The Furies are at home in the mirror

[MalfGuy2]

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The sight-addled trek through the forest glade tumbles to a halt.

We were doing just fine, though the stream of technicolour from the city behind had begun fading from view.

"Unfamiliar territory emits a siren's call; Tales of fresh things, of new blood, the call of mysteries in the dark."

"A new sensation joins the fray. This one is potent, but alone."

"Tell me, new feeling; What are you?"

"I am the imagination twisting between your brain and stem."

"It is like a storm, set in motion not by dreary heights, but by currents and eddies rising up from the ground."

"I like this one. We're keeping him, right?"

Of course we can keep him.

It's not like the mind is a finite kitchen cabinet.

"We'll call you... Kynod. Like that one weird mish-mash of sounds that came across the fighting field a moment ago."

Fighting field? You must mean where all those strange blobs of hairy apes were dukin' it out.

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"Tell us, Kynod. Are there more like you out there?"

"A million pieces of shattered glass."
"Four hundred legs."
"Four thousand arms."
"Four hundred-thousand wings."
"Like the grandest blob of 'bird' you can conceptualize."

"Those flying things that are making the weird squeaky noises?"

"I guess. It wouldn't be too bad to copy their wings. Can I even do that? How does this body grow, anyhow?"

Through a touch of violence, of course. The Mana surges through your veins, beckoning you towards the nearest, most lesser Monster - At least, you think it's a Monster.
It tries to run, but you're already towering over it.
"Grass grows,"
Assimilation in progress.
"Rain falls,"
New Magickal knowledge unlocked for reference; Mana Absorption.

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"...And the strong prey upon the weak."