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- ~Not a Warrior's death
- Tags: D&D, Thri-Kreen and Gnoll
- Blood pounded, hemolymph surged.
- An axe strike to the head of the gnoll, deftly dodged with yelping cackles. The Thri-kreen steadied grip on axe with one pair of hands, other pair drew back an arrow. She weaved, dodging missile, lunging for throat, cat-like reflexes paired with lupine maw.
- He dodged, slamming bow, swinging axe, naught but air but room to move.
- Vaulting, pivoting, drawing, aiming, missing.
- She twirled, such wired reflexes, such graceful strides. Efficient, for a mammal.
- Her muscles tightened, swinging maul, centre mass, easy.
- Tenacious, he braced with axe. Impact taken, chitin ached.
- Mandibles clacked an echoing screech as claws dug into soil, rending ground underfoot as impact skidded him.
- Axe to bear, swinging, missing, parry counter, twirl, counterstrike, parried, blocking, bracing, skidding, screeching.
- His limb pulsed, hydraulic surge, sharp kick to gut, doubling gnoll.
- Headbutt, impact, gut seize.
- Adrenal rush, bug flinched! Weakness! Exploit!
- Rip, tear, gnash, maul!
- Cold calm, no room for panic. Disarm mammal, two fists gut punch, two elbows kidney strike.
- Flinch, stagger, retreat, shove away. Thri-kreen stumbled as he was thrown. Brace, pivot, throw weight into next strike! Lost axe, but foiled counter charge! Headbutt, FLURRY OF CLAW AND MANDIBLE!
- Teeth found chitin, claws found chitin.
- Flesh rending.
- Chitin cracking.
- Blood spilt, painting ground in crimson streaks.
- Chitin spilt, painting ground in yellow spatter.
- Patter, stutter, shudder, crash!
- Both to the ground they fell.
- Both to the black they fell.
- ***
- Rising, clambering, weak and crippled.
- He chattered and screeched.
- No reply, not a sound.
- Hands and knees, too weak for more.
- She lay, sprawled and bloody, still yet breathing.
- Day is hot, sun is scorching, thirst a threat, roasting in chitin.
- Not a warrior's death, not a warrior's death...
- Scratching, creeping, crawling, slipping.
- He found the mercy to approach.
- Heaving, panting, straining, agonized.
- He found the strength to lift her.
- He crawled and clambered, stumbled and fell.
- He found the stamina to march on.
- One, by one, by one, by one.
- Hurrah. Hurrah.
- Four limbs clawing the muck, soil grit and mud.
- Hurrah. Hurrah.
- Compound eyes, burning in sun's wrath. Inescapable, beating from overhead.
- Hurrah, hurrah.
- One, by one, by one, by agonizing, screaming and straining and ripping and faltering and failing and...
- DOWN ON ONE KNEE, BODY BUCKLING, MANDIBLES CHATTERING, SCREECHING SKEIGH UNTO SKY.
- THREE MILES DOWNHILL FROM THE RIVER! THREE MILES DOWNHILL FROM THE RIVER!
- ONE. BY. ONE. BY. ONE. BY. ONE. HURRAH. HUR-... RAH!
- Each step. A misstep. All. Failing. All. Buckling.
- One, for all. One, for her.
- Not a warrior's death. Languish not the warrior's pride. Languish not the swordman's fate. LANGUISH NOT. DEATH IN BATTLE. DEATH IN BLOOD.
- NOT BY SUN, NOT BY THIRST.
- DEATH IN BATTLE, A WARRIOR'S DEATH.
- A WARRIOR'S PRIDE.
- A stumble in the body, but never in the soul.
- Drone or soldier, matters not.
- Spit the bile, clear the throat, breathe yet clear.
- March.
- March.
- One. By one. by one. by one.
- Hurrah.
- HURRAH. HURRAH. HURRAH.
- HILL AT APEX. RIVER IN SIGHT.
- March.
- MARCH.
- HURRAH. HURRAH!
- ONE, BY ONE. ALL FOR HER.
- NOT A WARRIOR'S DEATH!
- Stagger to the river, stumble not the soul.
- Screech not yet proud warrior, job is nearly done.
- One, by one, march. Your nature. March.
- Skriegh not yet brave warrior, you'll yet see home again.
- As will she, the proud warrior, vicious and worthy.
- The river. Before the light takes her.
- The river. Before the light burns more.
- Two limbs stumble. Four limbs crawl.
- Two limbs arise. FOUR YET MORE.
- NEVER.
- RISE.
- DOWN IS DEATH.
- NOT A WARRIOR'S DEATH.
- Pick her up again. Brace her tight again.
- March.
- MARCH!
- The stones hot, they blister, they boil. Chitin pops, beneath yet stewing.
- MARCH.
- Sharp and jagged, cut the carapace. Stones like knives, rogues on the unwary.
- MARCH!
- Still your chattering, it's just a shattered plate. Five limbs remain, learn to walk straight.
- MARCH!
- The silty pebbles offer no purchase. Feet fail, void, null and sunk, stuck to the pit, the silt and soggy muck.
- CLAWS CAN DIG, WORKERS LIVE FOR THEY DIG. FOXHOLE SOLDIER, WORK YOUR SPINE! SIFT THAT SHIT UNTIL YOUR DONE! CLAWS INTACT, FUCK HOW WEAK!? WEAR TO NUBS! WEAR TO NUBS!
