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A Failure in Segregation.; (Post for Dove, otherwise closed. )
Topic Started: Jan 2 2011, 05:14 AM (240 Views)
Thalron
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( This is taking place far to the east of Lihn on the coast, not sure where else I should post it though, so here it is! )

Ostoglos was on the prowl again, surfacing for another idiotic attempt at retaining what little sanity she held. She was often sickened by her craving for human contact, especially since she so rarely cared about who she got it from... Or what happened to them after she was satisfied. If they were lucky they lived, though she was not too hard to buy off... Speaking of which, that was actually part of the reason she had returned to the surface. Even in the light-less depths she had a very good internal calendar, and she had agreed to meet some pathetic human around this date for some more consumable happiness...

Land mammals in other words, she hoped maybe something more, but her hopes were not that high at all for him even showing up. After all, she had threatened to devour him, or turn him into a puddle of goo if any of his friends even threatened to poke their heads out. She chortled to herself as she thought about how idiotic someone would have to be to show up a second time... But he had seemed like such an interesting character, and by interesting she meant he was probably not all there. The only thing that made her entertain the idea of meeting him was that he actually had the forethought to bring her food the first time.

Her inner ramblings weren't terribly important to anyone else though, that she knew of, but they continued as she drifted through the water... Moving up along the coast, just barely below the water. Her lights sifted out a odd pulse beneath the water, the tattered rags of those dessicated water dragons cloaking her in a decent disguise, at least to those not too close to her... Any proximity to the dragon quickly revealed the grisly nature of her trophies.

She had arrived a day earlier than she said for him to, just to make sure no one was beginning to set up some sort of trap... She had dealt with such things once or twice in the past, but the ones involved were no longer... A problem. She hoped there wouldn't be any problems as she swam up to the small beach, it was big enough for her and maybe another dragon or two but not much more than that... What she liked best about this place though was how quickly the depth of the water dropped off into a aquatic ravine.

It was still night time when she arrived, a few voices in her mind warbled out some warnings, or doubts saying that maybe she should just sink back into the abyss... But she pushed them aside as she slowly slunk out of the water, wandering about on the shore to scout and ensure no one had been here in awhile... Satisfied, she huffed and rubbed some of her scent onto one of the rocks, then slid back into the water. He should be able to use that to tell she was nearby.

She sank down into the water again after that, resurfacing once during midday on the described date to briefly check to see if anything had arrived... Then sank back down into the depths to wait some more... She came back up during the night though, her lights beginning to dance across the surface of the water from beneath... as she neared the surface... Eerie shapes and designs fluctuating across the rocks around the edges of the beach.
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Laughing Dove
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Stupid Dragons. Stupid eggs, stupid lifebond, stupid mental link. He could almost see their sanguine bodies entwined, wriggling like serpents in the closeness of passion. Shivers of revulsion ran down his spine. This was FAR worse than the time he had been sleeping and Hephaestas went up to pass water, and accidentally ‘brought him along’. Although Denik refused to recognise it, the accidental reveal had more than just the effect of making him perpetually disgusted and unable to look at a certain water dragon the same way ever again. The love his dragon felt for Tempyst was so different to the intense, brotherly kinship he and Hephaestas shared that this time the Rider’s jealousy was the mere disappointment at having to share time with the Steel’s mate. It was an entirely different form of intimacy, as he had seen first hand.

That, however, didn’t help the fact that it was utterly and positively revolting. The constant happy bloom that was his infatuated companion buzzed in the back of his brain, constantly suffusing him with the warm flush of happiness that wasn’t his own. It was almost dizzying how lowered their barriers were now, with Hephaestas so addled. Distance, however, was a mercy. He could still feel the consciousness, deep within him at a part that could not be broken, but the further away from the Steel he got, the easier it was to control the distinctions between them, and hold onto who he was.

Between his thighs he felt the bedraggled old grey pony tense beneath his saddle, its ears flattening back to hide in its shaggy white mane as it tossed its head and snorted with fear. This was as far as he could take the far more sensible animal, so he vaulted off the skittish beast’s back and hastily untied his trio of cattle and the saddlebag of hard-boiled sweets and mysterious wooden cases. Wincing as the released equine thundered off and spooked the livestock into a cacophony of lowing, Denik composed himself and heaved on their leads, the heavy bag slung over his shoulder. He had nearly reached the rough-hewn steps to the beach when he realised that the smart thing to do would have been to put the pack on a cow.

The smell assailed him like a blow to the head, making him cough with familiar disgust and stare out past weeping eyes at the goo-smeared rock she’d chosen for a signpost. “Lovely.” He muttered, grunting as he dragged the very spooked bovines over the thick, squeaking sand. No point in hiding or mincing about.

Might as well face the huge, maggoty fact.
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Thalron
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If there was one being that agreed upon how stupid eggs, and dragons were when they were in that disgusting nesting ritual it was likely the one that was slowly returning to check whether the human was there yet... Ostoglos could not /stand/ how everything acted during mating season, if her own body didn't become so demanding chances are she'd just spend the time beating up whichever love-addled being was closest to her... Actually... She did do that too, she just didn't go as out of her way to do so as she might otherwise.

