Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160827002534

The shoggoth writhes in place momentarily, tortured by indecision.

It whips out a tentacle and knocks the torch from Praetor's hand. Its maw splits. It lunges forward and engulfs them both...

Praetor feels what Rhun feels. He feels the shoggoth pull her, almost violently, from his armor. They conjoin, a writhing mass of flesh and shared emotion and memory, and she pulls these memories in and understands.

Rhun feels the familiar embrace of a loving master, the terror of the change, the sickening heartbreak of watching her master die from fright. She feels the enslavement of a man who controlled her with a power unknown, the holy warrior who despised her and used her. And she feels her own mind being shared, her memories of holding a youn Nezon, of serving during quiet days, the familiar comforts of home. And finally, they all feel the ecstacy that only comes from knowing exactly where you belong. In less time than it takes to draw a breath, they know each other perfectly...

The mass writhes violently, thrashing Praetor around. It constricts until it seems as if he's going to be crushed, and then the mass splits three ways. Praetor is thrown to the ground, Rhun rolls and comes to a halt, and the third mass falls close to Praetor, off to one side.

He sits up slowly. As he does, he sees the new Shoggoth quickly take shape into that of her humanoid form. She is on her hands and knees, and raises her head to look at him.

Long, purple hair falls from her shoulders as he looks into a pair of young, green eyes. Her mouth trembles.

"...Master...thank you..."

He already knows her name. R'Ka'acth Rhah.

Kathra.