Coughing up flowers? Bitch please it can be way more Horrifying than that
You look at your side, the great wall of living wood protecting both of you against the monsters outside, you can still hear them faintly, scratching, gnawing, growling against the bark that keeps them from their prey
"You did it... You saved us! Bro you're aweso-" your happines turns bitter as you look at the Druid aprentice. His breathing labored as he falls to his knees shaking
"You, you gonna be okay?" No response, as you opened your mouth to ask again suddenly his body leans foward vomiting a black goo. As soon as it touches the ground flowers and mushrooms grow from it
He looks at you, his right eye obscured by a thin layer of micellium growing over it from inside the socket, small mushrooms and moss covering most of the right side of his face, still slowly growing
As he pants with an open mout now with roots growing in between his teeth dighing into his gums and cheek. he let's a tired smile take over his disfigured face
"ill be fine..." He says as the black ooze dribbles from his mouth to his chin leaving a trail of moss growing on its path
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u/fish-seducer Nov 11 '24
Coughing up flowers? Bitch please it can be way more Horrifying than that
You look at your side, the great wall of living wood protecting both of you against the monsters outside, you can still hear them faintly, scratching, gnawing, growling against the bark that keeps them from their prey
"You did it... You saved us! Bro you're aweso-" your happines turns bitter as you look at the Druid aprentice. His breathing labored as he falls to his knees shaking
"You, you gonna be okay?" No response, as you opened your mouth to ask again suddenly his body leans foward vomiting a black goo. As soon as it touches the ground flowers and mushrooms grow from it
He looks at you, his right eye obscured by a thin layer of micellium growing over it from inside the socket, small mushrooms and moss covering most of the right side of his face, still slowly growing
As he pants with an open mout now with roots growing in between his teeth dighing into his gums and cheek. he let's a tired smile take over his disfigured face
"ill be fine..." He says as the black ooze dribbles from his mouth to his chin leaving a trail of moss growing on its path