Serious Plots 9: Srsr and srsr

[Rebonack]

[Sylvanas]

Magdalene is still holding out.

She's still holding on. She hasn't even started to feel herself slip yet. That's a good sign, right? Is she getting better at holding off the feral instincts? She can only hope so. She really doesn't want to get stuck down here running around and eating giant bugs. And Fido. She doesn't want to eat Fideo, either.

Her ear twitches when he mutters something.

"Trrth surrd rh rhn arah," the beast growls back at Fido.

Ugh.

This is so (flowering) stupid.

Why does her stupid dumb monster face have to be so impossible to talk with? Hopefully Fido gets the idea, she's trying to be encouraging here.

At last she hauls them both up through the thick leaves of the canopy, leaves and branches so thick that one can walk on them without difficulty. Above them stretches an endless starry sky full of strange, glittering clouds of alien colors. A vast eldritch vista that reaches off into eternity. Below them looms the Sylvanas. And from here at its roof Fido will be able to see that the forest holds the shape of some incomprehensibly vast slumbering beast. In the far distance, drifting through the void, are other such beings too terrible to describe. Without any visual reference it is difficult to guess what size they are, but judging from the forest they to are on a scale difficult to grasp.

As Fido gazes out into the firmament he may notice stars winking out, one at a time, in a dead black patch of the sky. Hungry darkness devouring light.

Not too far away, rimmed in twisted branches, is a swirling portal of pink eldritch energy. Magdalene is heading toward it.