|Vok:Scrolls of Eventuality |

Here comes the planet eater:[1004/1000]

As Skarde regained breathe through simple shudders her eyes blinked open softly while she whiffed the singed scent of Ubbe. She gave a broken smile,“Forgive me,Ubbe... I- I didn’t mean to take it- this...” Skarde choked out as her body failed her leaving traces of purple fur and two tiny blots in its wake. Ubbe roared in horror, she had finally woken up but now she was gone and well he didn’t have any clue of which blot was which as they stayed put on the rubbles of the cave floor or even if Skarde’s spirit was still with them on this planet.

"No!" the second blot declares made of pure black fur, in an attempt to be menacing in its squeaky little voice it waves little tendrils in the air "No! You will not stop me! I have already rooted myself here!" as if for emphasis the blue roots around the cave floor pulses with energy as the second blot with soft shades of royal purple is caught up in the horrid blue roots, and the expedition team feel suddenly tired "It is too late! We can’t remove them." A male cried out.Well... the team can certainly try, can't they? "I will get strong again and create a form even MORE powerful! Just you wait! The menacing smile on its face suggests its up to something....

Ubbe’s face had turned into a menacing snarl as his body weakened he wasn’t going to accept this fate not without Skarde by his side. As Ivar watched in silence before he brushed around his friend trying to regroup him into the expedition team. Ubbe only saw red before he turned on them,“ Look me in my eyes... Tell me everything is not fine... We’ll never get free lamb to the alter... What are you going to do when there is ichor in the water!!!” He snarled cracking his claws into Ivar’s newly distressed face and launching him into the planet warped trees. Ubbe turned and bared his fangs at each lion holding their ground even King Ragnar. He hadn’t gone insane no... He was simply warning them that they better figure it out and fast...

As the lions all banded together inspecting the roots despite some falling back to wretch up their last meals by rocks. Yet it seemed that this was going to be the end and there was nothing they could do about it. Ubbe flicked the tears off his face as he watched the peaceful nature of the sleeping Skarde entangled in the roots. He turned to the king in all most a pleading manner,“We need axes, something that won’t destroy us. We’re weak enough as it is.” Ubbe’s voice said with a broken manner. Maybe he should have stayed put with the rest of the guards back home and sulked about not doing something evil. Maybe it was simply best that he never got a chance to bond with Uuk’oks turned Skarde. If she was two halves of a whole then there was no possible way for him to love her true self.

“We need to trap this creature and get him off our planet and as for the lioness, Skarde. She will just have to stay in the roots...”Ragnar commanded while tugging at his axe that he gripped fiercely into his fangs. Soon the massive lions were hacking at the rooted beast hissing when strange goos sprayed them in the face while the tiny beast worked harder to reroof itself deeper into their home planet. Left to right lions collapsed to their weakened ankles dropping the tools they had tarnished with goo.

Ragnar’s teeth gritted as he had dropped leaving Ivar as the last one hacking away before he stopped with a massive sneer tugging at his fuzzy muzzle.He spat the axe out of his mouth. “Planet eater, forgive me and my fellow pride mates for what we have done.” Maybe he could grovel his way to get this beast to leave especially since he smelled the evident distress of the expedition team. “We did not mean to upset in fact we did this to show our strength and loyalty to the mighty planet eater in front of us.” Ivar said before mumbling,“Woden save us...” The tiny beast was slowly morphing into the size of a sixth month old cub but the squeaky voice still mentally sent Ivar into orbit. It was hard to take this creature seriously but he must especially for the sake of his best- best friend.... Now Ivar was truly warped as he would never call anyone in his lifetime his friend, ally, and such.

“Oh, stop your groveling you fool!” The beast squeaked out as the roots had grown back two fold. “Get out of my sight, your useless to me!” He squeaked manically as he flicked his tail back and forth with aggression. Luckily the bigger lion did so by tugging the other lions back to the banks so they could gain a moment to regain any and all strength they had lost from chopping at the abrasive roots. As Ivar huffed and puffed sitting between Ubbe and Ragnar. He simply shook his head this was absolute insanity, maybe those mushrooms he had found and devoured was toxic? But from the looks of it he wasn’t the only one feeling the effects of these two monsters or he was just simply insecure.

Thankfully the other lions were healthy as the beast was napping. So he nodded to the others as they tied the creature up for good and started encircling him with massive boulders as they did their best to cut off contact with the tiny blob named Skarde. They swiftly chopped away at the roots and watched the tiny mewling alien cub rumble out. Ubbe softly picked her up to move her away from the heavy rocks being rolled but they managed to stack them up high enough so he wouldn’t escape. Poor Skarde once again had to be placed on the back flame....