sm_monthly Oct 29 theme
There was a day or two last week that I spent writing scenes or drabbles involving death scenes, most of them unpleasant. I don't know why. I mean, I'm sure it says something about my psyche at that moment, but exactly what...? I rather like the end-of-chapter-12 one for Zen, though it's not finished yet.
Title: Dangers of Living
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Monster Mash--Poison
Genre: Dark
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13 (disturbing images and gruesome deaths)
Castroval had been killed by a Sailor Senshi, stupid, slow male. Glisten-off-scale when humans screamed a lot when they’d run, alterting the senshi to the pack’s direction.
They’d run and hidden after that. Fragrance had been hit by a unimaginably fast-moving shiny silver worm and swashed flat, slow, slow that she was. They weren’t warrior youma; back before they’d fled the collapse of the Dark Kingdom at Queen Metallia’s death, Fragrance had cleaned floors.
They found indentations in the ditches made by the worms’ passing, maybe shed skins, where one could hide without being crushed. There were eyes on the worms that revealed hollowed out organs with humans inside. Banne thought they were saving their meals for later, while Kukourei hypothesized that the worms were domesticated like deep-cavern rock-worms.
All their mouths had watered at the thought of deep-cavern rock-worm. And mushroom silk and gray porridge and darkened glow fungus while they were at it.
It was not hunger but thirst that eventually drove Megeff into the open. She was at least humanoid in shape, her skin somewhat similar to that of the identical humans they had seen and would be further hidden by the dark.
A large crate, dyed bright red and neon like a white glow-fungus, had clear bottles of liquid behind a clear, hard film. Her small, sharp red claws made short work of it. The broken shards were sharp as obsidian, she learned quickly.
The bottles could be opened by running claws around one end. Hachito, who claimed to be able to read, could only produce nonsense words like “Pepsi” and “Pocari Sweat” and “Acerola Water.”
Alvis died horribly, melting and burning from the inside when the C. C. Lemon she drank reacted violently with the basic, alkaline chemicals her spitting cobra-like form allowed her to protect herself with.
The rest lived and had to keep drinking or they would not. They were more careful. As so many dead generals’ warriors had proven, the human world was dangerous.
Title: Dangers of Living
Author: purplekitte
Theme: Monster Mash--Poison
Genre: Dark
Version: Anime
Rating: PG-13 (disturbing images and gruesome deaths)
Castroval had been killed by a Sailor Senshi, stupid, slow male. Glisten-off-scale when humans screamed a lot when they’d run, alterting the senshi to the pack’s direction.
They’d run and hidden after that. Fragrance had been hit by a unimaginably fast-moving shiny silver worm and swashed flat, slow, slow that she was. They weren’t warrior youma; back before they’d fled the collapse of the Dark Kingdom at Queen Metallia’s death, Fragrance had cleaned floors.
They found indentations in the ditches made by the worms’ passing, maybe shed skins, where one could hide without being crushed. There were eyes on the worms that revealed hollowed out organs with humans inside. Banne thought they were saving their meals for later, while Kukourei hypothesized that the worms were domesticated like deep-cavern rock-worms.
All their mouths had watered at the thought of deep-cavern rock-worm. And mushroom silk and gray porridge and darkened glow fungus while they were at it.
It was not hunger but thirst that eventually drove Megeff into the open. She was at least humanoid in shape, her skin somewhat similar to that of the identical humans they had seen and would be further hidden by the dark.
A large crate, dyed bright red and neon like a white glow-fungus, had clear bottles of liquid behind a clear, hard film. Her small, sharp red claws made short work of it. The broken shards were sharp as obsidian, she learned quickly.
The bottles could be opened by running claws around one end. Hachito, who claimed to be able to read, could only produce nonsense words like “Pepsi” and “Pocari Sweat” and “Acerola Water.”
Alvis died horribly, melting and burning from the inside when the C. C. Lemon she drank reacted violently with the basic, alkaline chemicals her spitting cobra-like form allowed her to protect herself with.
The rest lived and had to keep drinking or they would not. They were more careful. As so many dead generals’ warriors had proven, the human world was dangerous.