Into the Wastelands

He chuckled deeply, turning his hand to cup around her back, laying her upon his large hand. He brought his left index finger and pressed it upon her stomach, pinning her down. Now that he had a proper look at her... it was now time for a proper feel. He chuckled as he brought his left thumb and index finger up to the corners of her large breasts, pressing them together and spreading them apart, tightening and then widening her cleavage from the cutout of her tight black dress. The breasts themselves were soft and supple, and he enjoyed toying with them as much as he had enjoyed torturing the young woman which he held. "Heh-heh-heh... plump and springy!" he exclaimed delightfully.

She writhed in the palm of his hand trying to pull away from his probing invasive touch "get off me you monster!" she squealed as she struggled her movements causing her skirt to ride up revealing more of her long legs. She tried rather pitifully to push the ogre's hand away as he prodded her with an obviously gleeful expression "let me go you brute!" She finally spotted one of the bullet holes in it's hand and punched at it as hard as she could!

Belladonna wrote:She writhed in the palm of his hand trying to pull away from his probing invasive touch "get off me you monster!" she squealed as she struggled her movements causing her skirt to ride up revealing more of her long legs. She tried rather pitifully to push the ogre's hand away as he prodded her with an obviously gleeful expression "let me go you brute!" She finally spotted one of the bullet holes in it's hand and punched at it as hard as she could!

He enjoyed her squeals and pitiful writhing. He rubbed her large (but small compared to his size) breasts harder; his rough skin abrasive against her dress, dragging it with her bobbling bosom as he rubbed her rougher and rougher; her abasing actions fuelling his desire to probe her further! That was when she slammed against his wounds, and instead of making things better, it made things worse for her as he squeeezed tightly around her, her knees prodding out from his lower hand and her head leaning back against his upper hand with a face of contorted pain! He clenched his teeth tightly. "Why....you..." He then had a pleasant idea. He still needed to probe her body, feel her contours and curves. He also wondered how the mortal tasted. Smiling cruelly, he let out his long snaking tongue from his toothy maw, curling around her neck with the forked tongue before he slowly let go, the tongue curling around her and dragging her towards his mouth! She would hardly have any time to scream before sharp jaws pressed moderately against her mid-torso; her lower abdomen, ass and long sensual legs poked out from his lower jaw. His tongue pulsed, pulling and pushing against her breasts, face and upper torso and shoulders, coating her with dark-almost black saliva that soaked through her blouse and filled the crevice of her cleavage as well as cause her rouge and mascara to run down her face; the blood that had stained her lips was also washing away from his tongues assault.

Outside, his hand grabbed her left leg, letting the right leg do as it pleased. His fingers squeezed against her calves and slowly pinched up her thigh, pushing away the skirt so his thumb could enter as his fingers pressed against the cheeks of her ass, pushing them together in a similar manner to that as he had with her breasts, though occasionally his thumb would run between her legs and against the folds of her sex. He knew that mortal woman had a sensitive spot somewhere down there, but he didn't want to let her enjoy his torturing groping fingers yet, so he would only playfully drag the nail of his thumb around her clothed clit before bringing the thumb back to her hips. He squeezed her thighs together and rubbed her ass again before repeating the process to her sex yet again, if not a little more slowly.

She tried to scream to cry out but when she opened her mouth her protests were muffled and she got a mouthful of vile tasting saliva for her troubles. Bella writhed as the tongue forced its way between her breasts the two points wrapping around each orb squeezing, tasting them and pulling them free from the flimsy outfit she was wearing. The nylon of her stockings which had so far surprisingly remained intact surrendered as the ogre's rough hand gripped her left leg several runs travelling from the top of her stocking down to her ankle as she struggled against it's grip. Her wriggling increasing as it stroked between her legs it's fat thumb rubbing over her sex, even as it's teeth pressed on her midrift.

Belladonna wrote:She tried to scream to cry out but when she opened her mouth her protests were muffled and she got a mouthful of vile tasting saliva for her troubles. Bella writhed as the tongue forced its way between her breasts the two points wrapping around each orb squeezing, tasting them and pulling them free from the flimsy outfit she was wearing. The nylon of her stockings which had so far surprisingly remained intact surrendered as the ogre's rough hand gripped her left leg several runs travelling from the top of her stocking down to her ankle as she struggled against it's grip. Her wriggling increasing as it stroked between her legs it's fat thumb rubbing over her sex, even as it's teeth pressed on her midrift.

He suckled her exposed breasts, their meaty forms seeming almost larger now that their flimsy but remarkably tight and resistant outfit. He was sure men would have loved to rub their own tongues over such succulent and lithe mounds, but not to the manner that he was ravaging them for! The puckered nipples that was at the centre of each mound rubbed against his tongue like a hard stone, the breasts were pulled and pushed, lathered and then suckled again. He continued to rub her rump as he did this, and showed a level of dexterity whilst doing it. Her struggles and screams were divine, and after a minute or two longer of this torture he unravelled his tongue from her upper body. His fingers which had been assaulting her rump wrapped around her, his index finger splaying between the valleys of her ass, while his thump pressed around her crotch, and then he pulled her from his maw. He held her up this way, looking at the slobbery woman he had half-coated with dark brackish slime. Her breasts, the cheeks of her face, neck and upper abdomen were raw from his abrasive tongue. Her hair clung to her skull and neck, her pallid flesh glistening in the light and now free of containment, her exposed bosom bounced and jiggled buoyantly without restraint as he held her above him, allowing her to look at him and he at her. He absolutely enjoyed this delicious mortal, but it was as they say, time to get down to business. He smirks. "Well my dear... after a thorough...investigation, I have determined you a ten star dish! Hehehe, not like anyone will get the chance to enjoy you... and not much will remain of you when I'm finished either I'm sure." he says licking his sharp pointed teeth. "Oh... it was a pleasure, I hope you squirm and scream like you had on the way down!" he says widening his mouth, giving her a full lit view of his sweaty maw. While she had been inside it for the brief time, it had been dark and almost featureless. Before her was a velvet red chasm with a pitch black and moist chasm in the back that was completely revealed by the afternoon light!

His tongue folded and flopped, beckoning her in, wanting to engulf her fully. He swings her back and forth upon his hand, her back arching backwards before her upper body bent forwards and then she arched back again as he readied to toss her in! "Hahahahahaha!" he laughed, squeezing her woman hood just before he let go, sending her somersaulting through the air, and towards his large, gaping wide mouth!

