Post by Marrow on Dec 4, 2016 21:25:33 GMT
Haema stood over the burglar, eyeing him with weary loathing. This had not been his brightest move. That said, the man had a new look about him. Unlike some androids, who absorbed the whole of the body, she had absorbed his body fluids and ki, leaving him looking vaguely like a dried out husk, like a mummy created by burying a body in dry deserts sands, until all the moisture was shocked out of the body. It was a grim sight to behold, though dwarfed somewhat by what had done it. Maybe it was 9 years of absorbing animals, and this one had merely been the final straw, or perhaps this guy had a bit more ki than your average person, and this somewhat bigger meal compared to all the animals, had been what she needed. But in either case, the fact remained that she had taken on a new form.
She was no longer the cat sized larva she had been, but not the size of a typical human. Haema stretched her fingers, 4 on each hand including the thumbs. Finally, a humanoid hand. Her feet had humanism toes, though longer, more resembling fingers perhaps. Her limbs were covered in multiple plates resembling An exoskeleton, lending her body an insectoid look. But they were slim and thin, making her somewhat lithe rather bulky, like someone in armor. The exoskeleton like plates were hard and smooth, almost soft. Each one red, with a smattering of red dots, as if someone covered in blood had shook his hands, sprinkling her with dozens of blood droplets. The skin of the joints, between the exoskeletal plates was a darkish green. Though she didn’t know it, having never met a namekian, this would prove to be namekian skin. These plates ran along her body, where they touched her waist they divided, smaller plates, more green skin, as they traveled up each breast had a plate, almost like an anatomical version of a bra. Her shoulders had these plates as well, then, a circular one ran around the very base of her neck, resembling a choker necklace.
Above that things changed. Her face was human, her skin was milky white. Her lips were blood red, and her eyes had black sclera, and blood red irises. Her hair matched this color and flowed down her shoulders and back. The only plate that touched her head was around the top, as if someone had shaped a tiara of sorts, simple but not inelegant, and place it stop her head. It too bore the red spots that didn’t touch her face.
Haema moved her lips, scrunched up her face a bit, marveling at it. Finally a true humanoid body!. Why, she could probably finally speak, something she’d been incapable of in her larval form. She stood there, feeling her new form and body, moving her lips and fingers, and savoring the feel of her hair brushing against her back and shoulders. But things were not all pleasant. There was tension and fear rolling off the humans behind her, both at the corpse in the floor and this new, startlingly horrifying form. To them it was alien and scary. Whether it was the insectoid looking limbs, the scorpion like tail composed of many segmented exoskeletal plates, with that scorpion like stinger on the end, of the bloody spots on what. Perhaps it was fear of retaliation considering how they had treated her. But it took several long moments for her to notice the tense atmosphere because it so clashed with her happiness over a humanoid form at long last.
Haema turned, slowly, eying the family. They only one who didn’t outright fear her was a teenage boy. There was fear, and anxiety in how he stood and the tension rolling off him, but curiosity and… something else that clashed with the worry. Haema took a tentative step forward, unsure of how to deal with this situation. A mix of conflicting emotions showing on her face. But, soon looking at the boy, There was a fondness there as well, a slight fond smile clearly mixed into the anxiety and other emotions displayed on her face. Now was the moment of choice. She had been held captive here for years, treated as some talking point, and a pet. This was a time she would revenge herself on them. But at her slight smile, the boy ran before his parents could prevent it, but rather than running away, he ran towards her, giving her a hug or all things, and displaying the moral absolutism of the young, that bad guys being dead is something good. ”Wow, Marrow you got big!”
Ahh, Marrow. The name the boy had given her out of fondness. It had come to be her nickname when he compared her larval forms white and red t o bone and bone marrow. Her name was Haema. How she knew that, she wasn’t sure. It was if whatever had brought her into the world had named her thusly, and she knew it by instinct. But… Lacking a mouth able to form human words, she had been unable to give a name. The young teenage boy looked her over, and sending no resistance, started feeling her, still young enough for reckless curiosity.
All of this had taken but a moment or two, and the parents nearly ran to stop him from reaching her, fearing for his life. But… there was a glare in her eye. The boy was an innocent party in these affairs. She nearly hissed as the parents ran at her. Old habits die hard. Still… Now was a perilous moment. From here she had 2 clear paths, one more understandable to most than the other, and yet that was the darker path. She could taken them. She could kill them all easily if she wanted. And there was anger at the parents, yet… a small degree of fondness as well. Not enough to stop her from that path, not nearly enough, but it existed. Or…
She could forgive…. To… not revenge herself. The fondness for the boy tempered her anger. It didn’t go away,in fact it increased a bit, But it also helper her anger in check. Truth be told it was less fondness and more a type of love for the boy, nothing sexual or romantic, but it was there, clear as day even to the boy, who would be a man in another 5 or 6 years according to his species. Then, words came forward from her, her first words really.
