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 Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 8:32 am
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Needle flinched hard when the creature’s eyes snapped open, and he almost struck the maybe-person just for startling him. There hadn’t been any of the slow stirring or hesitation he might have expected from something coming back to consciousness, and it was enough to send a shiver down his spine.
Resentful of this and wanting to make clear what the dynamic between them was right now (since he still couldn’t tell if the other actually could have a conversation—Hyena’s apparent lack of gab at least had the benefit of being formed under the Lambs, making the man’s motivations far more transparent), he slapped the hands away from his face, shaking his head in a clear ‘no.’
”Nope, that’s not how this is happening.” He wasn’t responding to the creature’s question (was it language? Did it actually have meaning?) but rather how quick the maybe-person had been to touch him. He didn’t know how to vocalize it so there’d be no warning, but if the creature even twitched at him wrong he was determined to thrash the thing into however much submission felt right on the fly, and do so as many times as it took for the maybe-person to get the idea.
What he wanted from the thing was—situational. Worst case scenario, he wanted to just drag it back to his bike and take it back to camp for he and his boys to play with, or to trade for supplies he could use to hunt Hyena down more effectively.
Best case scenario, he could either intimidate or ingratiate the creature to him, or at least find a way to bargain with it, to get it to track down Hyena. It was physically in much better shape than either he or Hyena were, especially in that bigger, terrifying form. If Needle could find a way to control that and run Hyena down, he could either immediately betray the creature and take them both back, or just take Hyena. In either case, Needlle wins the day; good for him.
How easily he could get to the best versions of the best case depended on one thing:
”Okay. Can you understand me?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 9:39 am
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 2:47 pm
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”Hah!” Needle was visibly pleased when the other answered intelligibly, and happily made the jump from maybe-person to person. Persons were things he could—do any of the things he would need to do to get his idea across, really.
”Sox, okay…” His tone was meant to be soothing, but it dripped with insincerity. That was fine; even when he was playing nice, he didn’t want someone to think he was actually letting his guard down, actually being weak.
The abrupt look away from him, the hands suddenly forming into fists, surprised him enough to take a quick inhalation of breath, and he gritted his teeth, sinking his weight down on the—the Sox—and obligingly aiming a right hook at the other’s jaw.
If this was a person, they should know better than to attack him when he was so obviously in a favorable position.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:05 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:17 pm
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Sox’s submission was entire, which made it infinitely more satisfying. The spider person didn’t just give in, ask for the abuse to stop. He went limp.
The cessation of struggle under him was enough for Needle--he was wild-eyed and rock hard on top of the other man, his mouth twisted in a pleased smirk as he traced the deformed lumps he’d induced in that pretty, serene face.
Breathing hard, he almost pushed it further, almost pushed the head back and whipped his d**k out just for the moment’s sake. It wasn’t that these moments were rare for him--more that he appreciated them when they came; without hesitation; without any attendant moralizing. He could have happily taken the moment as permission to feed himself into that toothy mouth and--well, ride until struggling ceased.
He didn’t. He knew what he was outside of Slaughtered Lamb territory for.
”Now that--is a great question, Sox” he praised, smiling toothily down at the other…man?
”You remember the other guy who was with me…before?” There wasn’t terminology about his previous capture he loved.
”Could you track him? Are you able to track him?”
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 4:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 5:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 5:50 pm
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Needle still couldn’t get a read on the spider person’s deal. He could swear the other person blushed at his praise, which…Needle had no idea what to do with that, he had been pretty obviously insincere.
The little squirm underneath him also evinced some sort of pleasure, and Needle’s still-raised fist, dotted now with blue blood, lowered slightly in his confusion.
…The hell.
In the end, he told himself, it didn’t matter. The important thing was the actual answer to his question.
Could it track Hyena? It seemed yes.
Needle adjusted—nay, inflated—his expectations accordingly. Fourteen hours, he’d be coming back up on the Slaughtered Lambs’ camp. Hyena would be trying to run behind his bike…failing more frequently every time he got up, a still-determined fury in his eyes. This spider would be in front of him—incapacitated, probably, vest stripped to make an effective full-head hood. Needle himself, triumphant, raising his chin at one of his doubters, promising death with a single lick along his front teeth as he passed through the gates…
”Find prey, yes” he agreed, more excited in his bearing now. He wasn’t quite ready to let the other up yet, but he was liking this new, more conversant, accommodating attitude.
”See, that’s my prey. You stole him from me.” Sure, that was a fine explanation. He wasn’t sure how much to lie or threaten, yet.