She was horrified as she stared into the monster's maw, the tongue almost reaching out for her the soft palate flapping beyond, the thick strands of black saliva stretching between the upper and lower jaws. Then almost before she'd had time to scream she was tossed towards the gaping maw, the ogre's taunting words still ringing in her ears. She tried to grab hold to stop herself but the teeth all angled back and even the tusks were slippery with saliva. As much as she struggled she couldn't stop herself sliding towards the back of the monsters mouth and the dark gullet that awaited her there! Bella writhed in desperation her shapely legs kicking frantically but she still slipped over it's tongue and towards its throat seeming to her to all occur in slow motion.

When it was lit, the Ogre's mouth was a pink and scaly slobbery mess. His forked tongue whizzed and snaked, slapping against the tasty woman's back as she struggled; at one point she had flipped around and rolled with her back upon the tongue in the dangerous far reaches of his jaws. She now was now getting a horrid look of the yawning maw she was within, the black saliva pushing her further and further back; daylight was being swallowed by these jaws, but they were beginning to close:



She was kicked back again by the powerful forked tongue, just as the jaws closed and darkened her vision and sequentially closing her out from the world.

Zshar moaned as he squished and munched Bella toothlessly with his tongue and upper palette. "Mmmm...*munch munch munch*Very tasty." he mumbled, the woman pinned by his groping and suckling tongue, saliva covering her body and draping her silky dress's remains with thick black saliva, the tongue slipping between her dress's openings and clapping against the flesh of her belly and of the delicious succulent orbs of her breasts and ass. She was turned around again, her delicious breasts laying upon his tongue like an unfortunate slimed pinup angel who was laying upon a satin blanket. However there was no camera, and no one was going to be able to view this performance. She wiggled, writhed and screamed and gagged upon his saliva, only making her struggling form more and more slick and slippery. Outside again, Zshar's jaws were watering, his mouth filled with such a delightful and joyous snack; and unbeknownst to him, one of the woman's ankles was protruding out from his mouth behind the large tusks. He was quite happy to find such a delightful and meety feast.

He leaned his head back, her body's textures and taste filled him with a pleasurable ecstasy. Her lithe and full of life form squirming, panicking and then he opened his jaws, her heels disappearing into the void as he closes his mouth and swallowed deeply. Guh-Lmmphfkkk

His throat swelled, a roundish lump that quickly was there and then it wasn't. He blinked his eyes, licking his toothy lips with his long forked tongue, his hand descending and scratching the space above his rounded stomach, and inside him, he could feel her plop into his stomach. A crooked sneer appeared upon his lips. A bubbling sensation, a wet belch erupting from deep within him and rolling out of his jerked open maw. He closed his eyes, letting out a content sigh as well. "Hmpf.... I wish I could have seconds. Definitely a ten star feast if I ever had one." he says patting his stomach which bounced and jiggled and waved with loose un-muscular flesh. Somewhere within that stinking green scaly and putrid body, Bella was in the dark and the inescapable stench.

As the jaws closed her world went dark, she thrashed wildly kicking out at the ogre's teeth even as she began to fill it's throat. The throat was much tighter, she tried to scream but her cries were stifled with a foul mouthful of black saliva and then it's rippling oesophagus squeezed onto her head and shoulders! The smiley walls pressed tightly against her features and then with a surge dragged her in, her breasts where squashed together and another ripple urged her deeper. Belladonna's calves pumped up and down in the relatively spacious maw as she was swallowed alive. Then with another surging rippling gulp the monster's gullet pulled her in and drove her towards it's stomach. She squished against a tight sphincter and for a second her writhing form was held in the ogre's chest cavity. Until the sphincter recognised food and sprung open letting her drop into the foul dark pit of the ogre's stomach. She splashed into a frothy gloop of digestive enzymes, a foul stench of partially digested food assailed her nostrils. Struggling she tried to stand to find a means of escape in the darkness, but as she clawed at the fleshy walls in total darkness her reward was an ominous rumble that seemed to come from all around!

Zshar looked around him, noting the fire that had engulfed the rider's bike was now smoldering, and he sneered again as he felt the rider's struggles and fluttering movements occurring in his gut. He salivated again, wishing he could swallow the woman again, she had been quite delicious. He let out another wet belch, and slapped his preexisting pot-belly with both hands with a hearty smack, causing the stomach to ripple with his slaps. "Hahaha, one of these days, I'm just gonna find a village and 'relocate' the villagers heh heh heh..." he chuckled cruelly, and began walking towards his club.

Within him, Bella was struggling against the torrent of his stomach acids, but found the gut itself large and explorable despite the darkened conditions. Ahead of her, she could actually see a large, corroded steel like object sticking up from the pool of acids. She could see it had been in his stomach for quite a while, and even upon closer inspection that it had door's and lights. As soon as the other end of the carriage popped up from the acid pool was she able to tell what it was. Nearby, the bones of creatures and humans floated on top of the acidic bath that Bella was also being subjugated to. But what would catch Bella's eyes more was that the interior of the carriage was lit, and the glass windows were still intact if not a bit foggy. Long streaks of blond hair could be seen and Bella had already swam up and tried the doors, managing to open one of them and when she did bile flooded out over her knees and mixed with the stomach contents below.

A concentrated scent of rot wafted over Bella, wrinkling her nose and causing her to cough and choke miserably. Sitting in one of the seats, was a half-decomposed corpse of a blond woman in a long and silky white gown with a white fur boa wrapped around her neck. Her long straight blond hair was curled at it's ends, and a belt tied her to her seat between the folds of her deflated lumps of her breasts. The dead woman's mouth was ajar and her mummified features in a gaping scream that could never be heard again; her facial expression still present after the months? The years? of her body stuck inside the metal death trap, and having been in constant fright up to the last moments of her life. Suddenly, the acid began to rise again, it's stinging film was scorching Bella's left heel and was working it's way up her nylons. From her nylons, the acid was coming up to her upper thighs, and she had the choice of closing the door or keep swimming outside the carriage, however the carriage too was beginning to sink amidst the waves again, the mummified partially digested corpse leaned forward against the mildewed seats and an ancient bottle of champagne skittered across the floor, between the rises and falls it had since the poor woman had been digested, carriage and all. Bella's legs were becoming pink with the acid eating away her nylons, the rest of her body was also singed red from the irritating acidic bile.

