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Kormadian History Version V; ---> The Demon Beneath
Topic Started: Feb 9 2010, 02:43 PM (386 Views)
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"She has duct tape and chloroform and a map to your house in the back seat of her car. I thought that was a bit strange..."
The Kormadians had grown used to the darkness in the time since the Vaporous Eye's eruption. The night-blooming plants had virtually overtaken the planet, providing tastey food on which the equines flourished. Though trees still stood tall, their lives had been taken from them long ago. Starved of light and soffocated in ash, they had shriveled and died, some of them shrinking into oblivion, and others choosing to leave their hollowing skeletons behind as a reminder of times past. Light came only from those bioluminescent flowers gathered 'round the lifeless roots clinging to the earth, as if still sucking pointlessly.

Now though, another light has lit the ashen sky. Puncturing the noxious smoke layer, allowing brief rays of the near-forgotten light of Prime to streak through in their paths, these objects pierced to the depths of the earth. Their craters--miles wide, deep, and dark--hissed, gurgled, and steamed for days on end. When the first curious equines grew bold enough to look into these pits, their eyes were blinded by heat and fumes; they could tell no one of what they had seen. The Scarbearers knew though. Strange beings, bipedal and lanky; they seemed to grow from within the crafts in the craters. Transfigured by the heat, their faces are boiled, cancerous, and sightless, their upper four limbs are melted and dripping, and their lower two crooked and no good for running.

What's more--they are smart. Tactical. Manipulative. They can speak the language of the equines.

And they are hunters.
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