Pride: Fevered Passions
#12 of Pride
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Sean's world turned into a nightmare of fire and ice. His blood seemed to have been replaced with molten lava that spilled its way through his body until it drove every sane thought from his mind. Each beat of his heart forced the fire towards his extremities until he could barely recall when he had lived without pain. His skin felt swollen and stretched taut along the wound the creature had inflicted upon him. He could feel the beat of his own heart around the wound and could almost visualize each beat of his heart forcing the poison further into his body. Even in the dim state of awareness that he had been forced into he became aware of the fact his body sweated trying to remove him from the heat, but in doing so gave an opening to the icy chill of the air. No matter how hot the fire was in his veins, his body refused to accept that he was overheating. It was all he could do to stop his teeth from chattering together sending vibrations through his aching skull.
He was aware that he was on a bed and there were covers mounded on top of him. There were so many coverings that he could barely move when he tried to twitch a muscle. It didn't stop him from shuddering though and his body seemed in a never ending state that twisted the sensations into one hellish eternity. He couldn't get his mind past focusing on the fire pouring through his veins and being centered in his heart. Each beat grew more rapid until he could hear it racing in his ears and felt a wave of despair. Each rapid beat pushed the poisons through him until he believed he could feel them burning through the delicate tubes of his veins and into his muscles. All he could concentrate on was the sensation of his rapid heart pounding in his ears and spreading the pain with each beat. Even the sensation of people surrounding and moving around him couldn't detract from his agony.
"Get him up!" The voice was loud, so very loud. It rocked through his ears sending echoes through every inch of his mind. "No you damned fools! Be careful! Get him into the bath!"
"Wh-wh-what.." Sean parted his parched lips as he tried to formulate a question, only to feel his lips crack.
"You're feverish, we need to bring it down." The voice was familiar. Rogeth? Why wasn't a healer taking care of him? "Sean..Sean! Look at me."
"C-c-cold," His jaws ached as his teeth clattered together. He felt his muscles starting to tighten as the tremors rocked through him.
The world grew dark as he felt icy fingers gripping his arms and legs as he was pulled upwards. The cold touches made him aware of how hot and swollen his body felt and it only grew worse as the covers were slid off his body. His body convulsed in reaction as his heart beat erupted into his mind with a steady beating that made him aware of the fact that it wasn't regular. The rapid beat skipped and stuttered every dozen beats so that his chest tightened. He tried to open his lips to tell someone, but the only thing that came out was an unintelligible moan. The voices were fading away under the thundering of his heart as it continued its erratic beating. The pounding suddenly faded away as cold water washed around his swollen feverish body. He jerked and opened his lips in a soundless scream as his muscles convulsed in protest. He tried to struggle up, but the hands wouldn't let him.
"Hold him down!! Sit on him if you have too!" Rogeth's voice sounded like a bellow as Sean tried to push forward.
"He's goin' ta go into a fit!" A voice came further from the distance as his weak bucking body was forced into water. He opened his eyes and saw a strange pale blue room and Rogeth's face hovering near his own as he was pulled down.
"I don't give a damn! Cool him off before his fever kills him!" Rogeth's voice twisted into a snarl as he ordered the servants. "Get him all the way in!"
"P-P-P-Please..." Sean stuttered weakly, and to his horror he could hear the plea in his voice as he tried to beg to be let out of the water.
"Get him down I said!" Rogeth's snarling face loomed over him as hands forced him down until icy cold water lapped up and over his shoulders. His back bowed and he scrabbled, but the grip was merciless as he was kept in place. "You're not going to die damn you."
Sean tried to focus on the face, but it was so hard. His body was dying. He knew that with a horror and acceptance born of any mortal creature. The poison was spreading too rapidly and his heart was threatening to come to a point that it could no longer handle the stress placed on him. It was pounding and then he could feel it hesitate before plowing on again. It would eventually burst and still completely despite how he struggled to keep it working. As he tried to gasp out another choked plea the world started to darken around him. His eyes couldn't focus on anything save the darkness that swallowed him deeper and deeper. The darkness and Rogeth's face hovering over him. As he stared he watched the face blur and mutate until the handsome man's visage was changed into that of a snarling bronze creature. Silver saliva welled up around the sharpened beak like tip. The enraged eyes followed him down into a nightmarish hell.