- MARCH LITTLE FLY, CRAWL LITTLE BUG, JOB'S NOT DONE, YOU CAN'T COME HOME!
- RIVER. THERE. DRINK. THERE. SURVIVE LITTLE WORM. PROVE YOUR WORTH.
- WEAKNESS. CRIME. DEATH. CRIME. FAILURE. CRIME.
- One. by one. by one.
- March.
- ***
- She awoke the river, silt and muck matting fur.
- She cackled and laughed, a warning cry.
- Her answer not of blood and bone.
- He chattered, clicking, ripping bits of stone from a broken leg.
- She asked yet one question, not expecting answer.
- He said yet one phrase, that stilled her heart mid beat.
- Not a warrior's death. Not a warrior's death.
- He held her head in one hand, cupped the river water with three.
- She lapped and drank from this weakness, from this mercy, from this soldier.
- Not a warrior's death.
- ***
- Hours pass, night yet falls. She was alone for a time.
- Cold and shaking, wary of his return. He clacked a reason, the meat he slew.
- A fire for the deer, the cooking of the flesh. Swift with knife, skin intact. He offers it to her, a perfect pretty pelt.
- He offers her some meat, delicious, bloody, rare.
- She asks yet one question, not expecting answer.
- He said yet one phrase, that stilled her heart mid beat.
- Not a warrior's death. Not a warrior's death.
- ***
- Days pass and shelter built.
- Her shattered form slowly piecing. Walking feeble, limping still.
- Progress regardless, hunting soon.
- He stopped her rising, stopped her falling.
- Eased her hurry, kept her healing.
- Salve the cuts, poultice the wounds.
- Set the breaks, relocate what's lost.
- Bandages stripped from leaves and skins, peeling back patches of black.
- Wounds were clearing, cleaning, infection receding.
- She was weak however. Still yet healing.
- She asked yet one question, not expecting answer.
- He said yet one phrase, that stilled her heart mid beat.
- Not a warrior's death. Not a warrior's death.
- ***
- A season cycled as he tended.
- Pressing wounds, setting hurts.
- Mending flesh with careful gaze.
- His own form weak, underfed and weary.
- All for her, one by one, all for her.
- She felt warmer, safer, fed.
- Low ranked in her world, as he in his.
- Matriarchal never worked for her, other women bigger.
- But here a peer of different culture.
- She asked him simple questions, his name, his polity.
- Kaxik, no polity. Queen sent him just to die.
- Matriarchal never worked for two, other women bigger.
- She tells her name, Arish.
- He chatters a hollow laugh, sincere but still so sad.
- She asked yet one question, not expecting answer.
- He said yet one phrase, that stilled her heart mid beat.
- Not a warrior's death. Not a warrior's death.
- ***
- Time passes, heal fully. Shelter sturdy, lasted so long.
- They stand by river, about to part ways.
- Goodbyes are such sweet suffering.
- He pet her spotted pelt, he never risked such before.
- He wanted to know its texture, how plush it really was.
- She ran a claw on his chitin, she was so weak just before.
- She wanted to know its texture, how tough it really was.
- She looks him in the eye, the cackling fiend was gone.
- He looks her in the eye, the rapacious devourer was dead.
- They ask the other one simple request.
- They ask each other not to go.
- ***
- A bed of grass, tiny, private clearing.
- Big enough for two.
- Clothes are discarded.
- Modesty was overrated.
- She took lead.
- Denied alpha for so long.
- Here she was queen.
- He was content to serve.
- Straddled, barebreasted in moonlight cast,
- Spotted fur, wicked grin.
- He ran two hands upon her breast.
- Clutched two hands upon her hips.
- Caress, gentle, loving, tender.
- Foreign languages to bloodied, soiled claws.
- Her grasp upon his shoulder, jowls raised in joyous sigh.
- Firm, caring, loving, tender.
- Unknown tongues to gory, matted pads.
- She ground and writhed upon him, a shuddering cackle escaped.
- Never been touched, never could take the right.
- His member within, pulsating with life.
- He thrust, matching pace, clutching tight, massaging firm.
- Never been touched, nothing to the queen.
- New queen, new rights, to serve, to protect.
- One, by one, by one, he paced his thrusts.
- Moonbeams painted patterns only he could see, colouring her fur in ways vivid, beautiful, pristine.
- Chitin abrasive, rubbing in ways never before felt, innervating in ways vivid, powerful, potent.
- Her claws sank in chitin, leaving rents and cuts.
- No flinching, never flinching.
- Howling, cackling, laughing.
- Chattering, screeching, clicking.
- Leaning in, she licked his face, kissed and pecked.
- Fang and tooth locked in intercourse, tongue games and gentle nibbles.
- Writhing, flesh and plate and skin and fur.
- Speed, accelerate, quickly, haste.
- Tempo up, pounding fast, breath lost, hands clenched.
- Midnight signalled an simultaneous release.
- A burst of pumping blood, surging hemolymph.
- Sticky residues, as aftermath.
- Temples atrophied, called to order.
- The first ever prayer on equal grounds.
- She fell upon him, embrace yet so warm.
- Her fur a carpet, claws playing games.
- She asked yet one question, not expecting answer.
- He said yet one phrase, that stilled her heart mid beat.
- Not a warrior's death. Not a warrior's death.
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