In a sweaty, conjoined pile of heavy panting and shared pleasure, each of them collapsed against the heap and one another. Hands stroked lovingly along flesh, lingering gasps of bliss still escaping their lips, and in that moment they had never felt so close. Madre smirked as she gazed upon her newly claimed children, watching their heated bodies writhe and shiver as they huddled close together unable to escape their passion; now all she could do was wait.
“Carna! I found her!” The amazon’s large stride carried her in haste towards her partner’s call. Lily was knelt to the grass just beside a tree in the distance; beside her in a feeble state laid Sunflower, her back propped against the base of the tree, her head weakly slumped, bobbing as she tried not to faint. Carna lowered her frame beside the two women, checking the buxom blonde’s vitals intently, “Best I can make she is unharmed…” Lily’s tone was frantic, her tearful eyes turning to the woman she had come to rely so fiercely upon, “Then w-what’s wrong with her? Why is she like this!?” In a calm voice Carna turned to her lover, placing a strong hand delicately on her shoulder, “Calm yourself, Lily… You found her, that is enough for now.” Lily whimpered, her hidden face flush and slick with warm tears as she gingerly stroked beautiful golden hair. “We cannot stay…” The titan of a woman spoke gently, her strong arms scooping Sunflower close and pulling the woman’s curvy frame to her chest, cradling her safely and allowing her head to rest on her shoulder; “We will take her with us, she should return to the others.” The paler of the two women clung tightly to the darker, squeezing herself close and letting out a few residual tears before the three of them set off towards the heap from whence they came.
In this place their was no true sense of time, hours feeling like days, minutes feeling like hours in the seemingly endless myriad of dark trees and snowing identical heaps. Carna had left a trail, deep scrapes in the bark of each tree they passed up until the moment they found Sunflower; when she disappeared they had fallen off that path, but now they had managed to get back on track. Sunflower shivered in the amazon’s arms as she now slept, untold horrors plaguing her mind as she tossed and turned relentlessly. Lily took the blonde’s hand tightly in her own in a vain attempt at comforting her, but there was no peace for the traumatized girl and it broke the fiery haired girl’s heart. In truth, Lily knew that none of this was her doing, but she was incapable of shaking the irrational guilt that haunted her. Why had she not watched her more closely? Did she even need to sleep then? Why had they not sought her out more quickly after they discovered her disappearance? Though she was deaf to it the redhead’s inner turmoil must have forced a whimper from her, “Lily… please do not do this to yourself. We have her now, that is what matters.” Carna’s voice was sincere but demanding, leaving no room for dispute. They continued on in near silence for a time, and then they heard it; deep in the darkest depths of the forest, far beyond their view, an otherworldly shrieking ripped through the stagnant air and sent chills of horror down Lily’s spine.
Lily yelped, “Oh my god, what w-…!?” Carna turned to face the direction from whence the horrid sound came, stepping between it and Lily as her partner grasped her in terrified insecurity, and soon the sound was followed by several identical cries further off in the distance. Clasping her mighty arms around Sunflower’s convulsing form like a vice, her body shifted into a readied position, and the most serious tone Lily had ever heard escaped the amazon’s lips beneath a long, weighted breath; “Lily… run.” Another inhuman screech pierced the atmosphere now closer than before that siphoned a scream that could not escape the freckled girl’s mouth; Carna barked, “That way! Now!” Lily whimpered, turning to bolt far into the distance with all of her might at Carna’s command, looking back towards her lover as tears streamed her face. The bronze woman stood her ground, prepared to do what it took to protect the woman she loved, but as the shrieks grew nearer their array broadened, and as soon as they had emerged they could be heard racing in pursuit of Lily. Panic overwhelmed Carna, her body igniting with adrenaline that enflamed her blood as she followed the diverting sound’s path with her eyes. In a galloping stride the amazon’s muscles tensed and launched her through the darkess, the unconscious Sunflower writhing horribly at each shriek in the distance; Carna slung her over her shoulder and picked up her pace, her heart pounding a fury it had only known a few times before. Lily’s plump form could be seen in the distance, flush and struggling with the greatest of efforts but rapidly losing steam, and though Carna was swiftly catching up to her the screeching kept pace every step of the way. Gritting her teeth, the charging woman kicked off the ground so hard clumps of grass and dirt were torn from beneath her feet, and in a brilliant leap she swept her arm around her lover’s waist and lifted her up over her free shoulder; she now carried the two women she had been caring for since her arrival in this accursed place, and she would be damned if she would let anything happen to them now.
