02-28-2018, 10:31 PM
“Ohoho! We’ve got a live one!” the clown cackled, inhumanly long tongue lolling from Its mouth in feral excitement.
Like a circus tiger stalking the length of its cage, It prowled around the fence of suspended blades the little treat had made for herself, pearly white teeth bared in agitation. A sense of being both hunter and hunted boiled Its lifeblood, fury coloring Its eyes a hair-raising red that clashed with the purplish-blue blades Viola had managed to wound It with. Blood dripped from Its serrated maw as It tracked every tiny movement the girl and her enchanted weaponry made, claws digging into the smooth white ground until it cracked like eggshells.
A stream of black smoke trailed from Its wounded leg, the wispy pulses of gore detaching from Its body and simply floating away, ghost-like, across the harsh white of the Nexus. Viola watched them go, her eyes glowing like pretty little jewels that Its claws ached to scrape out and pop between Its jaws. Her mouth pressed into a thin line despite the scarlet tear tracks burned into her cheeks— lily white cheeks still plump with a touch of baby fat, squishy and delightfully soft-looking.
Pennywise snarled, again making to swipe at her with Its enormous, paw-like hands, teeth churning inside Its cavernous mouth like the chain of a chainsaw. The blades crossed in front of Viola flashed and came swiftly to her defense, twin crescents of pale blue cast over her cheeks in reverse shadow. A screeching clang! rang out, sonorant and immeasurably intense.
Heart pounding, the girl expertly deflected the clown’s grab for her, razor-edged claws jarring against the violently violet aether-blades with such force that she was almost forced to take a step back to steady herself. Almost, because the strength of her magic was far superior to that of Pennywise in Its diminished state; the blades jerked mid-flight and sliced through the air seemingly of their own accord— biting deep into the clown’s silk jacket and encouraging even more acidic gore to spurt forth, black splashes of Its alien blood drifting into the air like spider-silk.
It reeled backward, a yowl twisting Its vermillion lips into a dreadful sneer as It gibbered vile, inhuman nonsense, swiftly assuming a stance that was hunched over, guarded. Viola did not balk in the face of this hateful expression, nor did she respond sympathetically when Its mouth sagged into a pout. Instead, her blades hovered in the space between them, fiercely-glinting tips aimed squarely at Its bulbous skull and poised for battle.
To the cerulean-haired youth, this brief impasse felt remarkably similar to staring down the sights of a gun into the hungry eyes of a lion. She would not allow this beast to get under her guard again.
“Stay back,” she commanded severely, and kept her voice from wavering as a drop of cold fear slid down her spine. “I will not hesitate to hurt you again.”
Eyes rolling widely within their sockets, the beast pouted even more, Its spit-slick, bright red bottom lip jutting deliberately out. When It spoke again, the clown’s voice was husky, almost a purr, choked with rumbling anger and starvation. “Stay back! Hmmm-zmmm, I think not. Nope, not gonna do that, short-stack. But, if you’re in the mood for making demands… I certainly wouldn’t say no to a polite request to eat you quickly!”
This was, of course, a bold-faced lie. It did not plan to kill Viola outright, not even if she pleaded for the sweet release of death. Oh, no. First, It would have to catch her, scare her a little, salt the meat with sweat, blood, and tasty, tasty fear. Then, Pennywise would make her float… keep her around as Its own personal go-to snack, picking off her limbs one by one until not a morsel was left for It to gnaw on… once the hunger grew to be too much, anyway.
The clown sprang forward onto Its hands, smiling ferociously as a gleaming bombardment of aether-blades came flying at Its face. One embedded itself into the creature’s shoulder, sliding out through Its fabric-covered back and tugging grotesquely at the sticky, silken membrane. The ruffles surrounding Its neck puffed out as Its body contorted into a frankly impossible handstand, spine cracking with such violence that Viola’s own vertebrae twinged, the blade Pennywise had been impaled with twisting horrifically.
It ambled forward on Its palms with surprising speed, eyes twinkling from within Its ghastly caricature of a face. Viola brought her blades back around, the one stuck into Pennywise’s flesh wrenching out with a sickening squelch, nearly severing that limb.
”Come play with the clown, kiddo! Don’t be shhhyyyy!” Pennywise growled, chasing the blade’s trajectory, jaws sealing around the cold steel as the blade swung ‘round to fend It off.
