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located in Wonderland, a part of On the Wings of a Dream, one of the many universes on RPG.

Wonderland

Anywhere in Wonderland outside the places already specified in the rp.

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Character Portrait: Eve V. Kimberly Character Portrait: Dormouse Character Portrait: Belca Character Portrait: Sinistra "Tweedle Dee" Lato Character Portrait: Destra "Tweedle Dum" Lato Character Portrait: Duchess Sophie Vespre Character Portrait: Jabberwocky Discordia
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Rage

The bear's swipe was dodged- but not the blasts from it's mounted Spiderpots. As the Cook would stomp down, preparing to unleash the pepper wave...the gobs would make contact.

It was a costly mistake, one that would seal the Cook's fate. The blobs, six of them, would slam into Cook's body: One on each arm, one on each leg. The final two slammed in to his torso and head. The end result is the being ends up covered from head to two in the Jabberwocky's essence. Bones snap, crunching loudly from within the human-shaped cocoon- Something was happening inside. Mass flowed over the ground, gathering more and more onto the Cook's body, oozing out of the ground and the Spiderpots's spouts. More and more of the black slime gathered onto the form of Cook. From within came a sound, first softly from under the layers...then louder, growing in volume: a bellow. Cook was releasing an explosion of sound, pure pain and rage. Jabberwocky's symphony.

The beast had it's champion- a Titan.

Standing over twelve feet tall, massive in bulk yet built for combat- the layers of essence forming thick plates of black armor. Spiked pauldrons adorn the wide shoulders of the Titan, each one easily a foot long, dribbling a stream of ooze from their tips. The Cook was now simply a rage-filled monster; the emotion displayed at the time of consecration. Jabberwocky now had it's Avatar of Rage, and soon it would unveil it's Avatar of Despair. Plans were coming together. Once the rest of it's hosts allowed their pent up feelings to vent- they too would morph into it's generals. The Avatars of Discord. Then there would be war. Total war.

It's steps cracked the ground, leaving shattered stone and flattened earth, one foot clipping the corner of the house as it turns to face the fleeing group. As the building's wall collapses the beast arches it's back and roars "P̷̷̶͓̘̘͉̗͓̣̖̺̲̤̱͑̄̆ͦ͐̇̊ͭ̆͑ͦ̇̚̚͟ͅͅͅȆ̸̢̤̙͓̥͒͌̋ͮͨ̊̀ͦ̉̈ͬ͊̃̍͋ͩ̀P̶̩͔͔̹̝̓̃̄̌̌̏̆̔͒̍̓̎̀ͥ͊̇͐͐ͦ͟ͅP̅͗̑̒҉͓͇̭̝̺͡ͅEͨ͗͂ͮ҉̷̵̘̱̻͞͝Ȓ̸̶̥̩̥̰̹͆ͮ̀̕!" unleashing a dense cloud of blackness into the air- not pepper, not anymore. This was powdered Essence. Jabberwocky's mass mixed into a fine ground grit- inhaled..it would corrupt. After exhaling the cloud..the beast launches itself off, moving suprisingly fast for something it's size- taking off after Duchess and her group.
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As if things had gotten bad enough..that was when the howl split the air.

Mr. Tibbs had arrived.

Bursting from the forest like a freight train, not losing a step as it smashes through the Duchess' abandoned home, comes what could only be described as a rhino mixed with a sabertooth tiger. Massive, Tibbs had been feeding out in the forest, devouring anything in it's path- and growing with all the added mass. The once-dog now stands about shoulder height to the Titan-Cook, with a long thick body. Still quadruped in nature, the beast's paws now razor sharp tricorn hooves, it's head no longer even resembling a dog- long fangs extending down past it's chin, while a thick horn juts from it's nose. Rows of quills and spikes extend down it's back in random patches.

Pausing in it's stride it lifts it's snout into the air to release a burst of sound- a howl of such volume that human ears cannot filter it into anything but an explosive detonation. With that, it launches itself at the group, it's speed far faster than Titan-Cook's. Should the Tweedles stand and fight they will be facing two massive monsters, as well as a small army of beasts and Doormouse herself.

