TW:...1000... City of Typhon periphery...

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Rolan crested the hill, watching the rolling ground hiss in the breeze, washing sand and heat about his skensuit. The riddlehead cased and away, silent. Yards off, seven and ten to another oft unuseful crater bottom. He'd had no luck getting any lumen to adhere to his gear except for the riddleheads weak trickle of sorcerous flow. He still had weapons that would draw, however.
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Midday Suns-rise in minutes, and it seemed a storm brewed, lying distant from the rumble it made across the Scar. He made for the lip of the craters rim. Approaching from the east, the growing light of dawn increasing, contrasting with the growing rumble from the western storm. The air seemed wetter, and the taste of storm was in the air.
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He positioned his feet and crouch-slid on particulate into the welling bottom of the craters detritus-laden and dark core. He took an extractor from his kit bag, held left, and drew out his ['balest], to right. Stepping crab-wise to avoid debris til he reached where he judged center.
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Fourteen chitinous moving parts raked their exoskeletal magically durable feet along the cores hive.  An intruder was detected... the host briefly shudders as base levels of life processes are reactivated in order to feed the FORM they would bargain with for some idea of what kind of prison they were in... and to wish to turn away from it if at all possible as their life had become a solitary hell... and what they allowed to live by their life would imprison more... others... and wept.

The Hr Hoot would shudder to life and spread its wings in the spheroid chamber it perched.  The fluid was plentiful on this mission, and it would collect many for Maw... it served it utterly.  Along tendrils feeding down metres down meters writhing into the dark, the blue tinged black face opened its eyes and send the signal to the chambers Maw wall to set constraint on the preylife for later bicorporation with a new Hoot.

Waving in the dark, the Maws inner wall began to writhe...
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Rolans riddlehead chirped, setting his skin cold.  Background Lumen was welcome, but this Hoot would be surprised and not a tidy job.  He cursed under his breath as the floor of the cavern seemed to radiate a concentric and oddly disturbing tendrilous flow.  The skin of a maw was here, and he'd picked dead center give or take...

What happened then, is best described by poetry.
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Frame the scene holistically
spheroid ovoid cell.hell wrapping me in a tapestry
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