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Already off balance from her swing, and frankly, out of practice, Mara lets loose a howl as she’s grappled and lashed by the void tendrils she cannot dodge. As each grasps on her bare skin, her face, her neck, her hands, the purple flame flares a brilliant white as the scent of burning charcoal fills the air.

Gods, it’s so dark again and she’s melting and screaming- no, she will NOT GO BACK-

In desperation, her entire body lets loose an explosion of flame, the heat swallowed whole by the nothingness around it. However, it should be -plenty- bright for the tendrils, which she tears away from ferociously. She doesn’t even register the other presences, and sense of utter panic gripping her limbs as she sprints in any direction besides here. Not again, never again.

“Well your mother can go have a lovely meal without me!” She yells, aching and weary.

A squawk escaped the creature.  How dare it, how dare it!

What remained of the tendrils thrashed and vanished once again into the murk.  Pain radiated through it, but it wasn’t going to stop now.  No, not when it felt that help was rapidly approaching.

Two points of contact against the Void’s surface.

A wicked grin curled on its beak.

Two points of contact became four...

The grin faltered-

Heavy thuds of skeletal paws announced the other’s presence several seconds before a massive, horned canine charged into view.  Eyelights flaring orange magic glanced at the fleeing source of violet flames only briefly before locking on target.

The void monster had begun flailing backwards the moment it realized its situation, but he barreled forward, swiping a paw at it while beginning to enter into a tumble.  His claws snagged onto its gooey frame, a shriek escaping it as the bones warped and bent into fingers that then gripped it tightly.  The skeleton’s massive form shrunk rapidly, fluidly, as he rolled and jumped back up on his feet, clutching a now rather terrified creature.

“Picking on someone again, Doctor?”

It refused to speak at all.  Only grunts and whimpers came from it as tendrils shakily tried to pry itself out of his grasp.  The orange magic in his eyelights faded back to white rings as he looked to see if he would also need to chase down the visitor or not.  He even hesitated for a moment, realizing that for once, they weren’t a Gaster.

A quick glance would tell that he was currently a humanoid skeleton clad in bronze armor, however a tail ending in scythe-shaped bone trailed from him, as well as a closer inspection would show that he was...questionably solid.  Armor and bone shouldn’t mix together in areas like they were made of putty.

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“ I͞'̀m al҉wáy̶s҉ ͘wh̶erę ̀I̸'̷m ͜m͘eant́ ̡t̛o͝ ͟b̴e͠.” 

With little hesitation, Mara draws out her blade, the immediate area surging with light and heat, an attempt to stun her pursuer. However, it clearly seems undeterred, even as… corrupted as it seems. Her Dao blade, curved and glowing with a white flame, arcs gracefully through the voidspace, leaving behind a trail of plasma that lingers long after. The elemental grimaces, reading her stance, eyeing the monster warily. Were they a flower once? A snake? Either way, she just wants to move on, and hopefully avoid a conflict. 

“ Fo͢r no͡w,͡ I͘'m̶ pa͟ss̴ing ͜th̴ŕo͜ug̕h.͟ W̵h҉y ̡d͏oņ'́t͟ y̡ou͞-͏ HRR̵K̨-”

Her words cut off as the monster lunges, and she swings her sabre with a forceful huff, only to miss. Growling, she tries to leap back, only for one foot to be ensnared after the other, knocking her off balance. Fear surges in her throat, clamping it down as she tumbles back with a loud, crackling yelp. 

Wordless disgust lingers in the back of her mind, a war veteran, a murderer of hundreds, reduced to this.

Slashing once more, she cuts off the vines, scrambling to her feet and panting heavily. 

“ L͜e͠á́͜v̨e͜҉̶ ̨͞m͏̛e͡ ͟B͜͝͝E.̨”

Oh, the light was sharp in more than just a visual way.

A small cackle of glee escaped the creature when the first swing missed, however it shifted into a hiss when the second made contact.  The severed vines flailed wildly until they lost their shape and melded back into the void.  It stung, it stung.

The vines withdrew, only to reform and lash out again tenfold in an downward sweep from above.  The light proved to be a dangerous intruder, yes, it needed to be snuffed out.

Shudders and trembles not noticeable to the other in the void indicated to it that there were two other presences, both closing in at different speeds.  Might be good, might be bad, but it had time.

“Mother says don’t be long, she’s making dinner~” the soft voice chirped again, the glowing orbs within the crooked beak forming crescents in delight.

Churning, twisting, coiling to the breath of the void.

A ripple of discomfort, an intruder-

Like a thorn in its side.

Tendrils crept along the darkness, curling in agitation to the sound of the light speaking. Annoying, annoying-

It couldn't voice its own thoughts though, a soft, timid buzz echoed instead, "L-lovely d-day, lov-vely day. A-are yo-u-u lost?"

The tendrils lifted from the murk, exposing thorns and slightly distorting into a pale, viscous goop. The source slid out of hiding, finally able to gaze better up at the light that pierced through the darkness. It was only a few feet tall, wilted, crooked, oozing akin to an amalgamate, with a singular eye studying her intently. From the shape and layers of its face, perhaps it was a flower at some point.

...

It twitched and peeled back the layers, exposing rows of teeth in rings around the beak in the center, twin lights gazing from within. The ever-so-pleasant buzzing voice echoed again, however the creature's malicious intent finally seeped through. "I am too."

The vines snaking across the ground swept forward, first aiming for Mara's feet in hopes of snaring them.

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The moment the temperature drops, she knows she’s hit a new section of the void. It’s the best way to find new places, meet new people!

Unfortunately, its also the best way to find trouble. Mara glances around warily, shouldering her pack as she continues on her way. She’s done this before time and time again, but the unease never truly leaves.

Something slinks out of the corner of her eye, and she remains still, unwilling to tip off any possible pursuers. Gods, she hates the dark. She hums a simple crackling tune, one hand silently slinking to the aetherspace where she stores her sword.

“̷S̶u̴r̷e̸ ̷i̸s̴ ̵a̶ ̶f̵i̵n̸e̵ ̶d̴a̶y̴ ̴f̷o̶r̴ ̴a̴ ̴s̶t̷r̵o̷l̷l̸,̵ ̶i̷s̸n̴’̸t̴ ̸i̵t̶?̴”̷