creature that he is, disallows sense of sound, rendering whatever this thing may have been doing somewhat inconspicuous in the sense that his tactics were rather obfuscated; evidenced by the dark matter that ate away at the waves of earth that came towering overhead. This was something his runes could use to their advantage, taking into account that this particular matter acted as an expansion-device as well as a tool for compression.

The only thing that the shape-shifter had to do now was amplify his own power, utilizing the heat he was generating in combination with his runes to counter-act the effects of said energy. He was essentially powering up the runes, which in-turn increased the sheer potency of the energy previously gathered. Agron's results were incredibly simple, the constant battle for supremacy between decadence and growth meant their inevitable and unstable collapse.

Such particles could not be maintained by Agron, nor was his consciousness registering any methods as to how to do so. So for a brief few seconds, the area that the cloud had covered would experience massive gravimetric shifts due to the expansion of mass and the compression of said matter, resulting in a violent explosion, that rocked the tundra down to the minerals beneath them. The entity itself suffered minor fractures of its conscience due to such a reality-twisting event. Whatever happened to his adversary, that was up to fate to decide.

The bat hanging upside down the tree took no time wasting in getting it's tiny little ass away from the collision of energies. As a wave spanked him from the back, it forced the vampire from the bat form into the rest of the particles that he had trailing behind him.

The large mass of particles floating in the air leaked out large amounts of negative energy onto the earth, their minuscule bodies not being able to hold it in much longer due to the warping of reality.They twisted and distorted within their own ranks, forming what seemed to be a large eyeball. Others formed a flock of bats, fluttering around the eyeball that was being made. What seemed to be dragon skin covered most of the eye, save for the part used to see, including the aqueous humor and the pupil.

The flock began to screech, at ridiculously high levels of frequency, combating the waves that had been forced outward earlier. As the sound waves traveled, almost visible due to the constant push against the other waves, a distortion in reality, the eyeball began to charge itself with the dark energy that floated around it, along with the energy it retained as an ethereal being.

So it seemed whatever his opponent was had chosen to undermine the raw force that this blast gave off. Simple soundwaves weren't enough to combat an explosion that was kicked off by warping reality. The sheer prospect of using soundwaves to combat something of this magnitude was stupid in and of itself, even if they were being fueled by ethereal magic, it was still miniscule in comparison to what Agron had done.

If soundwaves could be this powerful, than the oxygen content in the air must've been pretty damn high in order to fend off such an explosion, something Agron would surely take advantage of. His runes extended their reach, tainting themselves with more and more of the same energy that had been used to manipuate the dark matter. After all, had there not been dark energy, dark matter would not be able to function, or at least it wouldn't be able to function without some serious consequences.

As for the eyeball, Agron had a simple plan in store for the thing. Remember those high oxygen levels? Well he was about to ignite it, starting with his molten body resurfacing from underground and then hollowing out the inside, before filling it up with steam. After enough was accumulated, it was a simple matter of nudging it a bit, and the sound waves coming from the flock of bats gave it one hell of a nudge, completely turning everything within a hundred foot radius into a blazing inferno, aimed at eradicating his adversary from existence.

He had nothing left to do. Most of his energy was spent, and the last mass of it was directed towards the bats to continue screeching, and the eye to keep charging. But it all came crashing down on him when he realized he sparked something. Not just anything, but a huge detriment to him. The flames burst out of the large golem, spewing out towards him and his bats. They would have provided cover, but the oxygen in the air was too high to combat any longer. Especially with a bunch of flame hurtling towards them, devouring the oxygen. If the eyeball could pop open, it probably would have. As the flame consumed he and the bats, his last thought was but a single word. "....Damn."

The shape-shifter paid little attention to the raging inferno that was all around him, instead circumventing the energy that was released throughout its runes and siphoning it off, back into the ground, leaving a fresh semi-frozen grass in its wake. Agron wanted nothing else to do with this creature, and so he immediately began to expel the infectious Dark Energy from his runes; preferring caution over reckless endangerment from a reality-warping power.

Gaia's flesh began to swell up as Agron began to shape-shift once more, rising from a crevice filled with molten rock and taking on coherent form. His body was hardly visible from the fog that had accumulated as a result of the evaporated snow in the surrounding area. He retained a relatively humanoid frame, and that was all he needed, slowly but surely making his way out of this frosted wasteland to search for a better home where he wouldn't have to worry about being attacked.