Thread: Aftermath (Razgriz x Lustfull_Sin)

Mei was becoming noticeably agitated, the stony, blade-like tip of her tail twitching back and forth subconsciously if it weren't for the fact that this man was the only proclaimed hope of saving their species, she'd just get rid of him and save their clan the trouble of trying to track this bastard down. The smaller hair-snakes, which comprised the entirety of her pigtails but not all of her silver chin-length locks, hissed and writhed as to atone to this. While Mei didn't fully understand why this human kept running, she supposed it didn't really matter. Like Falile, the Medusa found something....titillating about the thrill of the hunt. And besides, at least this man kept it all interesting normally prey would just run and run until they tired. But not this human, he was clever he'd change hideouts, go to places that no one would expect to find him. And it was for that reason alone that Mei would follow her sisters she wanted to be part of the group that captured what could easily be considered their most elusive prey yet. Etssa, meanwhile was, leading Talbor and Mei up towards Falile's position being an Echidna, she certainly felt the others were too harsh on the man. How would they feel if they were hunted like an animal? He'd been eluding them for four years, and he never stopped. It was only natural for an animal to run when it felt cornered or threatened. She deduced that this human probably didn't even know why the female Mamono were all looking for him she wouldn't know if it was correct until they found him. IF they found him before something else did. But while Etssa understood this male's reasons for running - hell, she would do the same if she was in his position - it didn't change the fact that they needed him if the Mamono were going to continue as a species. Eventually they would catch up to Falile and the others, who seemed to be stuck in a clearing, the perimeter surrounded by various fruit trees. Mei took a sniff of the air and snarled, slamming a fist into a nearby tree and causing several pieces of ripe fruit to fall to the ground around them. Damn it. Of all the places he had to go and could have gone, it was right. fucking. here. Damn him..... she growled. Etssa sighed again, Mei, you must learn to control your temper..... And what? He's fucking with us, Etssa! I hardly think so......He's scared, running like any prey animal would. Truthfully, I feel kind of sorry for him. The poor thing must be exhausted by now..... How can you act so understanding? We can't even find his scent because of all the damn fruit growing here! Would you all keep it down please? I'm trying to eat here..... a third voice then said rather lazily Etssa and Mei peered up to see their sixth Warrior sister Miune high up sitting up in the branches. Being a full-grown Shirohebi, her scales were ghostly white, but possessed definition and sheen much like the hair that went down to where her serpentine and human parts connected. The latter part of her body was graced with a white kimono-like robe open at the hips and shoulders, the purple flaps at the front covering her unmentionables and tied at the waist with a bow-tied sash belt. The chain-mail she wore on her serpent lower body clinked as her tail swung back and forth, a third of its length draped over a sturdy branch. In her right hand she held a coraberry, a crimson heart-shaped fruit, and was clearly eating it. The juices dripped down her chin with each bite into its rich flesh, the syrupy juice dribbling down to hit the tops of her nicely-sized mounds. What the hell do you think you're doing, lazy-ass?! In case you forgot, we're kinda looking for someone, idiot! Mei shouted up at her sister, who seemed to disregard her presence. Miune just stared into the brilliant blue sky she loved spring. She loved the smells of the plants, especially the fruit trees part of her wondered if this human they were supposed to find like fruit trees. She inhaled deeply and relaxedly, briefly entertaining the thought of her wrapping her coils around this man, smothering him with her love and affection. Elsewhere, Jackson was busy staring down Lanthe and Punff, each trying to gauge the other. Jackson just snorted as the sheep-woman told him not to call them monsters what the hell else were they? Sure, some of them was human, but not the rest. Her breaking down on the verge of tears was met with nothing in regards to empathy from him he'd spent four years plus running from freaks like this. And this was the second time he'd been caught....That couldn't mean anything good. In his eyes, he was getting sloppy normally, he'd have just bolted by now, but they had something of his. Something he needed badly, and he was about sick of trying to negotiate with them. They've worked pretty