”Make it right. Help me get him back?” He smiled down at the other, a s**t-eating grin accompanied by a loosening of his fist, an outspreading of hands in a generous gesture that obviously expected compliance.
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 6:11 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 6:41 pm
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Needle blinked slowly down at the other person—the other person who was holding his cheeks, looking up at Needle like…Needle didn’t even have a comparison class.
What was going on with this thing?
”Sure, babe, you got it” he answered easily, but he detected some hesitance in his own voice, a hesitation borne of not really understanding the game that was being played here and feeling vulnerable because of it.
As far as he could tell, the game seemed to be some ******** version of wooing the damsel. Needle was only aware of the connection because it was a preliminary game sometimes played in the pit. It was designed to end badly, usually to end with the ‘damsel’s’ constitution permanently wrecked by her still-‘polite’ suitors. It was something for outsiders who thought they could just walk in and demand an audience with King Kill 33—the hot ones.
Except Needle wasn’t a pit dog like Hyena; except the ‘damsel’ was…this.
Still following the script because he didn’t know what else to do, Needle shifted himself back and onto his feet, still crouched over Sox. Carefully, ready to regain control of the situation if it went badly, Needle leaned forward, past the hands covering the man’s cheeks, to fit his mouth against the spider person’s in some version of a kiss.
That was what he (?) wanted, right? At least, that was the vibe Needle was getting. Which—fine. Needle didn’t mind playing the wooer for the moment—he knew how the game ended.
Scared of the possibility of venom, or who knew what the ******** the other’s mouth could do, he kept it entirely chaste, pulling away only to offer a hand to Sox to pull him up.
”Let’s do it.’
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 8:33 pm
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
Words were a bit easier to understand now, even in bits an pieces- tone carrier far more weight ro his ears than the actual words spoken, or their context. He had picked up the tone of excitement in the crowd’s violent cheers above the pits, the sinister sweetness in Needle’s voice as he feigned friendliness. This new person’s tone seemed….tired of sorts. Exasperated, but void of any actual sign of malice as far as Hyena could tell. His hypothesis that this figure was not tonpose a threat to him only solidified further as the damned flame was put out, sending them both to a state of comfortable and cool darkness.
Slowly he crept from his hiding position, his injured legs dragging slightly as he walked forward. The other male was still armed- the malicious glint of metal and smell of volatile powder was unmistakable for him. But the other figure seemed more blind than he in this new darkness- Hyena’s own yellow eyes able to adjust quickly and make out the other figure more readily. Avoid the barrel of the gun, find his mask, find food.
“No burning. Food. Want food.” he rasped out, keeping a safe enough distance from the other, sniffing the air in hopes he other carried food with him. He could try and take him- but he had a gun, and access to flame, and Hyena was too weak and exhausted to try his speed and luck.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Fire Boy
Hunger
Raiding Wear
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2019 9:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 2:36 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×
Hearing the four limbed human agree to his request made the lump of blood in his mouth gulp down and his stoic face lit up a small smile of glee. Though his expression only lasted a second before reverting back into it's cold mask, he still wasn't comfortable making his own faces so the stoic spider just stared up waiting for further instructions-- Why wait? Why should Sox obey a person who was only food to him moments before? It was just so...illogical.
The arachnid's instincts began to feel conflicted about going against his solitary nature and thoughts of stringing this guy up and stabbing his now singular fang into him to melt him up was becoming a very strong need. A slight noise of resistance gasped out as he closed his eyes not wanting to let them convince the hungry Sox he should eat this person again.
Something pressed against his lips and Sox snapped his eyes open. It took him a long couple of seconds to process what the person on top of him just did, but by the time he figured it out those delicious lips- that kiss had already retreated. A kiss...? Sox was just kissed! A real lip touching human kiss! The spider had only watched people do this and had always wanted to try it, to feel it, but since no one loved him he didn't think he'd get to try it in this life. After all, his birthright was only to ******** and be eaten and that was all his use was supposed to be. No, Sox was different, he knew this the moment he killed his female on homeground.
His little heart wouldn't stop racing and the face full of blacks, blues and purples went a whole other shade of red tones as Sox's face heated up with complete adoration and joy. This kiss instantly shunned away any of his instinctive thoughts as he was hypnotized by this act of love.
Sox was loved!
