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Post by Bellamortix Vipera on Jan 20, 2015 13:41:51 GMT -5
Heat hung in the air like a thick fog, making breathing difficult, walking, difficult, and surviving impossible. It was a good thing you had to be alive in order for your life to be in danger. This was exactly the right amount of skin-blistering awful heat the Bellamortix needed. Somewhere in the desert lay a heap of putrescence.
The smell was what hit the senses first, besides the heat, rotting meat, sickly sweet like hawaiian air fresher sprayed over a can of week-old hamburger. The sound of flies came next, but it was the sight that would churn the stomach most.
There, slumped over a piece of slate jutting from the sand, cooking like a worm on a skillet lay a bloated mass of rot. The Bellamortix lay on her back, one eye nothing more than a gaping socket staring up at an empty sky. The other looked as if putrid milk had been poured into it, distorting the yellow. Her hair had mostly fallen out, and her lips were parted in a blank stare. Her body then was even worse, hunks of flesh were missing revealing black and green rotted muscle, her entire body was both wet and crusted like a scab, hard on top and wet beneath.
She had been laying here like this for 12 hours in the sun. Unlike human women, who, once a month faced the challenge of bleeding and pain, this creature faced the rot. For one week, that sick smell would worsen, her body would quite literally fall apart, and then she would shed the rotten corpse like a bad dream. It was approaching the end of the thirteenth hour, and if one didn't know any better, they would think this disgusting sight to truly be nothing more than a carcass. Just a dead thing, and not undead in the slightest.
A twitch of her tail proved that assumption incorrect as the body lurched and the scalp tore open. Under the scalp was a wet looking mass of white fibers, no, not just fibers, it was hair. It took another three hours but what eventually tore itself forth from the corpse was a thing that was almost beautiful. Covered in the green slime of very dead blood and decomposed fats and acids was Bellus. She was nude, or as nude as a creature that was part snake could be, genitals hidden under scales, disguised by a new body, the only remaining body parts that reminded anyone of anything taboo were her breasts, though they would never serve their purpose as life giving, milk producing glands. Bits of flesh clung to her tail and hair, but she didn't reach to pick them free, she just lay there, letting the sun dry them.
She couldn't stay long and cook her flesh, this layer, at least, she wanted to preserve until the next shedding. Another hour would pass, and finally she would slither off, leaving a trail in the sand that she didn't bother hiding.
Not far away was a small spring, a small pool of water, it probably wasn't safe to drink, not that she needed to, this was for more vain purposes. The girl covered in dried slime slid into the water and cleaned herself. Eventually satisfied she wrapped her tail around a submerged rock and thrust her human half upward, not that it looked too human anymore with violet skin, pointed ears, and markings that always seemed raised and angry like a fresh tattoo.
Her missing eye would grow back in a few hours, and the other was already clearing up, she arranged her hair to cover the socket and reached up where a few pink flowers hung from a vine. She wove them into her hair, their scent covering her own stench of rot, it wasn't so bad, now that she had shed, but still, it made her presence just that more terrible to smell something so sweet and see something so terrible.
Now, rather than a nasty heap of death, she was quite pleasant to look upon, she dried her hair in the sun, slithering up to the beach tail curling around itself. Being undead didn't mean a girl couldn't be vain, it also meant she didn't have to be modest or feel shame. She also didn't have to care about whatever was watching nearby, she was too busy enjoying herself. Eventually, she'd make her way back to her shelter, a wet cave further to the south, and dress herself, but for now, it was shedding day a day to celebrate, and she was feeling a little bloodlust curdle inside her. Perhaps she'd make a stop for blood before going back.
She didn't have to sleep, but she closed her eyes and listened. The presence nearby was something she was aware of, but even so, she stretched her arms in the sand, curling her tail and relaxing it. It was going to be a wonderful day. |
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Post by LAZARUS on Jan 20, 2015 17:13:26 GMT -5
 I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones... there were a lot of good reasons for lazarus to not leave the long dark. a lot of good reasons to stay atop his mountain and bask in the thin air and the bright sunlight. however, when ice finally began to form on his cool skin, creating delicate patterns, and his eyelashes began to ice over, he figured it'd be good to soak up some warmth from the scorch to get his slowly decomposing muscles to move. he cracked his limbs, the sound echoing over the sandy breeze. there was a lot of pent up air between his joints, and he moved slowly, trudging through the hot and golden sands. humans were right to stay away from his place, as a stench caught his attention. he approached the baking rock without much caution, feeling fully charged and knowing not many would mess with him should he decide it was worth trying to take, whatever it is.
he found a carcass....which wouldn't typically be strange if it weren't for the familiar form. he wrinkled his nose, gazing at the sludge and fat seeping into the rock and nearly sizzling. turning from the melting form of what he assumed was bellarix, he shook his head and gazed around. didn't she mention something like this happening? nothing could really take her down, or so he assumed. he didn't enjoy the thought of losing his companion, as precious as she could be to him. he walked a bit farther, following the scent of stale water, until he found her. she still reeked, but that was to be assumed. he reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small, ironically enough, survival guide he'd pried from a frozen human corpse at the base of his mountain. "bellarix." he rasped quietly, his voice a grating whisper.
