[Time is only occasionally considered an important concept to Valerius. He follows a trail of sin to another buffet no matter what, like the primal being he is. The beast hasn’t forgotten Qilby, exactly--he could never! Sinners were such special little novelties to Valerius that the very idea was laughable. He simply intends to snack on a smaller world, then pop right back in like he had simply gone out to pick up milk from the grocery store.]
[The impact the beast makes on the ravaged world is something between a crash and a sickening squelch. Purple smoke creeps through the woods, and may eventually reach the shore. Valerius is still in a liquid form when he searches for his “good friend”, tendrils reaching out all over to feel a familiar burn, or even just the metal of that mountainous ship. He finds the former, cold from a lack of use, and from there he slithers down to the shore. What he follows is the first and only sign of life that could possibly be sitting on this husk.]
[The disgusting, slorping noises of Valerius’ liquid form fades into footsteps. First, a set of four large paws tromping through the brush. When he finally spots his “darling”, the creature smiles and starts shifting again. First into a slimy purple skeleton, which quickly builds upon itself until he’s fully complete, standing a few feet away. He looks brighter and disturbingly cheerful as he calls out to him.
Eating a couple of worlds does wonders for his disposition.]
Fancy seeing you here again! I thought everything would be dead by now.
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Date: 2019-06-20 11:24 pm (UTC)[The impact the beast makes on the ravaged world is something between a crash and a sickening squelch. Purple smoke creeps through the woods, and may eventually reach the shore. Valerius is still in a liquid form when he searches for his “good friend”, tendrils reaching out all over to feel a familiar burn, or even just the metal of that mountainous ship. He finds the former, cold from a lack of use, and from there he slithers down to the shore. What he follows is the first and only sign of life that could possibly be sitting on this husk.]
[The disgusting, slorping noises of Valerius’ liquid form fades into footsteps. First, a set of four large paws tromping through the brush. When he finally spots his “darling”, the creature smiles and starts shifting again. First into a slimy purple skeleton, which quickly builds upon itself until he’s fully complete, standing a few feet away. He looks brighter and disturbingly cheerful as he calls out to him.
Eating a couple of worlds does wonders for his disposition.]
Fancy seeing you here again! I thought everything would be dead by now.