Sanoci
Bloody Heart Shaped- Box
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- Buffalo fookin, New York
Looming in the horizon was something predatory, lingering within the confines of this forested swampland. This forest was limitless, foggy, and budding often shrouded in darkness for majority of the forest attributed to the canopy of vegetation. Particularly foul and dense; noxious swamp gas makes breathing difficult and the visibility worse. In all likelihood this described why the unique entities rummaging about needed to have great perseverance thanks to the terrain. A virulent monstrosity colored with the texture befitting of tar made what people have dubbed a Abyssal Slime was something not to be trifle with. Obsidian bubbling ooze protruded rapidly, two luminous lights of red representing some semblance of eyes begun spying about its perimeter. Usually subsist off of fungi and plants; it only did this until a more substantial meal wanders past. Such instances it would pounce and slay them, dissolving all organic materials before moving on to find other prey with its infamous enzymes. It was an omnivore for a penance for flesh, long ago captured and experimented upon. An uncanny perversion for women became a odd quirk for the slime, overwhelmingly preferring them and devouring everyone else.
Impervious to the hazards of this swamp, it undoubtedly possessed a respectable stature that hinted at its extraordinary power and remarkable longevity of the cruel world. Disturbingly observant of irregularities that entered its swamp, a warped formless grin or some version of one was captured onto the blob of black. Slithering on the ground, nonchalantly evading anything to potentially provoking it into action before discovering whoever entered the terrain. Maybe a peculiar sixth sense was radiated when it had the opportunity to greet some adventurers, specifically women that it wasn't against gobbling up per say. Preferring to pleasure before tackling the idea of dissolving them, maintaining its focus swinging across the trees with tentacles crafted arms of ooze. These were hardened, another irregularity but only for defensive purposes as a pure melee orientated skirmish meant risking their lives with the enzymes.
Impervious to the hazards of this swamp, it undoubtedly possessed a respectable stature that hinted at its extraordinary power and remarkable longevity of the cruel world. Disturbingly observant of irregularities that entered its swamp, a warped formless grin or some version of one was captured onto the blob of black. Slithering on the ground, nonchalantly evading anything to potentially provoking it into action before discovering whoever entered the terrain. Maybe a peculiar sixth sense was radiated when it had the opportunity to greet some adventurers, specifically women that it wasn't against gobbling up per say. Preferring to pleasure before tackling the idea of dissolving them, maintaining its focus swinging across the trees with tentacles crafted arms of ooze. These were hardened, another irregularity but only for defensive purposes as a pure melee orientated skirmish meant risking their lives with the enzymes.