Obtaining mimic ichor/Peaches death

[19:01:58] Dark puddles of ooze lay about the floor, an awful, terrible feeling comes from all corners of the house, but a particular corner seems expecially vile, awful...Sad, so terribly sad. Soft sobs, gurgles, and even the sound of goop slapping together can be heard. A figure moves in the darkness, something shivers, a cry of pain heard...

Peaches voice crying out.

Gripping her arms, her once beautiful visage is long gone. All she is a barley formed, oozing, goopy body; in the shape of a woman. She tries so very hard to keep her form, to keep from falling to a puddle of goo...But its so hard. Where was he? Where was Spike? She was so scared, in so much pain...

What did she do?

Looking at the puddle of black water under her, she begins to sob louder, her body slowly melting, her life slowly fading. She was dying, she knew it, and she was dying. How...How could this happen? How could she just...accept this? She hated it, diliked it; wanted so badly to...

Live.

But she was dying, she was NOT going to make it...Not ever. It hurt so much, and she wanted to see him so much, wanted to see her husband one more time, to hug him, to kiss him...To feel his warmth.

Just one more time...

"S-Spike..."
(Peaches)
[19:07:05] Depravity. The amount of wrongness that crawled off of the indivsual known as Spike Malpercius was incredible, ever being monsterous as their occultic boots pounded on the sides of their ivory bone horse. The man would have been riding his steed for a good few minutes along the paths of Alteros, before dismounting the horse and stopping at his house.

The boots would clammer to the ground, the man coming to the door way and producing a key. Though they had a mansion in Antegria, this was where the man remained in Alteros, an easy house just for him. Opening up the door, the man would hum to himself, coming inside the house and then closing the door before turning around.. And noticing the black puddles in the house. A look of confusion, glancing about when he saw her.

Peaches, losing her shape and form.. "Peaches? Whats wrong?.. " The man would ask with a blink.
(Spike Malpercius)
[19:17:20] The old mimic would shudder and wince. Reaching forwards, she held hand out to the man. But...Imediatly her fingers began to drip goo and she would stare in horror. Pulling her heand back with a cry of anguish. How could this be happening...? Listenin to Spike, she took a deep breath, her voice warped, sounding watery...Like she was drowning.

" I...I don't have m-much time left...S-Spike...Spike I'm n-not a long lived c-creature...I'm...I...It hurts...I c-can't feel...Spike...Spike I w-want to tell you something...I love, I really, really love y-you...But..."

Hugging herself, another sob escaped her, shaking her whole body, causing it to melt just...A little faster....

" I c-can't hold on...M-Much longer...MY body..IT...IT w-wont hold shape...I-IT's...IT's falling apart..."
(Peaches)
[19:22:27] A story of loss, written by Spike Malpercius.

If Spike were writing an autobiography, that is what the man would have named it. The Vindicator's arms would outstreach, the Malpercian moving forwards to hug Peaches, perhaps the dumbest move he could have made considering that she was turning into highly acidic goop. Luickly the occultic armor that he wore clung strong to him, not allowing for so much pain, but the man would hold his wife in silence.

"Peaches..."

A quiet almost begging voice from Spike. For once it was not one of joy or entertainment. No, instead the tears would perhaps be visable one his face depite him not knowing why.. Why did people have to die, memories flooding his mind over the loss of Dargoth, first, then many of the others, including memories that weren't even once his.. The hands of many he had touched, dead and gone with the wind, the last face being that of his 'niece' Synestra before being brought back to the world before him.

"... Please.. Don't leave me Peaches.." A hiver now from the man, though it was hard to see his expression in that hood.

".. I love you.. don't leave me.."
(Spike Malpercius)
[19:36:57] The once beautiful mimic would lean on the man. She could keep from becoming acidic, she...Could barley keep herself from falling apart. But her arms wrapped around the man, the woman sobbing just a bit quieter. Dark tears streaming down her face, mixing with the rest of her goopy body.

It was awful.

" I...I can't Spike...I...I am barley able o...To keep alive as I a-am...I...I can't hold on...But...But I c-can..I can do...J-Just...A little m-more for you..."

Holding up a watery Palm, ever so slowly, rose branches started to grow from it. Slowly, ever so slowly, it grew and grew. Dark, beautiful red roses would slowly begin to bud and bloom. These branches slowly wrapped around her whole body, spinning a sort of...Small tree around her, starting to wrap around her lower body as she reached out to him, pulling his hood down lightly. Leaning forwards, pink lips would solidify, soft and sweet; she would lean into kiss him, one last time.

As the roses wrapped tighter and tighter around her, she would smile. The dim glow of green in her eyes sockets slowly fading as she was wound tighter and tighter; pushing him away lightly as thorn covered vines encircled her. The thorny vines were as dark as her own melting body. Those bright red roses grew bigger and bigger, blooming brilliantly as the life of the sad mimic slowly faded inside the hollow tree of rose thorns. A soft whisper was the last thing that was heard as the thorn tree rooted intself in the dark house.

" I'm sorry Spike...I love you..."
(Peaches)
[19:46:20] Horrid.

The torent of feelings within Spike ripped the man to shreads (figuatively, not litterally killing him), blinking as the clear tears from his eyes continued to roll down his face. "N-no.. Please.." Pathetic words the man wraping both his arms around Peaches, as if somehow it could keep her alive, clinging to the faint hope that she could devour his mana instead of pass on.

He was wrong.

"Please.. Stay with me.." The Malpercian would beg, tears contintinuing to make their path down his cheeks, before he felt a tender warmth on his lips. The Malpercian looked up, thinking perhaps there was a way for her tostay but no, it was a cruel tease as the roses would wrap tighter around her form. The man barely had time to kiss back before..

She was envolped. Swallowed by the nature magic she used so much, the magic that she had sacrificed her eyes to, the magic that she aimed to make hers, to understand.. It took her, into the hallow tree, surrounded by thornes, hiding her body wtihin as she would mutter her last words...

Silence. Shaking, the Malpercian stared at the ground, the cruelest torture imaginable having just happened to him. His first partner, the person he clung to most, his wife, and the person he had known since he was four... The friend whom he had known the longest..

Peaches was gone. And with that Spike died a little inside as well.
(Spike Malpercius)