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Lathera twisted her head around at the man that gripped the pole attached to her collar. Her eyes were snapped open wide with horror as she struggled to twist away from him. The man was entirely nude and with a shock she realized she hadn't seen a nude human in what seemed like forever. The half flaccid shaft swung between his legs and rested over his balls. The sharp scent of dracine female that spilled from him made her choke slightly in disgust. The debauchery was all around her making it impossible to ignore the lewd noises and groans mingled with moist slick noises. The scents just made sure she couldn't forget where she was and what was happening around her. As she struggled a sharp word brought two silent clothed servants to either side. Before she could twist her head to one side to snap a leather strip slipped over her muzzle with practiced ease.
"What have you found here?" The voice was feminine and thick with the edge of spent passion as a nude woman padded behind the man who had summoned her.
"The new one, m'lady." The man turned and slid a hand to drag down the woman's back. "The Lady told me they brought in a new group and this one was just brought up."
"Thinking of trying your turn with her?" The woman leaned forward to nibble his ear while Lathera pawed roughly at her muzzle only to have the leash attached to it jerk her head up out of the way.
Why were they aroused? Why were they touching each other? Bestiality had never been something accepted in the society she had grown up in. It had been looked on with the proper amount of disgust, but these people were reveling in it and flaunting it. Not just one or two, but many of them. It offended every part of her sensibilities that remained from her human life. Her eyes couldn't help but see the horror around her. Her legs felt as if they were about to give out as she watched a woman grunting and pushing back onto the sharp ridged cock of a bound male with every evidence of enjoyment. These women were turning what was a living hell for her into a twisted sexual fetish. She drug her eyes away from the scene to watch the man and woman in front of her. Her tormenters. They held absolute power over her and all around the room she saw the mercy that their fellows gave.
"I think we can come up with something for you, my dear." The man nuzzled into the woman's neck as his eyes kept Lathera pinned in place.
"Better than the last I hope. It didn't give me the taste I wanted and Tintalia has said repeatedly we're supposed to be achieving something akin to what the animals feel." The woman looked down as well making her further uncomfortable. "You have an idea?"
"Yes, I do." The man ran his hands up to cup against one of the breasts. "You make yourself comfortable with the green, I'll help the servants get her ready."
Lathera quailed and the pole attached to her neck and the muzzle kept her from squirming more than a few steps back. Why would they want to feel like animals? It was a blow to her that they were striving after something she lived each day. She felt a warmth start to form in her stomach as she stifled a low growl of anger. She didn't want to be a part of this place. This evil. The man walked forward as she glared at him and moved to grip the pole that was holding her in place before shoving it harshly against her neck. Her paws scrabbled against the ground trying to keep her hold, but the nude man had enough bulk to force her down onto her side. She hit the floor with a grunt and hissed from behind the muzzle as she glared up at him. Her glare would have held so much more potency if she hadn't been staring at the fact he was obviously aroused at the fact he could so easily overpower a mere animal. She averted her eyes with a sickening rush of humiliation at the human's hardening cock.
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The sound of the ocean drowned out the rapid skipping beating of Sean's heart. He could hear waves hitting against the surf while he was dimly aware of his body convulsing against the metal of the tub, but it was starting to fade away. The darkness that had wrapped over his vision was replaced with a silvery hint of fog that seemed to extend out towards where the sound of waves came from. The moment he saw the fog his world started to fade away from the writhing shell of a body struggling in the water. He could smell the fog on the moisture rich air and the tang of salt that was carried from the ocean. Even as he recognized the taste of the air he could feel sand between his toes and the cool slightly damp feeling of it. He blinked his eyes and became aware that his body was here, or perhaps what he perceived as his body. He lifted his hands up and looked down at his hands and flexed them slightly to watch the muscles beneath them.