The bond though... Was something she did miss, even if there hadn't been any sort of mental bond just the presence of someone was something she desired.. As revolting and stupid as it was.

The glowing 'lantern' emerged from the water first, the ornaments were gone this time... Revealing the rib like formation that started from just behind the light and went most of the way down the length of it... Her main body soon followed though, the fatty body rolling and swaying slightly as she lugged herself out of the water... all of her eyes focused upon the human and his offerings.

Water sprayed from her lips as they unsealed for a amused chortle. "Soh yoh cay-ahm... Stor-ange uhman..." her head tilted to the side a bit as the cattle he had brought likely attempted to bolt at this time- she stopped any thoughts it might have had of doing that when she spat a glob of... Something onto one of its legs, which immediately sizzled and then... Melted off. She stomped one foot down onto the closest one, and then nailed the last retreating one on the face... which was rather rapidly de-fleshed, revealing a pitted skull.

Water glistened on her slick and white hide, slowly dripping and sloshing off as she came further onto the shore. Stopping in front of the human. She could see he had a box with him or something, but still appeared to be alone... Maybe he thought she could safely bring him to the tainted lands for a more... real dragon. She'd find out later, or she'd get bored and kill him.

"Ahl fohr meh?"

The question hung in the air a bit heavily as her attention was now focused solely upon Denik... It was hard to tell if she included him in that 'all' or not, but at this point he was once again at her mercy. At least judging by how quickly she had killed the animals with hardly an effort.

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Laughing Dove
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His nerve dropped to his belly and coiled up in his bowels like an icy snake as the tell-tale glow protruded from the veil of the inky waves, casting eerie shadows over the long stretch of fanning spines either side of the tendril. If he’d ever had a chance to run, it was long and far-gone now. It was only with the most trembling of efforts that he managed to keep the panicking cows from bolting, and even that was more from the chaotic flailing that negated each beast’s escape from their ropey tangle. Stiff with trepidation, Denik stared wide-eyed from beneath his overgrown mane as the vastness of her hide lifted from the waters. The Abyssal was a walking nightmare, a living and grotesque testimony to that old word for dragons, Worm.

Stiff and seemingly dignified, the minor impressiveness of his stance dissolved as the abyssal’s strong perfumes began to pervade the still night air.

Gods Above, but she reeked! Strong smells in general were a constant affront to his senses, but this was ridiculous. The wash of the ocean salts had done nothing to tame the vast miasma of sweetness and decay that bloomed around her quadrupled maw, grinding and squishing together in front of her copiously hanging, vile, white flesh. Crumpling up his face and gagging against the cloy, Denik peered up at the towering leviathan with watery eyes granted bravery through disgust. “Uh…I couldn’t just…Shit!” he gulped, twitching away from the splashing gunk and dropping the rope in no little hurry to stilt awkwardly sideways across the sands and away from the agonised cattle. Tonnes of jiggling hide surged past him, and as he overbalanced and landed with his ass in the sand he watched her feed with helplessly curious horror.

“Shit…yes, all for you, go, just-hurk-eat it…” he gasped, chest heaving against the fresh bruises his flailing case had stamped against his back in the fall. Staring up at her and swallowing his bile, he groped around his pack and nearly cried out in relief as his hands fell on one of the silk cloths he used to clean his glass. Wrapping it around his mouth and nose with a groan, he breathed as deeply as he dared and fished around for one of the bags of candy, tossing it towards her weakly and wincing as it landed perilously close to a puddle of acid hissing on the sand. “Those too…”
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Thalron
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She eyed him with some amusement as he flung himself away from the onslaught... He had such a mouth on him, she wondered where he got that. She tended to incite foul language though, perhaps it was the sudden sense that their mortality could very easily catch up with them brought about less than polite words.

Her light pulsed slightly, going from red to a deep yellow. Lowering slightly to better illuminate the human, but before speaking any further she lifted the mostly crushed cow... Ignoring the pathetic noises it wheezed out as she tossed it into the tooth encrusted flaps that made up her gruesome jaws... The way they undulating and contorted as she chewed and very thoroughly crunched the bones into oblivion was... Disheartening, though likely fascinating to watch. Little bits of blood dripped from the edges of the jaw flaps as she eyed him again... Not seeming to be in a hurry to pick up the other dead animals just yet.

"So-uch... Storong wohrds... Ehs theh leehtle uhman scare-ehd?" Her long, and thick tongue came forth to clean some of the spilled blood, the tip glowing an ominous red... Which just seemed to spread across wherever it touched.

As for the bag, she simply nudged it back over to near his feet... She would make him feed her those by hand later. After all, just eating it whole like that, it was hard to separate the flavor of the candy from the container... And she liked to savor these things.

