They stay there a while, winding their tendrils around the roof's spire and spikes. They're no doubt a terrifying sight, though all that might see them here would have to be flying rather high, or else commandeer the Watcher's tower. (Is that why the telescope was pointed to this side of the City? A question for later.)
The Tyrant's body is unenthusiastically batted about between the hands they form, bouncing off spikes. The gems of concentrated Soul on his forehead crack beneath an application of clawtips. His legs eventually snap off and roll off the dome to join the infected corpses below.
The encounter with Lemm ruined the satisfaction they'd been building up towards. They don't even want to eat him.
They push the Tyrant and watch it fall and join the legs.
The journals are still tangled somewhere in the outer layers of their body. Why had Lemm cared so much about the corpse? There was more than enough documentation of his crimes. Many other bodies to observe.
They occupy themselves by crawling across the Sanctum to waterfall down its opposite side. Their sense of direction is not the best, but they've cut through the City enough they can find their way through several parts of their most familiar routes.
Eventually, the Shade Lord in all their glory packs themselves into the space below the Stag Station and, though they would not admit it, sulks.
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Date: 2022-11-08 08:37 pm (UTC)The Tyrant's body is unenthusiastically batted about between the hands they form, bouncing off spikes. The gems of concentrated Soul on his forehead crack beneath an application of clawtips. His legs eventually snap off and roll off the dome to join the infected corpses below.
The encounter with Lemm ruined the satisfaction they'd been building up towards. They don't even want to eat him.
They push the Tyrant and watch it fall and join the legs.
The journals are still tangled somewhere in the outer layers of their body. Why had Lemm cared so much about the corpse? There was more than enough documentation of his crimes. Many other bodies to observe.
They occupy themselves by crawling across the Sanctum to waterfall down its opposite side. Their sense of direction is not the best, but they've cut through the City enough they can find their way through several parts of their most familiar routes.
Eventually, the Shade Lord in all their glory packs themselves into the space below the Stag Station and, though they would not admit it, sulks.