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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 3:55 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He needed to leave, such an opportunity wouldn’t present itself so easily again. If he went down now, he was as good as dead, if he didn’t bolt down those long and dark hallways in search of a place to hide away he would find himself chained and bound in a tiny cage once again or worse. There was no other option but to run, to let his attacker die slow and in pitiful agony in the underground catacombs where many others had met their end. He was unaware if this raider was alone- he doubted it, usually these sorts ran in packs, all bearing some loyalty mark to King Kill and some other faction within the camp. Hyena never could recognize all the different symbols or what they stood for, but he had seen the groups huddle at the barrier of the pits to goad him along in his fights.
The sudden and deep pain that radiated from his calf was enough to halt his forward momentum, letting out a shriek as the blade slid further down his muscle, mangling the limb and slowing him down. He dropped to his good knee, growling and panting in pain and rage before turning around to suddenly whip the back of his fist towards his assailant’s face. He could still try to run, he could still try and get up if he could distance himself from him, if he could hide in the shadows to tend to the wounds.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Pained
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 4:29 pm
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Hyena’s shriek was good. It levelled out the horrible, little-kid noise he’d made a second ago, made it square. He could feel fine about himself now.
There was something beautiful in watching that needle jerk down. He’d managed to pull himself halfway up when he took the hit to his face.
And down he went again, head lolling back on his neck and dragging him back to the dirt. He automatically caught himself on his back elbows, and yelled through gritted teeth as the injured arm pulled itself further open.
He could feel a tooth loose in the back of his mouth, and his tongue loosened it automatically. He turned his head and spat it out, blinking the blood out of his eyes at the same time. Head wounds bled so much, it was irritating. The important thing was Hyena was down.
He’d learned his lesson. He scuttled back and away, laboriously dragging himself to his feet, each breath a harsh pant. He reached back, and there was only one needle left. Better make it count.
He flicked it around to what was soon becoming his only good hand, the left front, cradling it between two fingers. From maybe two feet away, he flung it hard at the center of Hyena’s thigh, trying to take that leg as much out of commission as possible.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 4:53 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He took advantage of the weight being taken off of the offending weapon, attempting to stand on the wounded leg only to find the limb rendered useless from the entry wound down. Nerve damage, perhaps, maybe just pain and blood loss dulled by adrenaline, either way he stumbled forward and lost balance. He didn’t stop, however, but he was slowed. He needed to escape, he needed to run, he needed to hide and tend to his wounds before they got worse. His advantage over the other was waning, his luck running out quickly, and Hyena knew at this point it would be very, very hard to change his luck around.
Hyena attempted to stand again, to drag himself further with the threat of increasing blood loss, a dizzying head wound and exhaustion weighing him down. He just needed to run and hide, then he could rest. Then he could rest…
Another blinding flash of pain struck him, crying out painfully as he felt searing agony drive into the back of his thigh. He growled and groaned, turning around slightly to try and drag the numb limb behind him, attempting to pull the piercing knife out. A spurt of blood jumped from the wound as he ripped the weapon out, feeling a wash of vertigo take him and slow his movements further. He didn’t realize himself falling to the ground until he hit something solid and unyielding with great force, body feeling too heavy to move despite his best efforts. He panted hard and quickly, shallow in his fear and agony between pitiful moans of pain and fear.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Pained, afraid
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 5:10 pm
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Needle couldn’t believe it.
He couldn’t believe it, but Hyena was downed. He’d expected the man to fall (if Needle was lucky, anyway), but he definitely hadn’t expected the man to not even try to get up. He paused to just look at what was happening, blinking away blood again.
He’d done it. His arms were ******** and his headmeat was probably ******** from all the blows to the head, but he was still moving. He was pretty sure he could stand if he wanted to.
In fact, he wanted to. It was hard to get up without the use of one of his back arms, and one of his front arms, frustratingly on the same side (his right). The world was spinning, he was nauseated, but he lurched successfully to his feet, toward Hyena a few steps away.
There was one thing he wanted. He fell heavily to his knees nearby, just barely in arm’s reach, exaggerated inhales between his teeth punctuating every small attempt at movement. It was possible he was about to vomit. He wrapped his good hand around one of the mask’s horns, trying to tug it off. It was already half-off, which is probably the only reason he was successful.
Final confirmation. There was really no mistaking the teeth, the yipping laugh, but he’d never seen this kit before. Peace of mind.
