GM chased after the two roleplayers, his sights particularly set on Kole as the one roleplayer started to lag behind, though he stopped momentarily as Callum (and the cat at his ankles, too) turned around to face him. He stood there for only a moment, anger still burning in his eyes as he waited to hear what Callum would say. He flinched only slightly when the ice came, drawing his arm in front of his face to block the projectile, then shoving it aside as he was only pushed back a few inches, and suffered seemingly no damage. When his face became visible again, his glaring eyes locked onto the fearful roleplayers almost immediately, as he almost seemed to snarl angrily in their direction.
The chase resumed, this time with large, crumbling buildings toppling down on them all. GM, however, seemed to pay no mind. Still infuriated, still covered in slime, the entity remained focused only on those he was hunting. And as the falling buildings slowed his pursuit, his rage transformed him on the spot — as his humanoid body was instantly replaced by that of a massive black wolf, large enough to climb over the huge piles of debris as if they were fallen tree trunks in a forest, as the only features the creature seemed to have in common with its previous form were its burning violet eyes. Now hunting the trio as if they were mere mice, GM hurried over the fallen buildings and, with one swift motion of his paw, brought Kole to a halt as the monster’s claws pinned the boy to the ground. He lowered his snout, growling lowly as he brought his eyes closer to Kole’s head. Just a few minutes ago, he would’ve had all kinds of fun with that head, gleefully making the tiniest adjustments so as to induce insanity, but GM’s temper had pushed him far beyond his normal bounds of playful terrorization. He wasn’t just summoning beasts anymore — he had become the beast. In an instant, his powerful jaws locked onto Kole and tore the body in half. After spitting out the chunk of flesh onto the ground distastefully, GM’s eyes scanned the area for Callum.
“Our village is right here.” the leader of the huntresses answered as they all stopped walking, though evidently there was still nothing but jungle surrounding them in all directions — no sign of civilization in sight.
“Sick village.” Muse spoke up, his head slowly nodding in approval. “Love the minimalism.” he added honestly, not the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice as it was clear his thinking was still rather clouded.
“Not on the surface.” the leader clarified. “Below.” she told them, before approaching a clump of branches and vines on the ground that, upon closer inspection, didn’t look like they’d grown there naturally. Moving the foliage aside revealed a hidden tunnel with icy blue lights visible further in. However, the entrance wasn’t very wide. The woman turned towards the two girls. “Your guide, Muse. You said he could change form.” she spoke to clarify. “I think he will need to become smaller.” she told them, eyes drifting in his direction.
“Mmmmmmmkaykay~” Muse hummed, seemingly having no objections to the idea as he inched a bit closer to the girls. He started to transform, though the process wasn’t quite as instantaneous as it normally was. While everything normally happened in the blink of an eye, this change came slower, as all the onlookers could see quite a few more details than normal as they watched him shrink down and saw most of his limbs recede into his body. His usual clothing materialized around him as his body took on more of a humanoid shape, and at about that same moment, some sort of switch seemed to go off in Muse’s head, as he fainted mid-transformation and collapsed onto Rae, all while his body remained covered in scaly skin and a thick lizard tail hung behind him. After all, he was only able to fend off the poison so well in the first place because of his size… Shrinking down made the effect significantly stronger, leaving him completely unconscious.
While all this was happening, a small jungle creature appeared around the bend of a tree branch, watching the group from a short distance away. A peculiar form, the tiny creature seemed to resemble a mouse, though it was an even smaller size than one would expect from such a rodent. And on its back, a pair of blue, butterfly-like wings lay spread out. Watching the events unfold, the creature’s eyes soon locked onto Books. Leaping from the tree branch where it rested previously, the creature took to the skies as it fluttered towards them, seemingly making a conscious effort to stay out of people’s view as it silently landed on Books’ back, its tiny claws hooking into the fabric so gently that they wouldn’t even touch the girl’s skin — its body so light that hardly any weight at all could be perceived.