The stomach acids burned her where ever they touched her. The dead woman's face was etched in her memory even as the vehicle sank! She didn't want to suffer like that with a chill she knew this was the end for her, she would die here no matter what she did. Either writhing in agony digested alive or fast, painless on her terms. Struggling to remain standing as the acids rose around her legs melting her nylons and her skin with equal ease the assassin took one of her P220's from her shoulder holster. Struggling to grip the slimy pistol butt, which in itself was already being corroded by the digestive gloop she placed it against her head. Her lips muttered a few words "I hope I give you indigestion you bastard!" and then she squeezed the trigger.
The retort of the pistol would be just a dull thud to the outside world. The bullet blew her brains out, the red and grey splattered against one wall of the stomach and sprayed as a fine layer over the pool of digestive enzymes. By the time Belladonna's lifeless frame had slipped into the digestive gloop all trace of the blood splatter was gone. Her body sank into the acids slowly breaking down to become a nutritious soup for the ogre to absorb!

Shamu stood atop a large rocky outcrop in the desert sands, her tanned skin gleamed with beads of sweat that accentuated her curves. Her sandy blond hair held in the ponytail waved in the desert gusts, and her gold metallic fingertips gleamed. "Hm... I'm sure there's no one who's crazy enough to travel these wastelands to hunt lil old me and the bounty I've racked up." she purrs, laying upon her chest her legs kicking up and her tail snaking. "Mmmmm~" she hummed.

Korwa, or as she was called by some she was close with, 'Koko', sat at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the desert. Her slender legs pumped freely and her ears twitched atop her head. The beast kin race had the benefit of Animal abilities, like natural weapons, enhanced strength, hearing, sense of smell, reflexes and sight, to name a few. She was, however, slightly different. She had the benefit of being created by the War Goddess Hazoria, thus with some divinity inside her, was immortal--in some ways. She had the benefit of never ageing and catching any sort of illness or blight. Not to mention, she does have some purification abilities and the like thanks to her origin. But for all intents and purposes, she was created by Hazoria as a personal tailor and retainer. She designed the War Goddess's various outfits and when she vanished she took the liberty of scattering the artefacts across the planet.

Though, 'Koko' did that centuries ago. Without the ability to serve her Mistress, she travels the seas, plains, forests and wastes honing her technique, and looking for a worthy apprentice. Right now, she watched as the woman in black was devoured helplessly by the giant beast which now trudged its way back to his lair. She shrugged, sighing. She had just happened upon the scene but it was already too late for the woman, she could hear her heart beat fade to the void and thus, lending a hand was pointless now. Unlike Hazoria, she didn't jump at the opportunity to fight every vile creature, but it would have been for naught had she slain the Ogre and cut his belly open. She would have just been bones anyhow.

Sighing, she continues to draw though, somewhat inspired by the womans attire and the Ogre's armour. She drew a feral looking armoured dress, but she was slowly losing interest and debated leaving. She couldn't imagine how it was to be digested alive. Such a sad way to go, only to end up as poop later.

(OOC: I'll post as Edgar)

Edgar was hovering high in the sky, surveying this strange land as he thought about his next moves against the Horde. His eyes caught sight of events below, and frowned deeply. He had to make sure not to interfere in mortal affairs as much as was feasable, but the events still struck a bad nerve with him.

Even this worlds guardians and their creations did not protect the mortals from the predations of the monsters and demons that became native to this world... Where it not for the Horde, and Ed had been born to this world, he would have done what he could to protect the innocent, just like he did back home, on Earth. He was a stranger here though, and had no right really to pass judgement on the demi-god's choice.

But that didn't mean he would not let her know of his opinion.

he projected his voice loudly to Korwa's ears. "Yet another life lost that you could have saved..."

Darkstorm Zero wrote:(OOC: I'll post as Edgar)

Edgar was hovering high in the sky, surveying this strange land as he thought about his next moves against the Horde. His eyes caught sight of events below, and frowned deeply. He had to make sure not to interfere in mortal affairs as much as was feasable, but the events still struck a bad nerve with him.

Even this worlds guardians and their creations did not protect the mortals from the predations of the monsters and demons that became native to this world... Where it not for the Horde, and Ed had been born to this world, he would have done what he could to protect the innocent, just like he did back home, on Earth. He was a stranger here though, and had no right really to pass judgement on the demi-god's choice.

But that didn't mean he would not let her know of his opinion.

he projected his voice loudly to Korwa's ears. "Yet another life lost that you could have saved..."

Her ears didn't deceive her, and she looked up at the hovering man. She could sense he wasn't like most beings, though he did have a handsome human form. Smiling, she cocked her head to the left. "If I had arrived earlier, perhaps I could have. Alas, it isn't worth becoming Ogre poo if the victim is already dead." she voiced her own opinion. "Besides, I'm not really one to pick fights~" she says arms wide open shaking her head and with her eyes closed. As she opened her eyes, she placed her hands down upon the rocky surface of the cliff and kicked her long legs and sexy thighs up, performing a handstand before gracefully letting her heeled boots fall upon the rocky surface, exposing a lack of a certain attire briefly towards the man above her before her dress fell back into place, and she raised her torso standing straight up. Her large breasts bounced behind the strapless dress of her own design and she clapped her hands free of dust. She glanced back up at him, narrowing her eyes. "I'm a lover not a fighter...well, at least that was my original personality. Over the years, I've learned a few techniques that my former Mistress would most certainly be proud of. Though, admittedly, like you, she'd be disappointed I didn't help the mortal when she was still clinging to life. But again, Ogre poop, I don't really strive to become it~" she says bringing the back of her left wrist and suppressed a giggle with it.

