Two Heads Are Not Better Than One (Sometimes) Sept 13, 2019 20:02:12 GMT -6
Post by Ashe on Sept 13, 2019 20:02:12 GMT -6
How does one deal with a dead Pliathor?
This was the question weighing on Ashe when he found Cezar floating. It must have been recent, he wasn't bloated yet, though he had deep gouges in place that left little to the imagination as to what had happened here. Ashe was the proud owner of three two-headed Pliathor -Charlie, Zane, and Cezar - but that meant more heads to fight each other. He tried keeping them separated, even more difficult to do on top of the difficulty of housing even one Pliathor, but the brothers had seemed to get along well. Zane wasn't the most aggressive, and Cezar kept to himself. But today there had been a fight, and one of the siblings (brothers from different mothers, that is) had had enough. Zane had won; Ashe had treated the wounds himself, first of all. Second, he thought this question.
And came up with an answer.
Why not have an undead Pliathor, anyway? It was dead, why not bring it back to life? Instead of ordering creatures from the scientist himself, to appear and act dead, this would be an actual ritual to bring something back into the broken body. But that left the even more difficult question of... How in the hell do you get a dead Pliathor to the temple?
The answer had come to Ashe a few hours later. A collar of bonding! He had run out and purchased one, and now he attached it to Cezar. Then he hurried to the temple.
For all of his fascination of death, this was Ashe's first time here. He was greeted by a skeletal Izer, that talked! "Hello Elenore, I'm Ashe," He said, looking up at her. It was dark now; that was how long it had taken him to get things sorted out and get here. He admired her from where he stood, taking in the bones, the complete lack of skin in some places. She was a beauty for sure. But he wasn't here for a beast that flew, but one that swam.
Inyala didn't feel his sentiment, and she glared up at the bird. She was uneasy here, sensing the powerful magic involved, her instinct telling her there was just something not right going on here. Bringing the dead back to life? It wasn't natural. And yet, she was more used to it than most; she'd lived for years with Ashe and his eccentric interests. She should be able to handle this... But no sane person should even want to come here!
Ashe followed her obediently, past some marble columns, keeping up but just behind. He slowed the deeper they got into the temple, engrossed in the place itself, the feeling of power here, and he ignored Inyala's gentle murmurs of things like 'we should turn around' and 'what are we doing here'. Whatever they did, whatever they had here, spoke to him, making him feel welcome, like he could just stay here and learn the secrets... Wouldn't that be nice?
Up ahead, there was a man, and he was speaking.
"I have heard of the wonders of this Temple, and come humbly asking if you might be able to do something about... this."
Ashe glanced around them and saw there would be enough room - and he spoke the word, the bracelet warming slightly and then; the space was suddenly taken up by a giant sea serpent, body wet but not soaked (Ashe had removed it from the tank, to avoid what bloating he could). Parts were coiled up, parts stretched out. The way he appeared, the two heads with lifeless eyes were facing the man and his Izer, jaws agape, tongues lolling. Fingers crossed it wasn't too big to work magic on!