When he glanced up he saw the landscape sharpen around him. There was a dark ocean spread out in front of him. A sky overhead was suspended with a field of stars so large that it seemed endless. The blue-white lightens shimmered slightly as he stared up at them and realized that when he looked at the ocean it appeared as if the water was made out of the midnight sky. He had never grown up on the ocean or sailed it as more than a passenger, but he knew some constellations. As he gazed up at the night sky he couldn't recognize any of them. The fog that wrapped around the shore seemed to shift and swirl as he tried to look behind him to see what the beach led into, but all he saw was a dense roiling cloud. It made him feel alone and exposed as he moved his hands up to cover his bare naked chest. He realized he wasn't cold, he wasn't even chilled.
"Am I dead?" His voice sounded loud to his own ears as he disturbed the quiet of the place. This was no such after life that he had heard preached about. There had always been accounts of singing spirits and golden lights, not this strange twilight silence.
:Not yet.: The voice that reached him didn't come to his ears, but it seemed to resonate in his mind so that he moved his fingers up automatically to his ears. :You could die if you wished.:
"Where are you?" He turned in a circle and watched as the fog swirled around him. It rolled and twisted beneath the pale light of the stars above. His eyes tried to pick out a shape, but the constant swirling made it impossible to tell what was really there. "Where am I?"
:A place of thought and contemplation.: The voice was stronger and closer. :It's not often that one sees a human here though.:
The fog swirled larger and twisted to his left so that Sean stumbled back away from it. He let out an incoherent cry as a form seemed to come from the fog. No, it didn't come from the fog; it seemed to start to pull the fog towards itself to form a strange shape. It was strangely serpentine as it began to solidify. It was large, far larger then he was. It seemed to tower far above his head as the outline of the form hinted at something that was coiled tightly up almost like a serpent. He stared at the form trying to figure out if it was simply an illusion or if it were truly being formed when eyes appeared. Brilliant gold eyes opened and pupils spun into circles like a crazed bird regarding him. He tried to swallow and form words, but the eyes seemed to still the words on his tongue. Even as he tried to force the words out he watched as feathers started to outline along the serpentine head. There was nothing human he could see in that alien gaze.
"What are you?" He felt the words spill from his lips before he could stop them only to see the faint hint of fangs flash from the jaws.
:Not so human are you, little creature?: The head lowered down and turned so that he saw a rippling of metallic looking scales. :No, not so human at all.:
"I'm human! How did I get here?" He stepped back automatically as the muzzle came in closer to him. The creature seemed insubstantial as the colors flickered over the scales and then faded away again. Feather's lifted along the outline of the head. Only the eyes remained brilliant and solid as they regarded him.
:Not so human at all.: The voice hissed out softly, :You're coming all to pieces here, aren't you? There's something strange about you, something different. When you have been here as long as I have, you start to savor things that are different when they appear.:
"I don't understand what you're saying!" Sean's words came out slightly cracked as the creature's head came in closer.
:Let us see what you are then, strange creature, that you tread in our world.: The great gold eye blinked and he saw a flash of turquoise scales flutter in the fog.
Suddenly the head reared up and he saw the flash of ivory teeth as the ghostly apparition spread its jaws open. Color rippled over a large red tongue before the creature let out a cry that seemed to shake the earth and sky both. It cut through him and he grabbed his ears as he tried to block it out, but it wasn't in his ears. It resonated in his mind and seemed to flow along his chest as it raised up into a crescendo that nearly made him scream for it stop. He dropped down into a crouch as the pitch lowered again. It was just enough for him to open his eyes and watched as strange creatures seemed to be flickering and slipping in and out of the shadows. They were strangely dracine like in shape, but longer and larger as they flowed over the ground. Smaller shapes darted in and out of the strangely elongated legs. They were shadows and ripples against the fog as the golden eyes refocused on him.
:Let us see what his bones tell me.: The creature hissed out in a command that sent a tremor of fear down his spine. The creatures that had congregated suddenly launched forward with an unearthly cacophony.
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There were few things in life more horrifying then feelings one's body being handled with a complete disrespect as to the owner. Lathera tried to fight her way back onto her chest, but the servants kept her on her back. Even her attempts to kick out at them with her powerful hind legs were lost as they evaded them. Her forelegs were pulled in closer against her chest so that the broad paws were pushed right against her chest. She tried to extend them, but the nude man that hovered above her simply pressed them more firmly and directed the men to wrap them in heavy rope so that they were secured in place. Her talons were curled in until they were almost pushing in against the curve of her chest so that she couldn't extend them or twist the digits in an attempt to claw at them. She let out a soft hiss between her sealed lips.
