If either Gyre or Luka would like to get off of Twelve's Wild Ride, they'll find that unfortunately: No one gets off of Twelve's Wild Ride. Gyre's made an interesting choice to move to Luka's defense, but it doesn't matter because what comes next is so overwhelming that even Six answers with a quiet "woah."
Twelve's upper body leans forward, starting to spill out of the form she was in, huge chunks of liquid pouring down onto the ground. Except the liquid doesn't reach the ground. It seems to land inside of something and, after not too long, the entire centaur body has sloshed forward like a tidal wave into her new form that's already advancing on Gyre and Luka. Once again, he'll be treated to a momentary glimpse of the form she's taken.
Her body is a like a massive centipede now, twelve legs(?) jutting out all along the tree-trunk sized body. The head, though, is a set of twelve pincers surrounded by twelve eyes, and the last four of her limbs are reared up and back as she looks down at Eight, Luka, and Gyre. Even just the four limbs, her body is up easily ten feet in the air with the remaining twenty feet of body and limbs on the ground. She's made a big circle to surround them in, offering no escape, and ten of her eyes are looking down at Luka as if to pull him apart and understand him in this moment. One single eye is on Gyre, watching, wary.
"Explain "doing that", Princess." She whispers, this time with more of a hiss to the words.
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Twelve's upper body leans forward, starting to spill out of the form she was in, huge chunks of liquid pouring down onto the ground. Except the liquid doesn't reach the ground. It seems to land inside of something and, after not too long, the entire centaur body has sloshed forward like a tidal wave into her new form that's already advancing on Gyre and Luka. Once again, he'll be treated to a momentary glimpse of the form she's taken.
Unfortunately for Gyre, he's seen it before.
Her body is a like a massive centipede now, twelve legs(?) jutting out all along the tree-trunk sized body. The head, though, is a set of twelve pincers surrounded by twelve eyes, and the last four of her limbs are reared up and back as she looks down at Eight, Luka, and Gyre. Even just the four limbs, her body is up easily ten feet in the air with the remaining twenty feet of body and limbs on the ground. She's made a big circle to surround them in, offering no escape, and ten of her eyes are looking down at Luka as if to pull him apart and understand him in this moment. One single eye is on Gyre, watching, wary.
"Explain "doing that", Princess." She whispers, this time with more of a hiss to the words.