July 31, 2002at the drive-in [sian-sickboy-desiree][camden drive in]
lean body sprawls (sedated) across the hood of the green (stolen) Chevy, open shirt baring (scar riddled) belly to the dark skies above, half mast eyes gazing a challenge to the stars of which they'd be reflected in - dark past or bright future - or is it the other way aroundthe radio crackles, antenna caught in node between the cities, undecided of which station it prefers, which it will accept clearly; but it matters not to the Galliard in repose, it is simply music, and a slight (coy) smile curves generous mouth as bass thumps through metal against his spine, the treble crawling through (spiderweb) fractures of glass
there is a (deadly) calm, now, amongst the overgrown (forgotten) weeds
Ka-chunka! (Rrrrr.)
Ka-chunka! (Rrrrr.)
Ka-chunka! (Rrrrr.)
RrrrrrRRRRrrrrrR.....Sprawled as he is. [she-is-coiled]steel-toed boots tapping at the edge of the car, where fender screeches lower at her incresing agitation. Scrathed and rippling voices gnawing against her spine like some cancerous malady..
Fuck the cure--I want the sickness.
(desiree lancomb)Steps. Confident and sure, regal, strong, uncarring who may here if.. indeed... they _could_ under the constant noise of dueling radio stations and increasing aggitation... crunch of boots on gravel, short cut through the Drive In, moving...... North.
but beneath the rhythm of Sian's books assaulting the fender, and between the static-drive notes seeping (diseased) from the abused speakers.... the crunch of boots creates an off-beat which mars the smooth soak of music into the Galliard's bones
and a frown begins to replace the relaxation, mismatched eyes opening to search for the cause of such disturbance
"Do you see it, Sian......"
twin destroyers covering each other's backs
Twin halved of a single whole. [But death comes in three's.] And the noice is an arc, a sonic slice against space growing higher until [Bleed my sound.] silence--Her heat flicks toward him and he can the see the svelte line of her body tense in reaction to his words.
Your lightning
[...My thunder.]Confidence never breeds indifference - at least not with her... discrete weapons check as tension starts and sound stops, murmur of voices under thumpthump of bass. Brows lift, and feet continue to move. hands slipped into pockets. She is many things - but right this second, she is woman. alone. in an abandoned drivein. Not necessarily good odds.. (unless, of course, you are Desiree....)
a ripple works down his spine, pine tongue peeking (aroused) between lips to slicken teeth with saliva, watching the tension rise about the woman (alone.... in an abandoned drive in... what odds will you bring me)
"Nice night...."
called out, quietly, into the space between them during a lull in the static laced tunes..... but something tugs at him (a virus beginning its attack) savaging a shockwave beneath his skin when Rage begins flooding the unruly blue in those eyes (purebreed...... shadowlord....mine) and launching the life(death)raft in slow stalk across the sea of gravel
Monster in a cage. Monster in a cage. Monster. in. a. cage. [Un-caged.] A rusted Iron grating smile creaky soundlessly across rounded asiatic features as tongue slides over bone-white teeth. Conflict-mine. Her eyes dagger through him and slide in dripping trail to the girl [Blood calls to..] her head cants a bit as the wind blows ink sttained tresses past (almost-) beautiful features.
"So some would say."
A voice.. cold with the (..power..) that breathes (..breeds..) within, stretching, shoulders rolling under straps of backpack as he (uncoils) and walks (stalks) toward her... fingers slide from pockets (...yours? you'll pay the price...) fingers flex, and slide around straps of pack... dark eyes (fathomless) watching every move... sliding only once to the reclined form still on the car..lips curl in a snarl
"And what would you say of it....gaian mutt."
teeth snapping around the appelation as if it were a bone caught between them, strong jaws intent on crushing the marrow free, fingertips start itching (changing) as talons rupture skin, toxic green dripping to breadcrumb his trail after the woman
Stretch.. Yawn.. scabby ears perk up and with a lazy (continental drift) turn the mutt shifts from its place in the backseat of the (stolen) chevy. sickly green, runny eyes peek out through the rolled down window, at the scene unfolding. a lazy scratch of paw against ear sends quite a few of the scratchy fleas (pets) out the window. The word Gaian perking some interest, but laziness, and the proximity of his pack keeps him in the backseat, for now.
Animal.
Swims through the distance between herself and the pair a soundless interlude--muted bassline. [I said. MINE.] He can feel her behind him the natural force of her motion seeming to case all objects in her radius to [...gravity learned from me.] react with certain predictability.
