Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

Talbor sniffed a few times as Mother tried to soothe her frazzled nerves the confidence in which she assured that Yurin would survive seemed to rub off and soon enough, the young Lamia's repressed sobs had ceased, though her eyes were still watery and puffy. A lithe hand came up to brush away the stray tears that Mother had missed she really did love Mother. Mother took care of her children very well though Talbor wondered why she wanted a human that clearly was against even being near a Mamono. Even as she began what the others would consider a motivating speech, with promises of having this male to satisfy their desires and breed males for them, Talbor was still hesitant about getting near him yes, she was a Lamia, but she was also young and after seeing that human fall from such a great height and live, combined with fighting against a Harpy and winning in their element, she was frightened by him. Was it really smart to let someone that strong and dangerous into their den? However, Mother's words snapped her out of her train of thoughts, her innocent hazel hues gazing up at Mother as she asked her to lead the Warriors to where the human was last seen the poor little Lamia froze, as if in shock at her request. M..Mother, I don't know.....if I can..... Talbor said timidly, tapping the tips of her fingers together and looking away in shame, her pale cheeks tinted red with embarrassment. She should have guessed that Mother would ask her to try and find where the human had gone he was probably far away from here by now, and frankly, she didn't want to be near him after seeing what he did. The Warriors were strong, yes, but what if this human was stronger? She wasn't as fast as her sisters, being so young and relatively inexperienced, and that in turn created a large lack of self-confidence in her innate power as a Lamia. Meanwhile, the human in question was out like a light he never snored, but the breathing through the face-mask in his helmet made it sound like someone on a life-support apparatus. His breaths shallow and possessing a slight echo, his armored chest rising and falling and the glint of light in the window bouncing off the silvered-blue surface of the Devastator armor he wore. It would seem that Punff and Lanthe had yet to remove it, or simply did not care enough to even try for the sake of letting him finally get some decent sleep. His head faced the small kitchen, his right and leg dangling off the side of the rather large sofa as he slumbered on and on. When he finally came to, his head felt weird, like someone had slipped a roofie in his food or something. But, he did feel oddly refreshed letting out a loud yawn, he sat up on the couch.....Wait, couch?! Jackson's heart rate spiked as he realized he wasn't out in the field where he remembered being he was still armored fully, the metal making slight clinging noises as his hands touched over his metal-covered form. He reached for the back compartment just above his shoulder blades his Reaper rifle was gone. He then looked around and saw he was in a house how the fuck did he get here? He then remembered...The strange creature standing over him and his body feeling heavy....That strange girl must have dragged him back. Well, she was an idiot for leaving him with his armor he reached down and pulled the Breaker sidearm from his armor's thigh compartment. He needed to find his rifle it had the most ammunition of either of his weapons and had the greatest versatility. Even with his armor, he felt incredibly vulnerable without the rifle it was the final piece of the puzzle, the thing that had enabled his survival up to this point. And with that, he began searching the living room, trying to see if she was stupid enough to hide it nearby, unknowing that there was more than one of them here.