well so far I killed three bird-women before your whiny friend there took me hostage... he then pointed out in an aggravated tone this was getting ridiculous. He would have just shot the sheep and torn this house apart, but now he was out-numbered and very likely outmatched. Yeah, sure you won't.....That's why you knocked me out and dragged my ass back to....wherever this is Jackson then replied haughtily. Now he'd had enough the cow-woman seemed the bigger threat, so he trained his pistol sights on her, intent on using his Flash Blade like a tomahawk on the other. A button was pressed on the hilt of the knife, making its length light up with arcs of electricity just before he could go into action, that same frog was sent hurtling towards him, hitting his visor and obscuring his vision. You fucking...... he growled, certainly caught off-guard by this move before he could get it off, he felt something grab his wrist and before he knew it, he was flipped over, his heavy form crashing into the floor of the house, sending his pistol and flash blade flying out of his hands. A pained gasp left his chest, before he felt a pressure on his armor, seeing a hooved leg where the sensation was occurring. He looked up to see Lanthe looking down at him, and then he was disarmed. He could only watch as he struggled to get free, his last line of man-made defense being taken away. You're going to regret that... he grumbled, sending an armored fist into the back of her knee, making it buckle before shooting a hand up to grab her horn. He then used the suit's mechanized frame to hurtle her off of him, sending the cow-woman crashing into the wall behind him. He then brought his legs back up and flipped himself onto his feet spinning around to face the cow-girl, his armored form at the ready for another strike. Don't wanna hurt me, huh? You're so full of shit. Not that I would expect anything less from a monster he then growled, his heart racing at the sudden influx of adrenaline. He'd fight to his last breath if it meant not being taken alive by these things. Unfortunately, it was this attitude that was the real problem. Not just by coming across as rude, but the physiological implications as well. Before either of them could proceed further, Jackson felt the pain from before make a return, only this time it was worse an armored hand clutched at his chest as he felt his heart seize up again. He would quickly find that no matter how strong one was, the body was just like any other machine Too much use and it would wear out eventually, especially in regards to vital organs like the heart. His extensive running without proper rest, even with the brief reprieve Punff had given him, along with poor nutrition had pushed him to his absolute maximum in terms of physiological endurance. Shortly, his body was at its limit and was starting to fail on him. Shallow breaths emanated from his mouth as he collapsed to a knee. D....damn.......it......No...Not now.... he gasped out, soon falling to his side with a loud clunk, his eyes - hidden by the armored visor - clenched shut in agony. And as much as he tried to get up, he couldn't his strength was suddenly sapped from him, and his suit felt like it would become his coffin. No....I..I can't...die.....I don't wanna...... he continued to gasp out, his body noticeably trembling as he struggled to keep a hold on himself, his breathing quickening and deepening as his heart started to undergo fibrillation. He suddenly felt like he needed out of this suit and now, though he couldn't really explain why after speaking some faint commands, the armored suit opened up at the back, finally giving Punff and Lanthe a look at his true human form as he crawled out and flopped onto his back. Only now it was covered in a torn, ragged black body-suit concealing his body save for his face like Lanthe had observed earlier, his eyes were horribly sunken and his skin was almost ghostly pale. The flesh that could be seen was covered in the glossy sheen of a cold sweat, his chest rising and falling in successively faster intervals in the throes of the heart attack that threatened to end him. The nanotrite conduits in his suit charged up upon sensing his increased heart-rate, a distinct whining sound as the capacitors reached their full charge and delivered to the bio-circuit that made up his heart, making his chest jump. And that seemed to do it, evidenced by his body laying limply and his chest heaving from the sudden rush of adrenaline funny how before he was so willing to embrace Death himself, but in this moment, he'd lost his steely resolve to die. But he did say that he was stubborn enough to try and survive, even if he was being hunted like an animal. Though he seemed to fail to notice that now he was completely vulnerable without his protective armor.