To everything.
turn.
turn.
turn.There is a season [..for reaping.] a hand sweeps onto his shoulder as if slicing through reality, --her humanity a veil that quivers under UN-natural motion-- to seize apon monstrous shoulder with obvious confidence.
..a time to every purpose.
She chuckles - but there is no mirth. And her pack is slipped off, and hangs swinging from single hand as she locks gaze with the (..abomination...) idiot before her...
"I would say..."
pause.. pack lightly swinging as she continues moving (...but not..away... exactly...) hand slipped into pocket once more - smoothly, easily..
"That it is the perfect night..."
pause again... quick glance around to acertain the placement of the others.. watching the smooth (..seductive - mad) movements of Sian..
"for a lazy, inbred bitch to learn some manners... as your whore there certainly hasn't..."gaze snaps to look up the arm connected by hand to his shoulder [back. off.], the diseased animal in the Chevy all but forgotten (frenzy beginning to boil), rare for the always follower to be so assertive of his own (wants) needs
physical attention drawn by his packmate, it does not stop the fingernails across chalkboard screech from ricocheting in deafening chorus through Desiree's mind
A sigh.... and it skips out of the backseat. draggin its sickening form to Sian's side. Its fur missing in patches, where it has Rotted of his skin. all to dark tounge licking at lips, to leave a slight frothing trail behind. It shakes, fur, fleas, fungus molds and small maggots falling off it like (death) snow on (halloween) christmas. A yip- (Can we join?) -ping question to its packmate. A glance up at the beautiful (deadlyintoxicating) Sian before its resumes its casual watch of his packmate and playtoy.
Back off?
[Halt the tide.]Teeth are bared toward him one fluid inhalation telling her that prey was of HER blood. [Mine.] And fingers drip green fluid small snaking twists of moss-hued smoke rising from dissolving shirt material. That touch is a grip and that grip is a claw-bear-trap tugging at flesh as body [blink. you missed it.] is beast..
Run.
[...shiva comes to unmake the world.]She tightens, jaw clenching as the deafening chorus rains through her mind eyes closing briefly, inhaled determination (..blink.. did she miss it?) and gaze finds the squabbling dueling things. A smirk, and a glance at SickBoy in disgust, and she moves, again... North. Remember?
the silken voice drops to nasty (how dare you) snarl, blue eyes blazing shades of sickening green as bones fracture beneath his skin, black fur slipping through tanned flesh as the beast's monster takes over, shifting, twisting, contorting his body (Father bless me with your agony) mule ears erupting dark horns from homid skull, jaw lengthening into savage (inbred bitchbeast) underbite
a heavy hand swings in backlash, shoving Sian towards and over the mongrel weeping maggots (a sickly cloud it's viral snow), muscle contorting to twist and launch at Desiree, talons bleeding poison aching to taste her flesh around them
A quick jump to the side, a surprised yelp! as it desperatly tries to avoid the oncoming (pushedshowed godess) Sian. Another drawn out sigh, and it begins to trot, and grow, and trot, and grow. The disceased mutt is now a disceased small pony. Its body rugged, still all to thin, and with a bloated belly. Fur fallings off its entire head slowly, pulling with it pieces of skin, giving glimpses of flesh and bone underneath. Its yip turns into a hyenas laugh, as it moves to cut off (north) Desiree. With the shift into Hispo, comes the smell full on. Like rotting garbage and flesh, left to long in the sun (chem waste). It makes the eyes sting, and run, and definatly stops normal noses from working with any effeciency. Its near painful,t hat Stink. Yet to his packmates, its the scent of spiced warm wine, of honey and blessings. The smell of the Black Spiral they have all danced. Its fur is oily, and from its bloated belly, small drops of greenish funhus drops to the gravel below (Sizzling, burning tainting Gaia). Another yip-(Aint going no where Mutt! You his now!)-ping, this time to Desiree as the hispo moves to stand in the way (like a wall... only made of icky slime and not stone, will you try to push through?)
Suprise.
it would be expected from anyone [...ANYONE.] but him. From him she trusted to sate her, fill her, ache her, drain her [Kiss my fist.] She doesn't even fall down but careens on one clawed foot bone stretching to razors which skid...
[Screeeeeeech!!!]
Against old crackled asphalt and that moment turns into color more violent than violet more angry than red [Burn the wax Goddess.]--orange-yellow-White. White hot rage that regurgitated apon itself in stibnk and leap her own half-wolf form leaping apon the form of Gra'ack teeth sinking into his arm and she claws ahainst matted fur and flesh back away--limb still firmly gripped.
