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Landed Fish
Who: Orphaner Dualscar, Signless, Expatriate Darkleer
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.
Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.
The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.
Where: The plaza
When: Now! Dualscar is respawning
Style: Prose if that's OK with you guys?
Status: Closed, though I may do an open one or network post or something with DS later.
Dualscar was pretty disoriented as he arrived in the plaza. He fell to his knees, choking on his gasps, his gills opening with a popping sound and his fins stiff with terror as he scrabbled at his own, unmarked throat.
The last thing he remembered was getting his throat ripped out by the Grand Highblood's teeth. It took a few moments for his body to realize that he actually could breathe, and that he wasn't dying horribly.
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Her hands instantly come up, digging her nails into the side of his face, biting down on his lip and sweeping her tongue over the rich purple that spills out. Yes this is okay with her.
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He growls and bites her lip in return. Her blood is filthier than hers, but not so much that he minds drinking it down. His hands slip around her waist, and then his claws dig in at her hips, dragging her against him as he thrusts his tongue into her mouth aggressively.
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"Less than impressive," she deems it, licking some of their mixed blood off her lips. "Too bad. I guess you've deteriorated even more than I thought, old man."
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"Your enthusiasm showws your wwords are lies," he says. "But I havve some other things to take care of at this moment rather than re-initiatin' you into the wworld a adult black romance. Wwe'll meet again, soon."
And he turns without ceremony to walk away, smirking. The truth is that he really needs some time to himself to freak out about his death and work out what's going to happen next. But it provides a pretext for a good exit.
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