What was this!? This was not supposed to be happening! Was he misinformed? Did he not take the proper steps to ensure that he would have a delicious meal of a woeful and pathetically shattered human with a dessert of fetus and carcass? How...WHY was this happening?! This wasn't supposed to happen...it wasn't!
These thoughts rampaged through Rondriquez's head, his former state of mind now filled with these...these insufferable epiphanies that the situated had provided. He had underestimated them, a mistake, a grave mistake. He didn't know what had occurred, but that damn woman had changed. He was sure that she had been severed in two, he had been informed that her mind had been crushed and banished into one of the most pathetic states of despair possible. He had seen it. Felt it.
But now..now he wasn't too sure. What he sensed was a human, a goddamn HUMAN! And yet he, a champion, a demon that ruled over legions, a champion of the darkest entity he had ever come to know, was being susceptible to being damaged?
His underestimation of them, his arrogance, that had to be the factor. The unexpected change had simply caught him off guard. A simple mishap, one that he wouldn't let pass him by again.
There were legions already surrounding the perimeter of the abominable dirt hole that had been slapped with the label "home" to those ants. And to put the matter more in his favor, he had yet to become serious and take drastic measures.
But why...why did he feel this knot of..something in the pits of his stomach? Dread? Fear? No..that was foolish, it couldn't possibly be either of those weak sensations. Perhaps it was the frustration of the task not being as simple as he had thought. But nonetheless, things were far, from over.
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Moments later after climbing back up to the upper levels of the burrow, Ossiana's new figure could be caught walking through large openings that had been created by the destruction of the scuffle with the demon, collateral damage. Her hand still clutched her side lightly, the other gripping her ax as it rested across her shoulders comfortably.
Though the wounds that had been inflicted upon her body were still visible and there, the bleeding has seemed to have clotted itself for the time being. None of them seemed to bother her much anyways.
She came to a halt a foot or so away from Enricho, her gaze hard upon him, but curious, though a little absent minded as if time had to be taken to familiarize herself with him again. Her eyes shifted to the egg that he held within his hands, and the solemn expression on her face softened some, the rage in her eyes quelling immediately and becoming that of both anxiousness and joy.
Oasis shifted within her egg, sprawling out comfortably, almost in a way that showed that she could feel them there. Her parents.
Ossiana's attention shifted back to Enricho, and her lips parted to speak. "Are you...unharmed, huntsman?" There was another change to her voice, her accent thick and pointing towards the northern hemisphere in origin.
These thoughts rampaged through Rondriquez's head, his former state of mind now filled with these...these insufferable epiphanies that the situated had provided. He had underestimated them, a mistake, a grave mistake. He didn't know what had occurred, but that damn woman had changed. He was sure that she had been severed in two, he had been informed that her mind had been crushed and banished into one of the most pathetic states of despair possible. He had seen it. Felt it.
But now..now he wasn't too sure. What he sensed was a human, a goddamn HUMAN! And yet he, a champion, a demon that ruled over legions, a champion of the darkest entity he had ever come to know, was being susceptible to being damaged?
His underestimation of them, his arrogance, that had to be the factor. The unexpected change had simply caught him off guard. A simple mishap, one that he wouldn't let pass him by again.
There were legions already surrounding the perimeter of the abominable dirt hole that had been slapped with the label "home" to those ants. And to put the matter more in his favor, he had yet to become serious and take drastic measures.
But why...why did he feel this knot of..something in the pits of his stomach? Dread? Fear? No..that was foolish, it couldn't possibly be either of those weak sensations. Perhaps it was the frustration of the task not being as simple as he had thought. But nonetheless, things were far, from over.
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Moments later after climbing back up to the upper levels of the burrow, Ossiana's new figure could be caught walking through large openings that had been created by the destruction of the scuffle with the demon, collateral damage. Her hand still clutched her side lightly, the other gripping her ax as it rested across her shoulders comfortably.
Though the wounds that had been inflicted upon her body were still visible and there, the bleeding has seemed to have clotted itself for the time being. None of them seemed to bother her much anyways.
She came to a halt a foot or so away from Enricho, her gaze hard upon him, but curious, though a little absent minded as if time had to be taken to familiarize herself with him again. Her eyes shifted to the egg that he held within his hands, and the solemn expression on her face softened some, the rage in her eyes quelling immediately and becoming that of both anxiousness and joy.
Oasis shifted within her egg, sprawling out comfortably, almost in a way that showed that she could feel them there. Her parents.
Ossiana's attention shifted back to Enricho, and her lips parted to speak. "Are you...unharmed, huntsman?" There was another change to her voice, her accent thick and pointing towards the northern hemisphere in origin.
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