She knows - she knows that there will be no easy escape, and when shift snapcrakels and sian scrambles and sickboy smells (good GOD does he SMELL) she is instant flurry in motion.... she does not shift yet (though the call to magic goes out..) she turns, and dives to the side (south you sick bastard) while pack swings to solidly connect with lanching (pulled back to slow with teeth of the shebitch that bites him) Asher's abdomen - and it's no light backpack, but the bottom is lined with brick - a solid kathunk capable of cracking ribs as strap is released and she continues to roll to a crouch, and the shift to Crinos is completed with a snarl...
his Rage screams
spine-chilling howl (belched from the Abyss on a Galliard's silver laden tongue) bellowing as fangs sink through his flesh, the earth and Sian's mind rattling in his (unleashed) fury, ribs snapping beneath the bricks, chest exposed in the backwards arch of his packmate's grip.... Desiree ignored as frustration turns on (beloved) sister, jaws closing across her face, blinding in her blood, blinding her with pain
["......tempt me...." begged the sadist]
pawfeet planting as body begins to shake, whipping Sian off her feet, muscle in his arm tearing, a chunk (gift) rolling across her tongue
["I will show you my pain." replied the masochist]
leaving her taste the desire (bloody lust) the Gaian Lord awoke within
This went south! South real fast! The pony, still (giggling) laughing its hyena's call watches in surprise (amusment?) as Sian goes for Asher. Asher gets smacked, and suddenly reality dawns on the Hispo. He faces a Gaia'n, in crinos, mad as hell, and he is alone. (Like climbing Everest with fishing line and tooth picks) But the Dark Lord doesnt Fail him. The howling (tearingrippingloving) sensation of the spiral coarses through him, as he takes on his most horrid form. Explosion of bones and muscle as the Hispo rises up to stand its full height as the monster from your fathers tales. its head now completely without fur or skin, it is only flesh and bone. Those sickly green eyes Burning from within by unholy fanatical fire. The entire frame of the crinos patched with bloated pus filled soars and blisters. Its claws are dark, purple and cracked, fungus slime seeping from them to drip to the ground. The hyenas laugh turns into a monstrous giggle as it wacthes the Gaia'n. Then, its bloated belly pulsates, and splits open slightly in the middle, as if someone had once cut in an never healing cross straight into his flesh and intestines. Maggots, worms, flies larvae and slime flows slowly out of the cross, to dribble down those powerful legs, tensing to face the pure one. Its jaws open wide, and the giggle becomes a gurgling howl, one dark claw raised to point to Desiree (Flames and fire, come to my call!) As the Plague-bearing metis summons up its dark lord's gifts, to envelop the Gaia'n in sickly green flames, to light fine pelt on fire.
Shake-Shook-Quaked.
Before that rat-trap mind [singular focus.] is battered on all sides with the rush of pain and sensation teeth grinding deeper under the battery of sensory explosion [You woo me skillful lover.] and claws UN-used until this point surge forward pushing away with downward sweeps of toxic-razor-annihlation-steaked motion.
Doggedly teeth never loose.
[...they say I'm like a pitbull.]Riii-(Crack-Oooze-Gush)-iiip.
--his limb removed and they fly backward like tug-o-war released. [sorta like a slit wrist.] His clawed-driopping limb held as she moves toward tthe fleeing crinos who dared DARED hurt Pack. (--mate.) Muscled legs taking off after prey, her insticts caught in the machinery of the chase.
The bastard turns on its bitch, and the northern stinkpot launches sickly green fire and soft fur is singed and burning and jaw cleanches (....resist the pain.. resist the pain.....) and she rolls again from crouch along ground to (stop drop and roll motherfucker) smother the flames and the crouch is gained again, a galance toward the infestation and the fighting twosome... and a glance is all it takes.. she is up - and hauling ass.. (...east...)
mismatched eyes widen (shock, pain, RAGE) fangs tearing across Sian's face (eyes.... cheeks.... nose) as she draws away with his arm, chest torn to ribbons (a present unwrapped) beneath her toxic claws
and the creature falls
brackish blood rains to the ground, soaking Gaia with it's blackened offering, the world spinning in his unbridled hate (the Gaian escapes)
East it goes, but then again, he has no intention of coming to close either. As the huge Diceased Crinos runs, its head is pulled back, mouth open still in that gurgling roar, until with a snap (Crackle & pop) it throws its head forward, spewing, shooting flowing out of its mouth, the inhabitants of its belly, to wash over the back of the retreating pure one (Stop drop and roll that Bitch!) Fungus, slime, larvae, maggots and stomach juices hit like putty, and sticks like glue. Maggots and worms beggining to eat, slime and fungus burning like acid on the singed fur. (Taste the taste of the Dark Blessings of the spiral!) The howl turns into an insane Giggling from the monster's throat as it floods the Gaia'n with its internal toxins. (Melting for my charms are we?)
