I love those in particular just because of how absolutely inescapable they are. If the Hounds are hunting you then you’re going to be found. Period, done, end of story. You can’t exist in a place that has geometry without throwing open a door for them.
I’m sure at least one mad wizard has sealed himself inside a perfect spherical prison with no corners only to find that the Cornerhounds don’t much care what corners they come from, and your knees and elbows work just fine if better solutions aren’t available.
Oh, that’s never how I saw it. I love them specifically because they’re something you caused yourself and only to yourself. But you can make yourself a sanctuary with nothing but rounded corners, and life there for the rest of your life.
To avoid the thing you did to yourself, you can never leave the prison you must build for yourself.
I love something like the hounds of tindalos.
Not tentacled monsters, but still strange monsters that have very strict limits, yet never give up.
I love those in particular just because of how absolutely inescapable they are. If the Hounds are hunting you then you’re going to be found. Period, done, end of story. You can’t exist in a place that has geometry without throwing open a door for them.
I’m sure at least one mad wizard has sealed himself inside a perfect spherical prison with no corners only to find that the Cornerhounds don’t much care what corners they come from, and your knees and elbows work just fine if better solutions aren’t available.
Oh, that’s never how I saw it. I love them specifically because they’re something you caused yourself and only to yourself. But you can make yourself a sanctuary with nothing but rounded corners, and life there for the rest of your life.
To avoid the thing you did to yourself, you can never leave the prison you must build for yourself.
No man can hide from the ravages of Time. It (and by extension, they) can reach you no matter where you try to hide away, corners or no.