The sound of shrieking filled the air far in the distance, their vile calls crawling beneath his skin and making him tremble; he had been right, they really were all going to die out here, but that did not mean he had to march headlong towards such a fate if he could help it. What had sounded so close only moments ago were now long behind him, his breath raspy as he hyperventilated so hard it made him dizzy, and to his great fortune it seemed that the direction he had chosen to run was in near exact opposition of that which he chose to avoid. The screeching had all but faded into obscuring now, and at least he felt as if he could rest; collapsing his back to the nearest pile of dust, the cowardly man slumped towards the ground below and continued to catch his breath. “…Why is this happening…?” Lanky fingers snaked across the rough dome atop his mask, their chipped fingernails scraping lightly as the madness lingered within his mind; long gone were any hopes this had all been some sort of fever dream, but it was in fact a reality. This was all more than he could take, far more than anyone could or ever should be expected to endure, and of all people he had to be among those burdened with it. Why him? He had always been the weak one, always the coward who hid when there was even the slightest hint of danger, always avoiding even the faintest risks in favor of exaggerated self preservation. The thought of someone like him being faced with such horrors was enough to turn the stomach, but instead he turned to unkempt rage. The man’s pale hand clenched into a weak fist, striking back against the ivory dust in which he rested; again it struck, and again, until soon he found himself kneeling before it, striking furiously at the ever pouring heap of dust, clawing and screaming in frustration and fear, fleeting clouds of white filling the air and dissolving in an instant. ‘It was enough to break anyone’, he thought to himself. There he was, slumped down over his knees as his chest heaved and his numb hands fell slack against the grass, tranced so deeply he was unable to notice the heavy footsteps approaching.
“…Ya done?” A withered scream echoed through the woods at the sudden revelation that he was no longer alone, his thin frame stumbling back as he desperately tried to crawl away before his brain could focus long enough to bring clarity to his vision. Standing before him, a sturdy dark skinned frame and bulging muscles partially obscured by selective bone plating, loomed the man by whom he had once so aggressively been disciplined. “D-don’t do that! You coulda given me a heartattack!” The riled man struggled to his feet in haste, having to fall back a moment before haphazardly reclaiming his balance, his scornful eyes once more finding his abuser. “…Or d’you want that!? Bet you’d love it, you brute!” Ox scoffed, his hulking frame turning ever so slightly to begin marching passed the frantic man’s accusations as if to abandon him, “Whatever man, you chill out here all you want.” The bitter man growled lightly under his breath, a shameful display of frustration he truthfully feared would be heard. “Fine…! Y-you can fuck right off!” The towering man’s gait halted, his large shoulders partially obscuring the glare now directed over it towards the insults. A pale, scrawny throat swallowed with an audible ‘gulp’ as the cold gaze sent shivers throughout his form, and all he could do was freeze in total silence. Once more Ox turned away and began to fade into the darkness. “…Damnit…” The man’s cowardice was ultimately the most fierce of impressions left upon him, and just as his paranoia caused him to jump from fright at a distant shriek he only thought he heard, he ran in the direction of the man he had berated, “…W-wait!”
Bird and her group slumbered peacefully against the mounds of dust, their consciousness lost to the mesermizing bliss they had shared between them. Madre sat with a regal posture upon her ivory throne, Furore curled at her side as her mother tenderly stroked her long, black hair; a hulking, blood spattered man with a wildly matted mane creeping from beneath his cracked mask presented himself at the foot of the heap, taking knee as Superbia and Imperium cleared a gap to accomodate him. Madre smirked at the sight of him, her tone expectant of fortune; “Is it done?” The large man tilted his plated head towards the ground as if in shame, his tense fist clenching a cleaver-like piece of bone stained red so tightly his knuckles turned white, his other hand heftily lugging a scarlet drenched sack from off his back and crudely dropping it before him; a gruff and guttural voice cautiously spoke, “…Lupus has returned to you, my lady… Marita still runs.” His rough hands pulled at the sack, shifting the weight of its contents until a body limply tumpled free; there, staining the grass a deep sanguine, was the broken remains of Nefertiti’s lover. What remained of his liquid blood was thick and sticky, its darkened form oozing across the soil and into the base of the heap. As the blood was absorbed into the dust of the heap, it appeared as if the pile itself began to siphon the fluid into itself, consuming it hungrily; soon the dust stretched and crawled across the bloody trail, making its way upon the corpse before entirely enveloping it, pulling it deep inside until not a trace, not even stains of red upon the grass, remained.
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