Korwa wrote:Her ears didn't deceive her, and she looked up at the hovering man. She could sense he wasn't like most beings, though he did have a handsome human form. Smiling, she cocked her head to the left. "If I had arrived earlier, perhaps I could have. Alas, it isn't worth becoming Ogre poo if the victim is already dead." she voiced her own opinion. "Besides, I'm not really one to pick fights~" she says arms wide open shaking her head and with her eyes closed. As she opened her eyes, she placed her hands down upon the rocky surface of the cliff and kicked her long legs and sexy thighs up, performing a handstand before gracefully letting her heeled boots fall upon the rocky surface, exposing a lack of a certain attire briefly towards the man above her before her dress fell back into place, and she raised her torso standing straight up. Her large breasts bounced behind the strapless dress of her own design and she clapped her hands free of dust. She glanced back up at him, narrowing her eyes. "I'm a lover not a fighter...well, at least that was my original personality. Over the years, I've learned a few techniques that my former Mistress would most certainly be proud of. Though, admittedly, like you, she'd be disappointed I didn't help the mortal when she was still clinging to life. But again, Ogre poop, I don't really strive to become it~" she says bringing the back of her left wrist and suppressed a giggle with it.

Edgar grunted slightly as the nekomimi responded to him. He lowered down towards the ground to speak to her properly, now that he had initiated conversation. But stopped and stuttered a little when she breifly flashed him, and looked away, his shades hiding his blush at the lack of modesty.

Ed began noticing certain trends in the few weeks he had been on Galivan, and that is that certain people, and especially even demi-humans, had a certain lack of modesty at times. He certainly remembered certain nekomimi having especially vivacious personalities. but the phenomenon certainly wasn't limited to them. Ed was still very much naive about many societal customs and norms of this world.

When Korwa got back to the topic at hand, Ed looked back at her and lowered himself to the ground. He easily stood a good few feet taller than her. "I've experienced that once in my lifetime, and I admit, that once was enough. Though not necessarily an Ogre... Mine was a demon snake. I got it slow and painful, and I couldn't escape because she had me paralysed through her venom that shut my powers down."

His head straightened up and began to look around. "We are not alone..."

Edgar Holden wrote:

Korwa wrote:Her ears didn't deceive her, and she looked up at the hovering man. She could sense he wasn't like most beings, though he did have a handsome human form. Smiling, she cocked her head to the left. "If I had arrived earlier, perhaps I could have. Alas, it isn't worth becoming Ogre poo if the victim is already dead." she voiced her own opinion. "Besides, I'm not really one to pick fights~" she says arms wide open shaking her head and with her eyes closed. As she opened her eyes, she placed her hands down upon the rocky surface of the cliff and kicked her long legs and sexy thighs up, performing a handstand before gracefully letting her heeled boots fall upon the rocky surface, exposing a lack of a certain attire briefly towards the man above her before her dress fell back into place, and she raised her torso standing straight up. Her large breasts bounced behind the strapless dress of her own design and she clapped her hands free of dust. She glanced back up at him, narrowing her eyes. "I'm a lover not a fighter...well, at least that was my original personality. Over the years, I've learned a few techniques that my former Mistress would most certainly be proud of. Though, admittedly, like you, she'd be disappointed I didn't help the mortal when she was still clinging to life. But again, Ogre poop, I don't really strive to become it~" she says bringing the back of her left wrist and suppressed a giggle with it.

Edgar grunted slightly as the nekomimi responded to him. He lowered down towards the ground to speak to her properly, now that he had initiated conversation. But stopped and stuttered a little when she breifly flashed him, and looked away, his shades hiding his blush at the lack of modesty.

Ed began noticing certain trends in the few weeks he had been on Galivan, and that is that certain people, and especially even demi-humans, had a certain lack of modesty at times. He certainly remembered certain nekomimi having especially vivacious personalities. but the phenomenon certainly wasn't limited to them. Ed was still very much naive about many societal customs and norms of this world.

When Korwa got back to the topic at hand, Ed looked back at her and lowered himself to the ground. He easily stood a good few feet taller than her. "I've experienced that once in my lifetime, and I admit, that once was enough. Though not necessarily an Ogre... Mine was a demon snake. I got it slow and painful, and I couldn't escape because she had me paralysed through her venom that shut my powers down."

His head straightened up and began to look around. "We are not alone..."

From the plateau behind them, a dust devil kicked up, and then revealed the tall slender woman. She looked odd, with a swishing red tail behind her, and a set of 'horns' on her head. Her large red eyes scanned the two individuals over. One was a bit taller than her, and she could've mistaken him for another of her species, but he lacked the features she had. The other was a nekomimi or kitsune, it was hard to tell with a lack of a tail present.

Dyzz's blonde hair swayed behind her, and she bit her lower lip as her stomach growled. She reached up, her claw like fingers indenting her suit beneath her breasts, and she felt hunger overwhelm her attempt at being cordial. She had escaped, made it this far but... there wasn't a thing in this forsaken wasteland that was edible for her. Except... these two. The man would be tougher to consume, due to his bulk. The female beast kin however...

She took a few steps forward. "This wasteland...is such a formidable environment." she says, feeling another hunger pain. Groooooan.... She licked her dry lips, and blinked with her innocent doe like eyes. "It's rather unfortunate...."

Dyzzhx wrote:

Edgar Holden wrote:

Korwa wrote:Her ears didn't deceive her, and she looked up at the hovering man. She could sense he wasn't like most beings, though he did have a handsome human form. Smiling, she cocked her head to the left. "If I had arrived earlier, perhaps I could have. Alas, it isn't worth becoming Ogre poo if the victim is already dead." she voiced her own opinion. "Besides, I'm not really one to pick fights~" she says arms wide open shaking her head and with her eyes closed. As she opened her eyes, she placed her hands down upon the rocky surface of the cliff and kicked her long legs and sexy thighs up, performing a handstand before gracefully letting her heeled boots fall upon the rocky surface, exposing a lack of a certain attire briefly towards the man above her before her dress fell back into place, and she raised her torso standing straight up. Her large breasts bounced behind the strapless dress of her own design and she clapped her hands free of dust. She glanced back up at him, narrowing her eyes. "I'm a lover not a fighter...well, at least that was my original personality. Over the years, I've learned a few techniques that my former Mistress would most certainly be proud of. Though, admittedly, like you, she'd be disappointed I didn't help the mortal when she was still clinging to life. But again, Ogre poop, I don't really strive to become it~" she says bringing the back of her left wrist and suppressed a giggle with it.

Edgar grunted slightly as the nekomimi responded to him. He lowered down towards the ground to speak to her properly, now that he had initiated conversation. But stopped and stuttered a little when she breifly flashed him, and looked away, his shades hiding his blush at the lack of modesty.

