Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

Talbor and Mei jumped as Falile knocked over a tree with the sheer force of her strike, the Medusa putting herself in front of the young Shirohebi lest the violent Lamia try and turn on her. Mei's golden hues flashed as she readied herself to have use her last resort weapon her literally-petrifying gaze. Much like the snake-haired woman for which her species had received its name, her gaze - when properly activated - would turn anything that dared meet her eyes with their own into a solid stone statue. She of course didn't want to use this well, she did, considering how much of a violent bitch Falile was being right now. But it would be such a pain to drag her stone-cased form all the way back to Mother's den. Talbor just nodded, replying timidly Y...yes, the human ran into the forest. B..but....I don't know which way he went after that...... She couldn't believe that Falile would make that conclusion shouldn't it have been obvious through her actions that she genuinely feared this human? She let out a startled yelp and hid behind Mei some more, the Medusa readying herself to petrify the ill-tempered sister of hers. Falile, Talih, that's enough! Etssa then said, sliding herself between the two. She wasn't about to have her sisters spill each other's blood. Not when they needed to work together to find this human. Etssa then turned to Issae and replied, And as for you, Issae, I suggest you hold your tongue. Talbor has shown more valor and courage by bringing Yurin back if anything, you and Falile are the cowardly and weak ones for suggesting she leave her behind in the first place. So Talbor is staying right here with us if you don't like it, then you can go back. Just know that Mother WILL be informed why you were sent back from the assignment, one way or another . Even with Falile and Issae being as strong as they were, they couldn't hold a candle to Mother's power. And Etssa knew how much the Warriors hated failure, herself included. Their reactions to her words would go unnoticed by Etssa, who started to slither away saying, Now if we're all done bickering, let's keep looking the human couldn't have gotten far . Jackson's unconscious form lay near-lifeless on the sofa, unable to feel as the cute Weresheep started undoing his bodysuit and exposing more of the ghostly-pale flesh that lay beneath. If it weren't for the very faint breathing and barely-noticeable rising and falling of his well-defined chest, one might think the ill-off man was actually dead. Thankfully, he wasn't, and now it would be up to the two he thought to be his jailers to bring him back from a potential death. His head lolled slightly as Punff cradled his cranium, his now very loose jaw muscles able to let his mouth open before Lanthe poured the warm, creamy liquid down his gullet. Even with this much the effect was instantly noticeable Some of his coloration had returned, and the smaller lacerations over his body seemed to close up of their own free will. There was still much to be done, but at least with this, the stranded young man just might be able to survive. As the hours went by, Jackson's body began to restore itself, a most satisfactory combination tender loving care of the two Mamono and the foods which they fed him. He didn't consciously respond to anything they did however, the restoration of his body's internal mechanisms allowed the blood to free more freely with time. His once seemingly non-existent heartbeat soon thudded against his ribcage it was still fairly subdued, but at least now either of the two Mamono would be able to feel it. And while Punff's initial thoughts to inspecting him went unnoticed - or at the very least unmentioned - by Lanthe, it remained to be seen if she would hold off such a thing. Of course, if she went ahead with it, there'd certainly be no resistance on Jackson's part. Two days later Jackson's body was well on the way to recovery nearly all of his superficial wounds had been closed up, and most of the darkness under his eyes had disappeared. The color to his skin had largely returned as well, possessing a more tanned appearance which served to accentuate his muscular frame. The only noticeable physical anomalies aside from a few of the larger scars were the fact that his cheekbones were still somewhat sunken, and not all of the muscle mass he previously had had returned to him. Internally, he was still quite the train-wreck Much of the muscle damage he'd had to push through during his time of running and gunning through this hostile land was still largely untreated, and his cardiovascular system - especially his heart - would still prevent him from doing much heavy work, lest he aggravate it and undergo another attack. However, he possess enough energy to stir awake a subdued groan left his lips as his eyelids twitched before parting, revealing the dulled green hues that were his irises. Under normal circumstances, they were usually quite bright and vibrant, but the physical toll of his actions drained much of his energy. The young man tried to sit up, but he felt so drained that he gave up almost immediately. When his eyes fully opened, they were assaulted by the bright light of the morning sun, causing him to moan and squeeze them shut, turning his head weakly away from the irritating glare. His vision was hazy, and his head spun, but he had enough sense to realize he was still alive. Wh...a..t....Wh..where...? Jackson mumbled if he were fully awake, he would realize that his Devastator armor was gone, having too been hidden by the Mamono who were currently caring for him.