Like a circus tiger stalking the length of its cage, It prowled around the fence of suspended blades the little treat had made for herself, pearly white teeth bared in agitation. A sense of being both hunter and hunted boiled Its lifeblood, fury coloring Its eyes a hair-raising red that clashed with the purplish-blue blades Viola had managed to wound It with. Blood dripped from Its serrated maw as It tracked every tiny movement the girl and her enchanted weaponry made, claws digging into the smooth white ground until it cracked like eggshells.
A stream of black smoke trailed from Its wounded leg, the wispy pulses of gore detaching from Its body and simply floating away, ghost-like, across the harsh white of the Nexus. Viola watched them go, her eyes glowing like pretty little jewels that Its claws ached to scrape out and pop between Its jaws. Her mouth pressed into a thin line despite the scarlet tear tracks burned into her cheeks— lily white cheeks still plump with a touch of baby fat, squishy and delightfully soft-looking.
Pennywise snarled, again making to swipe at her with Its enormous, paw-like hands, teeth churning inside Its cavernous mouth like the chain of a chainsaw. The blades crossed in front of Viola flashed and came swiftly to her defense, twin crescents of pale blue cast over her cheeks in reverse shadow. A screeching clang! rang out, sonorant and immeasurably intense.
Heart pounding, the girl expertly deflected the clown’s grab for her, razor-edged claws jarring against the violently violet aether-blades with such force that she was almost forced to take a step back to steady herself. Almost, because the strength of her magic was far superior to that of Pennywise in Its diminished state; the blades jerked mid-flight and sliced through the air seemingly of their own accord— biting deep into the clown’s silk jacket and encouraging even more acidic gore to spurt forth, black splashes of Its alien blood drifting into the air like spider-silk.
It reeled backward, a yowl twisting Its vermillion lips into a dreadful sneer as It gibbered vile, inhuman nonsense, swiftly assuming a stance that was hunched over, guarded. Viola did not balk in the face of this hateful expression, nor did she respond sympathetically when Its mouth sagged into a pout. Instead, her blades hovered in the space between them, fiercely-glinting tips aimed squarely at Its bulbous skull and poised for battle.
To the cerulean-haired youth, this brief impasse felt remarkably similar to staring down the sights of a gun into the hungry eyes of a lion. She would not allow this beast to get under her guard again.
“Stay back,” she commanded severely, and kept her voice from wavering as a drop of cold fear slid down her spine. “I will not hesitate to hurt you again.”
Eyes rolling widely within their sockets, the beast pouted even more, Its spit-slick, bright red bottom lip jutting deliberately out. When It spoke again, the clown’s voice was husky, almost a purr, choked with rumbling anger and starvation. “Stay back! Hmmm-zmmm, I think not. Nope, not gonna do that, short-stack. But, if you’re in the mood for making demands… I certainly wouldn’t say no to a polite request to eat you quickly!”
This was, of course, a bold-faced lie. It did not plan to kill Viola outright, not even if she pleaded for the sweet release of death. Oh, no. First, It would have to catch her, scare her a little, salt the meat with sweat, blood, and tasty, tasty fear. Then, Pennywise would make her float… keep her around as Its own personal go-to snack, picking off her limbs one by one until not a morsel was left for It to gnaw on… once the hunger grew to be too much, anyway.
The clown sprang forward onto Its hands, smiling ferociously as a gleaming bombardment of aether-blades came flying at Its face. One embedded itself into the creature’s shoulder, sliding out through Its fabric-covered back and tugging grotesquely at the sticky, silken membrane. The ruffles surrounding Its neck puffed out as Its body contorted into a frankly impossible handstand, spine cracking with such violence that Viola’s own vertebrae twinged, the blade Pennywise had been impaled with twisting horrifically.
It ambled forward on Its palms with surprising speed, eyes twinkling from within Its ghastly caricature of a face. Viola brought her blades back around, the one stuck into Pennywise’s flesh wrenching out with a sickening squelch, nearly severing that limb.
”Come play with the clown, kiddo! Don’t be shhhyyyy!” Pennywise growled, chasing the blade’s trajectory, jaws sealing around the cold steel as the blade swung ‘round to fend It off.
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Penny got stabbed some more. Poor clown!
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