Ed began noticing certain trends in the few weeks he had been on Galivan, and that is that certain people, and especially even demi-humans, had a certain lack of modesty at times. He certainly remembered certain nekomimi having especially vivacious personalities. but the phenomenon certainly wasn't limited to them. Ed was still very much naive about many societal customs and norms of this world.

When Korwa got back to the topic at hand, Ed looked back at her and lowered himself to the ground. He easily stood a good few feet taller than her. "I've experienced that once in my lifetime, and I admit, that once was enough. Though not necessarily an Ogre... Mine was a demon snake. I got it slow and painful, and I couldn't escape because she had me paralysed through her venom that shut my powers down."

His head straightened up and began to look around. "We are not alone..."

From the plateau behind them, a dust devil kicked up, and then revealed the tall slender woman. She looked odd, with a swishing red tail behind her, and a set of 'horns' on her head. Her large red eyes scanned the two individuals over. One was a bit taller than her, and she could've mistaken him for another of her species, but he lacked the features she had. The other was a nekomimi or kitsune, it was hard to tell with a lack of a tail present.

Dyzz's blonde hair swayed behind her, and she bit her lower lip as her stomach growled. She reached up, her claw like fingers indenting her suit beneath her breasts, and she felt hunger overwhelm her attempt at being cordial. She had escaped, made it this far but... there wasn't a thing in this forsaken wasteland that was edible for her. Except... these two. The man would be tougher to consume, due to his bulk. The female beast kin however...

She took a few steps forward. "This wasteland...is such a formidable environment." she says, feeling another hunger pain. Groooooan.... She licked her dry lips, and blinked with her innocent doe like eyes. "It's rather unfortunate...."  

She could still smell his pheromones, and smiled at his reaction towards her. "Oh how adorable~" she sang, giggling flirtatiously at Edgar before he spoke. "Hmm... Well, that answers my question on how it feels to be digested then. You are looking rather well for snake poop." she says, folding her arms under her breasts playfully and giggled. Her ears twitched as his head straightened. "We are not alone..."

"...I know." she replied back, blinking, her smile fading as she cocked her head in the direction behind him. She could make out the Alien's shape as she approached. "Oh, another outsider? How interesting~" she purred, her ears twitching. The Beast-kin placed a hand on her hip and then looked to Edgar. "So, should we help her like the other woman?" she asked the man, raising a brow curiously and with a fangy smirk.

Edgar's eyes flashed behind the shades as he frowned again. "This one... is not here to make friends. She's in feeding mode. Her mind is a little different to read, different neural pathways, but I believe her name was Dyzzhx" his tongue felt strange pronouncing the foreign sounding name.

"Her species are.... like a locust. They breed rapidly, and feed on whatever they can. High metabolism like that needs a lot of sustenance."

His face fell as he realised who she had marked as a target. "Aaaaaand she thinks you would make a suitable meal by the sound her mind is making..." he added gravely.

The tall man began powering energies into his hand in preparation for battle. He spoke to the extra-terrestrial being. "I do not seek conflict, nor do I wish you harm, but if you wish harm to innocent bystanders, there will be trouble. It seems you wish for sustenance in the same sort of quantities I do though, so perhaps I can take you to a nearby food outlet and allow you a meal. Don't take innocent lives to fill yourself when other options will do kid.. you don't want to do battle with me..."

Dyzz's hunger was clouding her mind. She hadn't eaten for so long, her body took over, and instinct ruled her otherwise peaceful demeanor. "...unfortunate." she said softly. Her eyes were glazed over, lacking luster as her scientific mind grew foggy. She continued to advance, her attention turning to the man. She would have to deal with him accordingly if she were to succeed... she thought she could sense another in the wasteland, but it didn't matter for now.

She took step after step, closing the distance between them slowly, but at a deliberate and constant pace.

Weiss sat in the shade, rifle at his side, and wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He had been traveling, still searching for a proper cure for his disease. He still regretted his decision back in Minktail. Of all the forest guardians he'd run into, he runs into one that found him attractive and bedded with him. This... 'gift' wasn't exactly something he wanted...

However, it did give him certain perks...one of which was enhanced sense of smell. He sniffed the air, and could smell three individuals on the plateau above him. All three were strange scents, though one was faintly human, and another was faintly bestial...

He collected his rifle, brushing off his long coat and turned to look up the cliff face. He couldn't see anything from this angle, so, slung the rifle around his shoulder and began to climb. Climbing came natural to him, and the enhanced strength was nice, allowing him to grip hand and foot holds with ease, his fingertips supporting his 6' height easily.

As he climbed, he could hear voices, a deep masculine voice, and then a light, feminine tone that seemed to be lacking emotion ((Ed and Dyzz)). The man seemed weary, he could sense tension in his tone. Towards the top he stopped, hugging the cliff wall and silently listened before he would advance.

Edgar Holden wrote:Edgar's eyes flashed behind the shades as he frowned again. "This one... is not here to make friends. She's in feeding mode. Her mind is a little different to read, different neural pathways, but I believe her name was Dyzzhx" his tongue felt strange pronouncing the foreign sounding name.

"Her species are.... like a locust. They breed rapidly, and feed on whatever they can. High metabolism like that needs a lot of sustenance."

His face fell as he realised who she had marked as a target. "Aaaaaand she thinks you would make a suitable meal by the sound her mind is making..." he added gravely.

Koko raised a brow at the sound of the name. "That's quite the mouthful," she admits, frowning slightly when he described the creature's ecology. "Like an insect?" She maintained her frown, turning to him slightly. She paled when he spoke the harrowing words of her becoming that creature's meal. "Oh? Wonderful..." she groaned, her eyes lidded, a bead of sweat running down the side of her head, and she turned towards the being with a grimace. "Irony...guess that's karma for ya...." she says with a sigh, whipping out her quill.

She turned her attention to the man beside her again, and smiled a fangy grin as he channelled energy into his hands. "Ooo, so you were hiding your power all along, huh? You're quite full of surprises!" she giggled, returning her focus on the Alien being.

Weiss Shwarzsháfer wrote:
He collected his rifle, brushing off his long coat and turned to look up the cliff face. He couldn't see anything from this angle, so, slung the rifle around his shoulder and began to climb. Climbing came natural to him, and the enhanced strength was nice, allowing him to grip hand and foot holds with ease, his fingertips supporting his 6' height easily.

