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 Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 10:55 am
His arm was on fire and he could feel it spreading through his veins. In the back of his head, something was pushing against his thoughts trying to come to the surface-- it was a name, he thought, but couldn't be sure because his arm burned and all he could think about was pain.
"s**t, s**t, ********." Noah -- Gomorrrah, the voice kept insisting at him -- felt his head spin, nausea threatening to take over and leave him retching in the streets. Luckily for him, Paul was moving to yank the b***h off of him, her hiss of pain echoing in his ears.
Except....Except Paul was nowhere to ******** be found. Panic swelled in his chest first, then accusation hit him.
Did the ******** leave without him?
That didn't make any ******** sense at all. Paul wouldn't leave him anywhere where there was danger. His husband was protective of him to an extreme and to be left alone...it was disorienting even if the pain in his arm wasn't clouding his thoughts. "P-paulie?" He whimpered, staggering forward off the wall, staff barely grasped in his hand. "Where'd you go?"
He didn't get to say anything else because a thrashing tail caught him in the gut and sent him back against the wall, where he stayed, slumped over.
Now that one of those pesky pages were taken care of, the youma could deal with her other pest. Medi's fingers were clawing at the arm that grasped her hair, her snakes desperately trying to bite themselves free. Her body coiled, tail drawing up to smack at the man trying to beat her.
"Ssstupid human"
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 11:31 am
The snake released her mouth from around the redhead's arm and Sodom was ready for her attention - that is, until he heard that soft, pitiful sound that called out to him.
"P-Paulie?"
His heart sank into the depths of his stomach as a chill snaked its way across his body.
Noah.
The a*****e with the stick was the same one he'd grown up alongside, the same man he'd gone to school with, the goddamn sonofabitch he'd ********' married. He couldn't explain it - there was no logical way to explain it - but the page just somehow knew that the redhead was his husband, falling against the wall as he crumpled into a heap like a broken ragdoll.
Eyes narrowed at the sight, brain shoving aside the painful nails digging into his skin as he watched for signs of life from the fallen man. Nerves shrieked and wailed, adrenaline coursing through his system as his head started growing light.
Just another... one more moment... there.
The broken form let out a labored exhale. He was alive, thank christ.
Another forceful yank of the tiny snakes had his own attention turning back to the monster, hands and arms now covered in tiny (and not so tiny) streaks of blood, the painful bite marks throbbing. Her comment didn't phase him but eyeing the tail hovering nearby did heighten his awareness. He was used to men with knives, men with guns - not men with ******** tails that whipped around.
Still, his heart raced and the euphoric feeling had already begun washing over him. He usually avoided fighting chicks but when said chicks were half animal, well, he'd make a special exception.
"Come on snake, let's rattle."
A rough laugh slipped out of his mouth as he worked to shove her head down, connecting with his raised knee.
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 12:04 pm
Gomorrah didn't move, outside of the slight rise and fall of his chest.
The creature that had attacked them however was still full of life and capable of moving about. She hissed, all of her snakes raising to accompany her where they were able. Human hands clawed at whatever body part she could find.
"Ssstupid, man," she managed to hiss, lashing out with her tail just as he forced her head down. Despite her efforts to break free his grip was too strong, so she opened her mouth and sought to bite** the man's leg.
If she was going down, it was not without enducing him pain.ghouliboo see snake bite and also probs wrap us up~
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Posted: Thu Nov 16, 2017 12:58 pm
The impact of the tail across his back was only dwarfed by the growing pain in his leg as the she-b***h's teeth cut past the fabric of his slacks (since when had he been wearing slacks, exactly?) and burrowed into his flesh. The burn was incredible, like fire consuming his veins and for a brief moment Sodom was afraid that he'd end up inadvertently releasing his hold of the snake's head.
Gritting his teeth, fingers shoved forward and gripped the scalp of the monster's head. As she wriggled and made motion to move away, he did the only thing he could think of: he twisted her skull.
There was a sickening snap and the medusa woman's body went still. All of the snakes, their "mother" included, froze in place and before he could react, everything went ashen. What was once firm and fleshy turned into specks of grey, dissolving within his grip and leaving him alone in the dirty alley with a passed out redhead and soot-covered palms.
Collapsing to his knees, he could feel the energy drain from him as Sodom slipped away, leaving behind an exhausted, bloody Paul. His leg still throbbed, the pain excruciating enough to steal his breath away but neither his leg nor the countless bites on his hands and arms kept him from turning towards the slumped figure against the wall.
Slowly he crawled his way over to where the page sat, blood streaking the filthy ground as the twin holes in his leg continued to ooze, bleeding through his jeans. Shaky hands reached for the taller man, tugging him close as Paul took his seat alongside him, against the wall.
It took a few minutes for the venom's burn to subside, Paul cradling his spouse while his battered body fought through the pain. Rough hands did their best to be gentle, using his jacket to wipe off the remains of vomit and blood where he found it.
Finally, when he felt he'd summoned enough strength to stand, he rose from the ground and grappled with the younger man's form, careful as to not drop him, despite the weariness in his arms screaming as he struggled with the weight. Chapped lips pressed against his forehead and he hoisted the limp body up, readjusting himself.
"Let's get you home, kiddo."
Somewhere along the way back, the shroud of Gomorrah slipped away, leaving behind two confused, worn down husbands and one very ruined birthday evening.
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