The birds released would be unable to stop the tide of small creatures- it was not an issue of power, the birds had enough to kill the creatures...there was just so many of them. It was like trying to kill the water in a wave of the ocean. As a candle's flame they were snuffed out as the monsters rolled over them- losses simply absorbed by other animal beasts. In moments the air was clear, the death toll had been severe..but Jabberwocky cared not for it's subjects. They would be thrown at a target wholesale until either they ran out or the target was in ruins.

Among the mass was Doormouse, a white-hot fury in a storm of bodies- the dead were fed into her mass, her wails of depression and anger swelling in volume. She was changing...arms lengthening, mouth widening..her eye-sockets growing larger and spilling tears of corruption. She was the Avatar of Despair. "Y͔̎̒͗͛̃ͨ̅͘ơ̖̮̺̤̓͑̑̔̓̑ͦȗ͓̹̜͍̰̲ͣ̍ͬ̀́.̐̕.̶͍̞̩̻̲ͥ.͏̪wͭͨ͗͘͝h̵̽̎ͨ̄̽ͭy̷̨͗͂̾ ̸̔hͩ̿̀̓ă̴̾͋ͭ̽̚v̽͛͛̔͡e̶͂̓ͥ̂̈ͮ͌̿ͫ͞͝ ͭͩ̋̑ͫ͗ͦ͌́yͧͩ̄̍̑̈ͥ҉o͗͑̄̀͆ͦ̈̊͢͜u̅̇͛͑̿̂̏̍̚ T̸̷̴̘̘̘̱̮͖̜̳̙̳̱̜̯̫̞̰̭̆͋ͦͯ̈̈̈́̌ͫͭ̚͠A̍ͯ̓ͪͬ̊ͮ̍̋̈ͥ̿ͬ͟҉̠͎͉͉̳̗̘̞̟̙ͅK̶̢̳̝̗͓̣̝̳͉̯̺̳̪̮̥̠ͣͫ̆̃́̿ͦ͠ͅE̢̨̝̬̟̝̦̫̳̞̗̹͔̮̿͗͑ͣͬͧͧ͒͗ͦͭ̑͋̅ͫ̌̈́͡͞Ņ̝̻̟̤̣͎̠̘̬͑̆̿͋̈ͦ͊ͣ̏ͮ̕͢͜ ̷̠̦̞͓̟̣̳̞̘͓̪̱̟̻ͨ͗ͬͮ̾ͣ͜ͅW͔̞̦̱̹̥̤̺̭ͯ͂̔̂̍͂́̉͊̈ͥ̕͜H̆ͬͪ͗̾͡͏͏̤̜̻͔̮͖̰̯͕̯̮̭̙̗͇̩͙ͅẢ̛̪̦͚̮͍͔̗̜̦̼̺̹͍̮̠̫̳͔ͬ̍̔̀͢͢͠ͅT̴̸̴̨͎̫̫̠͖̣̟͇̠͉̪̠͈̏ͤͭ́ͧͭ͗ͬͥ͝ ̷̵̘͈͍̬̤͚͓̯̹͓̭͚͓̩͖ͩ́̿̃́̉̇ͥ̒̆̊̆ͦ̿͑ͯͫ̚͜͜ͅͅI̸̛̺͚͔̺̻̻͎̟͌̈́̒̍̒ͫ̇͗́̈́ͩ̊ͣͫȘ̖͚̯͈̩̳͕̪͕͓ͫͪͩ́̓̓͢ ̬̳̻͔͉͕̳͖̹͙̲͛͗̋̌͛̀́̕͡M̨̛̹͍͉͔̜̪̺͕̳̠ͫ̾ͨͬ͆͗ͩͮͪ̒̉̐̅̏̂̈̍̚͠I̙͎̝̳̟ͧ̄͂͌̉ͣͩͨ̑̑̏̚͟͝N̴̻̜̲̫͔̲̪̱̤̮͊̏̏͑͋͂ͫ̓͐̔̓̕͢ͅE̵̵̢̛̳̬̘̣̮̟͔ͥ͑̊͊̏ͭ̍ͪ̇ͨ͌ͦ͆͆͌̽͟ͅ?!" she was still convinced that Duchess somehow had taken away Hatter. Outstretching her growing talented hands in the direction of the twins she shrieks...sending the army charging.