”Such a pretty boy” he managed to get out, the words strained.
He turned his head again and threw up. Yep, he’d thought so.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 5:25 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He couldn’t get up, his leg useless from the thigh down, blood loss and head injury made the world warp and shift too wildly for him to even begin to understand which way to move to keep his balance. He let out a small growl as the horn of the mask was grabbed, tugged away to expose his face to his attacker. Gold eyes glazed over from pain and exhaustion regarded the other as clearly as he could, studying every line and mark on the man’s visage, taking inventory of it so he could enjoy tearing it away when he got his strength up.
He bared his teeth in a weak threat, an attempt to intimidate while he could. He had fought the best he could, but he had failed. He spat bloody spit to Needle’s face and gave a harsh and mocking laugh.
“Smegga,” he snarled. An insult he knew the other raiders to use against each other- one of the few words he had in his lexicon to use against his enemy. Rolling onto his stomach, he tried to crawl away, still wanting his escape, his freedom.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Pained, afraid
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 6:14 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He instantly recognized what was happening- this had happened to him frequently with King Kill 32, he had done it many times in an effort to slake his own frustrations when he was not given enough means to burn off excess energy in his cage. It was not something he could stomach in his current state, stomach with this vile excuse for flesh. He let out a yelp and a growl, quick to pull his hips away from Needle to put distance between them, before turning his head quickly and suddenly to make a snap for any part of his attacker’s flesh. If he had more energy, more strength he would have killed the other for such a slap to the face, but for now a yelp and a snap of his fangs would have to suffice.
He tried again to crawl away on shaking limbs, a hand seeking out another rock, another weapon to fight with. So long as he was conscious, he had the will to fight.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
New Meat
Pained, afraid
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 6:36 pm
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Needle felt some small bit of energy returning. This was more like it. Hyena’s bite clipped his middle finger as he yanked it back, and there went full use of his last good hand. He brought the bleeding tip to his mouth, sucking at the blood. That was okay. Sure, if he didn’t start taking care of his wounds soon he was going to be in serious trouble, but how was he supposed to resist King Kill’s favorite pet literally yelping and crawling away to escape him?
If he could keep his feet for even the next thirty seconds, he was in good shape--longer would be ideal, obviously, but he wasn’t a sure bet even on that. He could make his point, then have a good sit. Binding Hyena. That was also on his list of things that needed to happen almost immediately, right after the whole taking care of his wounds thing.
The idea of moving up to standing from one leg sucked, but he did it, bringing the heel of his boot down on the hole he’d left in Hyena’s calf first this time.
”Where the ******** do you think you’re going, boy?” he rasped. Man, his voice was not great. What was going on there, nothing had hit his throat.
This time when he knelt down his legs basically just gave out. Happily, they gave out on top of Hyena. Needle grabbed a fistful of hair on the way down, trying to force Hyena’s face into the dirt. It didn’t feel great, but compared to the rest of him a bleeding middle finger didn’t register.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:19 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He knew he couldn’t get far, he knew it would be difficult to put distance between himself and the raider, but he could at least try, and try he did. Granted he didn’t get nearly as far as he had hoped when he felt pain shoot up from the wound on his leg caused by the digging heel of Needle’s boot, stopping him dead in his tracks. He gripped at a fistful of dirt when the weight of the raider crumpled on top of him, the pull of his hair pushing him into the dusty ground, dirtying his pale face along with the blood and spit from the fight.
“No!” he yelped out, another word he could pull from his chest in desperation. He squirmed beneath the other man, trying to turn his head to snap his fangs. He refused to be beaten, to be shamed in such a manner by an adversary that was far more wounded than he was.
“SMEGGA!”
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Vile flesh
Pained, angry
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:36 pm
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Since he was basically balancing himself with Hyena’s hair, it was a pretty good grip. He positioned his hips with some difficulty, a hissing sound leaking from his lips as the movement jostled his head. Still, he got there, thrusting his hips forward, really rubbing Hyena’s face in the dirt as best as he could.
He leaned forward, lips basically touching Hyena's ear.
”You’re the smegga now, b***h” he snapped, cruel pleasure managing to be audible mixed in with the obvious difficulty he was having. He rode Hyena’s movements for several seconds, until he was pretty sure he was going to fall over.