A howl of pure rage as she is dragged, slowed drugged by the wriggling biting eating filth that now covers her back purity destroyed and even through the rage (...rage!) at the assault she speeds up once more.... ( resist resist.........catch me..)
Bludgeoned.
[Asher's revenge.]Tarred and feathered. (..where is your rail? Oh, wait--) She is fallen prey for bloodthirst dancer who know weilds claw and muscled arm like a clun beating the fleeing dinner into submission her action fevered to heated frenzy of motion [Rage-rage-RAGE-rage-RAGE-rage-RA]that melts between time into a battery of vertical motion and undulating motion [Do you like it rough, i bety you do.] That dispenses with itself iinto the natural furry of blood-blind rage-inspired destroyer.
...we are all enticed by the image of your demise.
[when you GET what you WANT you'll never want it again..]Another howl/giggle and the Crinos once more raises a finger. (You like running? Better watch where you are going!) And as the dark lord's gift once more comes to play, it isnt fire this time. Yet the pill ar of stone that appears an inch before the retreating Crinos's face is all to real, and very very hard indeed. Rage (so little of it left now, precious burning anger!) fueling his body, as he launches himself forward, and upwards. (make sure your trays are in the upright and locked positions, the landing is gonna be painful!) Poisoned claws leading the way, the blisters on his body already quivering with anticipation to release their acidic contents.
There is no escape.
But there is no surrender either....
Eaten by the filthy writhing mess that covers her back, faced with 'club' weilding Sian and pouncing flying sickness she is a mass of snarling fury.
She. will. not. go down easy.. (there is no night to go gentle into.. not for Desiree... not now, not ever...) a roll brings her under flying sickboy as talons lift and rake sickening pusscovered belly further open, bringing her directly to Sian's feet with an elbow connecting solidly to a knee (..shatter...)
she may not survive... but they will not be unmarked...you can't dance the spiral if you can't walk, my Son....
those eyes rolling through this unfocused movie, lightning strike (struck down by the demon goddess) pain ebbing to dull ache as the ribbons of flesh weave their filthy tapestry once more - though the heal is slow (sickening) draining - blood congeals on furry flanks
there's a display in the distance (THUMPsquelchTHUMPsquelchTHUMPsquelchTHUMP), theatrics composed in a fatal dance just for him, the stench fog rolling over the crumbling asphalt as if a machine's special effects, putrifaction tumbling from Sickboy's belly across the struggling Lord
it brings a strange (weary) smile to his bloodslicked lips, the glee in Sian's (vengeful warrior) form, and the creature staggers to its feet once more (do not fail me.... do not fail the Father.....) to join, once more, the battle
The giggle turns into a screech, shattering sanity for what seems like an eternity for the little sick Ragabash, yet, he is pleased. Those claws, raking up his belly releases yet another torrent of pus and bile over the head of Desiree, just as her claws rake and tear the acidic blisters, to let them spray down its contents over the Gaia'n. So much acid and liquid fire drowning the Shadow Lord, so many maggots crawling up into the pure ones nose, ears, mouth, suffocating, eating from within (Taste my pain mutt, feel the blessing of Lady Yul, as it grows, and festers within you, and eats and burns your flesh and bones. Melt melt melt for my charms, the taste of the spiral. ) Yet he feels a twang of loss. The head will not make a very good trophy anymore, not after the bile has done its. This passes through its head in about the same time as its belly is raked open over the cross. It lands in a heap, rolling rolling rolling. Only with the help of its rage does it stumble to unsteady legs, yet its fight is done, and it knows it. It has given its all, and that is currently streaming (burning, melting, eating) down the Gaian's entire upper body. Another soft giggle, causing greenish blood and fungus slimes to pop from between rotted lips. Its up to his pack mates now.Ow. [Oooo. More?] Elbow is grabbed and bent in impossible angle at the beats grip. Talons slipping through fur-muscle and flesh like butter to a hot knife and withheld pressure losses in tide as she is -YANKED!- pulled so gently from her packmate's unintentional shield. Elbow snapping easily under the unrefined power of her motion. [NOW. TESTIFY.] Asher's arm and the woman's own tossed free in the frenzy of claws and teeth that maim with suprising restarint...
