August 07, 2024, 06:20 AM
the intention is for khu to follow qiao/akavir/eset later when jasper is handled, but for rn im assuming the group is splitting up?
this was wrong.
this was not the moment.
zaahira's words seethed toward the bleeding woman and khusobek bent more fiercely over his own task, his face grim as his own teeth flashed to beat down the poisoner once more. his renewed attack upon eset only suggested he had been responsible in some way for this, and the crocodile found a dark pleasure in striking the man harder and harder.
teeth gashed his other wrist, his own finding purchase in struggling skin. a scapegoat.
as the dark stranger pulled eset to him, khusobek tried to muscle down the poisoner with a hard shoulder. "jodai. zaahira. enough. let them go or eset will die. help me." his voice was a hard rumble of defiance for what had gone on, but his eyes tried to find her own.
senmut was there at the palace, and zaahira was too wild with her own selfish anger to attend muat-riya now. let her vent this rage onto the beast he held in his teeth. he would insist she take their prisoner to akashingo.
rashepses would be grateful for such torments as khusobek had once devised.
this was not the moment.
zaahira's words seethed toward the bleeding woman and khusobek bent more fiercely over his own task, his face grim as his own teeth flashed to beat down the poisoner once more. his renewed attack upon eset only suggested he had been responsible in some way for this, and the crocodile found a dark pleasure in striking the man harder and harder.
teeth gashed his other wrist, his own finding purchase in struggling skin. a scapegoat.
as the dark stranger pulled eset to him, khusobek tried to muscle down the poisoner with a hard shoulder. "jodai. zaahira. enough. let them go or eset will die. help me." his voice was a hard rumble of defiance for what had gone on, but his eyes tried to find her own.
senmut was there at the palace, and zaahira was too wild with her own selfish anger to attend muat-riya now. let her vent this rage onto the beast he held in his teeth. he would insist she take their prisoner to akashingo.
rashepses would be grateful for such torments as khusobek had once devised.
August 07, 2024, 12:46 PM
last from me!
breathless and manic, she stares wide-eyed at the crumpled form of eset as the scream scrapes her eardrums. how could she not see what had happened to her? that this — man was manipulating her, trying to isolate her from the people who cared for her? that he had sown her with his disgusting seed; that he was at fault for all of this? why was it her fault? why was it always her fault?
she realizes that she is completely and utterly helpless — that she was to be punished both as woman and man, predator and prey, because she is both. there is no winning either way.
she also realizes, as she watches more blood collect between eset's thighs, just how selfish she was being.
defeated, ashamed, she purses her lips and turns herself away; registering in her mind now that the poisoner had foolishly launched himself for the throat of khusobek. as she moves to assist, she dismisses eset, the hemet and the loverboy with a subtle, regretful glance, as if to say go and do what you must.
the interloper, however, is met with the snap of her jaws; there is no mercy for him. where khusobek's attack ends, zaahira's begins; teeth and muscle pound into flesh until he is subdued and prepared to be dragged back to the catacombs of akashingo's dark halls. there, he will rot.
the trip home is a solemn one.
she realizes that she is completely and utterly helpless — that she was to be punished both as woman and man, predator and prey, because she is both. there is no winning either way.
she also realizes, as she watches more blood collect between eset's thighs, just how selfish she was being.
defeated, ashamed, she purses her lips and turns herself away; registering in her mind now that the poisoner had foolishly launched himself for the throat of khusobek. as she moves to assist, she dismisses eset, the hemet and the loverboy with a subtle, regretful glance, as if to say go and do what you must.
the interloper, however, is met with the snap of her jaws; there is no mercy for him. where khusobek's attack ends, zaahira's begins; teeth and muscle pound into flesh until he is subdued and prepared to be dragged back to the catacombs of akashingo's dark halls. there, he will rot.
the trip home is a solemn one.
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