”Think….. Next time you… stumble across some…. Inferior animal, question it, and your right to treat it was you please.” The words came slow and staggering as she spoke for the first time, then slowly more fluid. She had always understood the human tongue, but now was her first time speaking it. There was a degree of stingy helping her, but still.
The colored drained from the parents faces as she spoke, the fathers slightly more so. She frightened them, but their son was in danger! Why then, did this beast’s horrifying tail wrap around the son as if the boy needed protection. What was this? Why did the monster protect their son from them of all things? She could practically hear the cogs working as they watched. What to do in this situation. Haema, or was it Marrow? What was her name truly? Despite what instinct told her. She turned slowly and walked out of the house, opening the door with more strength than she had intended, nearly ripping it off the henges. Her tail relaxed, no longer curling around the teenage boy. She continued walking, until she sat in a branch in a tree near the house, overlooking the door.
She sat there for a long time, though not hidden and readily in view if anyone is much as pokes their head near the door. From her she could see the side door and the main door. If anyone left, she’d know it. She had thinking to do, away from the situation but near enough to monitor it. She sat thinking for nearly an hour before the boy came out of the house, and walked to her. She slid off the tree branch and landed at the base, sitting so fluidly as she landed one might think she hit the ground in a sitting position. The boy did next to her and handed her something. ”They said to give this to you… I wasn’t expecting them to send me out… but I think they knew you wouldn’t hurt me, though they were in serious doubt about whether they’d make it back unharmed.”
It was a small purse. Not the fashionable women's accessory, but a small drawstring bag for holding money. Inside was 500 zeni. Was it an apology or a bribe to keep her from killing their family? She desperately wanted it to be the former, for a reason she wasn’t sure if, but suspected the latter. She didn’t say much, but sat, clearly torn between many emotions. The boy slowly started stroking her arm, then stopped awkwardly, realizing the rabbit and sat together with her in an awkward silence, before continuing determinedly. Haema, or was it Marrow? Smiled awkwardly, then allowed it, and allowed the smallest of contented smiles as the boy went back to stroking her hair. It was Marrow after all. What an interesting site.
Word Count: 1, 584 (probably about 4 or 5 less but I counted with the code. On as a few extra doesn’t matter. I know this isn’t necessary, but it’s a rabbit from another site.)
(I doubt anyone is that interested, but if anyone wants some context read her history.)
(I can't say I'll always post so long and the like, but my muse was really going! And I wanted to continue by making my presentation a continuation of her history.)
She was no longer the cat sized larva she had been, but not the size of a typical human. Haema stretched her fingers, 4 on each hand including the thumbs. Finally, a humanoid hand. Her feet had humanism toes, though longer, more resembling fingers perhaps. Her limbs were covered in multiple plates resembling An exoskeleton, lending her body an insectoid look. But they were slim and thin, making her somewhat lithe rather bulky, like someone in armor. The exoskeleton like plates were hard and smooth, almost soft. Each one red, with a smattering of red dots, as if someone covered in blood had shook his hands, sprinkling her with dozens of blood droplets. The skin of the joints, between the exoskeletal plates was a darkish green. Though she didn’t know it, having never met a namekian, this would prove to be namekian skin. These plates ran along her body, where they touched her waist they divided, smaller plates, more green skin, as they traveled up each breast had a plate, almost like an anatomical version of a bra. Her shoulders had these plates as well, then, a circular one ran around the very base of her neck, resembling a choker necklace.
Above that things changed. Her face was human, her skin was milky white. Her lips were blood red, and her eyes had black sclera, and blood red irises. Her hair matched this color and flowed down her shoulders and back. The only plate that touched her head was around the top, as if someone had shaped a tiara of sorts, simple but not inelegant, and place it stop her head. It too bore the red spots that didn’t touch her face.
Haema moved her lips, scrunched up her face a bit, marveling at it. Finally a true humanoid body!. Why, she could probably finally speak, something she’d been incapable of in her larval form. She stood there, feeling her new form and body, moving her lips and fingers, and savoring the feel of her hair brushing against her back and shoulders. But things were not all pleasant. There was tension and fear rolling off the humans behind her, both at the corpse in the floor and this new, startlingly horrifying form. To them it was alien and scary. Whether it was the insectoid looking limbs, the scorpion like tail composed of many segmented exoskeletal plates, with that scorpion like stinger on the end, of the bloody spots on what. Perhaps it was fear of retaliation considering how they had treated her. But it took several long moments for her to notice the tense atmosphere because it so clashed with her happiness over a humanoid form at long last.
