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Ooh? What happened in the desert, Rosnix?

"=) Well.... (=" -> Drabble <-

The cooled winds of the desert nighttime caused sand and dust to shift as Rosnix hovered overhead, their eyes glowing a vibrant blue as they scanned the nearby areas for any sort of scape material to store within their stomach compartment. The chittering of desert creatures, the howling of a distant desert canine was no more than ambient noise to the robot as they hovered around, a little frustrated as their scanners seemed to be picking up nothing. That was until a small "blip!" came from their scanner, causing the robot to move towards the direction of the object. Normally they could find a decent amount of scape material around in these parts. Old abandoned scuttlebuggy parts, some bits and bobs of broken-down metal contraptions. Hell! Rosnix found what appeared to be the frame of a painting that had soot stuck within the framing's pattern [That was torture to clean out mind you]. Although what Rosnix found was odd. A lot odder than they could've expected. Poking out from a mound of sand looked to be a pair of goggles, old fashioned ones as well. With a raise of their eyebrow, Rosnix touched down and reached out for the eyewear. And as their metal fingertips brushed against it, the world seemed to stop around them. A sudden coldness whirled around them, making them freeze up on the spot. Several of their sensors were going off, alerting them that danger was nearby. But they couldn't move, Rosnix was stuck in place as if they were a statue. Their mechanical eyes widened as a figure slowly came into view. Their sensors screamed louder as if they were telling Rosnix to run. To get out of there, to get back to the safety of their flesh brother's hive. The figure drew nearer as a thumping sound rang through the robot's head. Louder and louder as the figure got closer and closer. Rosnix tried to get themselves to talk, to say anything, just in hopes of SOMEONE hearing them. It was futile tho, it was like their voicebox had short-circuited, rendering them unable to speak. The figure stopped only a few feet away from Rosnix, drenched in shadow with faint blue hues spotted around their form. Tall, semi-curved horns seem to perfectly form around one of the Alternian moons above as Rosnix stared wide-eyed, a feeling of fear rushing through them. The figure reached out their hand, letting it rest gently against Rosnix's cheek. Rosnix made a low mechanical noise akin to whimper as their body faltered, causing them to drop down to their knees and hold their head. A thousand thoughts seemed to rush through their brain at once, causing them to jerk and shutter in what could only be assumed to be pain. They bent forward, resting themselves now on their knees and elbows as they waited for the feeling to stop. And once they looked up again... The figure was gone.

Karma Favors The Abused

TW: Blood, violence, near death

Anahit was deep within the forest surrounding her hive, a small collection of animal bones resting around a leather-bound journal. One of Anahit's many fascinations involved bones, picking them out from within the ground and trying to identify which bone was which, what creature it could've belonged to. Her attention was kept on a rather large, possible arm bone until she heard a faint scraping sound, her head turning towards a couple bones that seemed to be... Glowing? What? Anahit got up and quickly moved herself out of the way as the bones were suddenly shot outwards, flying in every direction. Anahit hissed as one managed to hit her, lounging itself within her shoulder. Her sleeve pressed against her arm slightly as blood ran over the fabric, causing the Rustblood to make an effect to get it out, but her movements all stopped as a familiar voice broke out. One she thought she'd NEVER hear ever again. "ANAHIT!" A female voice growled out as a large rock was suddenly thrown in her direction. Anahit screamed and ducked out of the way, turning on her heels and trying to hurry back towards her hive. The blurs of vibrant pink and neon green whizzed past her head as she desperately tried to rush over, her skirt getting ripped by fallen branches and thorns from bushes. She hissed loudly, reaching her hand out to grab a tree before a large force slammed into her back, a small splatter of blood coming from her mouth as she fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering. Anahit dug her nails into the ground as she tried to pull herself forward, a yowl escaping her mouth as someone slammed their foot down hard against her already wounded back, making her cough up a little more blood. "Finallү. I fucking have үou where I want үou!" Argeni hissed with a smirk, lifting her hand up as several objects followed her movement. Anahit's eyes widened, she tried to scream for Oggy in hopes the abomination could hear her, but her voice was hoarse, and her chest burned from the impact. Anahit closed her eyes and pushed her face into the ground, praying that her death would be swift. The ground shook around her as warm sensations dripped down the back of her head, the weight of Argeni seemed to be gone. Anahit took a moment before she looked up, her eyes wide with fear as a male Blueblood was knelt in front of her, his hand outstretched in offer to help her up which she hesitantly took. "(-> It's okay... I'll make sure she doesn't hurt either of us ever again... <-)." Anahit didn't say anything as the Blueblood let go of her hand and glanced over at the unconscious Goldblood woman to the side of them, blood pooling around her head. "(-> I'll help you get back home, i-if you liked, obviously... <-)" Anahit shook her head with a groan, her back ached as she limped away from the scene. She needed to get back home, she needed to clean herself up. She needed to rest. [Anahit is unavailable for asks] [Argeni is unavailable for asks]

Visit

[Event happens a couple nights after attack]