The spider's watery eyes reflected the hand that reached over him and he hesitantly moved shaky fingers up to touch it. Though wary like a newborn animal, his fingers pulled away for a moment before courageously moving to the hand again. The moment his fingertips touched the man's hand, Sox suddenly pulled away and with great speed crawled out from under him and backed up against a wall a few feet away. The connection was enough of an agreement but what made him suddenly flee was a mixture of things; embarrassment? That may of played a part but what held more structure over that feeling was caution and fear. Sox tended to trust his sensitive skin which was good at feeling his prey and predicting their actions on his webs. So when he touched the blood stained hands of this person, he suddenly felt like he was about to be punched a hole in his heart or worse. It was a strange feeling, a powerful one. Sox only hyperventilated for a short moment before his cold sweats quickly ceased and he returned to his usual self.
He perched up onto his hands and feet and looked over at his new love-doll. It was like a moment of predator and prey staring it out, waiting for the other to twitch first only it was uncertain who was the prey right now.
Sox moved first by breaking eye contact and looked at the floor. He could feel vibrations against his hands, though it was very faint whatever was running was getting further away. Sox guessed it may of been the other prey, but there was no chance he could catch him in this form.
The spider lifted his hands and stared down at himself with his puffed up beaten face then he looked over at the love-doll. He said he would stay close so Sox had to believe that.
Quickly, Sox began to strip off his clothes starting with the bottom and groaned when his vest and shirt brushed over his face which got stuck for a minute of him wriggling with his arms trapped in the air. He almost yelped at the sudden vulnerability but quickly got it off and dropped it into a pile on the floor. The nude freedom made Sox feel a lot better and safer knowing he could now change appearance when it suited him. The naked spider crouched by his clothes and twitched his neck up to stare at the guy to make sure he wasn't going anywhere.
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»Mood: Hungry.
»Location: Underground.
»Busy with: Preparing to transform.
»His Property/Slaves: N/A.
»OOC: ///.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 6:58 am
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Needle jerked back reflexively as Sox came up from under him far too fast, biting down on a curse. He didn’t like that s**t at all. There was no room to actually relax into any knowledge of victory—he thought he’d done well, had gotten the spider person on his side (at least for the short amount of time necessary to run down Hyena—who cared if it lasted beyond that, as long as he was in a position to take the other down when that sweet time came in the near future). But there was no way to really be sure.
For instance…standing free, Sox caught his eye, and a far more oblivious person than he was would have been able to read the predatory intent there. His own eyes widened, his posture stiffening with the knowledge that he might have been played, that he might die now—and then the person (man? Woman?) looked away, and Needle sagged slightly in relief. Sweat poured down his back, and he cracked his neck to one side then the other, several clicks issuing from each movement.
He pulled the s**t-eating smile back onto his face, re-focused on Sox and—
Oh, so it was male. He was, rather. Surprised by the nudity, he couldn’t help but take a good eyeful, blinking rapidly, hands raised slightly as if to ward the sight away. Not that Sox wasn’t attractive enough (though, given a choice, Needle’s strike radius strongly preferred women. Too bad since there were so much fewer of them, at least here around Ozymandias). That pale skin was—something; like the sun didn’t exist.
‘Don’t look away, idiot’ he told himself, and took another, more showy look. He didn’t entirely know why Sox had disrobed—he thought it was probably to transform back into that bigger form (in which case he wanted to be directly behind the other, ready to perch right against the (much larger) human torso to avoid a repeat of the last few hours. But it was just as possible it was something else. Needle was willing to believe a number of motivations, including that he’d just been too hot for the man to handle and he was ready to be taken posthaste.
”…Go on” he encouraged nervously, fingers flexing and unflexing. He really wished he had his needles right now…
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2019 7:18 am
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𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He watched with caution as the man moved, the weapon holstering but staying well within his grasp as he crouched down to rummage through his things in search of something. If it was food or something to do harm, Hyena had no way of telling until the boy took out a bag of dried meat to offer towards him. The smell filled his nose, no other smells even dared to pierce through while he was driven by hunger. It was food, food being willfully offered to him, nothing else mattered in that moment.
As quickly as he could Hyena closed the short distance between himself and the boy, reaching out with a stretched out hand to snatch the bag of jerky away hastily. It could have been poisoned, it could all be a trap, but Hyena didn’t care. A flash of silvery fangs ripped the bag open to get to its contents, snarling and growling loudly as he began to devour the meat, crouched a short distance away as he ate. He paid no mind to the other, certainly not to offer him any threat or harm, right now it seemed his vicious attack was solely focused on the leathered dried strips of meat from some mystery animal.
𝌝𝌝
The Underground
Fire Boy
FOOD
Raiding Wear
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