It was enough. He let go of Hyena’s hair, forcing himself to his feet one final time. He spat his own bloody saliva near Hyena’s head, trying to limp a few steps away so he could go ahead and collapse for a bit. The steps were hard, and he fell messily to the ground, propping himself against—something.
In a minute, he’d have to detach the cord he’d brought with him to bind the pit dog, and actually do the work of binding. He should have brought a muzzle. And medical supplies…they were on his bike, about a block away. He’d told his boys to come looking for him after an hour. Had it been an hour? Probably not, he wasn’t exactly sure.
((If Hyena interferes and he doesn’t make it to the wall, that’s cool too)) |
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2019 7:50 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He gave a low grunt at the pressure he felt beneath Needle, the agony of being shamed worse than the wounds he had sustained. Pressure on the existing wounds, the blood loss at an even more accelerated rate and pure exhaustion left him as a still heap when Needle felt he had gotten his point across sufficiently. He wanted to keep fighting, to rip apart this wretched creature and leave him as nothing more than a smear on the ground, but he was weak, he was wounded, and all he had the energy for now was to try and sleep. As hard as he fought it, Hyena let his mind drift off into a dissociated state- not quite awake yet not quite asleep, a twilight state of consciousness that left him in a strangely docile state.
It wasn’t an ideal spot to rest, or an ideal situation, but honestly at this point Hyena didn’t have much in the way of say or choice in the matter.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Vile flesh
Ashamed, unconscious
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2019 3:45 am
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×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×Ø×
In some dark-a** part of a man made tunnel, high on the ceiling near the edge was a small spider the size of ones hand just sitting in the center of his web. Soxum, a lonely little creature who was waiting for anything to fly into his piece of webby art, but as usual nothing was coming. He'd been here for days just waiting, getting more hungry and sad. He didn't like being alone.
The arachnid randomly remembered something; an insignificant memory of watching a boy dance around in a burnt down forest, he'd never seen anything like it. This... 'dance' thing, it was the first time he learned to associate that with the word 'fun' as the boy called it when he was questioned about his actions-- ah... it was just too bad Sox ate him on the same day, he could of learned a lot more from him but the creature was too hungry at the time to drag out his meal. Anyway, as he remembered this, his shiny thin legs scrunched up a bit and he started to bounce up and down on his web to see if he could dance too, but the web just ended up bouncing him uncontrollably and Sox scurried off to the side in regret. Wrong. he thought to himself, guess that's not how it done.
Then he heard it. Voices echoing down the long tunnel, living things, food, company! If the spider had cheeks then they would probably be flushed with delight right now, he quickly stunned his web and crawled back into position in the center excitedly.
He watched intently with his eight beady eyes which could see perfectly in the dark. It was a fight. Sox was used to these, he'd observed so many and had his fair share of being involved but he tried to avoid them as much as possible as he preferred catching prey by surprise. Sox was so curious of the new arrivals; humans were strange creatures, wait are they human? Was always hard to tell, probably not but, hmm.. maybe? It didn't matter anyway. Sox felt a mighty need to eat as he was reminded of his hunger and so his curiosity turned to planning capture.
He waited.
The fight was over quite quickly but just to be sure he wouldn't get hurt, he waited a little more.
Satisfied the two on the ground wouldn't attack, he hung down in the air and dropped himself to the floor. Again, he waited. Staying still to feel for any threatening vibrations before moving forward fast. He was near the foot of one of them, it was huge in compassion to his form. Sox warily tapped it with a front leg. Safe. The spider crawled up and onto the body, tapping around with his feelers as he moved up towards the face. Blood was printed onto his tarsus by the time he crawled onto the face (of Needle). He wasn't getting anywhere like this.
His legs started to grow long, really long and thicken as they straddled over the man's body. Soxum began to change form, his lower half becoming giant while his top started to form bones and hairs. The spider took on his hybrid form which took a lot of space in the tunnel. His legs reached the span of both bodies on the ground but Sox was still over the one was he investigating. His upper human form bent forward and thick creamy silk hair dropped down over the unconscious boy's chest. Sox leaned his stoic gaze close with his two black eyes staring curiously, inches from the guys face.