"Bring that muzzle down, I want it secured." The man gestured with one hand so that a servant moved her muzzle down lower towards her paws. "Get her hind legs spread."
She tried to turn her head away, but she couldn't quite force her gaze away from the shaft that was slightly swollen against his inner thighs. It was horrible and it made her feel a bone deep sensation of shame as her eyes flickered towards that shaft. It was something she couldn't pull her eyes away from. It should have been something erotic and arousing, but instead it just made her realize she wasn't human. Worse, some small part of her hoped that he would use her. Would the feel of a human's shaft inside of her help erase the memories of the bestial experiences she had submitted too? Even as she tried to hold onto that thought, humiliating though it was, she knew the answer. She would still be an animal, she was still a part of something that offended every sensibility she had ever possessed. As her body was handled she let out a muffled whimper.
Her hind legs were gripped and pulled upwards closer towards her chest and stomach. She tried to kick them out the servants gripped them and forced them up before her body was heaved upwards. The nude man pulled at her upper body while she let out a muffled snarl and tried to kick with her hind legs again. A metal bar slid along her spine as she was held up until it reached just at midback. The bar dug in against her spine as it pressed length ways so that either end of the bar was exposed on either side. The servant's gripping her legs suddenly gave them a push that strained the muscles to the point that she let out a wheezing whine of protest. Her paws were forced back until something leather slid over her paws and suddenly started to tighten against her scales. The leather bit down harshly and kept her hind legs pulled up in a lewd spread position that gave her little leeway in terms of movement. It also left her uncomfortably exposed as the position of her legs kept them spread.
"Get that jar!" The man stood up near her head and she rolled her eyes with a shudder. No matter how distracted she was with the aching position of her body, she couldn't block out the noises of the orgy continuing on in the room surrounding them.
One of the clothed men brought over a jar that had an oily coating around the outside and placed it in the naked man's hands. He gave a gesture with his hand that sent the servant's away as he moved to crouch near her haunches. Lathera watched him, but in doing so she could see beyond him and the woman crouched near the emerald male. The nude female was rubbing her fingers down just inside of his bound haunches, though her fingers were out of sight. It was a small blessing, but given the way the male was bucking his hips and the splattering of saliva that was escaping his lips she could well imagine what her fingers were doing to him. She was brought back to her current predicament with the popping noise of a cork and the suddenly sharp almost overpowering scent of female dracine on the air. It wasn't just female scent, it was heat scent. A rich aroma that stung her nostrils and made her wrinkle her lips back against the muzzle.
As she watched the man pulled out a thick waxy looking ball that was roughly as large around as a song bird's egg. She tensed up as his free hand moved down to rub along her slit as casually as his partner was teasing the male. The finger tips curled against her and then pulled against her scaled slit so that the lips were tugged open. She tensed up and her tail jerked to smack against him. Part of her expected to feel him feeling and groping her, but instead he moved the waxy scented ball down and suddenly started to push it between her lips. She reared up on her back and lunged up against the muzzle so that she tugged at the restraints on her forepaws as she felt the orb being wedged into her. It was more than just the humiliating sense of helplessness, it was the fact she wasn't prepared for something slipping inside of her.
She twisted and rocked against the ground as the fingers put more force against the waxy orb that her body started to swallow deeper. The internal walls were strained tightly as the one of the man's knees moved to suddenly shove down on her tail to force it to hold still. As the ball pushed into her she felt her own body heat making it softer and the scent of dracine estrus spiking in the air as the waxy coating of the ball was drug along her passage marring her with it. She tried to jerk her tail free, but the weight refused to let up as fingers were soon sliding into her. To her horror she felt her walls clench around them as they started to curl inwards. Despite the fact she would do anything to make this stop her heart beat speeded up at the sensation of being touched by another human. She sucked in a breath and clamped down around the orb that wedged deeper into her.
