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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 10:39 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 10:48 am
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞 The ringing only grew louder, the dim light ahead the only focus he could make as he forced his legs clumsily forward. Once gracious gait that carried him almost noiselessly before was now labored and stumbling, feet tripping over debris a few times and throwing off his step. It allowed his pursuer to draw closer- was he even being chased? Hyena couldn’t tell, too disoriented to focus on more than just running. He had to be close to the end of the tunnels by now, wasn’t he? The kick to the raider’s stomach had been debilitating enough to keep him down, wasn’t it? With his mouth still gagged it was hard to draw in already labored breaths, and finally one last stumble was enough to knock the pit dog off his feet and into the ground hard. His legs refused to move, sore and cramped as his body had hit its absolute limit for running. Still, pitifully, he tried to pull himself along weakly, arms shaking as he tried to still reach freedom.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground ‘Needle’, Spider boy Desperation Raiding Wear
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 11:05 am
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His pace wasn’t exactly light speed either. Really, it was just a little better than a fast walk. Any distance he breached between them was probably due to the fact that he kept both left hands (one very gingerly) against a wall to keep himself stabilized and basically upright.
He saw the light too, and tried to quicken his pace. If Hyena got out of the Underground and back onto the Main Streets, it was more likely he’d find a hidey hole—some alley or business or dumpster—to pull himself into where Needle couldn’t find him.
When he came upon the pit dog, it was a surprise. He hadn’t realized he was so close.
Unfortunately, he came upon Hyena by stumbling over his downed body, and he went down too, catching himself badly on one wrist. At this point, it was a wonder he could move any of his arms at all. ‘
Gritting his teeth, more serious now that failure seemed a possibility again, he reached across to drag himself over by the spider man’s webbing across Hyena’s torso, making it about halfway over him.
Once there he was a little stymied, and he paused, waiting for the spider’s wrath to wrap this up for him. Had he already gotten reliant on the (very temporary) arranged he’d somehow lucked himself into?
Maybe. No spidery wrath was forthcoming, and so it was up to him. He didn’t want to do more damage; but he also wasn’t going to do nothing and count on his ability to hold the pit dog down, even like this. His throbbing face had gotten that message quite clearly.
Levering himself up further with a grunt, he smashed all four hands down to cover Hyena’s face, cutting off his air. He left one free to press against Hyena’s collarbone so he could position himself better on top of him, hopefully in a way that could ride out any remaining strength. He’d kill some brain cells, probably, if this worked, but it wasn’t like Hyena was prized for his intelligence. As long as he could fight, no one would care.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 11:14 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 11:40 am
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It was a little anticlimactic, to be honest. It seemed the pit dog hadn’t had much fight left in him. Tensed for an unpleasant experience riding Hyena to unconsciousness, it was a big relief for the man to go limp so quickly.
Probably it should have been suspicious, but it was believable to think Hyena hadn’t been able to breathe well under the gag, and that the exertion had already pressed his lungs nearly to capacity. More, Needle just really wanted to stop fighting the man already. He wasn’t meant to be a frontline fighter. Not that he couldn’t dance if necessary, he’d done basically alright here. But—without his boys (where the ******** were they, anyway?), without his erstwhile temporary ally, he could admit to himself that probably he wouldn’t have made it another round with Hyena. It was the difference between ‘someone who could fight’ and ‘a fighter.’
He leaned forward to tap his forehead against Hyena’s, still holding his hands over the man’s mouth and nose for a few seconds longer, counting to ten before he tentatively pulled them away.
He waited for Hyena to immediately surge up at him, overtired muscles twitching under him, holding his own breath—
Nothing. Needle exhaled with a crackling breath, coughing once, and slowly stood. He lingered over Hyena’s body, pushing sweat-slick hair out of his eyes. No laughter this time, no attempts to violate the body in any way for fun.
He immediately turned his mind to the problem of making sure Hyena couldn’t wake up and run again, or kick him again.
If he hadn’t wanted to go back to camp soon he might have broken Hyena’s feet, or at least a foot. You couldn’t get much better as a guarantee. But he did want to go back; he was ready for his vacation into abject hedonism, ready to sleep for the next week on a pile of tits and stay high until his body didn’t hate him anymore for any of the things he’d let get done to it today.
Where the ******** had Sox gone? He looked back down the way he and Hyena had come, and he weighed the option of going to look for him.
Maybe…it was better this way? It would have been the best to bring Sox back with him, and that stranger too, but was he actually sure he could do that right now? He could come back…
He rolled a boot foot experimentally over Hyena’s ankle. It’d be enough work just dragging the ******** to somewhere he could rendezvous.