As he climbed, he could hear voices, a deep masculine voice, and then a light, feminine tone that seemed to be lacking emotion ((Ed and Dyzz)). The man seemed weary, he could sense tension in his tone. Towards the top he stopped, hugging the cliff wall and silently listened before he would advance.

Her ears twitched again, and she sniffed the air. "Hmm... there seems to be yet another arrival. He's got a musky scent to him. I cannot ascertain if he's beast kin, or just a human who smells of wet dog..." she says annoyed, her ears drooping slightly. She could smell wolf on him, to be more accurately, however she could also sense the primal ones, those revered by the Elves before the War Gods... so she was a little perturbed by his arrival, but not as much as the news that this...Dyzz wanted her for a snack.

Korwa wrote:Koko raised a brow at the sound of the name. "That's quite the mouthful," she admits, frowning slightly when he described the creature's ecology. "Like an insect?" She maintained her frown, turning to him slightly. She paled when he spoke the harrowing words of her becoming that creature's meal. "Oh? Wonderful..." she groaned, her eyes lidded, a bead of sweat running down the side of her head, and she turned towards the being with a grimace. "Irony...guess that's karma for ya...." she says with a sigh, whipping out her quill.

"Anthropoid, and not the friendly kind either." answered Ed. "Think spider, crab or scorpion." Ed's mind and powers continued to scan the xenomorphic being. "She seems to have a venomous stinger in the tail, and the main means of consuming large whole prey also seems to be the tail's barb... It's dificult to explain it in words, but just be aware, the tail is a dangerous weapon.

Dyzzhx wrote:Dyzz's hunger was clouding her mind. She hadn't eaten for so long, her body took over, and instinct ruled her otherwise peaceful demeanor. "...unfortunate." she said softly. Her eyes were glazed over, lacking luster as her scientific mind grew foggy. She continued to advance, her attention turning to the man. She would have to deal with him accordingly if she were to succeed... she thought she could sense another in the wasteland, but it didn't matter for now.

She took step after step, closing the distance between them slowly, but at a deliberate and constant pace.

"Yes..." Edgar replied as he raised his hands slightly, the energy intensifying. "It is unfortunate..." And then his eyes illuminated as he drew up more power.

Korwa wrote:She turned her attention to the man beside her again, and smiled a fangy grin as he channelled energy into his hands. "Ooo, so you were hiding your power all along, huh? You're quite full of surprises!" she giggled, returning her focus on the Alien being.

"My powers are not something that should be used in a whim. That explosion in the Guardian valley a few weeks ago? That was me..." Ed said rather solemly. before his aura flared to life, spreading a web of cracks under his feet that formed a small crater due to the pressure on the air around Ed's body.

Korwa wrote:Her ears twitched again, and she sniffed the air. "Hmm... there seems to be yet another arrival. He's got a musky scent to him. I cannot ascertain if he's beast kin, or just a human who smells of wet dog..." she says annoyed, her ears drooping slightly. She could smell wolf on him, to be more accurately, however she could also sense the primal ones, those revered by the Elves before the War Gods... so she was a little perturbed by his arrival, but not as much as the news that this...Dyzz wanted her for a snack.

Edgar's eyes reverted to normal for an instant as he scanned the new individual. "Lycanthrope. A newly created lycanthrope. Unwanted gift. He's struggling to adapt to it. But he is not a bad man."

Dyzz paused, her tail swishing behind her rapidly now. "....unfor-tun--ate....." she repeats, but her blood red eyes seem to expand, covering the whites of her otherwise human like eyes.

Her body seemed to waver, as if she was naught but a heat wave before she vanished.

The dirt and sand kicked up a few places, but no shadow was cast where these foot falls were no doubt occurring before the spouts became a like a fin in the sand and rock. It circled around the pair, and it wasn't Korwa whom Dyzz attacked first as her tail, like the edge of a sharp needle 'caressed' Edgar's back, the sharp point cutting through his armored coat with relative ease and penetrated deeper to drag into the flesh of her victim. There was but a mere moment where she appeared, seemingly spinning with her arms out wide, her eyes trailing a glowing red streak with her exceedingly fast spinning motion; her long hair flared out, whipping around as she spung. Her knees bent as she hopped, her tail finishing it's 'slash' before she extended her long left leg into the center of Edgar's back!

The force of which flared up, like a gust of wind around her foot as it connects with a low and dull THUD. Her stolid gaze turning to Korwa briefly before she began to waver and ripple again....

Edgar Holden wrote:

Korwa wrote:Koko raised a brow at the sound of the name. "That's quite the mouthful," she admits, frowning slightly when he described the creature's ecology. "Like an insect?" She maintained her frown, turning to him slightly. She paled when he spoke the harrowing words of her becoming that creature's meal. "Oh? Wonderful..." she groaned, her eyes lidded, a bead of sweat running down the side of her head, and she turned towards the being with a grimace. "Irony...guess that's karma for ya...." she says with a sigh, whipping out her quill.

"Anthropoid, and not the friendly kind either." answered Ed. "Think spider, crab or scorpion." Ed's mind and powers continued to scan the xenomorphic being. "She seems to have a venomous stinger in the tail, and the main means of consuming large whole prey also seems to be the tail's barb... It's dificult to explain it in words, but just be aware, the tail is a dangerous weapon.

Dyzzhx wrote:Dyzz's hunger was clouding her mind. She hadn't eaten for so long, her body took over, and instinct ruled her otherwise peaceful demeanor. "...unfortunate." she said softly. Her eyes were glazed over, lacking luster as her scientific mind grew foggy. She continued to advance, her attention turning to the man. She would have to deal with him accordingly if she were to succeed... she thought she could sense another in the wasteland, but it didn't matter for now.

She took step after step, closing the distance between them slowly, but at a deliberate and constant pace.

"Yes..." Edgar replied as he raised his hands slightly, the energy intensifying. "It is unfortunate..." And then his eyes illuminated as he drew up more power.

Korwa wrote:She turned her attention to the man beside her again, and smiled a fangy grin as he channelled energy into his hands. "Ooo, so you were hiding your power all along, huh? You're quite full of surprises!" she giggled, returning her focus on the Alien being.

"My powers are not something that should be used in a whim. That explosion in the Guardian valley a few weeks ago? That was me..." Ed said rather solemly. before his aura flared to life, spreading a web of cracks under his feet that formed a small crater due to the pressure on the air around Ed's body.