The finger's didn't let up or offer her any quarter as they drove the foreign object all the way to the point that her muscles were having problems trying to clench down to force it back out again. The human's fingers worked and pushed it in just that much harder until she closed her eyes with a muffled noise. The pushing sensation suddenly ground the orb up against a barrier inside of her that made her tense up. The fingers pushed harder as her body clutched about them and the waxy orb suddenly started to flatten up against the barrier inside of her. It spread out wider and wider while she kicked her legs against the restraints. The moment she did she hissed out in sudden pain as the metal rod shoved up against her spine with the movement of her legs. It barely distracted her as the man pulled the fingers from her passage leaving the strange lump shoved lewdly up against the barrier of her cervix. The thick scent of female clung to her nose as a voice reached her.
"I think he's interested." The woman's voice made her twist her gaze to the side to see the emerald male straining towards her with an almost glazed look on his face. His tongue had managed to slip free from his muzzle as he snuffled at her scent.
"Yes he is. Come here, my dear, I've got her set for your pleasure and then I'll let the other beast free." The man rubbed his fingers clean against his leg as he stood up and helped the woman to her feet and then towards her bound form.
Lathera drew in a shuddering breath as the woman glanced down at her. The pale green eyes were unfocused with desire and more than that she could see the woman's body aroused and eager. It made her turn her gaze away to stare at the straining green male. His tongue lashed in the air as he seemed blinded by the promising scents on the air. Suddenly weight pressed down against her broad scaled stomach and her had to turn her head back to find the woman crouching over her. The naked breasts pressed against her own chest and the legs shifted up to hook just in front of her bound ones. She could feel the press of a slick sex rubbing against her lower belly as Lathera twitched and writhed. A pair of hands moved up to press against her chest as the human woman found a comfortable position. Well a comfortable position for her, not a comfortable position for the dracine. It made her acutely aware of the familiar curves and softness of skin grinding against her.
"That should work, put your hips up though." The man had moved to crouch beside her former packmate as his eyes seemed to drink in the sight offered to him. Lathera flinched that she was a part of that sight. Then hell broke loose.
His hand moved down to snag the restraints on the male and suddenly gave a pull that freed the leather holding the paws in place. The man jerked backwards faster than she had expected, but he needn't have been worried. The male surged forward with a muffled snarl as he shook his muzzled head for a moment before turning his gaze towards Lathera. She sucked in a breath and gave a writhing twist that made the woman on her move her hands up to grip the leather restraints that fastened her paws to the muzzle. The male loomed over both and she was barely given time to register the flash of emerald scales before the wedge shaped head dropped down and bumped up against her spread inner thighs. She felt the sudden blast of heat against her recently spread scaled folds as the male drew in the scent that had been rubbed over her.
The blunt muzzle shoved up against her folds and ground against it. The woman who was spread out over her wriggled almost eagerly as Lathera tried to move her body away from the touch. The leather bound muzzle ground up against the scent and seemed to be rubbing it against his scales as she felt them tugging and pinching against the tender inner folds. She sucked in a sharper breath as the muzzle ground against her for a moment forcing her hips upwards as the male examined her. It was worse that she knew she smelled like a fertile female. He didn't even seem to care that she was in a less then optimal position to be mounted as the head reared back. She watched the nostrils flaring several times as the jaws worked against the muzzle that forced them to hold closed. She barely had enough time to brace herself when the scaled dracine suddenly lunged over her awkwardly bound body and she felt the forepaws wrapping around her.
Claws suddenly tore against her hips and his weight crashed over her making the woman on her chest let out a noise. The naked form was sandwiched between them as her eyes were filled with the male's face as it loomed over her. The claws scraped against her scales as something hard and slimy bumped in against her inner thigh. A hot blast of slippery precum splattered out against her scales making her jerk and the taller male's haunches crouched awkwardly over her so that she felt his hind legs spreading along either side of her haunches. She felt her heart pounding harder in her chest and squeezed her eyes shut as she waited to feel the gut wrenching jab of a cock tearing into her unprepared body. The tip bounced against her inner thigh with almost violent motions that tried to pierce into her channel. Each jerk made her stomach sink as she braced herself for what was going to come, but the human on her stomach gave her a reprieve.