That decided, he crouched down again with a small pained sound and started unlacing Hyena’s boots. It was something, at least. Too bad he hadn’t kept Sox’s pack—there was probably rope in there, or tape or something he could have used.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2019 4:57 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞 He played unconscious for a while, resisting the urge to slam his fists into the man again when he rested his forehead on him. He thought he would honestly pass out when he didn’t remove his hands from his face, but he was able to breathe once again soon enough. Not able to gasp for air as he wanted to, but better than he had before. Eyes still closed, he was uncertain as to what Needle was doing when he climbed off quietly. No more catty words or snappy comments, the man was exhausted- that muh Hyena did know. Oh if he wasn’t so injured, if he wasn’t so starved, he would show this insolent cur just who was the strongest.
He felt the boots at his feet being kicked slightly and suddenly feared that his unbound legs would be crippled to prevent further escape. He hadn’t thought of that, he hadn’t thought that Needle would have the foresight to try and put a stop to further escapes before they even happened. He remained painfully still, until he felt the boots being unlaced. No, he couldn’t afford to lose the weaponized aid to his kicks, and the ability to travel through the wastelands far better than he would barefoot. Putting an end to his charade, Hyena gave a muffled cry and moved to roll himself over weakly, attempting again to drag himself away with a pitiful whine.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground ‘Needle’, Spider boy Exhausted fear Raiding Wear
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2019 12:23 pm
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He had just about unlaced the first boot when Hyena stirred.
Too much to think the pit dog would stay unconscious for long. He paused, genuinely unsure what his move should be now. Hyena was weak; the attempt to roll over was evidence of that.
A split second bad decision convinced him that maybe it was better to let the man crawl away. Every step toward the exit was a step Needle wouldn’t have to take with the man’s weight, exhausted as he was. He let Hyena’s boot slip from his grasp, even took a step back. His vision swam, and he coughed again.
He waited, then took a step forward to be basically over Hyena again, focus on the man’s lowered head. He licked the inside of his teeth, limbs honestly trembling with the effort of staying standing. A little part of him envied Hyena for being on the ground. Most of him focused on stiff shoulders, stiff joints. Stay upright, stay ready to drop down.
Another step, in line with Hyena’s crawling effort, and white and red spheres danced around his vision. He hummed, a steadying, monosyllabic sound, and stayed afoot.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 5:59 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 8:05 am
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞 He hadn’t the energy to keep going- even like this. His vision filled with white specks that had at first dissipated when he set his head down, but now even such an action wasn’t enough to alleviate the symptom. His skin felt cold, drenched in sweat as he paled further. Was Needle still following him? His ears rang. He needed to rest, just a moment of respite to make the world return to him, to make the siren screech in his skull quiet and his body to heal again.
It couldn’t end this way.
Consciousness slipped away from him in waves, each rolling episode pulling him closer into darkness, harder to pull himself back to reality. He stopped crawling away, panting and shivering in both pain and fear. Low and pitiful groaning growls left him, a last ditch attempt to deter his would be attacker from causing him further injury. The groans became heavier, wavering as he let his eyes close, becoming still save for his shallow breathing.
𝔼 𝕏 𝕀 𝕋
𝌝𝌝
The Underground ‘Needle’, Spider boy KNOCK OUT Raiding Wear
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2019 12:16 pm
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Needle had just been wondering where the spider man was, but his arrival was still a surprise, and not an entirely welcome one.
This was partially because the man came over fully—human looking; soft, that was. Not as useful as he’d been before. This was a boon in another way. Human looking things were easier to deal with than their giant, spider-legged brethren, and there wasn’t as much need to fear him. But also, it would have been so ******** useful if he could have just hauled Hyena onto the man, climbed up behind him, and hi ho silver’d all the way back to the Slaughtered Lamb’s camp. He’d had enough time not fighting, now, for the adrenaline to be fading from his system, leaving behind—a tired, semi-seriously injured version of himself, held together with spit and the promise of future (very close future) comfort.
He didn’t, at first, even turn back toward Sox as the man spoke., already nodding along with the idea that Sox could come.
‘The more the merrier’ he muttered internally, thinking of his original plan and looking back only to give Sox instruction.
But something shifted in the man’s presentation—he could feel it even from behind, and had already turned by the time Sox used his new ‘voice.’ The expression was eerie, especially contrasted with the bright, helpful personality the spider man had used literally moments before.
It was as good a clue in as any that Needle had no idea what the person—creature—person(?) actually was like. A needed one, in this case. He’d gotten too comfortable.
”Not this one, baby” he replied, not commenting on the change.
