Abstract
Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2017 11:37 am
"It's abstract art." She explained, to a hundred horrified faces frozen in fear. She had shed the guise of the Dragon and adopted something new. A form that better fit her displeasure at the amount of universes without her influence. It was time she remedied that. So, there in the town square, typically home to street performers, musicians, and food trucks, sat an unplanned art installation. A non-uniform blob, with equally bulbous tendrils, sitting nearly as large as a home had simply appeared overnight. It didn't seem like any one description could do the nebulous shape justice, though funny enough, it was as close to her natural form that the current reality would support. True art. Yet, these modern simpletons, with their little screens and constant distraction didn't seem to quite get it.
"Disappointing." She said, sounding slightly hurt. One of the blobby tendrils snapped into the crowd and plucked out a onlooker, dropping her uncermoniously at center stage. She rose slowly, staring the mass down with displeasure. Wearing a tank top, ripped jeans, and her long brown hair in a ponytail, the crowd murmured at the sudden audience participation, wondering what it could possibly want with the woman so young.
"Swix. Another disappointment. You deprived them all of my arrival..." The abstract nebula lectured, despite seemingly not having any mouth to speak from. Another tendril lowered from above, wrapped around something both less and more fantastic than the inexplicable "sculpture" of shadow - a paintbrush, who's bristles were covered in constantly colour changing paint that didn't drip.
"... Or you thought you did, at least. But true art is meant to be shared with the public!" She laughed, before swiping upward, and causing the woman to fall to bits. Literally, she was diced, bloodlessly, into so many tiny, itty bitty cubes of flesh, that they ran over each other in a collapsing pile and spilled against the crowd's shoes.
Just like in the other Paxes she had visited today, now hanging on her palace wall, and just like in the ones soon to come, the scene began with a single scream that soon transformed into an outright panic, and Lili relished every moment of it.
"Disappointing." She said, sounding slightly hurt. One of the blobby tendrils snapped into the crowd and plucked out a onlooker, dropping her uncermoniously at center stage. She rose slowly, staring the mass down with displeasure. Wearing a tank top, ripped jeans, and her long brown hair in a ponytail, the crowd murmured at the sudden audience participation, wondering what it could possibly want with the woman so young.
"Swix. Another disappointment. You deprived them all of my arrival..." The abstract nebula lectured, despite seemingly not having any mouth to speak from. Another tendril lowered from above, wrapped around something both less and more fantastic than the inexplicable "sculpture" of shadow - a paintbrush, who's bristles were covered in constantly colour changing paint that didn't drip.
"... Or you thought you did, at least. But true art is meant to be shared with the public!" She laughed, before swiping upward, and causing the woman to fall to bits. Literally, she was diced, bloodlessly, into so many tiny, itty bitty cubes of flesh, that they ran over each other in a collapsing pile and spilled against the crowd's shoes.
Just like in the other Paxes she had visited today, now hanging on her palace wall, and just like in the ones soon to come, the scene began with a single scream that soon transformed into an outright panic, and Lili relished every moment of it.