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There there… it'll be alright.
A quantum of Eldritch solace.
So no shit there we were. Trapped beneath the mannor, Cornered by a wall of flesh and tentackles straight out of the nightmares of the most twisted mind.
The thing, this shapeless wall of guts, that just a moment ago had us running for our lives was now bailing its many eyes out.
Time seemed to stand still, as me and Glyph shivered there together. Stuck in this unbelievably Bizarre scenario.
But moment gave us respite. A chance to breathe and try co clear our heads and bodies of the fear and panic. Questions were racing through our heads as fast as the adrenalin were pumping through our blood. Demanding answers of just what had happened. Had our friend really just tried to kill us? Eat us? Or was it out madening fear and panic that told us so? Was it even our friend anymore? Or was the pony we knew as Mivera gone? Had she ever existed at all?
Well … One of those questions were answered by the creatures behaviour. The maddening denial that my shouting in the cave had triggered had been quelled by the sorrow that my second desperate plea had triggered. Was there one thing that such a response could answer was that, no matter how mad it sounded, This thing in front of us was still, somehow, our friend. And she was in pain, such terrible pain.
Neither Me not Glypg knew what to do.
The thing hurt to look at. Not just from the way it made your stomach turn. But from the pain and sorrow that it now eminated. The wailing that rang like a concofony from the many mouths was like an orphanage full of crying foals. It burrowed its into your heart like icey needles.
Until the pain of looking at the creature was drowned out by the pain of hearing it wail. Empathy can be a funny emotion. As it can be shared for even the most monstrous creatures.
Even knowing that the great lion could bite your head of, you can still feel your heart sink when you see it limping and defenceless.
Glyph must have thought I was Crazy. And maybe I was. I may not know what to do – but the only thing that would get us nowhere was to do nothing. So I approached the creature. Swallowed my fear and my Bile and reached out a hoof.
The thing actually retracted from me. But was stopped by its own mass. I grabbed ahold of one of the larger appendages, And hugged it tight.
Like the great zoologists, Rangers and Veterinarians, I nuzzled the beast. Reassuring it that everything would be alright.
A quantum of Eldritch solace.
So no shit there we were. Trapped beneath the mannor, Cornered by a wall of flesh and tentackles straight out of the nightmares of the most twisted mind.
The thing, this shapeless wall of guts, that just a moment ago had us running for our lives was now bailing its many eyes out.
Time seemed to stand still, as me and Glyph shivered there together. Stuck in this unbelievably Bizarre scenario.
But moment gave us respite. A chance to breathe and try co clear our heads and bodies of the fear and panic. Questions were racing through our heads as fast as the adrenalin were pumping through our blood. Demanding answers of just what had happened. Had our friend really just tried to kill us? Eat us? Or was it out madening fear and panic that told us so? Was it even our friend anymore? Or was the pony we knew as Mivera gone? Had she ever existed at all?
Well … One of those questions were answered by the creatures behaviour. The maddening denial that my shouting in the cave had triggered had been quelled by the sorrow that my second desperate plea had triggered. Was there one thing that such a response could answer was that, no matter how mad it sounded, This thing in front of us was still, somehow, our friend. And she was in pain, such terrible pain.
Neither Me not Glypg knew what to do.
The thing hurt to look at. Not just from the way it made your stomach turn. But from the pain and sorrow that it now eminated. The wailing that rang like a concofony from the many mouths was like an orphanage full of crying foals. It burrowed its into your heart like icey needles.
Until the pain of looking at the creature was drowned out by the pain of hearing it wail. Empathy can be a funny emotion. As it can be shared for even the most monstrous creatures.
Even knowing that the great lion could bite your head of, you can still feel your heart sink when you see it limping and defenceless.
Glyph must have thought I was Crazy. And maybe I was. I may not know what to do – but the only thing that would get us nowhere was to do nothing. So I approached the creature. Swallowed my fear and my Bile and reached out a hoof.
The thing actually retracted from me. But was stopped by its own mass. I grabbed ahold of one of the larger appendages, And hugged it tight.
Like the great zoologists, Rangers and Veterinarians, I nuzzled the beast. Reassuring it that everything would be alright.
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