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THE MAGIC OF THE HORN

Denim/past/future/blob ect:

  The pain and power was to much. I mutant from all the raw dna and evolving ever adapting blue ink infection that was twisting and turning new genes into more and more advances and breaking down weaknesses.

  *makes explainable guttural sounds still consuming  packmates still being broken down.

  Jade shrieks hacking acid at us while Peridot uses the last of her fire before loosing the vivid neon green coloring as her infection was all but expelled and weaken*

Daren had no coloration his hair a dull blonde while Demi tried in vain to fight the pull of the NEW Alpha.  Deuce was gone….

The others still of the pack remaining are forced by the fluids inside to bow down in submission to their alpha. Demi struggles trying to initiate a challenge  snarling and clawing flapping her wings trying to get free of the tar like substance trying to were her down. Years of jealousy and anger from Denim want her ‘sister’ to suffer and be humiliated ALL OF DUECES PERFECT CHILDREN MUST PAY.

The bloody tar stiffens and get jagged and sharp, like tentacles it reaches out to stab , jabs and muliate all of the remaining Deuce / Emuma kids ;D to make them SUFFER.

Denim is to distracted by the high of fulfilling her deepest darkest desire she does not see the glowing super horn coming her way. The horn furling warps the mass and those near – who want out! – back back yet also forward .. where they were before the summon on the beach ;D

…..

(Dioxin): “Wow that was a real time travel moment, like from the records whoa..that was awe-“ She breaks out coughing and had a lack of blue hair from the draining.

(Diexis): “…did all of that still happen??” She twitched and tried to fix her less blue hair

They causally babble overwhelmed and just see me as their other blob sibling and not realize the blob hive mind Denim took enough of past Denims dna (plus no additions from the pool) to reconstruct herslef in such a powerful moment. 

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Consummation of Generations

Diexis:

I stumbled kicking and thrashing my horns and hooves in confusion from the crash. Books tumble down from falling shelf. I shake them off, one book implied on my horn. I whimper seeing the scary hooded ones and our...family..pack? Lost long ago. Not the pack from the station.

Oh no no no no

I sense and feel the alpha's pull to attack. I would run but who knows where to go.

Dixon looks at me with worry and then to Deliva unsure. That other long lost 'sister' Mangle just kept making that crazy laughing sound before picking up a table leg and beating men over the head laping up the blood spilling out. I flinch freaked out yet...finding it all...what I've been missing.

NO! We have to find..find..the pack..our pack..our pa-

I get lost in it and the danger and instincts and roar swinging my horn at the men trying to rope me.

I bash into hooded figures and trample into people still on the ground dazes as I am shot with arrows.

"ROAAAR!"

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Consummation of Generations

Demoium:

*ink slime blown across the broken shattered grid zapping itself from the static and damage*

*blackish blue bubbles up from heat yet still EXISTS since is advanced lifeforce and must exist somewhere in some state of being*

The roars of the alpha heed to me know in this painful useless state of dripping and burning and mutely screaming

He was so strong but all the power absorbed was great and he is blasted back from the forcefield of celestial orbs and wheels funneling power of the sarya energy into ranging storm blowing back more exposed grid and towards space. So much was being blown out as more of the hole was ripped open exposing space and reality sparking and causing chain explosions and damages

He is BLASTING OFF at the golden one lost in the distance with his saved crew. *BOILS ANGRILY TRYING TO REACT* Feels the PAIN*

Hears Diexon and Diexis yelp and scream at the incoming mass of grid storm debris being whirled passed at the dragon

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Tinson (Tinsel’s namesake)  and the bros hang on for dear life at their new savior 

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THE RITUAL WAS NOT STOPPED AND WITH A BIG BANG THAT EXPLODED THE REST OF THE BLOB  CAME THE ABOMINATIONS OF DESOLATION 

THE DEMONS REJOICED AS THEY CRAWLED TO THEIR DESTINES 

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The Sarya energy arises from watching the ritual to defend the unborn spawns of promise from the gods.

They explode with blue burning flames trying to drive them off to give them more time and for REVENGE on their great adversary Klaus who had hurt them so with his moon.

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Consummation of Generations

Demonium:

*cant compute shored memories and thoughts anymore, overload overload overload*

Up - down - left - right ??

Just RAW INSTINCTIVE RAGE. *makes gagging growlish howls trying to 'move' yet I was everywhere in the mass around me. Feels the trigger to go still.

All eyes and senses on the golden one.

Everything else was not as sparkling.

Dixon hesitates, feeling she trusted her father before and everything went so wrong. Diexis squeals padding up on her hooves and rushes to the golden one SO READY TO GO.

*flesh is wounded from the rips into from the goddess attack. The Becketts all flare up from the rip into the blob and ATTACK KLAUS AND ETTIE.

Blue energy zips about sacrificing themselves to burst into flames.

They had to stall so the 'ritual' could be finished, BECKETT KIND WAS AT STAKE.

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Diexis beast form official design finalized 

- lighter fur blue tint = less infection 

- mane and long lion like tail, ears tuffed

- Oversized jaw

- membrane wings that just so happen to look colorful camouflage and larger bat ears

- poseable paws front & hoves back 

- pulsating horn of artistic colorful magic and prob death, same nail like material as small claws on wings

many more pups to do LATER enjoy these for now

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Consummation of Generations

Dixon:

I was screaming stabbing at this hunk of flesh and this hunk of flesh with my glowing horn just SCREAMING in desperation to free these people somehow from this horrible mess.

The moment of alpha now inside causes me to feel him from the connection and snap to attention.

I was transfixed from the glowing gold of the great beast near him and sway in great confusion for a moment oh so captive by this.

