Blood is in his eyes and he's thrashing around so much that nothing will stay still. There's an impression of the room, the window above his head, a man holding him down with a hand over his mouth. His eyes roll up into his skull and for a few seconds that's all he sees is darkness.
Then suddenly the room is back, but the corpse is focused entirely on the man who has sat back. The corpse's hands latch around the man's throat and Casper can watch the flesh drain away from the hands to leave them the bony claw-like shapes that they are now. The corpse's attacker raises empty hands to pull the hands away from his throat. There's a struggle as the attacker pushes the hands down and away from himself.
There's a moment of pause... and the corpse's heart bursts from his chest in an explosion of gore. Ribs puncture and rip through the chest wall as they're forced out and up and the room is sprayed with the rich crimson of a life's blood. A black twist of smokey energy lifts from the cavity and flees out the window.
The attacker had a split second to cover his face, but he winds up covered in blood nonetheless. The corpse thumps back against the floor, but the dead eyes have enough view to see the attacker stand up, look around frantically, pick up some kind of object from beside the corpse, and head for the door. The remainder of the minute after death is a grand view of the dripping ceiling. Then the spell ends.
cw: gore, injury, character death, attempted murder
Blood is in his eyes and he's thrashing around so much that nothing will stay still. There's an impression of the room, the window above his head, a man holding him down with a hand over his mouth. His eyes roll up into his skull and for a few seconds that's all he sees is darkness.
Then suddenly the room is back, but the corpse is focused entirely on the man who has sat back. The corpse's hands latch around the man's throat and Casper can watch the flesh drain away from the hands to leave them the bony claw-like shapes that they are now. The corpse's attacker raises empty hands to pull the hands away from his throat. There's a struggle as the attacker pushes the hands down and away from himself.
There's a moment of pause... and the corpse's heart bursts from his chest in an explosion of gore. Ribs puncture and rip through the chest wall as they're forced out and up and the room is sprayed with the rich crimson of a life's blood. A black twist of smokey energy lifts from the cavity and flees out the window.
The attacker had a split second to cover his face, but he winds up covered in blood nonetheless. The corpse thumps back against the floor, but the dead eyes have enough view to see the attacker stand up, look around frantically, pick up some kind of object from beside the corpse, and head for the door. The remainder of the minute after death is a grand view of the dripping ceiling. Then the spell ends.