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Post by Bellamortix Vipera on Jan 20, 2015 17:42:03 GMT -5
She heard the approach, but it was the shadow that made her frown a little then there was a tap on her forehead accompanied by a familiar voice. The sound it made was one of her many nick names fashioned from the name she had given herself since the death of her humanity. She cracked her one eye open to see a familiar face, then the eye rolled upward to the object on her forehead. A book. A book! She reached for it and twisted herself upright, snatching the thing, not bothering to cover herself.
She immediately flipped through it, touching the pages, the spine the front cover, she sniffed it and then looked at ours deliverer.
"Saaaah, a book you bring me though your face is a gift as well," her tail flicked up near his cheek but smoothed over his shoulder, "tire of your deep freeze?" Her teeth were sharp, voice carrying hints of slur and accent long ago created by her too long tonuge.
She fought the urge to wrap him up in her coils and squeeze the unlife out of him, it wasn't to be malicious, simply that she had just shed and wanted to kill something. He was nice to her these last few years, it might bother her if he stopped moving for good. She pulled her tail back from him to prevent any violence, she rested most of her weight on one arm, book in the other and tilted her head to one side as she realized how he must have found her.
Should she be embarrassed? Such an ancient human emotion, close to shame. She wasn't ashamed to be naked or inhuman, but perhaps the ghastly sight of her shed skin was something to be ashamed of. "You saw my death," she said, referring to the split and melting corpse, "icky no?"
She followed the tilt of her head turning until she was bending over backwards and upside down face still level with his, hugging the book to her chest, gravity pulling her hair away from her empty eye socket, flesh already knotting around it creating a new eye. She smiled playfully, "You have seen my secret, if I could blush, I'd be pink."
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Post by LAZARUS on Jan 20, 2015 17:55:41 GMT -5
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones... he didn't have much use for books, but he knew his companion would enjoy it. he slid his fingers against her tail, a gentle caress that perhaps neither of them deserved, but then again who was he to judge? those rumors that floated around in whispers, that cure for their ailment, people were always willing to feel guilty for the monsters. he pressed his cool lips against her new and smooth skin, enjoying the warm flesh. his own muscles were still mostly frozen and hard to move, so he didn't really try. "after what i've seen, yours is a godsend." he wheezed, his fingertips dancing over every inch of available skin on her body. perhaps that was a lie. her face was pleasant, as was the rest of her, but the true godsend were the humans with wishes for pacts.
"the freeze has proved fruitless for now. no humans with a wish for a pact quite yet." his frown seemed to darken, though his face didn't quite move. his left eye flashed dangerously, the whites turning inky black and the red iris shining. "i find myself restless, and in need of companionship once more." another lie, one more innocent as he didn't mind being alone. he mostly felt the need to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth, and to appreciate a figure that was warm.
"you're death....surprised me. to say the least, it was not as foul as other things i have seen. humans have done much worse." a mixed lie and truth. it was rather repulsive, but that wasn't polite. he had in fact seen what other humans did, and it was by far more disgusting. such rudimentary creatures humans were, so violent. "though you look by far more beautiful than the last time i saw you, dear bella."
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Post by Bellamortix Vipera on Jan 20, 2015 18:43:36 GMT -5
She grinned, it was this flattery that kept him alive, the very reason she didn't kill him a moment ago. "Keep saying things like that capricorn, it warms me too." She called him capricorn for his horns, a strange name she gave him even though she knew what he liked to call himself. Who said you had to call people what they called themselves? Still, being called beautiful was something she would never tire of. His touch had her coiling around him anyway, but not with murderous intent this time. He was cold, like a half thawed piece of meat, squishy on the surface but still chilly.
"You are ice," she said, "but my Sun will warm you," like a cat she leaned into his touches, it wasn't unplesant, but it wasn't arousing either, just nice. From her new positon, a length of tail curled around his lap and she lay against him from behind, breasts pressed into his back. Looking out ahead of them at the water.
"I'm hungry, you are too yes? We should go soon maybe, when you warm."
Her arms wrapped around him, maybe she was trying to warm him too. She knew first hand that being too cold made it hard to move, she disliked following him to the land of snow for that reason. "You tire yourself with these pacts, what is the intrigue?" She asked curiously. His fascination with such a thing was an entire mystery to her. She couldn't spend more than a few moments with a human before being consumed by bloodlust, she couldn't imagine any other pleasure they might offer, but if it was something her companion found value in, perhaps it would at least interest her to learn his reasoning.
