Lickypede | 3. Boxed In

While they were definitely not pleased in my badgering for descriptions on their experience, they eventually relented and gave me the details that I otherwise would be incapable of describing.

 

The skeletal fingers that had once been their own, they...er… explained, at first felt like their nerves and muscles were clustered together. Much like being flexed, beginning to grow intensely more warm as this happened. The pain of the bone just barely poked through the discomfort of the growing, burning sensation. Something I believe to be related to the tar.

 

The skeletal mass seemed to collect coagulated bits of this and torn muscle from its struggle, gentle as it might be, through the fleshy tube their arms had become. I watched as the other arm cease its struggle. They said it was being forced. While they felt nothing guiding them, their hand moved of its own accord. Delicately gripping the finger tips, it began to tug and guide the flesh off.

 

I still remember the horrid noise of syrupy suction, a squicky squishing sound that sent me shivering. Stuck shocked, I was forced to watch my partner’s shoulder suffer a similar fate to their fingers. Rolling and working towards the throat like a sweater, the arms folding and shifting as they squirmed towards the throat.

 

My friend might have been screaming at this moment, should a torrent of that black mucus not have been rocketing from their lips. It was quite unseemly, I am sure they are happy I was too shocked to work a camera properly (though I had accidentally taken plenty of blurry swashes of colors, images of bushes and trees, and my finger in this mess) as the sticky mess of black and blood, i couldn't even think of where to start on my theories of what might be the likely candidate for the sudden increase of red in the strain slurry dribbling over their collar bone.

 

I might have actually started taking pictures at that very moment, had it not gone down hill from there. Instead, we have a picture of what had been our intended target cornering me in an oddly placed shipping container. I had snuck into it at a moment I had believed it hadn’t seen me, thinking the purple eyes covering its torso of coagulated pitch were simply decorative. A bit of camouflage meant to throw off predators and prey, I have seen plenty of examples of eyespots in insects and amphibians I had taken photos of. Prey animals.

 

This was a poor judgment call. A prey judgment call! Journalism shouldn't be making prey judgment calls, JOURNALISM SHOULD BE THE PREDATOR!

 

 

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=/=/ LOCATION /=/=

 

Ironwood Hills, Lost Boys

 

*~*~* BODY *~*~*

 

Shape by Me

Skin: + Fallen Gods Inc + Obsydian, Red Elemental, Shaved

 

*~* Head *~*

 

+ Aii + DreamWeaver (Rage) // Copied and Cobbled into the void in his head.

Hair: Magicka Things

Head: DRD / Death Row Designs | Faces Of Death / F.O.D | Blind Venomous Carnage

 

*~* Torso *~*

 

Ro / Remarkable Oblivion - Azrael Bone Wings - Red

Ro / Remarkable Oblivion - Broken Heart Necklace

 

- Cobbled and Copied by me over Torso and Arms -

+ Aii + DreamWeaver's Eye (Dream)

[ni.Ju] Cheeky Chompers

Yellow JesteR - Jeepers Peepers

 

*~* Arms *~*

 

+ Aii + Sinner Hands

 

*~* Waist & Hips *~*

 

+ Aii + Gluttonous Orifice

 

*~* Legs, So Many Legs *~*

 

+ Aii + Centipede Body

 

*~*~* CLOTHING *~*~*

 

*~* Head *~*

 

Tamagosenbei Purple Eye Yokai Pet

[ The Forge ] Witcher Headpiece, Gold

 

*~* Torso *~*

 

.aisling. Fangarth Necklace

.aisling. Ragun

DRD / Death Row Designs | Zombie Apoc - Zombie Arm

PFC / Pucca FireCaster creations ~ Bones - Choker

Done