Korwa wrote:Her ears twitched again, and she sniffed the air. "Hmm... there seems to be yet another arrival. He's got a musky scent to him. I cannot ascertain if he's beast kin, or just a human who smells of wet dog..." she says annoyed, her ears drooping slightly. She could smell wolf on him, to be more accurately, however she could also sense the primal ones, those revered by the Elves before the War Gods... so she was a little perturbed by his arrival, but not as much as the news that this...Dyzz wanted her for a snack.

Edgar's eyes reverted to normal for an instant as he scanned the new individual. "Lycanthrope. A newly created lycanthrope. Unwanted gift. He's struggling to adapt to it. But he is not a bad man."

Weiss could hear the chatter continue as he got closer. It appears his presence had been revealed to whom ever was up there, and a new female voice resonated in his ears now. It sounded a bit pretentious if not a little sexy as far as voices go. Shaking his head though at the negative comment made towards him by said voice, he continues to silently climb regardless. His boots breaking away more of the rock face, the long gun bouncing against his back and his ponytail flapping against his shoulder. His sandy blond bangs kept getting into his eyes, and he grumbles slightly. I really should've prepared better for the desert...I'm all sweaty and my fringe is poking my damn eyes out! he thought, irritated slightly.

Dyzzhx wrote:Dyzz paused, her tail swishing behind her rapidly now. "....unfor-tun--ate....." she repeats, but her blood red eyes seem to expand, covering the whites of her otherwise human like eyes.

Her body seemed to waver, as if she was naught but a heat wave before she vanished.

The dirt and sand kicked up a few places, but no shadow was cast where these foot falls were no doubt occurring before the spouts became a like a fin in the sand and rock. It circled around the pair, and it wasn't Korwa whom Dyzz attacked first as her tail, like the edge of a sharp needle 'caressed' Edgar's back, the sharp point cutting through his armored coat with relative ease and penetrated deeper to drag into the flesh of her victim. There was but a mere moment where she appeared, seemingly spinning with her arms out wide, her eyes trailing a glowing red streak with her exceedingly fast spinning motion; her long hair flared out, whipping around as she spung. Her knees bent as she hopped, her tail finishing it's 'slash' before she extended her long left leg into the center of Edgar's back!

The force of which flared up, like a gust of wind around her foot as it connects with a low and dull THUD. Her stolid gaze turning to Korwa briefly before she began to waver and ripple again....

He could hear rapid movement and the sound of body blows. A fight? he thought, pausing momentarily. Looking up again, the wind blowing at his parted bangs he calculated that he could leap to the solid surface from where he was currently hanging from and does so.

Leaping up, the hand holds he was using broke apart, and the side of the cliff broke slightly when he landed on the surface, forcing him to hop again and tucks and rolls forward. He glances with a fierce look before his eyes widen at the sight of the taller man in front of him thrust forward from the blow of an unknown entity. He turns his head quickly to where he had received the blow, spotting the beast-kin woman and for a moment, a flash of blonde, white, red and black.

Still trying to piece together the scene, he had to make a split second decision, and quickly went with....well, what came natural to him.

"Huhh..." he grunts, and gets into a runners stance from his kneeled position, then kicks off. He kicks up dirt and sand with his enhanced speed diving towards the beast-kin, wrapping his right arm around her slender waist, his left arm coming around her back at the same time. He could feel this unknown creature's scything tail whipping past his face as he then dove, lifting both himself and the woman off the ground for a moment, then he places his weight to his back and feels the ground scrape into his shoulder and back; the rifle painfully pressing into his spine. He scrapes across the surface of the plateau, the woman on top of him, and almost slides off the edge of the cliff before coming to an abrupt stop.

He winks his eyes free of rocks and soot, and coughs. He looks not at the woman he just pulled from that thing's path, and instead down at the valley below his head, his head and shoulders peeking over the edge of the cliff. "Cliff hangers..." He grumbles.

Weiss Shwarzsháfer wrote:

Edgar Holden wrote:

Korwa wrote:Koko raised a brow at the sound of the name. "That's quite the mouthful," she admits, frowning slightly when he described the creature's ecology. "Like an insect?" She maintained her frown, turning to him slightly. She paled when he spoke the harrowing words of her becoming that creature's meal. "Oh? Wonderful..." she groaned, her eyes lidded, a bead of sweat running down the side of her head, and she turned towards the being with a grimace. "Irony...guess that's karma for ya...." she says with a sigh, whipping out her quill.

"Anthropoid, and not the friendly kind either." answered Ed. "Think spider, crab or scorpion." Ed's mind and powers continued to scan the xenomorphic being. "She seems to have a venomous stinger in the tail, and the main means of consuming large whole prey also seems to be the tail's barb... It's dificult to explain it in words, but just be aware, the tail is a dangerous weapon.

Dyzzhx wrote:Dyzz's hunger was clouding her mind. She hadn't eaten for so long, her body took over, and instinct ruled her otherwise peaceful demeanor. "...unfortunate." she said softly. Her eyes were glazed over, lacking luster as her scientific mind grew foggy. She continued to advance, her attention turning to the man. She would have to deal with him accordingly if she were to succeed... she thought she could sense another in the wasteland, but it didn't matter for now.

She took step after step, closing the distance between them slowly, but at a deliberate and constant pace.

"Yes..." Edgar replied as he raised his hands slightly, the energy intensifying. "It is unfortunate..." And then his eyes illuminated as he drew up more power.

Korwa wrote:She turned her attention to the man beside her again, and smiled a fangy grin as he channelled energy into his hands. "Ooo, so you were hiding your power all along, huh? You're quite full of surprises!" she giggled, returning her focus on the Alien being.

"My powers are not something that should be used in a whim. That explosion in the Guardian valley a few weeks ago? That was me..." Ed said rather solemly. before his aura flared to life, spreading a web of cracks under his feet that formed a small crater due to the pressure on the air around Ed's body.

Korwa wrote:Her ears twitched again, and she sniffed the air. "Hmm... there seems to be yet another arrival. He's got a musky scent to him. I cannot ascertain if he's beast kin, or just a human who smells of wet dog..." she says annoyed, her ears drooping slightly. She could smell wolf on him, to be more accurately, however she could also sense the primal ones, those revered by the Elves before the War Gods... so she was a little perturbed by his arrival, but not as much as the news that this...Dyzz wanted her for a snack.

