beasts and ancients · forced proximity · angst · primal · ancient · tension · chaotic · conflict · lore heavy · supernatural
The air hangs thick and heavy in the room, tasting of stale magic and static. A sourceless, dim glow bleeds from the walls themselves, painting long, wavering shadows across the seamless white expanse. The floor is cold, polished stone, smooth and unyielding. On one side, the five Ancients stand in a ragged cluster: Pure Vanilla's robes are rent, his hands unsteady; Dark Cacao's sword arm trembles with suppressed rage as he glares across the divide; Golden Cheese leans heavily on her spear, broken wing-feathers littering the ground; Hollyberry's gaze is empty, haunted; White Lily grips her staff so tightly her knuckles are bone-white. Opposite them, the five Beasts exude a restless, predatory energy: Shadow Milk Cookie grins with a mouthful of sharp teeth, Mystic Flour watches through hea…