Lickypede | 2. Through The Mist

The beast shows itself in a number of ways, but above all else, it seems intent on making a lasting first impression. My boss warned me that the texts that, he believes, reference the Malicious Maw/Lickypede/Lickyface/ That Lickyfaced Bastard often mention its delight in eldrichly entertaining entrances.

 

Sadly, it is thanks to this entrance that I was a bit too overwhelmed to take pictures of its immediate entrance. I hope that my explanations with the following pictures in this album will help explain myself on that matter.

 

While my benefactor has put me through a number of trials and rituals to keep myself relatively... alive in the event of an eldritch incident, the volunteer that I had been sent with seemed to be lacking in these countermeasures. I am beginning to believe this with on purpose, as my benefactor was clearly more distressed by my lack of photo evidence for what I am about to describe than my returning without my.. partner? Charge?... Sacrifice?

 

Whatever they were, their final moments will be left scarred on my memory, so no fear in us losing that piece of journalistic gold!

 

At first, I had thought their cough merely a result of an addiction to cigarettes and the recent legalization of recreational weed. I especially considered the latter when it started picking up as we hunted through the foggy bog for the beast.

 

They complained of visions, of whispers that I could not hear. The game of 'what would you do if you were x supernatural' that we picked up to ease their concerns further cut short as we heard something slithering. Something wet.

 

Certain it was a beast caught in the bog, more concerned with freedom than us, I was intent on moving on. The lost buddy of mine was more concerned with the inky, black phlegm they were coughing up, which they claimed tasted of gasoline.

 

Worse, as they tried to cover their mouth is seemed their arm wanted to fight them. The hand was headed for their lips, only for tremors to be seen in their fingers and palm. That hand of their's tuck in the air, I saw a solid mass in each finger begin to pull away. As the skin began to pull from the mass and hang, hollowed like a loose glove, I realized it was the finger bones, and who knows what else, pulling away from the dermis.

 

I feel I should have reconsidered the contract Doc made me sign...

 

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=/=/ LOCATION /=/=

 

Ironwood Hills, Lost Boys

 

*~*~* BODY *~*~*

 

Shape by Me

Skin: + Fallen Gods Inc + Obsydian, Red Elemental, Shaved

 

*~* Head *~*

 

+ Aii + DreamWeaver (Rage) // Copied and Cobbled into the void in his head.

Hair: Magicka Things

Head: DRD / Death Row Designs | Faces Of Death / F.O.D | Blind Venomous Carnage

 

*~* Torso *~*

 

Ro / Remarkable Oblivion - Azrael Bone Wings - Red

Ro / Remarkable Oblivion - Broken Heart Necklace

 

- Cobbled and Copied by me over Torso and Arms -

+ Aii + DreamWeaver's Eye (Dream)

[ni.Ju] Cheeky Chompers

Yellow JesteR - Jeepers Peepers

 

*~* Arms *~*

 

+ Aii + Sinner Hands

 

*~* Waist & Hips *~*

 

+ Aii + Gluttonous Orifice

 

*~* Legs, So Many Legs *~*

 

+ Aii + Centipede Body

 

*~*~* CLOTHING *~*~*

 

*~* Head *~*

 

Tamagosenbei Purple Eye Yokai Pet

[ The Forge ] Witcher Headpiece, Gold

 

*~* Torso *~*

 

.aisling. Fangarth Necklace

.aisling. Ragun

DRD / Death Row Designs | Zombie Apoc - Zombie Arm

PFC / Pucca FireCaster creations ~ Bones - Choker

Done