He cocked his head to the side, staring for ages. Then he spoke with a soft dusty voice ”You’re... the smegga now, b***h” he copied what he heard, quite poorly so he thought long and hard some more and his emotionless face started to change, he suddenly slammed his human hands on the ground on either side of the man's head and his voice snapped out like it was angry "You're the smegga now, b***h!" ....better? Still trying to imitate this particular individual, he whipped a gaze over at the other unconscious body and quickly moved over to him. Putting his face close to his he spoke with a borrowed cocky voice but it didn't match his now stoic face; ”Where the ******** do you think you’re going, boy?” After he said this, his attitude quickly changed with a new voice to reflect the one below him "No!" Then the tunnel fell back into silence and Sox pulled away.
He realized there was a lot of blood leaking from them and a sad punch struck his new stomach. Will they die? ...so soon? The silent spider stretched up and cocked his spinneret at them then quickly and skillfully rolled the boys separately in a cocoon of strong sticky web from neck to toe, hoping to put pressure and sticky seals on the wounds. Once that was done he picked them up with a couple of spider legs and pinned them beneath his abdomen possessively. Sox's face was emotionless but he was quite happy right now. Before he went anywhere, he plucked a backpack from the ceiling which he always dragged everywhere, it had his personal items in such as his favorite salmon woolly hat which he pulled out and tucked on his head, he thought about putting his shirt and vest on but was worried about his prey waking up so he stayed naked everywhere else and put the pack on his shoulders. Then without further delay, he quickly ascended from the tunnels and searched for a new place to set up his webs and tuck in his new prey.
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»Mood: Hungry.
»Location: Outside somwhere.
»Busy with: Finding a safe place.
»His Property/Slaves: N/A.
»OOC: Spider boy is here.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2019 10:39 am
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Waking up was a mistake. Needle came awake slowly, and his head pounded persuasively, making the case for closing his eyes again and just…staying still for a bit. He pushed through, his mouth forming the word ‘cords.’ He had to get Hyena secure. There was no telling what the pit dog’s stamina was like, it was possible he was already up and gone.
It wasn’t until he’d opened his eyes and saw the floor swaying beneath him that he realized he couldn’t move. He’d been prepared to have limited movement in his arms, but this--
He looked up, squinting, an exhalation of breath close to a shriek ripping from his throat. He coughed immediately after, looking around for anything that wasn’t smooth black flesh. Looking down and around wasn’t better--he could make out legs overtop him, behind him, in front of him. To the side--there was Hyena. Someone beside him was momentarily comforting, until he realized how close he was to the pit dog’s face. Pretty as it was in unconsciousness, blood and all, the man’s mouth was slightly open, revealing the metal teeth inside. Inside, and pretty ******** close to his face.
He bit back another scream, not wanting to wake Hyena, and started truly struggling instead.
He kept a continuous stream of cursing going, softly, trying for any kind of give or weakness in whatever he was wrapped in. Good stuff, whatever it was. Squirming just right, he caught a glimpse of the spider’s torso, and he wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or dishearted that this was, somehow, a person. Or something that looked like one, anyway. People could be ******** with, talked to, bargained with maybe. But animals could be more easily outwitted, might not know to expect him to be armed…
Armed. His needles. All of them, on the floor where he’d fallen asleep.
His cursing increased in volume slightly.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2019 11:24 am
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
It would take a while to wake the Pit fighter from his rest- between the wounds sustained and lack of nutrition to fuel another fight it seemed as if he were out for the time being. Being jostled, wrapped in the sticky spider silk, picked up- it seemed as if nothing could possibly wake the pale-haired male from his slumber. It had only been by chance, perhaps the strange scent of a new form so close to his nose coupled with the memory that he had an enemy still nearby, he let his eyes begin to open. He spotted the face of the previous enemy close to his own, responding with a sudden shrieking cry to alert the new captor of his roused state, followed with violent thrashing of his form in an effort to wretch himself free from whatever hold secured him.
He couldn’t move his limbs, further panic set in while he pulled against the silk with what strength he had left to muster. He didn’t care about the previous enemy- the man was captured along with him- no longer an immediate threat to his freedom and safety- now his rage was focused on the silk that bound him, and the strange beast that carried both he and the multi-armed Vile one away to some unknown location. Another wild shriek, gnashing of metal teeth towards the flesh of the creature’s back- Hyena knew his teeth were his best bet to get out of this situation. Then again his teeth usually were his best asset in escaping or winning a fight, and he knew now to be no different. Teeth nipped awkwardly at foreign skin, breaking the surface of it just slightly enough to call attention to what he was doing.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Vile flesh, Many Legs
Terrified
Raiding Wear
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