Thread: Chaos and Order...and So Much More. (Anaeria and Methos)

The Deans' office was posh beyond extravagance, and the disdain with which her vines destroyed everything was obvious as she slithered around the two captives. It turned out that the Dean was a coward, he'd already given her ten minutes of non-stop babbling, confessing everything from the first time he'd hit a dog as a child right up until he had agreed with the city mob to have them dump illegal, toxic waste in the jungles. It was a cheap way to get rid of hazardous materials, granted, but it hurt the animals and the plants and the people who dwelt there, and Isanya's own rage grew until her breathing was a hiss of hatred. The children, all of them within the hospital, were safe. Those whom had grown or were growing through teenage-hood to adulthood, where dead by now. And the small hand held recorder in her hand as she circled the two cowardly men was playing and recording, her own voice distorted significantly by the forked tongue that she spoke with. Ssso then, you agree that you ssshould be punished...What sssay you, Doctor? Her words were coy as she slithered to the fat doctor, who had pissed himself and more as the thorns dug into his body. The men were placed back to back against each other, and when the doctors piggy little eyes began to shine with lust for her as her scent caught his nose, he babbled about what he had done that was good. Then had to stop when she began to question him about the children he hadn' helped, the elderly men and women who could have lived longer and the poorer people, those whom he could have aided and yet did not. While she spoke, she smiled calmly as the Dean behind the Doctor began to scream as her precious thorns went to work. His screams were delicious, and sent a chill up and down the Naga's spine while the doctor howled in terror and fought his restraints until a thorned vine slid around his throat and stabbed in deeply, a very different form of poison sinking into his fat neck. Then 'good' doctor began to really scream then, in absolute agony as every one of his nerve endings began to fire at the same time, overwhelming his system and forcing his heart to explode......but only after a good five minutes of jerking around in the strangle grip that the vine about his neck had, all of the other vines sliding out and off of him to coil about her like eager puppies, wanting to do more. Then, Naga frowned as another chill went up her spine, this one not nearly so pleasant. Her plants were being cut, hurt within the hospital....and that meant someone was within it who wished her harm, or to stop her progress. Go my dears, restrain this....nuisance. Allow me to run and you will have free reign to go. Her words were soft, sibilant, and her vines took off, growing thicker and covering the floor in a moving carpet of greenery. Then, Naga turned to the Dean. His intestines were visible, the thorns having cut every layer of his flesh away from his body until he looked like a living, agony ridden manequin on the human body, only a thin layer of fatty tissues keeping his guts from falling onto the floor. He was dying, slowly and in agony, and she wanted to watch as the light of life left his eyes.