Her stomach gurgled, and bubbled ominously as her massive body began to lower down to the sand... Her legs were not the strongest around, and her body was not the lightest. "Soh uhman, whay ahre ooh 'ere?" She licked her 'lips' again, at a different angle. "Ahn doh noht lee-ay to meh... Ihf ah seeh un dohragohn ooh wehl noht li-ihf vahree lo-ong." She gurgled happily at the thought of him not living very long... Or maybe she was just gurgly from shifting the vast contents of her stomach so much recently.

The way she lay there in front of him was... a bit graceful, all things considering. Not that anyone would call it that given how she looked, as the glistening white skin reflecting the pulsating light from her lantern did not exactly inspire many... Pleasant descriptions from the minds of any onlookers.
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Laughing Dove
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Incredulous eyes widened with horror as the slack bones, shackled together by disintegrating ligaments and cartilage, rattled in her vast, unholy maw and slithered down her throat in a marinade of their own dissolved flesh. Sweating profusely and squirming in the coarseness of his sand-saturated garments, Denik gawped in a paroxysm of disgust, fascination, and a purity of fear that seeped from his pores and into the grains, mingling with the burning fumes of her acidic sludge. What exactly had I hoped to achieve with this…

Trying to swallow his panicking intestines back into place, Den forced himself not to look at the rivulets of blood trickling between her fangs, and instead sought something that might be relatively safe to focus on. The irony of being relieved to make eye contact, for once, was more than lost on him. Glossy and immense, they were nearly engulfed in the fatty clamour of her pale flesh, a pair for each yawning flange of muscle and tooth that made up her jaws. Like little marbles sinking into the decaying flesh of a bloated corpse.

Trying to recompose his wretched tongue, he focused on the wet gleam of the salt glands, the tiny sea-lice that had burrowed into the flesh where webbed hands could not dig them out. The intense scrutiny, while unorthodox, seemed to have the desired effect, for the rather young-looking man’s next words were far more composed…even if they weren’t any wiser. “Hrrrghmmn…You outweigh me by thousands of tonnes. Of course I’m scared.” He barked hoarsely, wiping away the tears her miasma brought to his eyes. The immense, squirming muscle slithered up and he recoiled as if expecting it to menace him, furrowing his brow incredulously when five seconds later he was not in fact dead and had a slimy bag of candies draped across his boots. He didn’t have long to analyse this, because her next question struck him rather remarkably dumb.

Exactly why was he here?

“Uh…uhm…I am not sure…” Shit, that’s probably a stupid thing to say.

“I want to…um…” She was laying before him now, like some grotesque parody of a cat.

“S-study you…take measurements…” Samples… “I have, erm…notes…” Yes! Genius! Take notes, show her? It didn’t quite occur to Denik that a 120ft sea monster might not be particularly interested in his mathematics, but his brain had already clicked over. Adrenaline still quaking through his hands, he groped and fumbled in the bleary red lantern-light to curl his fingers around the leathery binding of his fresh notepad, fishing a dusty box from his pocket and curling his digits around a stick of slender charcoal. Gathering up his knees to prop his booklet against, he furiously began to scribble a bizarre composite of formulae, figures and eyeballs onto the clean parchment.
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Thalron
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Her eyes watched him with more... Amusement as she could smell his fear and see the terror in his eyes, she was amazed that he was able to make eye contact with at least one of her sets of eyes. She was equally unsurprised when his vision sought something else to focus on, as when he had chosen to look at those glossy orbs. A deep chortle rocked her disgustingly soft body, causing her skin to shake and roll slightly... The only relief that these things might bring were that none so far seemed to be boredom. You did not want to bore something which could eat you in one bite, and probably not even notice a difference in its hunger.

When he said he wasn't sure why he was here, she looked a little suspicious, or perhaps she was just trying to gauge his level of insanity... Oh, but he did have a reason after all, other than to fling himself into her jaws? He wanted to study her, really, that is what he wanted? Her head tilted, and the lantern lowered much closer to the human as she peered at the notebook. Even if she was interested though, the frantic scribbles that were left upon it meant nothing to her. Had she learned to read, she might have forced him to show her more, but instead she just lay there and smirked... After all, reading was not a useful skill when the only writing you ever saw were those stupid names of ships.

"Stooh-day..." She mused, unfortunately her speech impediment did make it sound a lot like 'stew day' which was not terribly reassuring. "Hur... Yoh vahnt meh toh poh-es fohr ooh?" her voice had a myriad of flaws but one could not help but detect a level of disbelief that a human would want to look at her for any period of time... Though, it didn't sound like she'd be too opposed to the idea. She was good at sitting in one place for awhile, especially if it meant that she got food.

Food... Her vast stomach gurgled happily as it began to dismantle the bovine within its depths, she loved land-food, it had so much more flavour than the little fishes. As she was thinking about this the vast lantern that hung over the two began to shift color, slowly modulating from red to orange and back again to mimic the light of a fire to anyone that might be able to see the glow from elsewhere.

Her tail made a wide swathe in the sand as she leaned in a little closer... "Mah-beh yoh vahnt toh mia-asure fohrum they ihn-see-ihd?" She asked with a mock curiosity, she just wanted to see him squirm.
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