wiedzminka: (nine.)
ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞 𝔬𝔣 ℭ𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞 ([personal profile] wiedzminka) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2022-06-10 06:28 pm (UTC)

[ Where are they going to go? There is nothing out here, and they haven't their horses or gear. It's just luck that Ciri even has her sword. And behind them, the Singularity looms despite its distance, huge and foreboding in the back of her mind, scratching at the inside of her brain.

It is the key to everything. It can cause untold damage. Even alone (with Viktor, who knows nothing), just being here, too close to it, makes Ciri's heart pound anxiously, all senses on high alert as if some part of her expects enemy soldiers to appear from nowhere and begin demanding answers from her, or worse.

Before she can begin disentangling herself from the clash of various fears -- the Singularity, the desert, her own powers -- all vying for attention suddenly in her mind, another problem rears its ugly head. Many ugly heads, in fact. Even in the light of day, there's an odd, faint glow to them, heads carpeted with hundreds of -- teeth? proboscises? weird fur?

The giant insects emerge from the slumped, dry husk of some long-dead desert plant or perhaps beyond it, out of sight, and within moments their chittering and buzzing fills the air as the swarm grows. They only grow larger as they close the distance. ]


Are you fucking kidding me?!

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