Snippet #2781304

The smell of melting skin filled the air as Horik felt her own skin become warm and uncomfortable. She could see the crowd around her and a familiar face among them. Otis was pointing to her and his lips were moving but Horik's heartbeat drowned out whatever he said. Even the vision of him began to be drowned in colors and strange shapes.

Just as Longwank, the world began to melt. Horik began screaming desperately and clawed into her skin without hesitation. Those who had stepped forward to apprehend her now froze. Horik's nails digged into her skin and began to drag themselves along it, pulling up skin and blood. Her arms and stomach. Her face. She began to claw into her face and eyes and that's when people sprinted forward.

They tried to pull her arms away but there was an unnatural strength within her fragile limbs. Nothing could stop her. Nothing.

~*~

The place was huge. The commotion Horik caused was contained to one area as staff rushed forward, trying to keep the distressing view from patrons elsewhere. Even outside, no shrieks or views of running staff were seen. In fact, it was a quiet and peaceful night. Too quiet and peaceful for a giant worm to be outside among the crowds.

The worm was in another place waiting. Inside the carriage, a much smaller worm was wrapped up around something. Its body hugged it tightly but it made sure there was enough room in case it needed to move or air. The thick white coating had hardened around the worm's body and acted as a cool blanket to not overheat the body within its coils.

Soft purring lulled the body into sleep and it was so unaware of the chaos elsewhere. The chaos its other half caused.

~*~

Talideth could see the bumbling idiots all around and turned to Qunith with a smile. She raised a hand, an obsidian pipe in her hand. It wasn't the same quality as Qunith's gold one but it was something. Qunith however knew that Talideth had never had such a thing before.

"You know, I feel this is a rather opportune situation, Quni," Talideth smiled. "Maybe we should take advantage of it? Inebriated people are rather careless, both with their possessions and information.

~*~

Blood and melted skin covered the ground. The patrons had dispersed and Otis remained to see Horik dragged off, leaving bits of herself behind. However, of Otis looked long enough, he would notice her hair getting lighter to a light brown as she was dragged away. But perhaps, that was just a trick of the light.

~*~

The worm lifted its head and stayed still for a long time. It was like it was hearing something off in the distance. But when the sound stopped, it gave a low, deep rumble. Movement began within its coils and a hand reached out. Another hand and Horik pulled herself up from among the coils of the worm. She looked half asleep and even, a bit older.