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Based on Karbo's Felarya *WARNING! contains Vore*
A Crisis of Digestive Proportions:
Crisis licked her lips as she inched closer to her the trapped neko hunter. Her stomach growled, sending the snack into a panicked frenzy, and she pounced, clapping her hand together around her prey. With a triumphant squeal of delight she opened her hands to find them empty. Slightly confused, she patted the thick branch in case it was some kind of spell until she heard screaming above her. Looking skyward she saw the hunter’s head, upside down, vanish into the foliage, not wanting to let a good meal get away, the naga sprang upwards and clamped her mouth down on the Neko along with something unexpected.
Sticking out of the naga’s mouth was a thick, black, scaled tail that was connected to an equally astonished male naga. “Nmph?” Crisis said still holding onto the squirming humanoid on her tongue. The male was slightly bigger than her, and had a well-toned body, long white hair, grey eyes and a scar crossing the left side of his chest. With a slight narrowing of his eyes the male pulled his tail trying to bring the naga with it. Of course Crisis had no intention of letting go so she pulled back. The two pulled back and forth a while longer until crisis let out an amused giggle at their little game. Hearing this the male gave one more steady tug, prompting Crisis to do the same only to have the male let go, sending her falling back onto the branch.
Mahelith decided it wasn’t any use trying to get free anymore, he was the mouth of one of the most voracious naga in Felarya and another naga’s tail was wrapped around his waist. “Well I had a good run while it lasted.” He mused to himself looking around at the damp darkness of Crisis’ mouth, a rumbling sound from farther down could be heard and he sighed, “Figures… something bad always happens the day after my birthday, last year the village was almost flooded and now this. What does the universe have against me anyway? What did I ever do to ...huh?” The neko’s ranting was cut short as the black tail let go of him and there was a sudden lurch that sent him straight to the back of the females throat.
Crisis swallowed and giggled, “That was fun, I’m Crisis, who are you?” The male slithered down to her branch with a soft smile, gazing past her he replied, “I am Dorian… Crisis, I’ve heard about you.” “A lot of people have” he said with a smile then a look of curiosity. She slithered forward and waved her hand in front of Dorian’s face with no effect, “oh, you’re blind!” The male nodded and settled on his coils, “I have been ever since I hatched, Luckily my other senses compensated.” Crisis smiled and took his hand. “Well nice to meet you Dorian will I see you later?” He nodded with a smile, “count on it.” With another smile, the female slithered away to let her food digest, leaving the blind male to rest and dream about what his new friend might look like.
Origins:
Again she was running, and again she was running from the soldiers of Negav City. The life she had spent so many years to maintain had fallen apart around her thanks to her traitorous sister. Behind her she could hear the shouting of the naga guards as the clashed against the steel of her lovers blade. The human woman turned a corner and paused in a doorway to catch her breath. Adrianna held her future child close, feeling the warmth and movement beneath the eggs shell. There was a triumphant shout from the guards and her face flushed in horror before she started running again. Her love, the naga soldier Dorian Telaron, was dead, she realized ducking through a low archway and heading for a gap in the city wall.
Emerging from the other side of the wall, the former slave breathed a sigh of relief and kept running, again she heard the guards behind her, “damn their unnatural speed.” She hissed under her breath. Her legs burned and her lungs felt like they would explode but she kept running. More shouting, they had spotted her. Adrianna make a break for a nearby upturned root hoping the obstacle would slow her pursuers. Just as she reached the root a sharp whistling sound rang through the air followed by a sharp pain as the arrow embedded itself in the woman’s back.
The Naga stopped to watch as the human female staggered forward, her pierced heart struggling to keep going. The squad’s marksmen readied another arrow and loosed it dead between her shoulders. Adrianna fell to her knees as her vision started to go dark. Falling forward, the egg rolled out of her arms and into a low crevice. With her last breath she muttered the name of her love and smiled as her soul left her body.
The naga guards searched for the egg but could not find the unborn child, deeming it lost to the lands predators, they took the mothers body and returned to their duty. Below the vines and exposed roots, the egg stirred and began to crack, hours later a black scaled naga child emerged with only the first word it heard, his name and that of his unknown father, “d-d-do…dor-ee-ann….Dorian…..”
 Reivan The Drow · Tue Jul 08, 2008 @ 09:52pm · 1 Comments |
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