LesbeanAda
We’d been heading dowhways of the tunnels for a few hours now, Mia occasionally direg me to take a turn, but otherwise we remain quiet for the most part. There’s a kind of serenity to walking like this, just together with one another. It’s a nice experiend reminds me of the times I went hiking with Anya, though the hikes were a little more exg, being able to see a lot of nature and various critters; the caves arely dead, but the occasional lizard or bat just isn’t quite the same.
I turn to look towards Mia, her eyes are roaming around a lot of the time, almost like she ’t see, a her steps are as sure as ever. “What’s the matter little one?” Her voice is low and quiet, barely travelling far enough to reach my ears.
Scurrying over o her, I lift myself with my tails to be able to whisper more easily. “Just curious about how you’re seeing. Or not seeing but sensing? I ’t quite tell.” She nods with a small smile.
“Observant. It’s mostly my magic doing the sensing, the vibrations in the air and the ground aren’t that hard to deteot anymore at least; just think of my halo as a sort of antenna. I could also produe light, but that’s ly the best thing to do if we want to stay ued.” I tilt my head slightly at her words, my eyes moving to her halo, to me it was still bright, though it doesn’t seem to actually shed any light, nor heat.
“ others not see it? It’s sht to me.” Mia tio move dowunnel and I joihis time keeping pastead of going ahead.
“No, most people ’t see or sehers’ magic the way you do, at least not usually.” She pauses for a moment before tinuing. “I hear water, our resting pce shouldn’t be too far then. We’ll just have to follow the stream through a few more caverns.”
I make a low sound in aowledgement and try to listen for the water. It’s quiet, and still rather distant, but it’s there. I’m not too sure about already resting, but Mia knows the caves better than me, and she might be more tired thaoo, so I just follow her lead.
The ime we stop is when Mia raises her hand and freezes in pce, her expression twisted in tration. I look around us curiously, trying to spot what has her on edge; the river is rather close by and we’ve been following it for about an hour now, and the camp is still a few caves away.
I almost make a startled sound when Mia kneels dowo me, one finger on her mouth to signal silence. Brushing my nose against her other hand I show her my uanding. She gives me another smile before pointing towards the side of the caver. It takes me a few long moments to pick out what she is pointing at, but eventually I spot it: some kind of octopus-like creature is hiding against the stone, probably waiting in ambush for any unsuspeg prey.
While she ’t tell me what she wants me to do, I take a pretty good guess. We’d been pnning to get me the opportunity for a hunt, and here it is presenting itself. I give her a smile she ’t see before quietly slinking away towards the water. The rushing sound of it should help me hide my steps a little better. My magic suffuses me as I move closer and closer to my target, the fort of my camoufge brings with it a sense of serenity, like I am in my own little world, merely an observer to the outside world, watg what I want. That sense of serenity almost es back to bite me. I barely mao jump away to the side as a tentacle pierces into the stone where I stood just a moment before. The octopus has spotted me and designated me its prey, a game ty though. My jump carries me all the way to the wall oher side of the river, my paws shifting in but a moment to offer me the grip I need as I quickly advance alongside the near vertical cave wall.
The octopus creature doesn’t sit idly by though. With its ambush failed, it takes a few long moments to remove the limb from the stone before it starts to climb alongside the wall towards me, its tentacles easily stig to the rockface. Its range is much lohan mine, as befitting of its size. A size I severely misjudged on my inal approach, thinking it about the same size as me. Now that it is moving though, I make out the ey of the octopus’ body; almost three times my size.
The air ruffles through my feathers as I quickly approach my prey, closing the gap as quickly as I . It doesn’t take long before aentacle es pierg towards me, though this time I am prepared and dodge it with barely a deviation from my path. In turn, the octopus stops in its tracks, instead waiting for my approach as it rears up and wo tentacles towards me this time.
My magic does as it should though, and clears up my perception. Just as the attacks are about to impale me, I leap once again, this time onto my target's appendages. My paws shift alongside the movement, growing vicious cws that tear into the flesh beh them, giving me plenty of grip, and the first blood in this fight. My oppohough isn’t defe raises its body as out a wail without sound, peing deep into my sciousness and causio reel.
When my head clears I am barely hanging onto the tentacle I had been running across, though I am not fully shaken off quite yet. After a quick assessment I tell that the octopus’ has several tentacles poised to strike the moment I clear its body. An opportunity I decide to give it as I release my cws, allowing myself to drop through the air. Only a moment ter several tentacles are rag towards me at breakneck speed. Just before impact I reach out towards the wall, tearing into the stoh my cws to arrest my momentum as the tentacles crash into it right beh me.
