In such darkness he cannot really see her, but the air she brings with her has an odd feel to it – one he would like if he were not so preoccupied with the wrenching pain in his pierced shoulder. The sound of her body moving through the water, her peculiar breathing pattern, it all creeps ever closer until she’s beside him and her voice slithers forth into the abysmal black. He asked her to come nearer, but he’s little surprised the girl crept forward, heeding his whimper for help. He doesn’t much like his vulnerability waving around like some torn flag, asking to be swallowed up by bigger, hungrier monsters than he (no pun intended). The teeth he removes clink off of the smooth pebbles at their feet, chiming like glass as the tumble to rest on the ground. They pulsate with a red glow, poison still wicking from their intact hypodermic perforating tips.
Chem pushes out a groaning chuckle when she first speaks. Again, not what he expected. Her voice is serpent smooth and still it slices, making one’s bones feel a bit cold under their skin – sending a familiar tingle down the spine. How lucky is he, he ponders, to have an eerie shadow-girl materialize to assist him in not perishing? Ah, yes, so lucky, as long as she doesn’t morph into something a little more sinister than a hyena-mouthed equine.
With a clearer mind he would make sure to stand at a decent distance from those jaws – the air she brings, it feels like a warning... It’s a feeling that makes absolute sense when he spots the bit of glow from the fang reflecting off of her sharp teeth as she yanks it free from his bloody sinew. The poison won’t allow the wound to heal like it should, but at least the fang is gone, even if his shoulder is still flayed open.
“Thank you…” he huffs, pushing the words out with great effort. The relief is overshadowed by the remaining pain and he limps back into the dark water, finding a deeper pool to submerge most of his body into the chilly river water. Poison lights lime green as it mixes with the water, draining with surprising volume as it flows out of his wounds like illuminated blood. “So,” he groans, breathing as best he can under the clench of pain. “Angel or demon?” he chuckles, wincing at the pain it causes to laugh. “I’m guessing you’re neither – something in between.” he sucks in a deep breath, he body feeling a little lighter as the poison continues to drain.
CHEMDOG
to the window, to the wall
to the window, to the wall
@[Dretch] no no, i'm in love!
she's such a spooky little thing! i love it.
<3 sorry for the wait, i am the worst sometimes
