Post by Zou ۞ on Apr 13, 2013 21:08:43 GMT -5
The tendrils were blown away by the force of Kyomei's move. This may be cause for release, but suddenly they dissipated into thin air, like sand being blown away. The Zoushuwwai looked up at Kyomei, and held up its left hand as it grinned. The hand was beginning to turn a putrid, ugly black. A sinister aura had come upon the air. Kyomei would feel a tugging force on his heart, then. It was a powerful force, yanking him, urging him. Something made his body feel heavier. Something made him want to lean toward the Zoushuwwai. In spite of all of his dread and the horrible feeling of the Zoushuwwai, something was compelling Kyomei to go down and meet it. The Zoushuwwai was luring him to its grasp. Of course, resisting was no problem.
It was not a powerful enough force to actually make him go down. No, that was not its purpose. It was just strong enough to induce some kind of hesitance. Just that slight hesitation was all that it took, for all of a sudden the tendrils were out again. Longer than ever, they shot out, heading at great speed toward Kyomei. Once again, they were upon him. There were more this time. They were larger and wider than before as well. They were sharp, and as they approached him they threatened to impale him. They were fast. Once again, he needed to evade them. However, there was a new trick with them this time as well. They were wider for a reason beyond a more painful stab. Mouths began to erupt into existence, opening up wide on the tendrils.
The demented, ragged breathing of the Zoushuwwai could be heard. The inhale. And suddenly, Kyomei would begin to feel his memories drained away. Not all of his memories. His good memories. Where they had existed, there was a blackness in his mind. If he moved farther away, they would return, but for the moment his good memories were vanishing away. They were being taken from him, and in their place was blankness. And, in that case, his mind was filled only with his worst memories. Only with his absolute most horrible encounters, his views of death, everything of the sort. In that moment, the Zoushuwwai hoped to put him at such hesitance that it would be able to impale him with its tendrils. What would he do?
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It was not a powerful enough force to actually make him go down. No, that was not its purpose. It was just strong enough to induce some kind of hesitance. Just that slight hesitation was all that it took, for all of a sudden the tendrils were out again. Longer than ever, they shot out, heading at great speed toward Kyomei. Once again, they were upon him. There were more this time. They were larger and wider than before as well. They were sharp, and as they approached him they threatened to impale him. They were fast. Once again, he needed to evade them. However, there was a new trick with them this time as well. They were wider for a reason beyond a more painful stab. Mouths began to erupt into existence, opening up wide on the tendrils.
The demented, ragged breathing of the Zoushuwwai could be heard. The inhale. And suddenly, Kyomei would begin to feel his memories drained away. Not all of his memories. His good memories. Where they had existed, there was a blackness in his mind. If he moved farther away, they would return, but for the moment his good memories were vanishing away. They were being taken from him, and in their place was blankness. And, in that case, his mind was filled only with his worst memories. Only with his absolute most horrible encounters, his views of death, everything of the sort. In that moment, the Zoushuwwai hoped to put him at such hesitance that it would be able to impale him with its tendrils. What would he do?
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