Ankyra Sound Around Your Throat

he did not like its presence any more than arrille; as arrille swung towards him he recoiled instinctively, feeling a trickle along his back. he did not like it at all.

his gaze slid from arrille's antics to chusi - instantly he tried to hide the prickling fear that rose in his throat. whatever was wrapped around arrille's throat was wrong - it was nothing he had ever seen before: not a vine, not a band of seaweed, not a stick - not even a tentacle. he nosed tentatively at the air, unwilling to get too close to arrille unless it leapt from arrille's throat to his.

"what the -- arrille, stand still." he stepped closer, feeling a little more confident with chusi there. well, maybe not confident -- maybe just compelled not to act like a giant bitch. he tilted his head back and forth, trying to figure out of the thing made any noise. he couldn't hear anything. "does it hurt?!" he looked to arrille worriedly, misinterpeting the wince as originating from the weird thing around his throat.

whatever it was, ingram did not think it was living - it smelled strange, but he could not hear breathing and he could not smell anything living. he thought he heard a faint whirring but what it was he could not tell. "hold still!" he instructed again - he did not want to get near arrille at all, but sucking in a deep breath to steady his nerves he lunged at the thing, trying to chomp it hard enough to make it move, if it was alive.