Slimy.
Moist.
Clammy.
Honestly, the uncomfortable feeling those words evoked, and the intrusive thoughts they tended to drag into a person's mind, were probably the closest thing Riley could compare to what washed over him the moment he got a proper look at them.
He wouldn't call them disgusting.
That just didn't feel morally right.
But they absolutely produced the kind of instinctive revulsion that made one's spine tighten and the hair on their arms stand on end.
Especially for anyone capable of sensing mana.
Safe to say, Riley was partly grateful that when he had first encountered similar creatures in the dark, he had still been incapable of detecting mana properly. Because had he felt this back then, he was fairly certain he would've thrown up from sheer queasiness before dying from being unable to stand the sensation.
And that wasn't even taking their appearance into account.
No.
