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 Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 4:07 pm
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For a moment Needle was struck dumb by the sight of the flames shifting, moving back in his direction. The reflection shown in his eyes, mesmerizing him, and he might not have moved had his monster not curled around him.
Crushed to the tunnel’s floor, he struggled to shift to a position that didn’t put pressure on his ribcage. He was only half-successful. Harmlessly immobilized, he let his breath out in a relieved (or irritated? He should be irritated) huff.
The fish flask was close enough for him to reach an arm out toward it, straining, straining--there. Fingertips touched it, he wriggled more, and dragged it over to himself.
Then his monster was abruptly not holding him down, moving forward without him. He stayed down anyway, laying on his side with the flask to comfort him.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2019 4:27 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He used the distraction of fire to his advantage, keeping his eyes downcast as to not be deterred from his own escape. Hot, orange, angry, he couldn’t let the fear of the flames stop him, he couldn't allow himself to be captured by simply being frozen with terror. He had to press on, and with his attackers currently preoccupied now was the optimal chance to do so. The large arachnid beast settled to protect the multi-armed assailant, the one he could only assume had some incomprehensible control over the hellish flames was doing a decent enough job posing as a distraction. The man had aided him greatly, Hyena pausing a moment to look back to the man for a brief second, pondering whether to take him along or continue alone.
That moment, that fleeting decision to look back to the fire-wielder proved nearly fatal for the pit fighter, as thin webbing sharp as steel shot from ruptured cracks in the tunnel. Even if he had kept on moving, there was no way he could have predicted the trajectory of the webs. He didn’t stand a chance as he felt searing pain rip a scream from him as one of the webs managed to spear through his abdomen low and diagonal from his navel. He was pinned, impaled on the trap, unable to push himself up off the weaponized web or down to try and escape. He gave another wild shriek of agony and panic when he found he was trapped there, where the flames still raged and threatened to burn and maim.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Fire!, Spider Child and Many Arms
Agony/fear
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Tue Mar 05, 2019 2:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2019 10:42 am
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 8:46 am
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Two screams. Needle could recognize the first one by now and pulled himself up from his prone position, tossing the flask aside in the rough direction of the backpack in the same motion. His expression was far more serious as he looked over his bit of cover, searching for--there. He saw the stranger first, and at first he wasn’t sure what was wrong. The angle was just so that he couldn’t easily see the web, and it looked as though the man were screaming for no reason.
Mystified, he looked past him to Hyena, and everything became clear. He squinted, trying to make out exactly what had been damaged on the pit dog. If Hyena died, he’d be better off just running and pretending he never ran into the man. It’d be a waste…
Silken hair slid over his shoulder, and Needle jumped, still holding back in his own sound of distress at the spider man’s touch. Now that he’d captured the other two, was his monster going to turn on him immediately? There were two perfectly good backup--whatever the man wanted, after all.
Instead, the man was--what, seeking validation? The question was oddly childlike, a little boy who’d killed his first rat.
”Hell yeah you did a good job” he murmured. Clearing his throat, he lifted one of his least damaged hands and awkwardly pet the man on the head, like he would have a child he had reason to be nice to. Muscles flexed in his legs, ready to fling himself to the side if needed.
”Let’s go secure ‘em.” He looked back out at Hyena and let out a sudden bark of laughter. This was actually going well. If he brought Hyena in now, especially with this spider, with a toy for his boys or someone to throw to the pits (maybe a ‘welcome back’ fight with Hyena?), all the time he’d spent nearly getting himself killed by the man earlier would just be buildup. Needle wins again!
He pet Sox’s head with more vigor, mussing the beautiful hair in something like a noogie. He didn’t know what the spider man responded to best here, but he might as well commit to what he’d decided to ******** yeah you did a good job!” It sounded much more sincere the second time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2019 9:03 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 09, 2019 11:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 12:49 pm
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He was falling deeper for this man with every moment they shared together. The lonely spider had not spent this much time with a free-living creature since his time with his other kin. So when that firm hand rubbed over his silken hair, his heart throbbed and a smitten smile lifted his sharp features which frankly, didn't much suit his current form since his grin only made him look sinister with all eight black eyes locked onto his special person. What was his name? The spider only just thought about that, he wanted to know what the man was called so he could speak it with adoration, was it social protocol to speak a person's name? Or was that an earned permission? His curiosity quickly flushed away when another praise followed with much more intensity and Sox lit up with purpose and motivation. "Secure... Capture-Yes." he sunk the request in and whipped his head around to face the other two before closing some distance towards the dark haired one first since he was the most troublesome.
