<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>GM POSTING</strong></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Kerberos simply hovered in the air, wings laboring against the weight of his twisted and spined body quite easily. His head seemed to snap up, centering its gaze on Vain for a span of only a few seconds.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Player: SWASHBUCKLER</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>The great darkened beast felt the touch of another's mind on his own, which startled him only for a moment. Using the telepathic link like a guide, his attentions snapped to Vain. There was nothing to be seen within Kerberos himself, only blackness. That and an immeasurable feeling of age, as the concept of the nightmare was as old as the first bout of sleep taken by <br/><br/>Like a hit of lightning, his consciousness slammed into Vain's, and began tearing through his mind greedily, seeking to find what terrified the amethyst beast the most, and quite heedless of the pain it would cause Vain. Not able to find what he was looking for in the foreign mind, he sent a hard lance of pain into the younger dragon's mind. A sound within his own head like an airhorn going off into a chain of bullhorns mingled with feedback.<br/><br/>All at once, the consciousness withdrew, with what only could be described as a mental snicker.<br/></div></div><br/>After watching Vain for a few moments, the beast seemed to snap out of what he was doing, and turn his attention to the gathering of scaled bodies in the distance, and the feeling of others getting closer. Tail still dripping the shadowed substance, he snapped it in their direction like a bullwhip, sending a chunk of the substance in their direction. Knowing it would hit it's mark, Kerberos turned in midair, and headed northward, out to sea just as fast as his wings would take him.<br/><br/>He had chaos to spread.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The glob of shadow, roughly the size of a hens egg whizzed through the air towards its target. The small crab that Amber had been toying with was mostly still in the sand, blowing little bubbles as it sorted through the grains for little bits of food. The small crustacean had no idea what hit it as the tar-like substance spattered it and rolled it onto its back. Just as it did with Astrianos, the little form was quickly engulfed, and the legs skittering into the air quickly stopped moving.<br/><br/>For a moment, it looked as if the little crab was dead, covered in the inky substance. That was soon disproved however, as the shell cracked open, and more of the inky substance began to pour forth onto the sand. Quickly, it took up the shape of the crab, razored spines and all, and began to grow as it righted itself.<br/><br/>As it's limbs continued to grow, the crab dripped the tar-like black substance from it's mouth, still blowing bubbles with it now and again as it breathed. The stuff hit the sand, and immediately sizzled before dissipating into the air. Skittering backwards, it finally reached its full growth, and simply hissed at the dragons on the beach, as if trying to choose which of them to attack first. Darkened claws snapped threateningly at the shimmering beasts before it.<br/><br/>The crab was now large enough that it's body was half on the beach, and the other resting in the water, roughly twice the size of the dragons before it.