She felt the hand moving along her inner thighs as the naked body arched upwards to allow for the movement. She opened her eyes and looked away from the frantic male to find the woman's face turned back to look behind her as she moved to grab ahold of the bestial cock that was trying to find it's mark. Lathera could barely formulate a reaction when the male above her suddenly slammed forward and the woman's voice came out in an ecstatic cry as her body jerked down against her scaled chest. She could feel the breasts mashing against her as it was obvious the dracine male had found his mark within the human woman by the sudden jerks of his hips. The claws on her haunches sank inwards almost violently as the creature tried to keep her pinned as his thrusts rocked her bound form against the ground.
The woman on her chest moaned out and pushed back against her animalistic lover as Lathera was left as an unwilling voyeur to the disgusting act. The human's legs spread open wider as she impaled herself more fully and a mixture of fluids was being pushed out from her overfilled passage to stain the scales on her belly. She choked back a noise as she was rocked in time with the drake's eager breeding of what he thought was a female of his own species. His mind seemed too far gone to care or realize that a human was pinned between them. She couldn't ignore it, not even looking away helped as she could feel the impact of the hips against her and heard the male grunting over her. The woman's vocalizations came out higher in pitch as her body bucked against Lathera's scaled belly. It made her a part of something that made her feel sick to her stomach.
She knew perfectly what that cock felt like. She knew the sharp tapered tip and the ridges that would force themselves in and out. She knew how they would saw through tender folds and pierce in so deep that no barrier would keep it out. She even knew the feverish heat of the precum that would erupt from the tip and splash in so deep that it would mark every inch of her passage. She knew of the paint and humiliation of being forced to be pinned down and ravaged like a breeding mare. How could this human woman want this? Not only want it, but strive for it and eagerly groan out each time the larger body of the animal above her slammed down to hilt inside of her. There was no doubt in Lathera's mind that the woman was writhing in near orgasmic bliss as she was violated. Every moral that the human should have known was gone in a moment of pure disgusting lusts.
The lewd wet noises of the cock driving in and dragging back out seemed to mingle with the pair's sounds of pleasure. The sudden pushes forward spilled it down against her stomach so that she could draw in the sharp scent of arousal was drawn in with each breath as her form was being shoved against the ground. The male's heavier weight kept her moving in time with both of them as she shuddered slightly to hear the woman let out an obvious moan of pleasure. The slender fingers gripped against her forepaws and used them to keep her naked body in place. As she snapped her eyes open she found her gaze centered on the woman's nude friend. The man rested with his back against a wall with his hand wrapped around his erect shaft. The sight of it was momentary as her attention returned to the male's sudden yelping cry as his hips ground down against her body. The woman's squealing orgasmic cry embedded itself in her mind as she took pleasure in Lathera's own personal hell.
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The beating of his heart pounding in Sean's ears as he stood on the strange twilight on the foggy ocean shore. It rose up in the ear and beat out a primal rhythm that made him feel sure that it wasn't simply being heard within his body, but in the night air itself. The fog roiled and twisted with forms that leapt and twined in and out over each other. He tried to step backwards as they suddenly surged forward at the call from the creature that loomed over him. He tried, but his legs didn't seem to want to work as he saw hints of sharp toothed jaws spread open and the beating of his heart mingled with strange yelp cries as the pack erupted around him. No part of him wanted to move, he couldn't jerk his legs free, he couldn't even open his mouth to scream as he watched one of the creatures leap up towards his throat. The insubstantial beast rippled with a hint of color and a long red tongue before the fangs closed down against the flesh.
The scream never fell from his lips as he felt burning pain as the fangs tore into his muscle and skin and suddenly ripped backwards. It was as if it was a signal as strange barely tangible shapes erupted from him and fangs sank into his flesh. They bit down sending fiery pain through him that made him mutely shriek in agony as the flesh they took seemed to melt away into their ghostly muzzles. Their strange high pitched yelping cries flowed over the pounding of his heart beat as he felt them tearing the flesh away from his legs and back. The chunks were ripped away and seemed to fade as he tried to force an agonized scream from his throat. The entire time his eyes were locked on the great golden eyes that watched him with keen interest. It wasn't until he heard the sound of his heart beat jumping and skipping through the steady beats that he became aware that the pain was starting to fade away. Each time his heart pounded it would skip two beats before lurching into time again before skipping again.
:Bring me his bones.: The voice hissed through his mind and he tried to find the will to work his mouth. To his horror he couldn't work his lips, he couldn't feel them!
