Resurrection [Invite only]

Despite a deadly torrential assault that caused a good deal of damage to be inflicted to her the one known as Anu merely responded by showing off a new trick she had learned in her time spent being 'dead'. What was once a woman was now a reptilian behemoth like something out of tales of the old days. The beast stood there looking down upon them, and then it was not there. It quickly dug its way underground. "It's gone underground. Listen for movement. We may be able to hit it just as it comes out again. I doubt it's retreating." he shouted out to the others. The situation had just gotten more perilous. Ruptor had not expected Anu to turn into a monster such as that. Feeling that things were slowly taking a turn for the worse he radioed in to headquarters to report in on the situation.

As the signal was being sent the beast seemed to be reemerging. The building to his right where one of the snipers had been located in was rattling. It was clear that this was where the creature chose to strike. "Agent, are you there? It's attacking the building you're in." Ruptor called for the agent to respond. The response came quickly. The operative was in distress and made it clear with the sound of his voice. "Sir, the building's collapsing. I'm gonna have to jump if I---aaah" the signal was lost. Ruptor tried to reestablish communication but to no avail. The agent had been crushed by the falling debris caused by the creature's attack upon the structure.

The floor cracked in a star shape. The segments getting forced upwards by the pressure of a new seed spreading it's legs. The pink, leather like flaps folding outwards as the structure rose, twisted vines held it upwards while the new pod forced it's self into a flatten circle like shape. Within this circle lay a hole, it's edges wrinkled and it pulsed gently, some green drool and slime spluttered out from it's body. Thistle's eyes opened beneath, her body suspended within concealed slime within the plant's womb. Slowly, the hole spread like a cervix, Thistle's body began to ascend upwards, covered in a thin layer of the translucent green slime which dripped off her body like honey. She stood there silently, posed, her hands held in her hair. She began to slide them out, the last of the slime fell of her like the amniotic sac which a new child is born from.


Her eyes closed once again, before slowly peeling themselves open, her green eyes observed the scene was again, and she flicked her ginger locks to the side, some slime speckling off her the tangled twists, vines curled around her delicate wrists. The air hit her flesh once more, and she couldn't help but let a shiver tickle her spine. At last, she realized where she was and what she had been doing before...

She stood still for a second, before she feel to her knees quietly, her fingers curling into violent fist like shapes. Suddenly, with an outstandingly loud roar, she nearly leapt into the air, flicking her hand upwards in a fury. Suddenly, the roads around her began to crack and segment, and nearly exploded upwards into a vicious ballistic botanical nightmare. Gas pipes ruptured, oil pipes splattered, and even another building fell over. The mangled twisted giant which was rising from the hole, thorns and spikes began to stab out of it, nettles, and brambles and several toxic plants where lined along it, and it's surface was constantly moving. At the top of this spore riddled spire of nature, Thistle lay on her side within her pod, trying to rest and get her breathe back. The plant mutated some vines to curl around her like a blanket to protect their mistress, while more vines along it's base struck out, impaling a soldier or two. Another one hurdled in a spiral straight towards the body of Ruptor.