I release my hold and jump onto the tentacles once more. Stu the wall- at least for a while- they preseh the perfect approa the main body. As I get closer, the octopus raises itself for another wailing attack, but this time I am near enough to do something about it. My tail shes out from behind me, splitting into half a dozen halfway through, each having growed edges, allowing them to pierce deep into its body.
I pull myself closer towards it with my tails. The octopus is squirming and bringing its tentacles to bear against me in a bid to stave me off. However, it has little success. I bury my cws into its flesh as I rip my tails free of its body and swing them to meet my oppos strike.
Tail aacle meet in a bloody and painful dispy. Were my tentacles made of flesh and bone, and not just mostly muscle and magic, I’d have broken my tails in that csh. Instead I get out of it with the st tentacles bisected halfway through, and a lot of pain on my end, one of them having grazed my side, almost making me lose my grip, my tails are battered and wouhough if need be they are still usable. I shove the pain aside and close the st bit of distaowards the main body. The octopus has no visible eyes, but the wounds my tails left leave me plenty of room to expand on.
My cws start tearing into its flesh, blood flowing around and onto me as I dig in. I tiil it finally stops squirmih my assault, its body going limp and falling from the ceiling; I hadn’t even noticed we moved up in the cave. I brace myself against the impact, though it is cushioned by the mass of my victims body. My tongue licks ay face, pping up the blood still staining my entire body. It tastes rid much less metallic than I anticipated. It’s a taste I want more of, a taste suffused by magic as I feel it flow through me. I s my surroundings a find nothing, except one presence, but I know this presence is not prey, it is friend.
I let out a dissatisfied sound. The other presence is making alking I believe, but it has to wait. My magiows there is more left to do, it guides me, it lets me smell the truth. The blood is merely a duit, a sorry excuse for what truly matters. My eyes turn towards the body of my foe, and I see it, the glowing core of magic deep in its body. I smell it, hearty and full of life, it smells of the earth itself, a smell that makes me salivate in hunger. I tear my way through its body and towards my prize. Its heart is so close thanks to my previous work, it only takes me but a moment. Unhinging my jaw I swallow a heart that is the size of head. It enters my body and magis rampant, a is quickly starting to be ed by my own magic, magic that wants to begin its work. But I ot let it start yet, there is more. The magiows of it, but it is too eager to ge.
It takes all my willpower to suppress the magic's desire for the moment. My cws go back to work, further up, towards the brain. It is another prize. It does not smell hearty, it smells sweet, like a dessert, and as serene as the rain. This, too, I swallow whole; and I know the magic will listen now if I wish for it to stay calm. I do not. I let it suffuse me once more, let it cw at my insides with the same burning desire as before. I feel my tails move on instinct, spinning and weaving around me; and then darkakes me.
Mia
As Ada is assaulted by several tentacles at once, Mia almost reaches out to help her, though she hesitates. After all, they had decided that Ada should be hunting, and risk art of that. It would not do if she helped her everytime she ended up in a bad situation.
Mia’s is quickly repced by a different kind of worry, as she watches Ada deflect the tentacles in a reckless, almost suicidal, csh of appendages, just to then proceed to tear into the main body, drinking up the octofiends blood in the process. “Ada, it’s dead. Are you alright?” Mia ignites a light as Ada ignores her and tio to the body, until she reaches the heart and swallows it whole. A shudder goes through Mia’s body; they had determihat Ada likely would need fresh kills for her diet, but this type of focus is not the usual; it’s a blood frenzy, not something most people experienced.
A, despite the single minded focus on violence her new friend is dispying right now, she ’t help but be proud of her for her first kill. It also helps that she doesn’t feel in danger. Ada merely spares her a sh feels different but just as charming to Mia. Ada’s eyes have turned into slits and the crimson feels alive in a way it doesn’t usually. However, that shnce is enough to vey to her that Ada still reizes her enough not to attack her; not that she’d have succeeded with that anyway.
She tio observe as Ada cws her way deeper into her prey’s body, until she finally reaches the brain. It’s an odd choice for her to go for it, braio not be very mana heavy. “We cook the rest, it’ll likely taste better that way.” Her words once more fill the silence, and aren’t met with a response. Brightening her light, she steps in closer as Ada finishes g on the brain. It’s a bloody dispy and her entire body is stained ihick liquid still flowing from the octofiend, though it doesn’t seem to bother her. Besides the occasional dart of her tongue pping up the blood on her face.
