17 A Personal Banque (1/2)
Inside a certain place, residing deep within the hellgreen woods. A Figure of light slowly appeard.
Michael slowly opened his eyes. Once more greeted by the sight consisting of flat grass and skyscraper like trees.
Looking around his current position, he found a familiar chipped dagger laying beside his naked foot.
”Sweet! Should throw this inside the dungeon shard.”
he picked it up and placed it next to the purple stone. It was quickly absorbed inside while the voice of Jenkins echoed in the other end.
”You still there..? Ah! good. Found two beast cores here alongside some small life orb. I bet they are yours, so I placed them inside the treasure room. But that's not why I called. Jam the core fragment into your arm. Holding onto it would be a pain while you go on a rampage. It will be easier to keep it like that, and we will still be able to communicate. Give it a try, tough guy!”
Michael starred down at the purple stone. Suddenly, he slammed it into his untransformed forearm. It was both sharp and sturdy, easily penetrating the weak human tissue.
He looked at the bleeding hole in his arm. Beginning to imagine a bracer made out of feathered scales to cover and seal it.
the skin around his bleeding forearm changed to a silver color almost instantly, making it look like he wore a piece of armor usually found on a noble knight.
'D...Di..it....w..ork?' a voice rang inside his head. getting more and more understandable each time he spoke.
'Nice! There is only one thing I wanted to tell you. The ruling beast of this land, or rather, the 'King', is conveniently at the (middle) king layer. Try taking him on when you feel ready. I'll give you all necessary information needed. Anyways...happy hunting!' Jenkins's voice then disappeared.
As he was now alone again, he began to speak to himself out loud.
”My new bestial senses can already reach back towards the village I originally came from. However, it's surprisingly empty. Did the kingdom come to evacuate them mabye?”
Letting this thought pass, some sort of man made breeze blew against his lean upper body. It began to circle around him, making his golden hair fly in every direction.
A smile was formed on his face as the golden eyes gave of a weak glint.
”So even without transforming I still possess all my abilites? Very convenient indeed. Now..”
As the air began to flow faster, a small tornado was slowly created. After reaching its maximun level, the wind emitted caused several of the leafes connected to the sea of trees to shake lightly.
While the air was sendt in every direction, Michael's body began to rapidly expand. His skin took on a sliver luster, growing longer and thicker by the second. His face grew in both width and lenght. Shaping the recognizable voodoo mask.
His joints cracked and the eyesockets opened up sideways. A long horizontal line was slowly formed, looking like a half-grinning devil. The eyes were lost inside a expanding sea of orange light which now filled the cut socket. His lips hardened. Forming a dark orange half moon. And lastly, while his legs grew claws, very much alike his talon shaped fingers, The beautiful silver sun was once more covering his back.
He watched as the changes unfolded, starting to speak with the hoarse voice as they calmed down. It made the once, incredibly hard ground tremble.
'I will get rid of this kid eventually. However, until then, let's see what uses I can find for him...'
”The rest is up to you, Marss. You know what to do.”
The one known as Michael the disappeared. Changing into the less hardy Marss who was slightly afraid as he saw his new appearence.
”I...I hope no one sees me while in this form....But I will do my best! Its to bring mom back!” As Marss was originally a soft hearted boy, and now not being under the primal rage he was previously, he had to steel his heart while adapting to it. Finally building up the courage to continue.
He then took of, deeper into the vast forrest...
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Inside a cave far away from where Marss was training, two hooded figures were speaking to each other. The first one was very tall, possesing a fitting murky voice. His hood was surrounded by some sort of dark steam, hovering around the entire body.
”I heard that even the villagers escaped. Would you mind telling me what happened? after all, I paid you.”
No eyes could be seen behind the black smoke, but they pointed in the direction of a masked humanoid figure. The hood was covering almost the entire face, only showing an elegant mouth. Also worth noticing was that it was much smaller than the towering smoke screen. Some golden hair could be seen extending down from where the mouth laid for display.