Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
01-04-2010, 10:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
The Manikin finally stopped moving. It did not know where it was, nor did it have any sense of it's surroundings. It's ability to detect life was completely upset- the lives surrounding it were strong, too strong, and growing stronger. It couldn't focus on the lives nearby- their intensity blinded the manikin's sense. Instead, it focused further away, where it had ran from. The lack of life spread... But the mankin noticed something. As the lives vanished, the other lives grew stronger- and the further from the dissappearing, the stronger the lives grew. The occurance was almost if the lives erased by the dissapearing had been pushed outwards, towards things still living within the forest, making their lives grow wildly. It realized that this phenomena was what was interferring with it's sense... It tried to sense further away from the dissapearing, forwards, but had it's sense completely overloaded. The intensity of life was simply to strong for it.
The manikin finally decided to sit down. It disliked simply waiting as loss of existence approached it- but it knew it wouldn't be able to get far, completely unable to sense anything. What it could do, though, was do what it had done before. It carefully crawled to a nearby tree. It rubbed the tree down, sure that it was the same as what it had examined last time, and bit into it with it's hands. It was similar to what it was before- but much harder, denser. In addition, the life of the tree gushed out in a blast- so much that the mankin couldn't help but absorb some. The manikin let the life flow through it's body. The life moved inside it like water. Carefully, the manikin focused it, probed it, and found that there was nothing in it that the manikin didn't already have. The mainkin stopped concentrating on the life, and the life gently flowed out of the manikin's body. It had thought about keeping the life, but it realized that life wasn't something it could hold onto so easily.
Suddenly, a large life, with specific shape, darted and assulted the manikin. The manikin once again was not in full control of it's body-it's left arm and it's body were pinned together and rendered immobile. The manikin focused as much as it could on the thing assaulting it. It had a large body, as large as the manikin's torso, but much larger pincers, which were currently crushing the manikin's arm and body.
It was a stag beetle- but deformed and enormous. It's pincers should not have been that big, nor any part of it, but the incredible amount of life it had received had mutated it into a monstrosity. However, it wasn't near as monstrous as the Manikin.
The Manikin was confused, but eager- it had met a moving, living thing, albeit not with a she it was familiar with. It desperately wanted to know... it's torso split into a mouth, and gripped the body. Again, it's teeth weren't hard enough- it couldn't pierce the bug's carapace. Still, the mouth held the bug in place. That was good enough for the manikin. The Manikin strengthened it's free arm, into a rockhard bludgeon, and brought it down like a hammer on the beetle's back. The arm cracked, the beetle's carapace cracked. The manikin lifted the arm again, repairing the crack as best it could, and swung down again- and again, and again, and again. The beetle's body caved in, it's insides leaking out of it's smashed carapace, and was devoured by the Manikin's chest mouth. Taking in a big meal, the manikin stopped it's body and lay still. As it was digested, a rush of knowledge flushed through the Manikin. the muscles, the blood, the brain, the eyes, the pincers, the legs, the hairs, the wings- the blueprint of the beetle's existence wrote itself into the manikin's mind.
The Manikin finally stopped moving. It did not know where it was, nor did it have any sense of it's surroundings. It's ability to detect life was completely upset- the lives surrounding it were strong, too strong, and growing stronger. It couldn't focus on the lives nearby- their intensity blinded the manikin's sense. Instead, it focused further away, where it had ran from. The lack of life spread... But the mankin noticed something. As the lives vanished, the other lives grew stronger- and the further from the dissappearing, the stronger the lives grew. The occurance was almost if the lives erased by the dissapearing had been pushed outwards, towards things still living within the forest, making their lives grow wildly. It realized that this phenomena was what was interferring with it's sense... It tried to sense further away from the dissapearing, forwards, but had it's sense completely overloaded. The intensity of life was simply to strong for it.
The manikin finally decided to sit down. It disliked simply waiting as loss of existence approached it- but it knew it wouldn't be able to get far, completely unable to sense anything. What it could do, though, was do what it had done before. It carefully crawled to a nearby tree. It rubbed the tree down, sure that it was the same as what it had examined last time, and bit into it with it's hands. It was similar to what it was before- but much harder, denser. In addition, the life of the tree gushed out in a blast- so much that the mankin couldn't help but absorb some. The manikin let the life flow through it's body. The life moved inside it like water. Carefully, the manikin focused it, probed it, and found that there was nothing in it that the manikin didn't already have. The mainkin stopped concentrating on the life, and the life gently flowed out of the manikin's body. It had thought about keeping the life, but it realized that life wasn't something it could hold onto so easily.
Suddenly, a large life, with specific shape, darted and assulted the manikin. The manikin once again was not in full control of it's body-it's left arm and it's body were pinned together and rendered immobile. The manikin focused as much as it could on the thing assaulting it. It had a large body, as large as the manikin's torso, but much larger pincers, which were currently crushing the manikin's arm and body.
It was a stag beetle- but deformed and enormous. It's pincers should not have been that big, nor any part of it, but the incredible amount of life it had received had mutated it into a monstrosity. However, it wasn't near as monstrous as the Manikin.
The Manikin was confused, but eager- it had met a moving, living thing, albeit not with a she it was familiar with. It desperately wanted to know... it's torso split into a mouth, and gripped the body. Again, it's teeth weren't hard enough- it couldn't pierce the bug's carapace. Still, the mouth held the bug in place. That was good enough for the manikin. The Manikin strengthened it's free arm, into a rockhard bludgeon, and brought it down like a hammer on the beetle's back. The arm cracked, the beetle's carapace cracked. The manikin lifted the arm again, repairing the crack as best it could, and swung down again- and again, and again, and again. The beetle's body caved in, it's insides leaking out of it's smashed carapace, and was devoured by the Manikin's chest mouth. Taking in a big meal, the manikin stopped it's body and lay still. As it was digested, a rush of knowledge flushed through the Manikin. the muscles, the blood, the brain, the eyes, the pincers, the legs, the hairs, the wings- the blueprint of the beetle's existence wrote itself into the manikin's mind.