Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170522170711/@comment-27550231-20170605163414

Jorge shakes uncontrollably as he peeks over his shoulder and sees the writhing mass of crimson brighter than fresh blood. His eyes continuously shift in and out of focus as the formless mass of tentacles floats behind him. He no longer sees the mamono she once was, now he sees her for what she truly is. Jorge can't comprehend what he sees and looks away in an attempt to ease the stress on his mind.

"Go. Leave. No fight. No time" He tries to take a step forward but finds that his body refuses to respond. -Why can't I move! Why CANT I MOVE!-

"You're terrified. You're spinless. You're pathetic. You stood before this thing before! You willingly jumped into its maw and cut your self free from its bowels and now you can't even look it in the eye! You are worthless! Let me in! Let me remove that beast so we can rest! Don't you want to forget about this? Don't you want to rest? Don't you want to be done with this..."

Cold chills run down his spine, fire burns in his heart and mind and his body is no longer under his control. He turns around to face the red mass of chaos and crosses his arms defiantly.