Cthulhu 2015

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Cthulhu

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S1M Mythos: Cthulhu for Poser version 9 & up
Copyright 2015 Sixus1 Media
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Package Includes: 
Original Cthulhu Figure w/ Textures & Morphs
Props:
Dias/Throne w/ portal and censers
Poses:
14 Animated Poses
10 DuoPose sets (20 poses total) for Cthulhu and V4 interaction
6 poses for use with the Dias/Throne props
16 Reset Poses
Materials:
Default and High Spec Poser material presets
*V4 optional – for use with DuoPoses
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NOW AVAILABLE: “The Ghul”

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The Unexpected Victim

The Unexpected Victim

One could almost hear the echoes of screams from decades long passed and torments now forgotten. Horace racked another round in the twelve gauge as he stepped through the rusted, creaking old doors. Such base devices were a last resort for Dr. Van Meter, when the preternatural skills he had spent more than a lifetime to acquire simply held no sway. Sometimes, though, he found that in order to deal with a problem, one must resort to old fashioned firepower.
The hallway had grown quiet, the rest of the residents of this forgotten asylum ward put to temporary rest by a series of invocations from Dr. Van Meter, intonements that reached into the power wells of Azathoth and old Yog Sothoth to weave a dreamstate of calming glamour about the bizarre inhabitants of the cells. Still, not all would succumb to such machinations. For some, either consciousness itself was long since lost to a state of anger and bloodlust, while still others could find no rest even in the forced calm of his ancient magics, wrapped as they were in the mortal fear of knowing they were the prisoners of a sadistic and powerful magii.
Shots had been fired in two cells now, as the creature cowered by the door, at once afraid to see the man coming for him, then the next moment, inching his bulbous, somewhat cataracted eyes to the barred window in the door in anticipation. Chains hung from his hands and arms, chains that had been broken from the wall to which he had been held. A gibbering noise came from his throat, filtering out between the rows of sharp teeth that pointed in conflicting directions. The creature knew to be afraid of the doctor, his primitive mind awhirl with fear. Fight or flight was all the remained in him, and there was nowhere here to fly.
The door burst open on the thin limbed being. He hit the floor with a thud, skittering a few feet away and cough-cackling a noise meant to incite fear in his attacker, but which only met derision.
“There you are, you little bastard!”, Horace bellowed. “I should have left you there, to cower in the shadows of the Nyhlloghast’s lair.”
The shotgun’s k-chack sound as it cocked sent a visible shudder through the creature, now cowering in a tearful mess on the floor.
“Something is coming, but you already know that, don’t you.”
The creature nodded.
“This is your one opportunity, then, to extend your pathetic existence.”
Horace stepped forward, towering over the creature, the barrels of his shotgun pointed close enough to it’s face that the smell of cordite overpowered it’s senses. What lips it had quivvered back past the hideous teeth.
“I know your kind. You are ‘ghul’, a slave creature at best. You were the last of a group of your kind left to be fed upon by the Nyhlloghast.”
The ghul nodded ever so slightly.
“And you recall exactly who dropped you into it’s lair?”
Nodding again.
“And if I show her to you, you will point her out, yes?”
Another nod.
“And if I said her name?”
Once more, a nod.
“The Seneschal?”
The ghul froze, stock still on the floor beneath the shotgun, his head slowly, almost painfully lowering to show his affirmation of the doctor’s statement.
“Get up. You will come with me. Your lack of verbal abilities aside, I believe I may have use for you yet.”
As Dr. Van Meter withdrew the gun, the ghul slowly gathered himself, his hunkering form taking it’s place beside the doctor as they walked back to the way the old man had came, the poor, malformed creature unsure as to whether it would have been better to have lied and died on the floor.

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