The roots are familiar, of course, possessing the look of the Qliphoth tree, its gnarled tendrils tearing through the terrain like a parasite, burrowing in and around the ground and structures adorning the landscape of the void. When they taper off, they curl up towards the sky like grasping fingers, reaching towards the unknown, while bulbous crystallizations of red rest at their bases, glowing, silent.
Yes, that part is familiar, but the rest isn’t. V can sense that this place is… other. That these roots mimic the dread reality of his world, but it's mimicry only. This is a reality only tangentially connected, making his nerves tingle along the lines of dark tattoos — disconcerting, curious.
But a path forward often means there exists a path back. Thus is the faith he relies steadily upon, cane clicking in time with his walk, spotting a figure in the distance whose knife gleams in the warping light of this place.]
Blood, mostly.
[The answer to her question, as he draws close enough to speak, leaning his weight heavily onto his cane, planted to the ground.]
I’d leave it alone. Piercing that will take some effort.
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The roots are familiar, of course, possessing the look of the Qliphoth tree, its gnarled tendrils tearing through the terrain like a parasite, burrowing in and around the ground and structures adorning the landscape of the void. When they taper off, they curl up towards the sky like grasping fingers, reaching towards the unknown, while bulbous crystallizations of red rest at their bases, glowing, silent.
Yes, that part is familiar, but the rest isn’t. V can sense that this place is… other. That these roots mimic the dread reality of his world, but it's mimicry only. This is a reality only tangentially connected, making his nerves tingle along the lines of dark tattoos — disconcerting, curious.
But a path forward often means there exists a path back. Thus is the faith he relies steadily upon, cane clicking in time with his walk, spotting a figure in the distance whose knife gleams in the warping light of this place.]
Blood, mostly.
[The answer to her question, as he draws close enough to speak, leaning his weight heavily onto his cane, planted to the ground.]
I’d leave it alone. Piercing that will take some effort.