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#48
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Lawtan
Dragon Storm
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The statues, on second look, are not falling. More, it is you who are falling, as spacetime warps around the pillars. You accelerate on and on. The core of the planet flashes before you. Then it is darker then night. For a while as you jog, you fail to understand up or down. You could not move backwards if you wanted to, because there is no backwards geometric space to move through. There is only forward.
Then, you start slowing, as if to a normal speed. You can perceive white, blinding light as matter is visible again. A sense of exhilaration, as one gains from achievement, fills you as you tumble into a tall gothic chamber. You look around.
You are in what appears to be almost a gothic cathedral, with high chambers nearly reaching into the beyond. A magnificent clockwork of painted characters move across the vaulted ceiling, as if a map or story in motion. Though largely empty, there are small groups of people - some not really people - clustered on their own.
Among the hushed sound of whispers, the Guide stands. They lower their hood, and reveal a fey-like face. They easily stand 7 feet tall. Out of the shadows, a small lemur-like creature swings down to hug the Guide. The creature looks organic, but not quite - as if flesh is stretched over a robotic entity.
Turning towards you, with Adapiform in arm, the Guide speaks: "Welcome to MolSong Research Academy."
Lawtan: A chaotic dragoness with issues.
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Science, horror, folklore, and cuteness incoming!
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Posted 10-25-2016, 06:36 AM
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