>>5215516The notion of being tested by god-like beings is certainly nothing new to you, but within your extensive life, you’ve encountered far more than enough of them to know that one need not blindly accept the premises of their tests. She has cogent thoughts of her own, so if this nascent god has doubts or insecurities toward your motivations then let her put forth words in this realm of her own creation. If she speaks her questions, then you can speak answers.
“You.” You cross your arms sternly while speaking directly to the belligerent flesh flower. “It’s rather impolite to set forth a path for me, only to have it lead to hostile wildlife. Not only that, but you place that path such that one misstep and I’d end up easily skewered like the rest of these unfortunate animals.” You place a hand on your increasingly aching chest. “I’d like very much to meet with you, but I think it unfair to deal with such hazards when I have hardly the time or equipment to do so.” You motion to your bare form for emphasis.
Each word of yours impacts against snarling flesh flower such that by the end of your scolding the stalk has retreated several feet, and the multi-colored blooms have meekly wilted at your words. To your sides the same occurs with the twisting coils of the brambles surrounding you and the other fleshy perversions within the forest. Upon this change, the fawn manage to free themselves and dart away, leaving behind a scattering of fallen animals, with perfectly punctured holes steadily oozing blood onto lively growing green flora.
So, she can both hear and understand your words yet she either chooses not to manifest herself here, or perhaps she is unable to do so...
“Thank you for listening to my words-” Your interrupted upon detecting a strange set of squelching sounds. You cautiously glance over the shifting landscape and notice that the reverting flux is challenged by numerous pockets of effusing grotesque viscera, vying against the fey forest to dominate the landscape.
A potent realization forms within your mind. “You aren’t able to fully control what happens here…”
Then whose desire drives the transformation of this place into another fleshscape?
Without another word, you sprint forward toward the core of the forest whilst avoiding the sharp bone thorns littering the ground. The counter force of blossoming flesh steadily dominates the land as you do your best to avoid the growing fields of meat. With the locus of the energy nearing, the forest floor suddenly ruptures directly under your footfall like torn skin, revealing a yawning gash of the endless fleshy innards of this realm.
