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Sapphiric
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The beams of light seemed like they'd manifested themselves as physical objects, and although small, seemed to have and overwhelming presence in this darkness. This darkness was thick; seems to have a hand in the world it surrounded for the time. There were two things that swam through this darkness, though only one was visible, and they all had a sprinkle of horror to them that seemed a bit to strong for most tastes.
The one that was perpetually visible took the obvious form of a human-being; A man, fully clothed in a large set of armor, a thick shield and a long, broad sword. The spectacular rays of light that seemed to slice through the darkness were sparks that seemed to birth off his shield at random, they were however not random The other being that shared this man's cozy little nest of darkness was one much more adapted to it- it's silhouette, which seemed foreboding in this lack of light, moved everywhere. It scurried past his feet, and along the walls before another shower of light birthed off of the shield.
The two had been like this for a few minutes now, which seemed like a life-time to the two, but it would soon draw to a close. The sickening sweet sound of flesh being pierced into seemed to cut apart the dark and one might feel as though they could see just fine through the vibration of noise itself. The darkness then scattered; as if the sound, that had been the harbinger of the soft scent of death, had scared it and light filled the room. It was a bar-- your average tavern, filled with not-so-average beings. The newly found light revealed that the man and the other thing, a woman it seemed, had been in some manor of cage. The woman was much different then the man. Two jointed tendrils extended, symmetrically, from her hips. The two things seemed to have found a new home in the armor of the human, and even further inside his body. The rest of the woman's features were just as odd as these insect like hip-leg-pinsors. The woman had four arms; the hands to two were placed firmly on the human male's waist, while the other ones cupped his sleek, cut jawline. The raven haired woman's lips were, like her bottom pair of hands, also placed firmly on something; the man's lips. Almost as though it was a final gift in life, she gave him the privilege of passion as she monitored his life force. It didn't take long until the toxins from her tendrils had poisoned the man, and killed him. As soon as he we limp, she tore her lips away and her spikes withdrew from him, which resulted in a small spurting of blood splatter.
Her ebony tufts swayed as she turned, a sudden look of confidence and conviction on her face. One set of arms were now placed on her own hips, while the others crossed over her supple, but not exaggerated bust. The motion seemed to have enough power to sway the suspended cage the dead man and spider lady now populated a bit.
"Marcus!" Her voluptuous voice called out before a sudden cheering began to erupt beneath her, "How was that one!? That had to be a new high-score, at least in style."
Her scarlet iris, contained by a dark sea that was her sclera, took in the crowd below but focused on the man behind the bar. Behind this man, was a score-board, with various names and numbers on it. The man, presumably Marcus, was a large... thing. He wore the upper-torso of a man, and the lower body of a slug- He lacked legs, and instead had a blu-ish gloop like mass that allowed him to slide about. He'd written the number '48' underneath the name 'Marcy' and then grimaced over his shoulder at the caged woman-- even his upper body seemed a bit too.. 'gooey' and his face was, as one might call, an 'ugly mug'.
"Yeah, yeah Marc-" He slurred out, obviously a bit drunk. "You did okay. 'Fer a woman. Ye teek too long though! You overdrew the suspense and that made yer little light-show boring. You get a ferty-eight."
The spider woman scowled, and the arms crossed across her chest shot out, one shooting a single, accusing and apparently pissed-off, finger towards the barkeep. "That's slug-shit, you sellout! If I know anything, it's build up! I didn't oversell at all!" Marcus's tail, at slug-shit slapped her score and rewrote it as 38. Which is where Marcy cringed, sighed and left the cage. Accepting this defeat, and made her way down the wall to accept her prize money as a scantily clad harpy-woman collected the corpse of the knight and began announcing the next competitor.
Marcy finally stood on the floor, her tendrils now wrapped around her waist like a belt, and a cup of brew in her right hand. Her small ruby tongue extended to Marcus as she took a sack of coin from him.
"Fine! Let's see if some other hack can do better."
The one that was perpetually visible took the obvious form of a human-being; A man, fully clothed in a large set of armor, a thick shield and a long, broad sword. The spectacular rays of light that seemed to slice through the darkness were sparks that seemed to birth off his shield at random, they were however not random The other being that shared this man's cozy little nest of darkness was one much more adapted to it- it's silhouette, which seemed foreboding in this lack of light, moved everywhere. It scurried past his feet, and along the walls before another shower of light birthed off of the shield.
The two had been like this for a few minutes now, which seemed like a life-time to the two, but it would soon draw to a close. The sickening sweet sound of flesh being pierced into seemed to cut apart the dark and one might feel as though they could see just fine through the vibration of noise itself. The darkness then scattered; as if the sound, that had been the harbinger of the soft scent of death, had scared it and light filled the room. It was a bar-- your average tavern, filled with not-so-average beings. The newly found light revealed that the man and the other thing, a woman it seemed, had been in some manor of cage. The woman was much different then the man. Two jointed tendrils extended, symmetrically, from her hips. The two things seemed to have found a new home in the armor of the human, and even further inside his body. The rest of the woman's features were just as odd as these insect like hip-leg-pinsors. The woman had four arms; the hands to two were placed firmly on the human male's waist, while the other ones cupped his sleek, cut jawline. The raven haired woman's lips were, like her bottom pair of hands, also placed firmly on something; the man's lips. Almost as though it was a final gift in life, she gave him the privilege of passion as she monitored his life force. It didn't take long until the toxins from her tendrils had poisoned the man, and killed him. As soon as he we limp, she tore her lips away and her spikes withdrew from him, which resulted in a small spurting of blood splatter.
Her ebony tufts swayed as she turned, a sudden look of confidence and conviction on her face. One set of arms were now placed on her own hips, while the others crossed over her supple, but not exaggerated bust. The motion seemed to have enough power to sway the suspended cage the dead man and spider lady now populated a bit.
"Marcus!" Her voluptuous voice called out before a sudden cheering began to erupt beneath her, "How was that one!? That had to be a new high-score, at least in style."
Her scarlet iris, contained by a dark sea that was her sclera, took in the crowd below but focused on the man behind the bar. Behind this man, was a score-board, with various names and numbers on it. The man, presumably Marcus, was a large... thing. He wore the upper-torso of a man, and the lower body of a slug- He lacked legs, and instead had a blu-ish gloop like mass that allowed him to slide about. He'd written the number '48' underneath the name 'Marcy' and then grimaced over his shoulder at the caged woman-- even his upper body seemed a bit too.. 'gooey' and his face was, as one might call, an 'ugly mug'.
"Yeah, yeah Marc-" He slurred out, obviously a bit drunk. "You did okay. 'Fer a woman. Ye teek too long though! You overdrew the suspense and that made yer little light-show boring. You get a ferty-eight."
The spider woman scowled, and the arms crossed across her chest shot out, one shooting a single, accusing and apparently pissed-off, finger towards the barkeep. "That's slug-shit, you sellout! If I know anything, it's build up! I didn't oversell at all!" Marcus's tail, at slug-shit slapped her score and rewrote it as 38. Which is where Marcy cringed, sighed and left the cage. Accepting this defeat, and made her way down the wall to accept her prize money as a scantily clad harpy-woman collected the corpse of the knight and began announcing the next competitor.
Marcy finally stood on the floor, her tendrils now wrapped around her waist like a belt, and a cup of brew in her right hand. Her small ruby tongue extended to Marcus as she took a sack of coin from him.
"Fine! Let's see if some other hack can do better."
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