The horned beast watched her from across the room, blood-red eyes glowing from the shadows. Pale teeth gleamed menacing in the barely-there light; slick with spittle and flecks of foam, Sasha could see bits of flesh and skin caught in the ragged smile. Coils of obsidian scales arched around the room with deceptive laziness as the snake-like monster shifted.
At the sound of a low, distant buzz, the beast lifted its head. With serpentine grace it unraveled its scaled body, turning its hungry gaze towards he distance for a brief moment before those blood-colored eyes turned back to Sasha. They flared in the low light, flashing with feral excitement.
"They've come ffffffor you, Sassshhhha," it hissed, sounding relatively pleased. "I sssshhhhall feasssst tonight."
The buzz was slowly turning to a roar. Sasha could see a trail of dust in the near distance. It came closer by the second until Sasha realized it for what it was; a motorcycle.
As it drew up close, Sasha caught sight of the sidecar secured to the deadly looking machine. Runes flickered along the body of both bike and sidecar, shifting and pulsing softly. A man, his jean-clad thighs straddling the bike, reached forward with purpose and effectively cut the power. The runes dimmed. Sasha couldn't see who the men were. Their faces were obscured by shiny black helmets and riding glasses. The man leaned back in the seat of the runic motorcycle, hands resting high on his thighs.
"You have something that belongs to us."
The man in the sidecar crossed bony arms across his chest and gave a nod, remaining silent.
The beast shifted, pulsing with nervous agitation.
"You'll have to taaaake her from meeeee," the serpentine beast hissed.
Sasha watched as the men moved in tandem. The man in black on the motorcycle slung his leg over it, moving to stand beside the ride while the man in the sidecar climbed out with a grace that belied his slender form. Almost as if they were part of the same entity, each man removed their helmet. Both men sported identical 5-o'clock shadows.
"Doctor H! Jerry! Wh-what are you--"
"This will not end well for you, beast of darkest hell," Jerry quipped almost poetically, reaching for Roar's desummoned form. He gave the pennywhistle a toot - it sounded strangely like a kazoo - and in the blink of an eye Roar was summoned and placed at the ready. Jerry took off his sunglasses only to reveal a second pair of sunglasses beneath.
The doctor did not summon anything; instead he grew a pair of immense white-feathered wings. The pristine feathers rained down like pale snowflakes, each one shaped different from the last. He levitated up from the ground, majestic and graceful, salt-and-pepper hair whipping in a sudden breeze.
"You are not prepared," H hissed.
Like perfectly honed weapons, Jerry and Doctor H moved together. Roar let out a mighty bellow as Jerry took aim. Rainbows blasted forth from the mouth of the weapon, crashing into the glassy scales of the beast that had Sasha in its clutches. Doctor H held up his hands; they glowed with a shimmering pink light. Two fluffy white kittens appeared which the doctor ruthlessly set on the ground - they toddled forward towards the beast before exploding into a bright, pure light that hurt to look at. Glitter sparkled on the ground beneath the monster - it seemed to eat away at the pitch-black scales of the beast.
The giant hellsnake shrieked, twitching for a brief moment before shuddering, its body moving fluidly as it seemed to disappear from both ends. Sasha was finally free, and she stood in place with her hands clasped to her chest as she watched the serpentine beast morph into a unicorn.
Jerry quickly desummoned Roar, giving the whistle a quick toot before letting the necklace rest against his chest. Both men approached Sasha; with a quick motion she was soon sitting perched atop the unicorn clutching flower-studded reins. Both men remained wordless as they moved back to the runic motorcycle.
They both began singing in the same, rather disconcerting female voice.
"Sasha. Saaa-sha. Good morning, my dove! Good morning, my Sasha!"
"W-wha -- Nona?"
<Good morning, my sweetest bird.> Nona sounded blatantly amused.
Sasha rubbed her eyes with two fists.
<Nona will not ask.> Nona paused, but Sasha could feel her amusement. <Up, up! It is going to be a busy day for us!>
That's.. that's probably for the best.
Nona chuckled musically.
[[photochop by ravv]]
