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Ecdysis
Aug 31, 2019 4:44:45 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Aug 31, 2019 4:44:45 GMT -6
With it seemed to be one last amount of channeling his strength, Flare managed to shove his head upwards, butting his opponent in the face. A snarling roar, the chaos being broke away, clutching its face and howling. [You broke my snout!] it spat, glowering. Slowly, the ssashirk sat himself up. His shedding skin hung in ribbons upon him, and now unbearably itchy in the jointed areas. The skin from his lower jaw hung low, like a female human's low cut shirt. Or a scarf. One hand inched up, tracing those long horns that framed his face. One hung at an angle, but wasn't broken; just hanging by a thread of skin. A sneaky idea came to the chaos being; its eyes lit up. Flare found himself staring.... at himself. His gaze roamed from horns to toes, cracky skin now broken almost everywhere. Then not again. The chaos creature sat back on its booted heels, holding its face. 5.5 lv 40 flare
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Ecdysis
Aug 31, 2019 5:08:46 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Aug 31, 2019 5:08:46 GMT -6
Distressed, the chaotic humanoid kicked out, firmly planting its clawed boot in Flare's chest, sending him flat on his back with not much warning. The wind was knocked out of him as the drake landed on his back, thankfully not breaking his tail or his wings. [Now roll you varmit, roll.] it sneered, still occupied by hands with its face. Not a broken snout but damn... ouch. [Get those skin ribbons off you. Its your own fault if you necrotize off your fingers or toes.] 'Would the nightmare en-' ['NO, IT WILL NOT END IF YOUR FINGERS AND TOES FALL OFF. ROLL.'] a sharp snarl invaded his thoughts before the thought even finished creating itself inside his mind. No matter what he seemed to think, somehow he heard a rebuttal and the command to roll. Reluctantly, and feeling foolish, the drake rolled. Rolled around and got gravel rubbing in places that gravel typically shouldn't be. Like the armpit, or the scalp. Or the fork of your legs. The gravel felt rough, pulling at the loosening skins, or tearing further and further. Imagine the shock his ribcage felt when the final splits across his upper torso finally broke free and apart. 1.5
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Ecdysis
Aug 31, 2019 5:41:05 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Aug 31, 2019 5:41:05 GMT -6
Just how long had the ssashirk been overdue for his shed, the chaos being wondered, watching the drake's reaction of a gasping inhale when all the restraints upon his chest and torso had split free. Deep inhale, big exhale. Deep inhale, big exhale. Sounded like a long time to its untrained ear. The skin being sluffed off was much thicker then the average shed though. Snakes and ssashirk and other reptiles had a nearly paper-thin shed. This took some heavy-duty tearing and sluffing. [Shedding must be a real exercise for a lug like you. Getting all that extra weight off your back; literally.] the creature teased, finally pulling clawed gloves away from its face. The coffee-colored beaklike nose was crooked, a bit bloody, but not physically broken. No reaction, except perhaps an increase of shuffling around on the back to dislodge more skin. Wow, it seemed to take a lot to get under this drake's skin. Quite literally. But going by the slow leaving of skin ribbons in the gravel and the sand, this seemed to be doing the trick. 2.5
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Ecdysis
Aug 31, 2019 5:49:14 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Aug 31, 2019 5:49:14 GMT -6
He didn't honestly think anything of the rather short and soft breaths he'd been taking recently had anything to do with how tight his skin had become. Perhaps this had been a thing ever since the incident and he'd believed it was part of his initial condition. Or developed over the trek across the desert and the scrub into the central Pethian environment. But this sense of freedom as he breathed and squirmed around in the gravel, seemed to start parting the clouds inside Flare's mind. Being...this. Being this could well not be a nightmare, or as much as he believed it to be initially. A nightmare that refused to let him wake up. Maybe... there was something to work with. Look at the other side of the fence as well; he was alive. That was a huge point in the right direction. Could still walk, and still talk. S- not sort of. Could talk. 3.5
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Ecdysis
Aug 31, 2019 5:55:24 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Aug 31, 2019 5:55:24 GMT -6
The chaos creature watched the drake as he squirmed around, both physically as well as his semi fractured mind. The clouds in his head seemed to be starting to part, to let a little life-giving sunshine in. A smirk spread across his features, smooth and handsome to humans. The invisible mark left upon the drake's sorry sight of a physical form he had a guess. There was a faint marking of being rejected by another; by the Mother of Draconic. Not many could anger her. Did the creature's mind hold a key? Sneakily, the chaos creature probed the memories of the drake. Mm mmhmm. Ah. So that's what happened. Come to think of it, the ssashirk before him did have a stunningly strong resemblance to a lashak, with additions and a brain. Yes, the chaos creature didn't get along much with lashak, they were a brutish bunch that took 'dragon thinking' to a T, with the gold hoarding, burning everything, and being big greedy b's. 4.5
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Ecdysis
Aug 31, 2019 6:01:49 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Aug 31, 2019 6:01:49 GMT -6
'[No wonder Ma Draconic got pissed off. This is plain wrong.]' the chaos creature thought to itself; himself. Some god or other deity had done a bad thing. Almost like what the labs had done. It left a bad taste in the chaos creature's mouth to even consider that. Humans and gods could both commit atrocities that went beyond words. This was one of them. Flare sat up at last, working to pick out the gravel that lodged itself in places it shouldn't really go. Flexing his wings to the point of seeing the tattered membranes and shifting them up and down. Nothing happened but a few gravel pebbles dropped out. The scarflike wrap of skin around his neck had torn, enough that he could reach up and tear through it himself with his bare hands. The skin pulled but didn't hurt as it pulled away from each individual armored scale. Ripppp The skin finally broke and the chunk was cast away. Cream and wildfire united happily as they came to his throat. 5.5 lv 41 flare
