Old Nighz

The Nighzmarquls of the current muck is quite different from the one of old, This is an area dedicated to that one

Old Muck Description

You can save yourself the mental effort of reading over my descriptive words and just look at this [Picture]

The Conglomerate is perceived on a titanic scale, but subtle messages flit around it in ethereal virtual realms denoting the boundary of a 'pocket' interface with the current reality. Allowing it to fit in confining spaces without relinquishing its own size, and if it feels more social to make it possible to interact with others on equal terms.

Lowest are almost brutish depictions of muscle, columns of elephantine legs rooting the rest of the visible mass to not just a surface it might be standing on, but the very spatial reality it occupies.

In size these bearers would appear to be perhaps Four meters across the shoulders (with its usual spatial distortion). They're faces featureless but for dark coal black eyes that gleam with an observing intellect. Vertebrae are exposed and seeping blood red fluid seems to pulse between them down the spinal column. Muscles taut in pantomime of supporting the weight of all the upper tiers.

The next three 'beings' are a living nightmare of predatory persuasion and subtle 'beauty'

They swoop up over their lower counterparts like predatory shadows, and glisten with dark skin, mild scrapes seep green glowing ichors bringing out the texture and thickness of the dark hide.

Teeth linger in fiendish grins wide enough to snap a normal genotype human cleanly in half. Or with a little effort swallow them down whole. Hands are little more then snatching mechanisms to grab at prey.

The Tampering with spatial reality forces you to peer above at the upper triad (regardless of scale) and the strangely shimmering pinnacle figure. This distortion defies the angle at which one might view the subject, preventing any being from meeting the upper gazes of this conglomerate straight on and especially not allowing one to look down at them.

They are garbed in a black semi-sapient robe. Which billows around them with artistic nuances and flare as well as the capacity to snatch up bits of matter and carry it in for closer scrutiny. The skin of these three 'ladies' seems off color and on the verge of decay, the arms jointed into such absurdity they weave about free as any tendril might be. They're Eyes strikingly sharp as they shimmer with caustic green hue.

And last of all is an ethereal image, flesh pale and yet not as sickly as those below it. Instead of arms it bears wings of angelic rainbow aurora and eyes that shine with a similar light, the face serenely observing.