Re: The Relentless Slaughter [Round 2: S'kkoi]
09-27-2011, 10:29 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Really, it wasn’t so bad once he got the hang of it. ‘It’ being ‘everything he wasn’t immediately familiar with’ which, actually, now that he thought about it, could be easily simplified to ‘everything.’ Water was a rather paltry obstacle and he walked through it with ease. Walking, by the way, was also not much of a problem, though his neck was starting to ache from staring sideways too much. Maybe it was just that once he got his bearings, his instincts just kicked in. His crab instincts. He never realized he had crab instincts.
Samael slid down another hill (…dune?) and almost gently collided with a rock at the bottom. The city was growing ever closer, but he still felt that he was going extremely slowly. (Perhaps his crab instincts weren’t as strong as he had thought.) Honestly. Of all aquatic life, of all the fast-swimming sharks and octopodes and what-have-you, and he got the crab, pretty much the only one who moved ponderously. Well, besides starfishes. And probably a bunch of other things he couldn’t think of. Oh man, at least he wasn’t part-sea cucumber. (How would that even work?)
It was while he was thinking about this that he saw a creature barreling towards him out of the corner of his eye. Samael turned to greet it, claws raised. (Actually, he hadn’t really managed to learn how to use those yet…oh well, hopefully he would learn quickly.) The black streak whipped around him as he snapped at it and hissed (though it just came out as bubbles). It seemed to slither through the water a few feet away before circling around, waiting for him to turn his back. As Samael stood there, giving off a few warning snaps, he realized that the city wasn’t perpendicular to him anymore. Which would be a big problem if he wanted to keep going there.
Well, even if he was sideways, he could still keep an eye on the thing. And he could probably keep retaliating if it suddenly shot towards him. And in any case, he could just try running as fast as he could. Which was admittedly not much at all with these gangly crab legs.
Letting out a large sigh in the form of more bubbles, Samael turned sideways, snapping a claw again when it seemed the creature started towards him. And then he galloped away.
His speed surprised him as much as it did the creature and he managed to trip over himself but was upright again a second later. The creature began circling around him, closer and closer, before it tried to constrict him, but he managed to clamp on to its tail and squeezed hard enough to discourage it from any other attack, and it simply followed far behind, settling for a sullen glare.
Samael suddenly found himself in the ruins of the city. Well, that was good. But he really was expecting to see at least one of the oth—
Samael tumbled in the water when something suddenly slammed into him. Looking up, it was an unmistakably sharkified…what’s-his-face. Matthew…no…Martin, right. Sharky Martin Sharkface was looking for what he crashed into as well and as they locked eyes, he seemed to tense up.
Samael raised a claw in a pacifying greeting, causing Martin to get up and shoot off.
“Hey!” Samael tried to shout, though it came out a garbled mess. The demon attempted to follow, but Martin was too fast. And also, Samael tripped as soon as he got up.
"Hey! Martin! Wait!"
Though of course, it was unlikely anybody could understand him.
Really, it wasn’t so bad once he got the hang of it. ‘It’ being ‘everything he wasn’t immediately familiar with’ which, actually, now that he thought about it, could be easily simplified to ‘everything.’ Water was a rather paltry obstacle and he walked through it with ease. Walking, by the way, was also not much of a problem, though his neck was starting to ache from staring sideways too much. Maybe it was just that once he got his bearings, his instincts just kicked in. His crab instincts. He never realized he had crab instincts.
Samael slid down another hill (…dune?) and almost gently collided with a rock at the bottom. The city was growing ever closer, but he still felt that he was going extremely slowly. (Perhaps his crab instincts weren’t as strong as he had thought.) Honestly. Of all aquatic life, of all the fast-swimming sharks and octopodes and what-have-you, and he got the crab, pretty much the only one who moved ponderously. Well, besides starfishes. And probably a bunch of other things he couldn’t think of. Oh man, at least he wasn’t part-sea cucumber. (How would that even work?)
It was while he was thinking about this that he saw a creature barreling towards him out of the corner of his eye. Samael turned to greet it, claws raised. (Actually, he hadn’t really managed to learn how to use those yet…oh well, hopefully he would learn quickly.) The black streak whipped around him as he snapped at it and hissed (though it just came out as bubbles). It seemed to slither through the water a few feet away before circling around, waiting for him to turn his back. As Samael stood there, giving off a few warning snaps, he realized that the city wasn’t perpendicular to him anymore. Which would be a big problem if he wanted to keep going there.
Well, even if he was sideways, he could still keep an eye on the thing. And he could probably keep retaliating if it suddenly shot towards him. And in any case, he could just try running as fast as he could. Which was admittedly not much at all with these gangly crab legs.
Letting out a large sigh in the form of more bubbles, Samael turned sideways, snapping a claw again when it seemed the creature started towards him. And then he galloped away.
His speed surprised him as much as it did the creature and he managed to trip over himself but was upright again a second later. The creature began circling around him, closer and closer, before it tried to constrict him, but he managed to clamp on to its tail and squeezed hard enough to discourage it from any other attack, and it simply followed far behind, settling for a sullen glare.
Samael suddenly found himself in the ruins of the city. Well, that was good. But he really was expecting to see at least one of the oth—
Samael tumbled in the water when something suddenly slammed into him. Looking up, it was an unmistakably sharkified…what’s-his-face. Matthew…no…Martin, right. Sharky Martin Sharkface was looking for what he crashed into as well and as they locked eyes, he seemed to tense up.
Samael raised a claw in a pacifying greeting, causing Martin to get up and shoot off.
“Hey!” Samael tried to shout, though it came out a garbled mess. The demon attempted to follow, but Martin was too fast. And also, Samael tripped as soon as he got up.
"Hey! Martin! Wait!"
Though of course, it was unlikely anybody could understand him.