some legends are told some turn to dust or to gold
10-25-2014, 02:59 PM
Her jaws were already aching with a fury, and she was considering her options to get this thing out of her mouth. She could try her luck at crushing the shell as much as she could, regardless of whether or not it was actually possible. That might have to be plan B. However, Valeriya's mirth was something she was finding she felt a bit of herself. She would have laughed, but at the moment that would be a feat in itself. She settled for slurred chuckling. The turtle was busily flailing about in an attempt to escape, and all it was doing was rattling Acadia's brains violently. Her head shook to and fro as the reptile tried to free itself, bobbed up and down, and altogether brought the feeling of intense nausea to the surface. Fuck, if she blew chunks now, she'd probably choke and die with this thing in her mouth. She swallowed back the taste of bile, hoping she could get this thing out of her mouth soon. Val headed for the shore, giggling all the while as she instructed the patchwork lass to follow her. Where was the shore, exactly? Ace wasn't that sure. She whipped her head back and forth like a confused bird, looking for where her newfound friend was standing. Slowly, she lumbered forward, tea cupped paws unsteady as they took uneasy steps. She really should have thought this one through. The dark femme slowly made her way onto the little mound of mud, digging her claws into the slippery soil to steady herself. "I'h gonna 'eed 'ome 'elp ge'in shish ou'a 'ah 'outh." She announced, the back of her jaws beginning to burn and cramp. She wouldn't be able to talk right for a week at this rate. Meanwhile, the turtle was starting to kick furiously once more, landing a solid blow on her cheek with one of those evil little feet of theirs. An indignant squeak was all she could muster in reply to that outrage. Fenben made me this here arts, thank you Fenben! |