*emotions effect blob to be come transfixed by Miko as well*

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The souls and absorbed personalities and memories and echos all try to pound and reach out into Adam protecting telopathic imanges and sounds and feelings at him all wanting CRAVING to be their own like him, their own body but they are now one mess of madness. The walls and floor breath and scream and grab reflecting Dixon’s breakdown as their own. The plague pulsating and oozing from  the mutated flesh!!

THE RITUAL GOES ON IN ALL FORCES OF DARKNESS SOULS WHIRLING AROUND WATCHING THE COSTIMATION OF GENERATIONS. The blue energy beings in all sorts of demonic soulless shapes gathered to defend 

They call to Adam to bare witness to what darkness has in store to take back the mantle lost. His ciggar is transmuted into a cursed blade and he is thrown by a unseen force shoved forward at the sexual ritual to be the one to GREET his new dark messiah to be born.

(Demonic Being): “CUT INTO THE WOMB AND BRING IT FORTH THIS NEW BREED , IT HAS WAITED EONS TO BE SET FREE RAPCE DO WHAT MUST BE DONE OLD ONE! DRAW THE FIRST BLOOD! BREAK THE VEIL!”

**chanting angry hostile souls speaking ancient tongues around him and the mating pair whispering the demise of Klaus and Ettimay to come from this who both should have NEVER been given Dark Lordship when it rightfully belonged to Desmond**

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Dixon’s beast form official design finalized 

Extreme carrier of the the thick backish blue infection causes  darker pigmentation of fur

Rounded feline ears 

Crystallized black goo horn of death 

Hooves not paws

Bushy canine tail

membrane wings (i hate drawing those fml)

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On the fringes of oblivion

Dixon:

I shake unable to hold onto myself, how could all this happen! I should have never unleashed my tainted blood, this is is why I was always careful. I should have listed to the pack!

I sway feeling and sensing the new life form multiconscious - juggernauts deaths, Benazir's trama, castors crazy, dna memories of miko and denim, absorbed redheads, ect.

*holds head and screams falling to my knees crying and screaming from it all.*

(Darren): "Dixon!"

He goes over to me trying to pull me away as I was making contact with the blob to control it.

"No no No I need to try to get them out of there too!! Moms!!"

I cry, there was so much of their dna in there how could I separate it. All those people it was horrible

Mangle looked a bit more gorey and infected but she arose a slippy slime monster beast and yapped back at pinkie excited to be back.

(Mangle): "ssssisster!! *nuzzles Tatiana'ko getting her pink mane smudged with her slime* Hehehe Dixon relax they are much happier in there..hehehe hehe " She kept making a laughing sound like a hyena and seemed to have the more hunchback crippled form like Denim now.

"No I made you worst too!!"

*I get too emotions and build up to much toxin. I shake Darren off not wanting to hurt him either.

((Uncle just..get away from this! Before you end up like mom!)) I mind talk not to open my mouth and bubble it out.

*blob reacts to my mind and goes HAYWIRE (like a boncey house ;)) as I flash though it inside screaming thrashing black horn of death*

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Consummation of Generations

Mangle:

I giggle and laugh at my new 'fun' alpha blue hair aka Des. Deniko never let us have this much gooodtimes

*glitches out and spazzes around with metal spine and neck just laughing and flipping out*

"Yes yes playthings playthings!!"

I wish I could see the unholy bang better but I had a crappy spot on the floor, the energy beings swirl around in excite and the blob walls seem to moan and FEEL it all as it expands down into a lower level and..

Slothes are slurped up by the all consuming blob and spit at at the dance out forced to shake it shake it while others are pressed into the dna wall screaming.

*giggles giggles snaps big mangled jaws back and forth wishing I had a proper body to join the fuck for all* ;)

*howls* will have to doo

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On the fringes of oblivion

Dixon:

I bite into a sloth, my saliva burns into its fur down to the bone as I excrete poisons and venom, my blood chemically changing to lethal doses. The sloth dies quickly. to quickly to play!

I tear into it in a frenzy of blood, throw it to a sibling and move on to more I sensed sheltering in the rocks. I breath out noxious air into the shelter and listen to them begin to boil and shake and wither from the air borne attack. It pleases me. I learn many ways to inflict biohazardly harm as hours past.

*blood sticky on muzzle and looks to alpha once full of sloth to see whats next.*

I sense laughter or howls from near and kept kinship somehow to it.

- Mangle cackling crazily -

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On the fringes of oblivion

Dixon:

I watch amazed at the great alpha beast's stride. I raise up, feeling my bones twist and contort and skin shift and move to transform into my beast form. I leap up on freshly hardened hooves and land on my mutated claws as I race after him on the HUNT.

Darren falls back trying to FIGHT the pull of the alpha with great concentration as he yowls in pain to hold it back.

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On the fringes of oblivion

Dixon:

Darren tries to communicate with one of my other long lost sisters.

(Darren): "We just fell here...escaping the...consuming entity. We dont have to ..stay here...maybe we should keep moving."

He stated a bit unsure before he began to move buttons to shine the light and honk a strange noise from the ship to scare away the natives \

I fall back shaking at the sight of the mutated monster. my logical brain was trying to make sense of all I sensed/scented in him, SO many on record so many...so many..

The trauma and weakness caused me to feel intense burst of fear and not try to process it. In such a fearful state it was easy to heed to the feral noises and mental sensions.

I still looking into its eyes as mine dimmed with a new sense of obedience and loyalty.

Yes.. I must..grow stronger.

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Mangle’s contorted body - well part of it - was pulled out thanks to Desmond’s BRAVERY but shes still trapped in the maze of memories and emotions coming over them.

“LETS DANCE!!” *swings Desmond around trying to dirty dance without a torso*