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Post by LAZARUS on Jan 20, 2015 19:12:22 GMT -5
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones... he hummed, a deep growling sound that reverberated through his chest. the ice was in fact troublesome at times. it locked up his limbs and required more energy to move, but that energy he could simply absorb through the light. "i am famished. i fear i may soon start starving." he went on food binges with bella, in opposition to continuous hunting. it was more fun to hunt down a group, and he didn't often leave his icy caps as much as he surely should have. "i am close to warm, thanks to your sun. there's a large group moving at the ends of the scorch, we could slaughter them all and eat our fill." he slid his thumb over her bottom lip, grinning briefly in excitement at the thrill of the chase.
he chuckled when she mentioned the pacts. it was always the pacts she was most curious about, and most time she merely shook her head at his antics. "pacts are good fun. we sit here and bore ourselves back to death, but with a human to play with it makes them all the more tender." it was like a long lasting hunt to him. to watch the humans use his powers and fail in their long term goal, and watch the terror in their eyes when they realize he had cheated them, or that their time was up.
"watching humans fail is amusing. watching their pathetic emotions flitter through their eyes is more amusing. watching their arrogance as they assume they've mastered my abilities is by far the best delight, and makes their flesh all the more sweeter."
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Post by Bellamortix Vipera on Jan 20, 2015 20:18:39 GMT -5
"Starving?" Her accent purred into his ears, "starving," she said as if he weren't listening, " We are all starrrving," she emphasized the "r" in the word and groaned, "oh we must break them, bleed them, eat them, oh...drink them!" Each pair of words came out in more heated breaths, moans as if the very words conjured some physical semblance of orgasm. She calmed herself when she felt the book in her hand protest the pressure with a wrinkle forming from her thumb in the cover. It was not unusual for her to work herself up like that, she was slightly insane after all.
"Ahhh, you are missing out with those pacts me thinks..." her eye looked distant, fantasizing, she slithered to one side, laying on her back beside him, tail still wrapping him in its coils, the hot sun warmed her cold blood, energized her. She opened the book to read a random page, didn't matter what it said, her eyes roamed the words anyway. "Then again," she said, placing the open book face down on her belly, "you are cruel in another way, feeding on their suffering and not flesh alone. I am too impatient for that my friend." She sighed, wondering how much the flesh at the nape of his neck would resist before her teeth cut into it.
She parted her lips, she needed to go soon. "Perhaps I will meet you there Capricorn, I feel myself thinking about your flavors aswell." In one smooth motion, she was slithering away from him, not too fast, he could easily catch up to her in a few strides as she headed in the direction of their prey, pausing only briefly to tie the book to her waist with a bit of vine, she would need both her claws too kill of course.
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Post by LAZARUS on Jan 21, 2015 9:00:09 GMT -5
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones... the sun soaked into his skin, warming him rapidly even without the help of the warm echo next to him. he found himself soon able to pick himself up and move freely, unburdened by sore muscles and aching joints. he gazed in the direction his friend had moved, and followed her slithering trail. the scent of blood was heavy, as always seemed around her. to be honest, he was a bit surprised she hadn't taken a chunk out of him yet. she always seemed to catch herself before she could, and he chuckled lowly in thought. how strange it was, two echoes meant to walk amongst the living as monsters should become friends?
his jaw clenched and saliva, cool and buzzing, filled his mouth. there certainly was a large group to pick from, and he stood back as he spotted his friend in hunting mode. stalking the prey of his own choice, two young lovers locked in an embrace as they were surely heading for a dull life in the large dome, though he waited for bella to strike first. the game of cat and mouse was always amusing, and he felt himself begin to vibrate with poorly concealed anticipation.
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Post by Bellamortix Vipera on Jan 21, 2015 9:40:37 GMT -5
Her pupil constricted into a narrow slit upon spotting the group and she almost forgot the one beside her, she snuggled herself against the sands before disappearing into it as if it were water. She could still hear the footfalls through it, though it filled her hears and nose she could still smell them.
Her tail surface on one side of the group, where they seemed to shrink from it and froze, like frightened sheep, only to trip over her tail on the opposite side, they shrank back again and a few started to run away as her coils rose around them, one or two wouldn't matter, she could loose several here, they wouldn't all fit into her coils after all, not at once. Suddenly she sprang from the sands and grabbed a young man, with a loud hiss and tore into his shoulder, swallowing as fast as she could bite, he was screaming and fighting, but he would loose too much blood, feel too much pain, he'd be unconscious in moments. While he still stood, she used his body to launch herself at the next one coiling quickly around them feeling the body break in her grip. She reached and tore off the captured one's cheek, swallowing it with blood covering her chin and chest. She let out a sound somewhere between a shriek and a terrible laugh and made a leap at the next one hitting them square in the back and pummeling them while she clawed at their back.
