11-16-2008, 12:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-16-2008, 12:33 PM by Frisk E. Coyote.)
The tentacle demon laughed demonically as the two tentacles around her breasts' tips suddenly opened up and started 'suckling' on her nipples. Another pair of tentacles spread her butt cheeks a little wider and another tentacle, twice as thick as the one that violated her womanhood, slowly pressed against her bum-hole, threatening to rip her open when it entered. But it never did.
"Accept the Hell Hound's strife- HELL'S HOWLING!! Abuse the gift of Hell- BLESSING OF THE DARK!!"
A deep, sad, hauntingly beautiful howl filled the park. To anyone else but Ozmandyas, it was merely the sound of an animal, a beast, a monster lost in despair, tormented by the fires and frost of Hell. It was almost sad, had it not sounded so terrifying as well, as if to warn everyone of their impending torture. To Ozmandyas, it WAS Hell. The tentacle demon writhed in insurmountable pain, its tentacles loosened around Daisy's wrists, ankles, neck, elbows and knees, letting her slip free as a flurry of darkness engulfed her.
The darkness covered her naked body and formed into the shape of her old clothes, only black, and a little more Gothic-looking, complete with black ribbons on either side of her head. The darkness also engulfed her gloves, turning them black as small shadowy spikes sprouted on the knuckles. It was the Grim's weapon, Death's Shadow.
The Grim lay on the ground, panting weakly. His muscles had healed over his bones now and his flesh was slowly regenerating over them as he lowered his head and finished his howl. The shadow that stalked him was no where to be seen. He was defenseless. Furious, Ozmandyas slowly drifted toward the devil-dog. It was going to send it back to Hell, once and for all.
The Blessing of the Dark gave Daisy her stability back, reinforcing her body, giving her back her energy and awareness, heightening her speed, her strength, her offensive and defensive physical attacks in exchange for The Grim's main weapon. This could only mean that Grim put his fate in her hands, having freed her, distracted Ozmandyas and given her the opportunity to take revenge and BEAT THE LIVING CRUD out of it.
Ozmandyas raised about ten tentacles, their tips were serrated razor spikes, poised to strike and finish the Hell Hound off.
"Accept the Hell Hound's strife- HELL'S HOWLING!! Abuse the gift of Hell- BLESSING OF THE DARK!!"
A deep, sad, hauntingly beautiful howl filled the park. To anyone else but Ozmandyas, it was merely the sound of an animal, a beast, a monster lost in despair, tormented by the fires and frost of Hell. It was almost sad, had it not sounded so terrifying as well, as if to warn everyone of their impending torture. To Ozmandyas, it WAS Hell. The tentacle demon writhed in insurmountable pain, its tentacles loosened around Daisy's wrists, ankles, neck, elbows and knees, letting her slip free as a flurry of darkness engulfed her.
The darkness covered her naked body and formed into the shape of her old clothes, only black, and a little more Gothic-looking, complete with black ribbons on either side of her head. The darkness also engulfed her gloves, turning them black as small shadowy spikes sprouted on the knuckles. It was the Grim's weapon, Death's Shadow.
The Grim lay on the ground, panting weakly. His muscles had healed over his bones now and his flesh was slowly regenerating over them as he lowered his head and finished his howl. The shadow that stalked him was no where to be seen. He was defenseless. Furious, Ozmandyas slowly drifted toward the devil-dog. It was going to send it back to Hell, once and for all.
The Blessing of the Dark gave Daisy her stability back, reinforcing her body, giving her back her energy and awareness, heightening her speed, her strength, her offensive and defensive physical attacks in exchange for The Grim's main weapon. This could only mean that Grim put his fate in her hands, having freed her, distracted Ozmandyas and given her the opportunity to take revenge and BEAT THE LIVING CRUD out of it.
Ozmandyas raised about ten tentacles, their tips were serrated razor spikes, poised to strike and finish the Hell Hound off.
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