Haema turned, slowly, eying the family. They only one who didn’t outright fear her was a teenage boy. There was fear, and anxiety in how he stood and the tension rolling off him, but curiosity and… something else that clashed with the worry. Haema took a tentative step forward, unsure of how to deal with this situation. A mix of conflicting emotions showing on her face. But, soon looking at the boy, There was a fondness there as well, a slight fond smile clearly mixed into the anxiety and other emotions displayed on her face. Now was the moment of choice. She had been held captive here for years, treated as some talking point, and a pet. This was a time she would revenge herself on them. But at her slight smile, the boy ran before his parents could prevent it, but rather than running away, he ran towards her, giving her a hug or all things, and displaying the moral absolutism of the young, that bad guys being dead is something good. ”Wow, Marrow you got big!”
Ahh, Marrow. The name the boy had given her out of fondness. It had come to be her nickname when he compared her larval forms white and red t o bone and bone marrow. Her name was Haema. How she knew that, she wasn’t sure. It was if whatever had brought her into the world had named her thusly, and she knew it by instinct. But… Lacking a mouth able to form human words, she had been unable to give a name. The young teenage boy looked her over, and sending no resistance, started feeling her, still young enough for reckless curiosity.
All of this had taken but a moment or two, and the parents nearly ran to stop him from reaching her, fearing for his life. But… there was a glare in her eye. The boy was an innocent party in these affairs. She nearly hissed as the parents ran at her. Old habits die hard. Still… Now was a perilous moment. From here she had 2 clear paths, one more understandable to most than the other, and yet that was the darker path. She could taken them. She could kill them all easily if she wanted. And there was anger at the parents, yet… a small degree of fondness as well. Not enough to stop her from that path, not nearly enough, but it existed. Or…
She could forgive…. To… not revenge herself. The fondness for the boy tempered her anger. It didn’t go away,in fact it increased a bit, But it also helper her anger in check. Truth be told it was less fondness and more a type of love for the boy, nothing sexual or romantic, but it was there, clear as day even to the boy, who would be a man in another 5 or 6 years according to his species. Then, words came forward from her, her first words really.
”Think….. Next time you… stumble across some…. Inferior animal, question it, and your right to treat it was you please.” The words came slow and staggering as she spoke for the first time, then slowly more fluid. She had always understood the human tongue, but now was her first time speaking it. There was a degree of stingy helping her, but still.
The colored drained from the parents faces as she spoke, the fathers slightly more so. She frightened them, but their son was in danger! Why then, did this beast’s horrifying tail wrap around the son as if the boy needed protection. What was this? Why did the monster protect their son from them of all things? She could practically hear the cogs working as they watched. What to do in this situation. Haema, or was it Marrow? What was her name truly? Despite what instinct told her. She turned slowly and walked out of the house, opening the door with more strength than she had intended, nearly ripping it off the henges. Her tail relaxed, no longer curling around the teenage boy. She continued walking, until she sat in a branch in a tree near the house, overlooking the door.
She sat there for a long time, though not hidden and readily in view if anyone is much as pokes their head near the door. From her she could see the side door and the main door. If anyone left, she’d know it. She had thinking to do, away from the situation but near enough to monitor it. She sat thinking for nearly an hour before the boy came out of the house, and walked to her. She slid off the tree branch and landed at the base, sitting so fluidly as she landed one might think she hit the ground in a sitting position. The boy did next to her and handed her something. ”They said to give this to you… I wasn’t expecting them to send me out… but I think they knew you wouldn’t hurt me, though they were in serious doubt about whether they’d make it back unharmed.”
It was a small purse. Not the fashionable women's accessory, but a small drawstring bag for holding money. Inside was 500 zeni. Was it an apology or a bribe to keep her from killing their family? She desperately wanted it to be the former, for a reason she wasn’t sure if, but suspected the latter. She didn’t say much, but sat, clearly torn between many emotions. The boy slowly started stroking her arm, then stopped awkwardly, realizing the rabbit and sat together with her in an awkward silence, before continuing determinedly. Haema, or was it Marrow? Smiled awkwardly, then allowed it, and allowed the smallest of contented smiles as the boy went back to stroking her hair. It was Marrow after all. What an interesting site.
Word Count: 1, 584 (probably about 4 or 5 less but I counted with the code. On as a few extra doesn’t matter. I know this isn’t necessary, but it’s a rabbit from another site.)
(I doubt anyone is that interested, but if anyone wants some context read her history.)
(I can't say I'll always post so long and the like, but my muse was really going! And I wanted to continue by making my presentation a continuation of her history.)