Edgar's eyes reverted to normal for an instant as he scanned the new individual. "Lycanthrope. A newly created lycanthrope. Unwanted gift. He's struggling to adapt to it. But he is not a bad man."

Weiss could hear the chatter continue as he got closer. It appears his presence had been revealed to whom ever was up there, and a new female voice resonated in his ears now. It sounded a bit pretentious if not a little sexy as far as voices go. Shaking his head though at the negative comment made towards him by said voice, he continues to silently climb regardless. His boots breaking away more of the rock face, the long gun bouncing against his back and his ponytail flapping against his shoulder. His sandy blond bangs kept getting into his eyes, and he grumbles slightly. I really should've prepared better for the desert...I'm all sweaty and my fringe is poking my damn eyes out! he thought, irritated slightly.

Dyzzhx wrote:Dyzz paused, her tail swishing behind her rapidly now. "....unfor-tun--ate....." she repeats, but her blood red eyes seem to expand, covering the whites of her otherwise human like eyes.

Her body seemed to waver, as if she was naught but a heat wave before she vanished.

The dirt and sand kicked up a few places, but no shadow was cast where these foot falls were no doubt occurring before the spouts became a like a fin in the sand and rock. It circled around the pair, and it wasn't Korwa whom Dyzz attacked first as her tail, like the edge of a sharp needle 'caressed' Edgar's back, the sharp point cutting through his armored coat with relative ease and penetrated deeper to drag into the flesh of her victim. There was but a mere moment where she appeared, seemingly spinning with her arms out wide, her eyes trailing a glowing red streak with her exceedingly fast spinning motion; her long hair flared out, whipping around as she spung. Her knees bent as she hopped, her tail finishing it's 'slash' before she extended her long left leg into the center of Edgar's back!

The force of which flared up, like a gust of wind around her foot as it connects with a low and dull THUD. Her stolid gaze turning to Korwa briefly before she began to waver and ripple again....

He could hear rapid movement and the sound of body blows. A fight? he thought, pausing momentarily. Looking up again, the wind blowing at his parted bangs he calculated that he could leap to the solid surface from where he was currently hanging from and does so.

Leaping up, the hand holds he was using broke apart, and the side of the cliff broke slightly when he landed on the surface, forcing him to hop again and tucks and rolls forward. He glances with a fierce look before his eyes widen at the sight of the taller man in front of him thrust forward from the blow of an unknown entity. He turns his head quickly to where he had received the blow, spotting the beast-kin woman and for a moment, a flash of blonde, white, red and black.

Still trying to piece together the scene, he had to make a split second decision, and quickly went with....well, what came natural to him.

"Huhh..." he grunts, and gets into a runners stance from his kneeled position, then kicks off. He kicks up dirt and sand with his enhanced speed diving towards the beast-kin, wrapping his right arm around her slender waist, his left arm coming around her back at the same time. He could feel this unknown creature's scything tail whipping past his face as he then dove, lifting both himself and the woman off the ground for a moment, then he places his weight to his back and feels the ground scrape into his shoulder and back; the rifle painfully pressing into his spine. He scrapes across the surface of the plateau, the woman on top of him, and almost slides off the edge of the cliff before coming to an abrupt stop.

He winks his eyes free of rocks and soot, and coughs. He looks not at the woman he just pulled from that thing's path, and instead down at the valley below his head, his head and shoulders peeking over the edge of the cliff. "Cliff hangers..." He grumbles.

Korwa could hardly see the woman she was moving so fast! She gasped as Ed was attacked and then kicked by the tall woman, and turned with her large blue eyes at the red-eyed menace who turned to her with a rather android expression. She raised her feathered quill, which may not seem like a weapon at all, but there was a reason there was a phrase: "The Pen is mightier than the sword"

It glowed brightly in her left hand, swiping out deliberately as if to use the air for her canvas, a streak of blue streaked from the tip of the quill, becoming like thread which she grabbed with her right fingers, snapping the line between quill and finger like a garrotte. She smirked, ready for what any physical attack Dyzz may have planned for her when she suddenly felt her body being wrapped by some one’s arms. Her eyes blinked, widening as she felt a solid shape hit her chest, flattening her voluminous breasts against rough leather and a coarse hand pressing against her back. She was lifted from the ground, her hips swaying with momentum as she was flung away from Dyzz's direct path. She sniffed, the scent of wolf washing over her before her ears twitched and then she winced, feeling the coarse ground shake her body; causing her breasts to jiggle against the wolf-man's chest as he took the brunt of the fall. That musky, wild scent assaulted her nose, causing her to cringe. Though she was on top of him, she could still feel the rocky earth's vibrations through him. She glanced ahead of their path towards the cliff where she had been sitting not more than a few minutes prior. "By Hazoria's beauty, I can't fly!!" She thought, wide eyed. She doubted the fall would kill her, but it was not like she was immune to pain either. She closed her eyes, her ears folding down, like a dogs and she burried her head into the Wolf-man's shoulder letting out a muffled squeal of anxiety. Her hands gripped his chest tightly, her feral nails cutting into the rough leather...

Then they were still.

She still shivered against his chest for a moment or two longer, expecting to feel the pain... Then after a moment of stillness, she stiffened. Her ears were still folded down, but her left twitched, lifting and then rotated. She didn't hear the sound of them falling, nor feel the gust of a downward fall. She did hear a sad one liner from the man beneath her however and winked her left eye open. She lifted her torso, sitting up part way, her breasts hanging down and bobbled now they were not crushed against the wolf-man's rock hard chest. She opened her other eye, blinking at the admittedly handsome human features before her with sandy blond hair and light blue eyes. She then sat up, her long silver hair drifting around her bare back as she jerked her head back. She was sitting on his lower abdomen, above his crotch, knees at his sides. "Hmmmmmmph.." she grumbled in annoyance, pulling herself away from the man, standing up and brushed herself off and turned around, slamming her heeled knee high boots into the dusty surface. "Thanks," she said sarcastically, brushing herself off again. "I was going for a counter attack, but then you showed up. Stick to the sidelines, mutt." she snapped, the garrotte she had previously formed faded, but she held the feather in her left hand out, as if it were a dagger, with the tip pointed towards the area Dyzz was last spotted, in the process of doing that vanishing act again.