”This one can’t die, no matter what. Come on, help me out here. Of course I’m bringing you.” Of course he would, now that the spider man had mentioned it, and now that he’d found an easy way the man could help him.
He couldn’t balance two people on his bike, but he’d figure that out once they were topside, once it was a problem.
He looked back down at Hyena, and didn’t at all trust the man’s now-limp pose.
”Kneel down, I’ll put him on you. We’re headed out there.” He nodded up toward the light, the nearby Main Streets. It would be much easier to orient himself up there.
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Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2019 5:05 am
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So he couldn't kill the unconscious creature? Well if that was Needle's will then he had no arguments. Sox tilted his head at the white-haired man who looked close to death then looked back at the four-limbed hunter.
When he said he was bringing the spider along, Sox's cheeks flushed with joy and he smiled. So when he was asked to kneel down, sweet ******** yes he'll do whatever he wanted and he very quickly dived down onto the floor on all fours.
His head twitched to the side at the sounds and movement as he curiously watched his self proclaimed friend struggle and groan to lift up the other person. The human arachnid slumped slightly when the pressure landed on his back but he had no problem with the weight, even in his confined weak looking form, Sox still had a considerable amount of strength and could probably carry them both with one hand if he really tried, but he did as he was told and stayed on his knees.
Sure, he could of stood back up to walk but Sox felt a lot more comfortable moving on more than 2 limbs, so he stayed down there and crawled along the rocky ground. His eager movements were quite fast at first but when he noticed Needle was no were near him, he back paced and moved slower to stay close to him in a worry the man would collapse - even if he was using the wall for aid - so the awkward spider stayed next to him just in case, skittering a few paces at a time whenever Needle made a few steps ahead.
Sox felt a little guilty all of a sudden as he got to thinking if he hadn't eaten so much at once then Needle could have sat atop of him again like before - now that was a unique experience. Sox loved it. A part of him wanted to be ridden again and be used with love. He kept his head down and relived the moment as he crawled, feeling happy to be useful and interacting with his special person.
It took longer than it should have but they eventually reached the exit of the underground. Sox looked up at Needle and only now saw the severity of his wounds. He suddenly sprung up to his feet, keeping the unconscious one over his shoulder with one arm, his other slowly reached out and dared close to Needle's face "You're hurt. I can fix~"
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»Mood: Cocnerned. »Location: Exiting the Underground. »Busy with: Being useful. »OOC: Thanks for waiting
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Posted: Tue Apr 02, 2019 12:17 pm
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Unease reluctantly bit through his overall dead-tired dullness as the man crawled uncannily fast on all fours at several times Needle’s walking speed. To be fair, he was moving slow as ********, but the explosive movements creeped him the hell out. It was more eerie with the man looking totally human-shaped; human looking things shouldn’t move that way, his instincts told him. Needle had some maneuvers others probably found unsettling, ways that felt natural to him with four arms that people with just the two would cringe looking at. He supposed he had more sympathy for them now, even if they were still being way too precious about something objectively better about him than what they had.
He was startled into a couple stuttering, running steps when the man dashed back toward him and away again, and Needle had to admit he was being a little bit of a b***h about it. Whatever else, Sox was fast, even with Hyena’s weight. There was no way Needle could have done this himself.
By the time they reached the nearest exit to the Underground, Needle was grey with fatigue, and absolutely thrilled that the spider man was still with him. He clutched his ribs with one torn open arm, holding himself up and moving at a zombie shuffle. It was good that his plans for the spider man were based on deception rather than anything that would require Needle to do anything physical to restrain him. There would probably be some tricky moments on the edges of the raiders’ territory, but that was over an hour from now on bike. He’d think about that then.
Sox’s voice was back to sweet and cheerful, and it took Needle a moment to take in what the other was saying. Man, he was not doing great…even his thoughts were lazy now.
When he did successfully understand, he knew the right answer had to be ‘no.’ Healing--he’d seen Sox do that, a little, with Hyena. However he did it, it probably worked, but it hadn’t looked like it felt great. Needle had had about enough pain for the second.
Hadn’t he just been having a talk with himself about being a b***h? It would also be great not to be bleeding, to have use of any of his arms--hell, to be able to see well out of bruised eyes, to make sure his scalp had actually stopped bleeding like it should have by now. What he really needed was a bunch of food, something to make him stop caring about the pain, and something pretty to nap on. But in the meantime--
He tried for a smile, managing something very like one--a toothy grimace with the edges of one side of his lips turned up.
”Hey, that’d be great, Sox” Still, he eyed the hand moving toward him with leaden apprehension.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2019 10:45 am
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