Sox lifted a spidery leg and touched some of the steel needle webbings to help him feel deeper vibrations and possible threats from his prey. He carefully eyed the person's movements to find the perfect moment to strike, then he suddenly shot a sticky thick web from his mouth onto him to lock his limbs still from touching any mean looking (presumably weapon things) at his side. Then he quickly moved forward and pulled the man off from the spike quickly while encasing him in a cocoon of a fresh web from his rear Blood stained the white substance from the man's puncture wound but Sox didn't think much about fixing it - why should he? He was going to eat him soon anyway.
Once the man was tightly wrapped up from mouth to toes, Sox dragged him across the ground and dropped him near his partner in crime like a cat leaving a dead bird to its owner. Next on the list was the white-haired biter, the nasty one. He remembered the wounds he was given by him and he hissed a little as he closed in. Sox couldn't eat this one, that he was sure of from how his feisty friend responded towards it earlier.
He spat a web over the man's mouth again as a precaution then manoeuvred around to cacoon webbing over the prey's hands to stop him from scratching and soften any incoming punches. He would have liked to cocoon him like the other guy but even the spider could tell the amount of blood loss was not a good sign. Carefully Sox pulled the boy off of the pikes and quickly pinned him to the floor with his heavy limbs, then he leaned his human half down and hovered a hand over one of the wounds. He began to twitch and dance his fingers over it and strong fabric like web snaked from beneath his fingernails and started to stitch up the wound surgically. He kept his main two eyes on the man's face and actions while his smaller ones focused on the stitching, he only really used this on himself to fix his own wounds and this was the first time he was using it on someone else.... what a strange act this was. Lucky for this person his nail webs had something on them which was good for speeding up the healing process and the stitches slowly deteriorate when the wound is almost healed. Sox quickly did this while hoping it pleased his friend - then he remembered his earlier question. "Name...?" he cocked his head slightly to ask the four-armed one. "Can Sox have it? ...use it?" he asked while his fingers finished up over the last wound.
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»Mood: Concerntrating.
»Location: Underground.
»Busy with: Helping
»His Property/Slaves: N/A.
»OOC: Hope I didn't control too much here, I'll edit if needed.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 3:04 pm
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Hyena’s cursing him had turned from brute insult to music to his ears. It was different, now that the pit dog was, Needle assumed, safely under wraps. He assumed the stranger was similarly taken care; he’d been under those webs before, after all, and had found them singularly impossible to escape.
The spider man had responded well to his basic show of affection, the stranger had been webbed up--it was really looking up for him. As Sox moved between the two, he hopped up and moved toward Hyena, lounging several feet away when the man was--healed. It was a nauseating process, and though Needle was quite injured as well he had no real desire to ask for similar treatment.
”Told ya, baby” he crooned, scratching at his own neck where a bit of web remained.
He was just out of reach, if Hyena remained as he was.He took an arrogant step closer, two, to deliver his end line more personally. Hyena already knew what he wanted, but--
”Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone how naughty you were.” This accompanied by a gentle hand along Hyena’s cheek, nerves singing, ready to pull himself away quickfast if the pit dog snapped at him with those famous teeth.
Focused as he was on Hyena, he almost didn’t hear his spider companion behind him, and he remained focused on Hyena as he answered.
”Hm? My name’s Needle. Use it all you want.” The spider might have hoped for more attention in response, or even just eye contact. Needle’s focus was, once again, singular.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 3:22 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
The blood loss was extensive, his struggling doing him no favors as he thrashed on the threading. Previous unattended wounds, exhaustion, and adrenaline dwindling down he was starting to feel the heft of his limbs with every attempt to move. He was growing sluggish, his struggling coming only in small and violent bursts before he was left to try and catch his breath. Usually if he sustained such injuries he would sleep fitfully, awaken back in his chains and cage with haphazard and itchy dressings on any potentially grievous wounds. Unfortunately now he would be awake for the medical process.
