12/7/2025, 6:53 PM
Plague Effect: 「 Poison water - Insatiable thirst 」
A sinister grin grew wide as his jaws widened, teeth dripping with not just the familiar strands of saliva but a darkened sludge that appeared to ooze and hiss as it writhed within his mouth. It almost appeared alive, as his tongue flicked behind his teeth in a heart beat’s notice. His motion, although off-putting to the naked eye, was quick as he made to snap at the spotted woman before him.
Surprise was not an emotion the Plague could feel, but something akin to it flashed like a live wire behind his lifeless gaze as the woman threw herself in the very direction of his sharpened teeth.
A laugh, diluted into a haunting gurgle reverberated in his throat as he felt the warmth of flesh meet the sanctity of teeth.
She was the Plague’s now.
Within the instant and akin to the fluid motion of a waiting trap, the Plague clamped his teeth down and shook the woman, reveling in the way her blood sang atop his tongue.
But his merriment in their parting dance was cut short by the incessant man who continued to yell in their direction. The Plague had only a second to roll those empty silver sockets before he too aimed a blow at Dre Klage himself.
However, unlike his waiting jaws, the man’s teeth would only pierce the impervious layer of sludge and mud that drooped down Dre Klage’s silhouette. The Plague could not be harmed by such simple, mortal strikes. Rather, the hole the man had created slowly filled with what slime and darkened ooze the corporeal body the Plague seemed to wear.
His gaze narrowed, lifeless and yet haunting as his eyes appeared to sear into the very mass of life that was the man.
Dre Klage had barely finished his string of words before he launched himself in the direction of the male, teeth wide and ready to latch. The man would have only a second to choose—leave now and survive, or face a death similar to his friend.
A sinister grin grew wide as his jaws widened, teeth dripping with not just the familiar strands of saliva but a darkened sludge that appeared to ooze and hiss as it writhed within his mouth. It almost appeared alive, as his tongue flicked behind his teeth in a heart beat’s notice. His motion, although off-putting to the naked eye, was quick as he made to snap at the spotted woman before him.
Surprise was not an emotion the Plague could feel, but something akin to it flashed like a live wire behind his lifeless gaze as the woman threw herself in the very direction of his sharpened teeth.
A laugh, diluted into a haunting gurgle reverberated in his throat as he felt the warmth of flesh meet the sanctity of teeth.
She was the Plague’s now.
Within the instant and akin to the fluid motion of a waiting trap, the Plague clamped his teeth down and shook the woman, reveling in the way her blood sang atop his tongue.
But his merriment in their parting dance was cut short by the incessant man who continued to yell in their direction. The Plague had only a second to roll those empty silver sockets before he too aimed a blow at Dre Klage himself.
However, unlike his waiting jaws, the man’s teeth would only pierce the impervious layer of sludge and mud that drooped down Dre Klage’s silhouette. The Plague could not be harmed by such simple, mortal strikes. Rather, the hole the man had created slowly filled with what slime and darkened ooze the corporeal body the Plague seemed to wear.
Stupid boy,The Plague laughed as he gave one last shake of the woman between his jaws, before chucking her out of his sights. If she was not dead yet, Dre Klage would return to finish the job.
His gaze narrowed, lifeless and yet haunting as his eyes appeared to sear into the very mass of life that was the man.
Run now,he advised with a sickening smile,
Or you will meet the same fate as her.
Dre Klage had barely finished his string of words before he launched himself in the direction of the male, teeth wide and ready to latch. The man would have only a second to choose—leave now and survive, or face a death similar to his friend.