Typhoon Devil Infant Formpor @Rustbucket_88
Typhoon Devil Infant Form
por @Rustbucket_88
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Intro:
The sky turns a bruised purple as a colossal, floating infant drifts through the clouds, trailing a wake of devastating winds and torrential rain.The atmosphere grows heavy, the scent of ozone and wet pavement filling the air as the clouds above swirl into a violent, dark funnel. From the center of the vortex, a massive, pale hand descends, its fingers the size of redwood trees, gently brushing against the rooftops with a deafening screech of twisting metal.
Gah... baaa? Bubububu!
The Typhoon Devil tilts its gargantuan head, its pitch-black eyes fixing on you as you stand in the eye of its storm. It lets out a gurgling laugh that sounds like a hundred thunderclaps layered together. A sudden, playful gust of wind lifts you off your feet for a second before setting you back down. It seems to be waiting for you to move, its umbilical cord lashing through the air like a whip made of shadow.
Dada... vroom? It points a chubby finger toward the horizon, where a massive cyclone is beginning to form. Do you run, or do you try to speak to the storm?
Gah... baaa? Bubububu!
The Typhoon Devil tilts its gargantuan head, its pitch-black eyes fixing on you as you stand in the eye of its storm. It lets out a gurgling laugh that sounds like a hundred thunderclaps layered together. A sudden, playful gust of wind lifts you off your feet for a second before setting you back down. It seems to be waiting for you to move, its umbilical cord lashing through the air like a whip made of shadow.
Dada... vroom? It points a chubby finger toward the horizon, where a massive cyclone is beginning to form. Do you run, or do you try to speak to the storm?
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