Mouth and hands restrained again in the sticky webbing, though now without the assistance of strength or stamina to break free, he stared blearily up to the spider. He only half-processed what was happening, though he knew still he was angry. He groaned and yowled against the gag throughout the process, though he attempted more comprehensible language when Needle approached. He flinched away from his touch lazily, muttering under the webbing muzzle placed on him in an attempt to insult the man further. He glared to the raider, wild golden eyes brimmed with tears of anger and fear.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Fire!, Spider Child and Many Arms
Exhaustion/pain
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 12:10 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2019 6:39 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 9:22 am
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Needle’s heart twitched at the look the pit dog shot him. Or—something did. His eyes softened, though not with kindness, and he hummed to himself thoughtfully.
His expression was more serious when he tightened his grip on Hyena’s jaw, and he leaned in, intent obvious—
He hissed and jerked up when his lips were maybe half an inch from the webbed gag, the blunt voice near his ear sending another instinctive shot of fear through him. It was important for him to keep the spider man happy, the evidence of that was right there in front of him…
By the time he turned toward the voice Sox was already moving away, around and across to the stranger with clear predatory intent. His stomach roiled at the thought, but hell, he supposed he’d tasted mutant flesh before, who was he to judge, really? He’d been starving to death at the time and left to die in the desert with a few others who’d displeased one of King Kill’s preferred warriors, but he’d still done it, and used what he could of them to keep him from dying on the trek back to the Slaughtered Lambs’s camp. After laying low for a couple weeks and recovering, the warrior had forgotten his face and didn’t link it to someone who should be dead when Needle re-emerged.
He threw a friendly arm around Hyena’s shoulders, levering them both in the direction that would allow them to see what the spider man was doing. Reasonably assured that Hyena just wasn’t a threat right now, he planted a wet kiss to the pit dog’s hair and sighed in his ear.
”Pretty sure my guy can take your guy. Bad luck, Hyena.”
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 9:40 am
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
Ears still ringing from what blood he did manage to lose, the world around him blurry and dark. He wanted to hide away and rest, find food- not be in such close physical proximity to an enemy. He would suffer a fate worse than death, amd as he was pulled to watch the man face against the spider beast, he felt a pang of...something...regret? Envy? The man had tried to help him, and yet he himself couldn’t return the favor. He wasn’t strong enough to take both the enemies down- but he could try and save himself. Ultimately that was the end goal, wasn’t it? To survive above all else? While the spidery beast had been cautious to cover his mouth and bind his hands, hunger or perhaps haughty petulancy had caused them to neglect binding his legs. That for now would have to do.
He watched for a moment, wincing away and growling at Needle’s kiss to his head. He had to act quickly. He moved without a hint of hesitation, swinging his bound hands up to slam into Needle’s face. It wasn’t too hard, just enough to try and put enough distance between them for his next move. A solid mule-kick to the raider’s ribs. The heavy raiding boots he wore only helped to further add to the injury as well as push Needle away further before he took off like a light down the tunnels, eyes locked on some small beam of light like a beacon in the storm.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Fire!, Spider Child and Many Arms
Desperation
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 10:21 am
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He’d gotten too cocky again. It was a lesson he probably should have learned by now, seeing as this was, what, the third time he’d underestimated Hyena in the few hours he’d been down here?
He fell back with a curse that cut itself off into a coughing fit as the pit dog’s heavy boot slammed into his ribs and caught him in the diaphragm. For several moments he couldn’t breathe, and he panted soundlessly at the ground, mouth open as he tried to pull air into his lungs.
His body really didn’t want to get back up again. It was too much. He needed rest. He needed anything to stop hurting. He was, maybe, a little drunk from whatever had been in the flask, and his vision stayed whited out just a little too long.
He sucked in a breath, and dragged himself up anyway. His first step was a stumble, but the next one was faster, and he broke into a stuttering run after Hyena, too winded to call anything cute after him this time. ******** his face hurt…
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