capacity.”
Desmond stifled a scream. He’d totally forgotten about seeing that feathered man rising up from under all those bones and lumps of flesh. Only it no longer looked like some giant bird. He frowned, wondering how his best mate had managed to find him. Not that he was going to complain about good old Henry Wild risking life and limb to come to his rescue. No way. Neither was he going to ask why Mr. Dinosaur here hadn’t bitten off Henry’s face either. “Oh man, I’m so glad to see you.”
Henry turned his head yet he didn’t return Desmond’s smile. He felt fingers of ice run up and down his spine when Henry told him to stop talking, yet the man’s mouth never moved. He felt like he was looking at a showroom dummy.
He leaned closer and squinted his eyes. It wasn’t his mate standing there at all. This was some kind of illusion. Under the facade of flesh and janitor’s uniform, Desmond could make out yellow feathers. It was like staring at a projection. The only thing stopping him from diving at this monstrosity was the raptor’s posture. He got the feeling that any sudden moves on his party would result in swapping that gnawed torso for his body. “What the fuck are you? More to the point, what happened to my friend?”
“Understanding danger must have been a trait bred out of you, or perhaps having nothing to fear has necessitated this obvious survival ability into a redundant genetic sequence? As you cannot function without this desire for information, I shall furnish your appetite.”
Desmond did his best to digest what it had said to him. A difficult task with him only understanding one word in ten.
“I scanned your companion’s dimensions into my Image Resonator before I ate him. As for what I am, well, that is one question that I too posed upon escaping from my incarnation. You are a fascinating species, my new slave. You are weak, primitive, and your intelligence levels are not far removed from the vermin ancestors. Still, despite all these setbacks, you have broken through the confines which binds every other living organism into place. I would be suitably impressed if you had reached this stage of development without my help.”
He still had little clue to what this thing was banging on about, nor did he care. Desmond just wanted to get out of here and go home. He didn’t feel very well at all. Desmond then realised what this fucker had just said. “Wait on, did you say you ate my friend?” His sudden loud noise had startled the dinosaur, but right now, Desmond couldn’t give a shit. “You evil fucking scumbag. You utter bastard. He was the only friend I had!”
The image of his now dead friend pointed to what looked like a length of copper pipe at his head. Desmond remembered what happen to him last time and bit on the inside of his cheek. He sat back down and took a deep breath. He got the feeling that if he was put back to sleep again, he wouldn’t be waking up ever again.
“An interesting reaction, but not entirely unexpected.” The image walked through the pile of bones and sludge, stopping when it reached Desmond’s feet. “You live still because I wish it, Desmond. Of course, if you do want to truly become a prey, raise your paw now. I shall deactivate the pacifier which is stopping my ancient ancestor from eating you, and she so desires this. If you did choose this option, your death will be painful. You see, because you angered her, she will start by eating your feet. You will cry out in complete agony as her teeth sink into your tender flesh. Is this what you want?”
Desmond shook his head so much he gave himself a headache. “Oh please, no, don’t do that. I don’t want that to happen. Please don’t let her eat me!” He groaned, partly in disgust, when his bladder gave out. The smell of his urine filled his nose. Desmond began to weep. “I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “Fuck Harry. He wasn’t that much of a friend anyway.”
“I have viewed your world
Desmond stifled a scream. He’d totally forgotten about seeing that feathered man rising up from under all those bones and lumps of flesh. Only it no longer looked like some giant bird. He frowned, wondering how his best mate had managed to find him. Not that he was going to complain about good old Henry Wild risking life and limb to come to his rescue. No way. Neither was he going to ask why Mr. Dinosaur here hadn’t bitten off Henry’s face either. “Oh man, I’m so glad to see you.”
Henry turned his head yet he didn’t return Desmond’s smile. He felt fingers of ice run up and down his spine when Henry told him to stop talking, yet the man’s mouth never moved. He felt like he was looking at a showroom dummy.
He leaned closer and squinted his eyes. It wasn’t his mate standing there at all. This was some kind of illusion. Under the facade of flesh and janitor’s uniform, Desmond could make out yellow feathers. It was like staring at a projection. The only thing stopping him from diving at this monstrosity was the raptor’s posture. He got the feeling that any sudden moves on his party would result in swapping that gnawed torso for his body. “What the fuck are you? More to the point, what happened to my friend?”
“Understanding danger must have been a trait bred out of you, or perhaps having nothing to fear has necessitated this obvious survival ability into a redundant genetic sequence? As you cannot function without this desire for information, I shall furnish your appetite.”
Desmond did his best to digest what it had said to him. A difficult task with him only understanding one word in ten.
“I scanned your companion’s dimensions into my Image Resonator before I ate him. As for what I am, well, that is one question that I too posed upon escaping from my incarnation. You are a fascinating species, my new slave. You are weak, primitive, and your intelligence levels are not far removed from the vermin ancestors. Still, despite all these setbacks, you have broken through the confines which binds every other living organism into place. I would be suitably impressed if you had reached this stage of development without my help.”
He still had little clue to what this thing was banging on about, nor did he care. Desmond just wanted to get out of here and go home. He didn’t feel very well at all. Desmond then realised what this fucker had just said. “Wait on, did you say you ate my friend?” His sudden loud noise had startled the dinosaur, but right now, Desmond couldn’t give a shit. “You evil fucking scumbag. You utter bastard. He was the only friend I had!”
The image of his now dead friend pointed to what looked like a length of copper pipe at his head. Desmond remembered what happen to him last time and bit on the inside of his cheek. He sat back down and took a deep breath. He got the feeling that if he was put back to sleep again, he wouldn’t be waking up ever again.
“An interesting reaction, but not entirely unexpected.” The image walked through the pile of bones and sludge, stopping when it reached Desmond’s feet. “You live still because I wish it, Desmond. Of course, if you do want to truly become a prey, raise your paw now. I shall deactivate the pacifier which is stopping my ancient ancestor from eating you, and she so desires this. If you did choose this option, your death will be painful. You see, because you angered her, she will start by eating your feet. You will cry out in complete agony as her teeth sink into your tender flesh. Is this what you want?”
Desmond shook his head so much he gave himself a headache. “Oh please, no, don’t do that. I don’t want that to happen. Please don’t let her eat me!” He groaned, partly in disgust, when his bladder gave out. The smell of his urine filled his nose. Desmond began to weep. “I’m sorry,” he sniffled. “Fuck Harry. He wasn’t that much of a friend anyway.”
“I have viewed your world
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