That was three, but who was counting? Their beating hearts vibrated in her skull like drums, she truly was terrifying in this frenzy, the bodies, oh the bodies. The rich sweet scent of fresh blood and meat and fear; so much fear. There were several still running away and she took after them like a bullet coming up near the side of one where she ripped into the flesh right below the rib cage, a woman screamed something, maybe the name of the person she was eating? He screamed something back with his last breath, how sentimental. She coiled around this one, let him see her, she smiled at him, he looked at her breasts and then her face but couldn't speak. She let out a small giggle and simultaneously crushed and bit him (it almost looked like a kiss, the way she gripped his face....except she was chewing). Four bodies might be enough to eat, and she'd swallow them flesh and bone alike. There'd be nothing left.
Lost in her bloodlust, she kept eating this one, forgetting about the hunt for a moment, they can been caught off guard, she was giving them time to regroup, pull out weapons, then again, an 18 foot snake monster was pretty scary and perhaps they were still too stunned to fight back. She bit and swallowed and bit until she was licking against vertebrae in his neck, tail tightly bound around his body. She was euphoric, she might devour all of them before her frenzy was satisfied. She had to forcibly allow a few to keep running, Lazarus would do with them as he pleased. She indulged herself in a terrifying sight, opening her mouth too wide, extra teeth coming from nowhere and swallowed her prey whole. Her body moved around the mass as if it were filled with razors that cut and ground the body up as it went down, and then returned to her usual feminine figure.
Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open with lust and she pounced an already fallen victim to repeat the swallowing ritual. Her mind was buzzing with pleasures perhaps even Lazarus would have trouble comprehending. As her body crushed the second swallowed victim and returned to it's normal shape, she was covered in red and ran her hands over herself, into her hair. It felt so good! To kill, to eat, to be feared, she let out a sound like a lover in the heat of some great pleasure and struck her first victim again. She licked the bloody cheek, lay atop the body, feeling the exposed skin with her lips and tongue and teeth, she was enjoying this one, savoring him. Utterly distracted from her companion's endeavor. She would finish devouring the man in her clutches before she would even look up.
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Post by LAZARUS on Jan 23, 2015 2:26:49 GMT -5
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones... lazarus didn't mind admitting he might have been sloppier in his endeavors to eat. his frozen bones and sluggish movements became quicker as hunger gnawed at him, urging him to move. he rounded off the remaining humans, confusing them and tripping them with minor injuries, watching bones slide from skin in broken fragments and limbs twist in odd angles. he left the pitiful moaning group and hunted down a slimmer young man, grasping his arm and tugging with little effort. the entire limb came off as he sunk his hungry teeth into the soft and supple flesh, pulling away slowly and relishing in the tearing of the muscles, the stringy mass of flesh quivering with slight resistance until it fell away in a bloody chunk, made sweeter by the terrified and anguished shrieking of its owner.
he took his time, messily tearing layer from layer of skin until reaching the muscles, pulling them string by string and slurping them like spaghetti. he could feel the blood soaking into his clothing, but between the animalistic growls and the distant sounds of his friend's pleasure, it mattered not to him. his teeth pressed down on the bones of his arm, and snapped the fragile human until he went into shock and passed out. the marrow was sweet, just how he liked it as he sucked from the broken section of bone, now ripped gruesomely from the body. next was the stomach, the abdomen split open and the acid sipped slowly, simmering in his own nearly empty one. his lungs were gnawed and pulled apart, the insides swiped clean of clinging molecules of oxygen before the deflated sacs were tossed aside. he left the heart intact, watching the organ struggle to maintain control of the body that was dying.
he devoured the body slowly, bending down and touching his lips to each body part in reverence before tearing it apart. he found the sun close to setting before finally detaching the heart, the organ having stopped pulsing but still warm. sinking his teeth into the juicy organ he stood, swaying and humming with sated hunger.
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Post by Bellamortix Vipera on Jan 23, 2015 14:56:56 GMT -5
She swallowed her last victim, things like shoes and clothes were a hindrance to the flavor of it all, but she couldn't hardly ask that her unwilling victims serve themselves up nude. Speaking of nude, she'd need another bath, splattered with blood as she was one could hardly see her blue violet skin. She touched her lips and then licked them, her long tongue flicking at the air. Her fingers slipped down over her body, smearing the blood and she licked them clean after. She then slid her gaze to the carnage of her companion, what a mess. She thought to leave him alone while he ate, after all, if he interrupted her in the same respect, she'd likely attack him. So she curled her tail around herself to sit and digest, raising her bloodied face to the sun. Her Sun. Yes this whole world, all the stars, the sun, it was all hers, the victims, the other echos, the whispers, they were hers. Or so she imagined and the would be queen just sat a moment to revel in all that was hers. -short  - |
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