Oh savor this one.
[Dance in your blood.]Ow.
Resisting pain is no longer working (it hasn't for a while but the rage that fuels her drives her on) and as arm is tossed aside in frenzy of claws she as one, more, swipe left in her... the writhing mass covering her torso, she throws her arm up and buries talons (..clutch..) just above Sian's (...perfectly imperfect...) right breast, grip failing but (..hotknife through butter) wound isdragged as body failes, tearing huge chunck of skin/muscle unfer her grasp till it hangs free with sickboy's toxins left in slimy trail down Sian's torso from her hands...
and she collapses..
....mother forgive me, for I have sinned....there's a method to the madness
there's a beauty in their souls
there's a dance lead aft in darkness
there's a sinner who dies in its throeshe stops, just shy of the splatter, just out of Sian's frenzied range, weight weaving unsteadily on his feet in witness of this (her) bloody glory (kali who bathes in supplicant's blood) - a shine begins, boiling deep behind uneven eyes, as he if can see the spirit of the Gaian Lord dissolving beneath the (fetid, furious) hunger of Sickboy's children
broad skull lifts, jaws gaping as bone-chilling howl erupts from his throat
[never fail me]
the Father will be proud
As she succumbs Sian frenzy softens her chest heaving with the gash aboves her breast [..once I had a heart--no. Thats a lie.] And reaching down she grabs the nigh unconscious Gaian by the throat maggots and bilesliding over her wrist and lifts the dangling thing up--
Jesus gave me a future.
...and I protect it with fire.-tossing it to the feet of her packmates and she sinks the ground her sleek form already shifting down so that she might rub the blood against her bare skin. An obsidian cast almond eye shifts from Sickboy to linger apon Asher.
[Sorry.]
It takes but a moment, but the horrid crinos raises his muzzle, and erupts in a howl of victory with his packmate. But it last's not for long. with the frenzied hunger few would appreciate, SickBoy darts in, and poison claws tear the entire left leg from the dying Gaia'n before it has a chance to shift down, and it begins to tear large pieces of burnt, slimy flesh from the bones, backing off from its other packmates. Hunger burning like frenzy in its eyes. It takes its spoils from the fallen one, leaving the rest for his packmates (Wanna taste the crawling death inflicted upon the Gaia'n?) Chew chew gobble tear rip chew chew.....
If not unconscious already, the ripping of her leg from her body finishes the job, femoral pulse expelling remaining life from the fallen lord... she came, she did not conquer, but all bear her scars... (Hail Gaia mother of all)
...and the soul watched slides away....
With his spoils, he retreats back to the chevy, shifting down into the lupus form, to jump into the backseat once more, this time carrying his dinner with him. The pleased sounds of munching can be heard for quite a while. Outside, the magots and slime left behind in SickBoy's wake slowly dissolve into dark stains, or sink into the ground, to taint the mother some more. (No loose ends...)
the howl breaks (pained.... tired.... but victorious) sinking to crouch beside the body, though he does not partake of the Gaian.... allowing Sickboy and Sian (brother, sister, lover, family) to take their (pleasure) fill
her glance barely found in the draining focus of the world, held for only the shortest second.... soon his body drags (aching) to gather the torn away limb, walking with it back towards the car, collapsing into the passenger's seat (the Chevy groaning on its shocks like a bed beneath a lover's passion)
She is left on the asphalt.
Bloody scars (...dripping like jewelry.) forggotten as she glistening remains where she is for a moment with a heated snort. Sullen. Moments pass before she finally pours on corded muscle to her feet and makes her way toward the truck her hands gripping the passenger window as she leans in..
That silent stare.
mismatched eyes open, slowly, watching the silent stare (just what would you say if you could speak.....) as bones break to become human once more - a thumb wipes (slowly) across the mangled tendons of where once his arm connected
reaching, smearing the (his) crimson across the plump flesh of lower lip
a twisting of gore covered form to slide into the driver's seat [get in] and crank the key, a final glance to where the body absorbs, gaia's chosen reduced to a bitter black memory
(in order to be reborn, we must first be destroyed)
Posted by asher at July 31, 2002 12:00 AM
CommentsWhat a load of Crap!!!!!
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