The creatures that had torn the flesh from his 'body' suddenly surged forward with pale white bones hanging in their jaws. His bones! He felt a disorienting moment of pure terror as he watched them dragging rib bones and leg bones towards the serpentine creature in the fog. They were dry and polished as they were dropped in a pile before the creature. For a moment he stared down at his own bones as the terror lapped at his mind. The sound of his laboring heart beat seemed to fade into the back of his mind as his vision wavered and doubled. He closed his eyes, but even as he tried to command his body to do it he realized that there was nothing to close. He was as insubstantial as the fog that surrounded them. As he watched one large foreleg came from the serpentine dragon and covered the pile of his bones to spread over the sand.
:Come here, strange creature.: The voice hissed through his mind as another foreclaw formed from the fog and suddenly snagged through the fabric of his spirit to drag him towards his bones.
For a moment the world seemed to double and turned strange as his vision wavered from staring at the great golden eye and staring up at it. He had no mouth to question or scream, but the creature didn't seem to expect it. Instead claws ran through his bones and he felt the very substance of his soul being twisted and turned as he was examined. Through it all his faltering heart beat dominated his hearing. He was dying. Somewhere his true body was dying. He wanted to sob and scream and fight for his life, but he had no way to communicate with the creature above him. All he could do was listen as each time his heart lurched to beat again and pray each time it stuttered to a halt that it would start again. Through it all talons sifted through his bones as insubstantial creatures surrounded his bones while they were examined.
:One for the past pitted with lies and secrets...: The creature's voice wove itself through his failing heart beat. :For the present betrayal and anger.: The bones were rattled through again shifting Sean's vision. :Here we are! HERE!:
The creature's voice suddenly bugled out as it plucked out a small bone that was not pale white. Instead it was glittering silver and even as he watched it cast light over the edge of the sand. As it was held in the creature's talons he could see brilliant greens and blues from the scales of the creature as it was examined. The silver seemed to flow and spill from the edges of the bone as it was lifted up and presented to the insubstantial creatures that gathered around. Sean quailed inside as his heart beat started to skip every other beat. He wanted to scream that he wasn't ready to die. He didn't care about his bones, he didn't want to die! Somewhere he was aware of his body starting to seize in a tub of cold water as the fever started to bake his body to the point of no return.
:Enough of one of us that he found his way here. He has the bone of speech and sight.: The creature's head darted back and forth as the jaws started to spread showing a flash of a dark red tongue and white teeth. :You are falling all to bits. Leaking out all over and stained with the mark of one of our kind. This isn't your world and your body cannot live without you in it. Your kind are so tied to your bodies...:
:Help...: Sean willed the word to be understood as he dimly felt pain erupting over his fevered and poisoned body.
:Help? Are you sure?: The question seemed suddenly sharp and intense with interest. :Know that you chose this, strange creature, you cannot seek our aid without being touched by us.:
:Please...: The words were flung out recklessly as the jaws came closer and closer towards his piled bones. He didn't care about being touched by the creature! He didn't care about anything save stopping his body from dying. What would happen to him if it died there and he was here?!
:Very well, strange creature, I will help you. You are not welcome to stay here, this is not your world.: Suddenly jaws slid over his bones and picked them up with a coiling red tongue. :Back! Back to your body!:
Sean had no words to give or questions as suddenly the jaws launched up and out. He felt his bones clattering and his spirit falling through an eternity of darkness. The world seemed to lose all sense of gravity around him as he tumbled through space and time. It wasn't until he felt the world rise up to meet him that he found himself able to scream. Suddenly he went from a sense of nothingness to a world of pain and terror. Flesh wrapped around and engulfed his bones and spirit in the weight of feverish pain. Fire and ice flowed through his veins as he found himself weighed down with his body once more. He jerked and convulsed in the chilled water as his heart forced past the stuttering beats and steadied itself with the presence of his spirit once more. He jerked up in the water and his eyes bulged open to see strange faces looming over him and Rogeth's the closest of all.
"HOLD HIM DAMNIT!" The words screamed through his ears as he jerked again and darkness started to suck him down.
:You are mine!: Somewhere in his mind he heard a strange bugling roar of triumph and then the world faded away completely.
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