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Ecdysis
Sept 1, 2019 5:25:36 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Sept 1, 2019 5:25:36 GMT -6
The movement caught Flare's vision in the very corner; of the pained expression, the chaos creature wore when he tore off that chunk of skin. Reaching up and massaging its own throat and chest area a bit. It sparked a slight amusement, but the drake didn't initially understand why. {I heard of other species of reptile eating their sheds. Is this a true statement of... what I am?} he puzzled aloud, scratching one open palm to loosen the skin. The creature near him did a Raptor Jesus sort of motion, tapping the underside of its jaw with a clawed finger while pondering. [ I wouldn't eat yours.] it finally remarks. {'Too thick. It'll degrade soon enough. Or throw it in your compost. Add some minerals to your soil.] Flare paused in his scratching of scales. {I can smell it on you, whelp. Dirt. Lots of it. You either labor in it all day or garden for a hobby.] Thing's nose seemed to be keener then the drake originally gave it credit. 1.5
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Ecdysis
Sept 1, 2019 5:35:31 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Sept 1, 2019 5:35:31 GMT -6
{Do you spy on everyone here?} From his own point of view, the chaos creature's actions invaded his privacy. Physically the drake had nothing to hide. Heck, he'd been in the nude since he woke up in this mess to start with. It made a chuckling noise in the deeper realm of the throat. Almost a humming laugh. [ I do not spy on the creatures of this land. Would rather walk among them if I am bored; in which I am.} the creature finally answered. [ A personal eye's view is worth the words of a thousand spies, as someone would say.} Well, that seemed to make enough sense to the drake. Something/someone who'd rather be in the thick of the action. The thought brought a memory to the surface, which saddened the ssashirk. He set into rubbing off more skin shreds. {If it's starting to stick again, do another dip in the water.} 2.5
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Ecdysis
Sept 1, 2019 5:48:03 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Sept 1, 2019 5:48:03 GMT -6
The dip in the water seemed to be just what the figurative doctor ordered. His legs were getting tired from having to do all that balancing between tail and good leg, having given out a while back and letting him just sit in the gravel. Carefully, Flare rolled himself around and over to get back into the water. Awkward, but it worked. He belly-flopped and/or dove into the shallows, splashing water everywhere. Beneath the water, he could hear a barely audible shriek of angry. Must've gotten fancypants chaos being wet. The drake didn't pay attention as he wiggled and dug his way off the floor to get into slightly deeper water. Shreds of skin floated to the surface as a result of the movements underwater. The chaos creature hated getting wet. hated it. Ruined the feathers, he was not a duck dammit. No waterproofing here. But the drake wasn't coming up for air just yet. Oh, no, there he was. Several feet out it seemed. 3.5
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Ecdysis
Sept 1, 2019 6:01:01 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Sept 1, 2019 6:01:01 GMT -6
With the second dip into the loch, the drake found he rather enjoyed splashing around in the water. Water play was nigh impossible in most of the desert. The oasis remained sacred mannah, good for trade with the roving ssashirk clans or any other traders. It wasn't for splashing around or playing in. In the water, it didn't make near as much of a difference of the length of his limbs. His arms, good leg, and tail could cover some distance, he theorized. Granted, might want to keep to the shallows until he believed himself adequate enough to swim properly. Maybe it was a ssashirk thing. Wading out, not so easy. He had to squirm and kick his way back to the shore, now drenched, dripping water and skin shreds. But if he started rolling around in the gravels now, it seemed to be sluffing off much easier again. The chaos creature seemed to ignore him now, picking at its open jaws. 4.5
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Ecdysis
Sept 1, 2019 6:13:54 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Sept 1, 2019 6:13:54 GMT -6
Time seemed to pass slowly. The sun slowly arcing its way around the sky. The ssashirk drake alternated rolling around in the gravel to break loose the skin, scraping it off with his now shinier and less itchy hands once the scales had lifted to peel them off. When the shreds dried again, he would get back in the water and wet down once again. This continued for a while, until the last time Flare dragged himself from the water. The thing he didn't realize about water play, is that its really hard work. His muscles ached with use as he flopped into the damp gravel, practically freed of his tormentedly tight shed. Which now floated in the water. Blew around lightly in the wind. Slightly buried into the gravel. A mess of a site. He took a freeingly deep breath, and exhaled. Relaxing into the warming stones. It felt rather good on his belly. Perhaps... a gravel bed would be needed for his garden. Something spat into the dirt in his sight range. Turning his head, Flare looked upon a rudimentary necklace, adorned with teeth. One tooth stood out at the end, the focal point; shiny and sharp and white. Past that, the chaos creature recovered its lost mask, tapping out the gravel pieces. {Is this...} {Don't say a word.} the chaos thing hissed. Its mood had turned darker. Favoring one side of its mouth underneath the mask. {Just don't get yourself murdered by offending something of higher existence.} the wind caught sharply, and the thing was gone in a CRACK of sound. What a way to say goodbye. 5.5 lv 42 Flare -end
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