Even with the very last of its strength, this damnable beast still could rebuke his efforts! An irritated hiss escaped the undead superfiend, bubbles jiggling out from between his jagged teeth to rest at the top of his self-made tunnel through the sea-dragon's flesh. Yet, it appeared that at once the same amount of effort to fight his control over the beast had been all the strength that Cuachtk'oatl had left.
In an instant the beast drew its final breath and grew silent, it's heartbeat steadily dying off from its hurried flutter.
THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!... Thump! Thump!... Thump... Thump...
And then silence.
"RIGHTEOUSSSS!" The undead howled within the hollow of the sea-dragon's breast. Though it would only be heard by him, as the exclamation, despite its vigor, was heavily muffled by the dense layers of rotting flesh and thick scales that engulfed him like a necrotic cocoon.
But the moment life began to leave the massive beast, Mortis' will lashed out and entrenched itself into the newly made corpse, anchoring himself into its brain, worming himself into its limbs like one would slip into a new set of clothing.
Dead eyes fluttered open, an ethereal glow illuminating the dark ocean depths.
Meanwhile, on shore...
Clip clop, clop clop, clip clop, clip-shff!
Heavy hooves stopped suddenly from where they paced upon golden sands, ceasing walking a long circular path that had been indented into the shore-line. Hoof-prints covering hoof-prints, every so often punctuated by a miniature crater that held the shattered remains of a crab in its center. Since her master had swam off inot the middle of ocean to fight that big scaly thing- the big scaly thing she wanted to fight with him, she had been pacing at the edge of the shoreline, forced to keep her righteous fury at a listless idle.
The sheep-skulled visage of Mortis' host sat slumped on her saddle, claws still stiffly gripping the shotgun in its claws just as it did when he master possessed it. It gently swayed from side to side as she paced, feigning the appearance of life.
Her head picked itself up from where it hung as she had been pacing, her remaining ear swiveling towards the open water.
There was a disturbance, something out there had changed dramatically. No longer was there a massive pulsating signature of life, the sea-dragon's ever burning life force extinguishing itself like a small sun. Now there was only one presence out there among the ever lapping waves, a single familiar mind that she regarded fondly. Perhaps one of the only minds she regarded fondly. Her bony whip of a tail swayed once and a low snort puffed from her dead nostrils, and immediately she reached out to contact her master's icy embrace.
Yesss, Sssamhain. The beassst wasss no match. He proudly replied, though his presence felt as if it were controlling something large and heavy, a body that was far larger than the bloated orca that they had happened upon earlier.
I will be in control of the beassst'sss carcasss until we reach the city. I would prefer if you hold onto my hossst a little longer. The ghoul added, and not too long after the deep blue water started to bow upward. A massive wave formed just off shore and rapidly approached not too far away from where Samhain was awaiting, glowing eyes peering from the membrane of saltwater that covered the sea-dragon. It's square snout pierced the film as it breached the shoreline, clawed limbs digging into the sand like massive shovels as it lumbered out of the ocean.
Immediately his horse trotted up to greet him, ears pricked forward and rictus grin ever present. Though it edges seemed to have turned slightly more glad than off-putting. Although a smiling horse in general like put off any sane person that had the misfortune of witnessing it.
My sister awaits your command to return, Master. It is unfortunate I could not have helped you kill this thing.
She commented, seeming to look over the behemoth with interest. How did he kill such a thing, she wondered... And in the same thought decided it did not matter, the fact it was dead was pleasing enough to her.
Yesss, I am notifying them now. Your sssissster sshall be with usss momentarily. But while we wait... Her master seemed to be struck with an epiphany, as one scaly limb was drawn up to pick at its shoulder. Dozens of scales covered its body in a thick, all-encompassing armor, green with vibrant purple stripes stretching themselves over its limbs and down its back. There was one that he knew would greatly enjoy such colors. Thick talons wedged themselves under the scales that formed a stripe and lifted, peeling away the rows of scales like one would de-feather a bird and watched as they fell heavily into the sand. Scutes of green and purple fell all around, but there were a handful that caught the beast's roving eye. There were some that were two-toned, purple on one end and green on the other. He silently directed his horse to retrieve these special scales from the ground.
Each one of them had to be as large as a man's outstretched hand. They would be perfect for a certain little girl back in the city. But, just to be safe, he asked his horse to pluck up a few of the pure purple ones as well, pointing out only the most deep and lustrous shades of violet. By the end, his horse had an entire mouthful of scales, held delicately between her strong teeth.
They would be washed once they returned to the city, and the ghoul would select the best out of the bunch to send back to his brother's family alongside his letter, and a photograph of the massive creature.
...I think I see my sister arriving out of the trees now, brother. Your sheep is with her.
Indeed, Angemort's skeletal snout poked through the dense vines and roughage, and a fluffy black body sprung forth from it with a happy bleat. And she just as quickly turned and retreated behind her undead guardian, unfamiliar with the form her dearest Ma had taken.
Oh dear, he had forgotten about that.
I think I ssshall abssstain from continuing out journey to the city for a moment longer. Be patient. He mentally rasped to both Samhain and Angemort.
In a single gasping breath the sea-dragon collapsed to the ground, mimicking peaceful sleep as it returned to its deceased state. Whispy supernatural vapor curled and blew from the beast's jagged teeth, drifting up and over to his host as if carried by a breeze. There was a low sigh, and Morts' spirit resituated itself within his true host, the spindly visage of the sheep-headed undead straightening in the saddle and gripping the rifle in his hands with unnatural life. The weapon was holstered in the bucket at Samhain's side for the moment, and he nearly jumped down from the mare's back to reunite with the distraught black sheep.
"Ssssh, ssshhh... Woolie come here, poor dear. I didn't mean to sstartle you." He soothed as he stepped around Angemort's rear, kneeling down to embrace the bleating, confused creature. All the while he cooed and muttered to it dotingly as he consoled the animal that he considered something of an adopted daughter. "Ma isss sssorry... Ma isss sssorry..."
The ewe nuzzled her face into empty pit of Mortis' stomach, large amber eyes looking up at her and squinting shut as the superfiend ran his claws through her wool and gently stroked between her ears. After a few minutes of consoling and affection, the ewe propped herself up on the undead's thigh with her little hooves and gave his chin a small lick. She forgave him, all was well. Though as she looked back at the sea beast, her ears pinned against the sides of her neck.
There was still some explaining to do...