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Pauper Rape•Seed: The Pilgrimage out of Poverty |
The creature howled, lost somewhere in the distance. Naught but silence filled this place. Yet darkness ached within every rung. Splintered ropes lashed about every tree, eternally bound in their miserable woe, cross thatches by thorns ever forsaken to the footsteps of man. Reptiles slither and swim. A frail exoskeleton crunches in the slimy jowls of reinforced muscle under the fog of sudoral rot. And all life suffers the inevitable blight of death that rules the slow decay of string until its sanguine song snaps cruelly for none that hear it...
Soothing, cool ripples billow along the surface of the vomit green water. Easy as they roll, unnoticed by air's stale delivery, they shrug underneath pods of moss and regurgitated fungus with a wandering slide. Pacifically gyrating, it draws into deeper tides until it slows; aiming straighter into focus. It sinks below. All is still.
The marsh begins to roil, bubbles rising, water thrashing. Curdling rage boils from under the clamor, and small toads and lizards flee the chaos. The waters settle with clouds of slime swelling back into itself. Red ooze touches the surface, then drawing an infectious line back through previous course. But it veers towards land. Throbbing, the water bulges before cessation.
His head whips out from the water, tossing back a spray from tangled gray hair; now sticking to neck. Porcelain skin rises from the shallow with bare chest outright, arms trailing in the depths behind until, until he's caught on a snag; not caught, but carrying. Carrying a weight behind, he turns back and heaves the weight to with a splash. He steps out further, then heaves once more and hefts the dark green carcass onto the wet marsh. The massive lizard, more a crawling dragon, gushes fleshy fluids out from its torn jaws and Lucifer's shoulder shows the gaping wound of a spanning bite draining down his back.
"Ugh..." he moans halfheartedly.
Gripping his shoulder he reels to the burning pain, ergo sucking streaming water through his teeth. He feels a leech with the tip of his finger, and reaches to squeeze it off. Yet in all this, a feral insanity warms through the folds of his studious eye. His lips purse, holding back a smirk. Then the fleshy worm explodes beneath the prison of his villainous fingers. There are at least ten more scattered across his body, yet he ignores them. Returning to the predator at his feet, he takes a deep breath before punching his fist through its belly.
"HARGH!"