Blaine the Wayne
The Riftborn Serpenth
Age: 4 years, 9 months, 3 weeks
Born: June 26th, 2014
Adopted: 4 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: June 26th, 2014
- Level: 758
- Strength: 1,895
- Defense: 1,895
- Speed: 1,888
- Health: 1,888
- HP: 1,888/1,888
- Intelligence: 1,868
- Books Read: 1,682
- Food Eaten: 4,771
- Job: Director of SAI
profile by Balloon
fan pet for the character Tak from Desperation by Stephen King and The Regulators by Richard Bachman
profile text from Desperation book, image from Desperation movie
"Soma dies; pneuma departs; only sarx remains," it said in a voice that was a paradox: both sonorous and entirely without tone. "So it has always been; so shall it always be; life sucks, then you die."
You have no interest in your spiritual nature. You mock the God who created you, and by doing so you mortify your own pneuma and glorify the mud which is your sarx. Do you understand me?
Sarx is not the body; soma is the body. Sarx is the flesh of the body. The body is made of flesh-- as the word was reputedly made flesh by the birth of Jesus Christ-- but the body is more than the flesh that makes it. The sum is greater than the parts.
Tak sat down on the edge of the ini and stared into it. The ini was shaped like a funnel, its rough walls sliding in toward each other until, twenty-five or thirty feet down, nothing was left of the mouth's twelve-foot diameter but a hole less than an inch across. Baleful scarlet light, almost too bright to look at, stormed out of this hole in pulses. It was a hole like an eye. Tak had hoped looking into the ini would be calming, would help it decide what to do next, for the ini was where it really lived, but it only seemed to increase its disquiet.
It rocked forward. It looked into the funnel of the well, and the constricted red eye at the bottom.
The eye of Tak.
Tak leaned farther over the funnel with its jagged crystal sides and murky reddish light. Now it could hear a sound, very faint-- a kind of low, atonal humming. It was an idiot sound. . . but it was also wonderful, compelling. It closed its stolen eyes and breathed deeply, sucking at the force it felt, trying to get as much inside as it could. And now it felt the ini's peace. At last.
"Tak," it whispered into the darkness. "Tak en tow ini, tak ah lah, tak ah wan."
Then it was silent. From below, deep in the humming red silence of the ini, came the wet-tongue sound of something slithering.