Ada stops for a moment as if she is searg for something. When she clearly finds nothing, her tails start to move. Despite their battered and wouate they are still mobile. A bck liquid starts to seep from the tips of them as they reach out and tou invisible barrier in the air, coating it in the liquid. It quickly spreads, and before Mia loses sight, she spots a few es form between Ada and the co. It takes her a few long moments before she moves again, shocked by the dispy.
The liquid is familiar, or rather, it is not a liquid, it is some form anipound, ohat everyohat lived through the Genesis is familiar with. The same pound that sprouted in the skies and covered eies, ing the unlucky ones, and ging the lucky ones. And here it is again, an occurrence she had only seen on her life, summoned forth by someone she newly met, someohat had been stuck out of time. Summoned forth and woven into a co at that, its outer shell pitch bck with the occasional red veins pulsing through it.
Mia extinguishes her light and sits down a few meters away, outside of the still gathering pool of blood. The fight had caused a otion, and it is only a matter of time till unwele guests stumble upon them. She closes her eyes and spreads her awareness, stretg it thinner and thinner until she reaches the campsite they were heading for, c just as much distan the other dire. There is movement gregating for them. She could fight them, if need be, but causing an even bigger otion would only lead to more problems. There are still a few minutes before the first beasts reach them.
She opens her eyes and heads back to Ada’s co. She could leave her here. She won’t, obviously, the girl was too trusting and likable to abandon her like this, even if there is more to her thaicipated. Transp the ight be an issue though. The tunnels weren’t rge enough to aodate her dragon form, and she ’t use her rings to store living beings. Instead, she reaches intid spreads it across the surface of the co, slowly lifting it up in the air. It takes her a few long moments before finally separating it fully from the carcass, part of the co having tched onto it.
Telekinesis is not a magic she uses often, as it taxes her magic more than most, but she doesn’t really have a choice here. She only hope to have enough left over to seal the campsite ohey reach it. Mia takes a st look around before starting to head towards the campsite. The beasts were closing in faster than anticipated, so she decides taking it slowly is not an option. She picks up the pace as she readies herself for a running fight.
Her steps echo dowunnels as she moves, making herself a clear bea for the hunters. About two thirds of the distahe first beasts finally catch up to her. It’s a quick weasel-like creature that is quickly dispatched into a bloody sptter on the ground with a small exertion of her magic. By themselves, most of what is ing after them isn't a threat. The sheer number, however, will pose an issue without access to her superior form.
She dispatches the few attackers just as easily, their remains a slight bit of distra to her pursuers. Mia finally reaches the entrao the campsite, a hidden door in the side of the tunnels, simir to the one hiding the entrao the tunnel system. The magic is much the same, at least in this state, so a quick twist of her ows her open the door for them. Stepping inside, she quickly pulls in the co after her, pg it off to the side of a small pond in the campsite. The area isn’t particurly rge, just enough to aodate a small group, though it does have a fire site with an air purification entment, left there by the group of scouts that initially found it.
Turning around towards the door, she lets her senses expand a short way iher dire. The attackers are still a few moments away, long enough to fully seal the campsite. Quickly getting to work, she directs her magito a prepared entment circle around the entire cavern. Valerie had drawn it a few years ago, hiding and fortifying the pce against any potential intrusion.
The entment snaps into pce just as a mole-like creature leaps for her jugur, its body crashing into the barrier instead of into her. There’s a clear moment of fusion for the creature, surprise at the barrier as well as its prey being suddenly gone.
Mia finally lets her body rex, the tension having crept into her during the chase, amplified by her for Ada. She turns towards the woman iion, or rather, the co she is in and steps closer. It feels odd to her, to see this substance again. Even most Genesis events, outside the Genesis itself, did not have it make an appearance, a, here it is, called forth by Ada in a mahat seemed almost instinctual.
She reaches out a hand towards the co, but hesitates for a brief moment before toug its surface. She doesn’t sense any particur danger from it, the ehing seeming almost i, if not for the occasional red lines crossing along it. Lihat do remind her of the lines crossing along Ada’s body every time she seems to feel an inteiohese seem more like a heartbeat. She crosses the st few timeters, pg her hand on the surface. She’s met with warmth and a rush of lines crossing along the surface, f a pattern she had seen before when Ada was excited for something. A smile creeps onto her face. “You’re still ihen, yes? Do I o worry?” The egg remains i for a few long moments, before she feels a pulse gh it, like the beating of a heart. “I’ll take that as a no, that you’re fine. I have enough food for several weeks, but it would still be nice if you don’t take overly long in there. It does make me worry a little.” She brushes her hand across the surfa a caress, and is met with another pulse, a slower more sidered ohis time, before taking her hand off of the co. “I’ll go get settled in, I’m still here.”
LesbeanAda