Anahit was resting within her cocoon, her face poking halfway through the semi-thick, gooey green slime. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back slightly as she rested her aching body. Her shoulder burned with a dull pain, her back still screaming at her from the impact of the rock that was thrown at her. After being attacked, Anahit’s neighbor, Veketi, the person she hated for basically all of her life, had been staying with her for the past couple of nights, making sure she was resting and helping her tend to her wounds. A groan escaped her lips as she moved her shoulder, huffing softly. That bone would leave a scar, that she knew for sure. Anahit attempted to sink herself deeper into the slime until a knock sounded from outside of her respiteblock. She hissed out a sigh while pulling herself up, muttering “who is it” grumpily under her breath. “It’s simply me, Anahit. Someone is here to see you and I was going to allow her entrance to your respiteblock, but I thought I’d ask first before I did so.” Veketi’s voice spoke from behind the door as Anahit craned her neck up slightly, looking over the edge of her cocoon. Someone was here to see her? Well, that could mean one of two people. Even if she cared for them both, she was hoping it was one over the other. “Let her in,” Anahit said softly, adjusting herself so she’s properly sitting upright. The door opened and a familiar lowblood girl shuffled into the room before her eyes landed on Anahit, moving over to the side of her cocoon quickly. “Annie…!” Zyzbon frowned the moment she laid eyes on her matesprite, leaning on the side of her matesprite’s cocoon. Anahit just smiled softly and freed one of her hands from the slime, laying it over the cocoon so her matesprite could gently grasp it within her own, pressing her cheek against Anahit’s palm. “My dear Zyzbon…” Anahit mumbled softly while resting her head against the rim of the cocoon, her eyes softened and half-lidded as she stared at her matesprite. A comfortable silence washed over the room as Zyzbon gently played with Anahit’s fingers, carefully bending and flexing them. Anahit could feel the anxiety radiating off her beloved, her heart aching a little at the sheer idea of Zyzbon being worried about her. Anahit opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced once Zyzbon beat her to it. “Are… Are you okay, Annie…? Your… Your neighbor told me what happened and… And I wanted to come see you.” Zyzbon knew that wasn’t the truth, how else would she explain how she knew Anahit was hurt? Anahit was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “I’m fine, dear. I just need to rest for a while… Then I’ll be back to my old self, alright?” Zyzbon shifted her weight as she squeezed her lover’s hand in hers, looking down at the Burgundyblood in her cocoon. “D-Does Cerrin know…?” Her question came out a lot softer than she wanted it to, making Anahit take a moment to process what she said. The Burgundyblood clicked her tongue, looking away from the other lowblood. “No”, she said softly as her gaze remained on the wall in front of her. Zyzbon nodded and decided to not push any further, leaning more of her body weight onto the cocoon. That same comfortable silence once again fell over them, Anahit starting to sink back into her cocoon. “Annie…?” Zyzbon’s voice came out softly, making the Burgundyblood looking over at her with softened eyes. Zyzbon gently squeezed her matesprite’s hand. “Can… Can I stay with you for a bit…? J-Just to make sure you’re okay. Please?” Anahit laughed softly with a smile, nodding. “Of course, dear. Whatever makes you feel better.” Zyzbon smiled at this, her four ears wiggling softly. “Red for you, Anahit…” “Red for you too, Zyzbon.”

Zyzbon - @ketchfantrolls Cerrin - @wormstuck

The Voice of The Goddess

1 / 2 The crackling of static droned throughout an empty, unlit dingy room. The static, oddly rhythmic, was playing from a banged up looking husktop atop of an old dusty counter. That was Psiloc's husktop, but this wasn't Psiloc's hive. No, it was some old, abandoned hive the Purpleblood had found in his travels, the place where he'd normally meet up with regulars to play his little role as a dealer of sorts. Normally he'd only be here in the best of spirits, chatting it up with friends and clients with his usual goofy grin and laxed speech pattern. Tho he was alone to night. Just him, the dull glow from his husktop and the static that blared loudly in his ears. Despite being coldblooded, his entire body from head to toe felt like it was on fire, his eyes were wide and reddened, pupils so small you could mistake him for not being born with any! His mouth agape, head casted downwards towards the husktop that sit in front of him. Everything felt so far away, but also too sickeningly close all at the same time. The aftereffects of the usual drugs he clogged himself up with were gone. Psiloc was sober. Sober after so long of diluting himself, after so long of SOMEONE ELSE fuckin' diluting him as well. A low groan escaped his lips as his head suddenly jerked upwards, a loud crack ripping through the silence. He was going to feel that the next night, or maybe he wouldn't, who knows at this rate. Nothing felt real to him, Psiloc almost wanted to believe he hadn't just violently craned his neck upwards, his eyes casted to the ceiling as the static seemed to fade out, leaving him in icy silence. The Purpleblood kept his eyes on the ceiling as if transfixed on something, something he couldn't see although knew was there. The faded reds of his normally yellowed sclera grew redder and redder by the moment as memories erupted from somewhere deep inside of him. The Clurch, his sister and her hive, the food, the drink she prepared for him that one time. How his sister seemed to avoid him, how she never seemed interested in what he did despite ALWAYS showing his support towards everything his sister did. Psiloc slowly reached up and brushed his cold fingertips against his face, his heart beating fast as he felt the minimal dried paint on his face. He dragged his nails downwards until they touched his throat, his fingers slowly curling around it as something new brushed against his ears. A voice; a woman's voice to be exact. Someone pulling him from his thoughts, his large ears perking up to catch what she was saying. It all sounded like hushed gibberish him, but something told him to keep listening. He strained, growling out softly in pain as he forced himself to block out any external noise, if there was even any present expect for the rhythmic static that sounded oh so far away by now. Psiloc gripped his throat harder, eyes wide as he stood up slowly. The voice called to him, whispering twisted thoughts and ideas into his head, a nasty miasma of murderous thoughts that Psiloc could never consider doing himself. He wasn't like the others; he wouldn't stoop to the lows of murder and bloodshed no matter how hard someone tried to force him. Although one sentence caught his attention, one he both didn't and did understand. "Rise, Seer of Light. Reclaim what has 6een taken from you." [Psiloc Cerrum is unavailable for asks]