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She was about to hoist the heavy bucket over her shoulder when a new sound caught her attention. It had been barely audible, however, it had been unmistakably the sounds of paw prints and dark claws touching the cobblestone. Though the creature seemed to be able to move remarkably quietly for its size.

Interesting.

Jinx put the paint bucket down again and pulled out her Gatling gun. Hand resting on the handle, she tried to figure out where the monster was coming from. Jinx cleared her throat and called: "Heyah! I know you are here, big monster. Why don't you come out? I promise I ain't gonna shoot yah...yet."

Something dull and muffled echoed in the beast's ears. They snapped to attention and angled toward the source. But it was hidden amid the alleys and thoroughfares, drowned out by the gathered throngs incessant chatter and foot traffic. So wherever it may have came from was lost, heard by the monster alone in the city that never slept. Then the iron and copper filtered into its nostrils. It lifted its head off its forearms and looked down the street.

Burnt, twisted metal mingled with the pungent stench of gunpowder. Notes of sulfur indicated a discharge. Like someone had packed too much ground pepper into a single bite of chicken and felt it up in their sinuses. Yet there was something else running undercurrent to the poignant awfulness. Something threaded through the caustic gray hanging heavy in the air. The iron and copper. A heady scent the howler could pick out from halfway across the city, whether topside or skirting along the sumps. One that incited the chambers in its back to shift and grind glass against metal. Regardless of whether this was what the man was looking for, it was something neither could ignore.

It rose up and shifted across the rooftops, scaling the pipeworks and weaving through vent stacks. Smog clung to its fur. Wispy trails of the gray curled past its shoulders. Each breath leaving a gout of the chemical pollutants billowing out from the esophiltres lodged in its shoulders. This city was the howler's hunting ground. No hazard it had could hamper the hunt. Wandering toward an alley where the flicker of chem-lumens was dimmest, the beast smelt something new. It was one of citrus with a metallic tang. But it was minute compared to the intensity of the gunpowder and iron. Whoever was behind it knew how to pick secluded spots. For this alley was out of the way of any prying eyes. A sharp mind. The scrap of glass against metal grew while the mechanisms woven throughout the creature whirred in anticipation. Mucus-green eyes cut through the dark and saw a small woman standing amid a ruin of paint, the aftermath of an explosion and the telltale signs of tinkering. Her twin tails brushed the cobble. Each a vibrant cobalt blue that clashed with the droll palette of the alley. Blue. A painful sensation yanked at the man, tugging the beast's heart and head. It dropped from the roof and landed with nary a sound save the click of its claws against the ground. But it was still enough for the woman's attention to be piqued. Another predator? Possibly. She spoke and his ears cringed, flattening back against his skull. Blue. Pink? SHUT UP! The monster emerged from the shadows when she turned, eyes pointed toward where the shadows were densest. It towered over her, hunched over as it was. And unveiled the fur and teeth and sick green glow of the chemicals coursing through its body.

Glaring down at her, the creature snuffed the air while the machinery in its back whirred. "You were there..." came the low rumble of gravel from the back of its throat.

[cardierreh15]

Variants

Please read part one to understand part two! ⚡️🐺 if you choose to be lost that’s your business but I warned ya!

***I do not consent to anyone translating, copy and/or repost my work!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! MDNI

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Angst , Mentions of Death , Blood , Smut - Logan being an absolute MONSTER (this is very graphic) & Ororo being folded like a pretzel, lil bit of Voyuerism , Oral(Female Receiving) Face Sitting 😁, Scratching , Fingering/Masturbation , Minor Begging , Basically, Pray for her pussy. 😭

Pairings: Logan Howlett (Cavillrine) x Ororo Munroe also known as Storm

Description: Logan & Storm have a heart to heart. ⚡️

Word Count: 6.8K

Song: Earned it by The Weeknd

Side Note: Ororo's thoughts are in Italics Bold and OG Logan's voice is in orange italics.

Side Side Note: There are some elements taken from the X-Men movies but this is my own twist on it. I do not own the rights to those films or the characters. (Halle Berry is also not the Storm here)

Part two

Since Ororo’s arrival on Earth 199999, the weather has been less than satisfactory. The humans either blamed the wrath of Mother Earth or “Those Damned Mutants.” There was no in between but they were right about one thing.

The Storm goddess did have parts to play in why the weather was the way it was. Ever since she’d been here, her powers have been obstreperous; unpredictable and uncontrollable. It took her almost 20 years to get it right back home. And now here she was again starting from scratch. 

But the weather wasn’t the only thing that she had a hard time with. Nightmares haunted her at night; leaving her companion as exhausted as she was. She screamed, wept, and even had full conversations. 

On occasion, he’d get up from the large sectional that he slept on and drag himself to the bedroom. He wouldn’t dare wake her though, he’d just watch as she would cry and struggle to breathe. A part of him was afraid to wake her up while she was in such a state. He’d prefer to have his insides raw instead of scrambled like an egg.

As much as it pained him so, he’d watch her suffer until she quieted down. And by then, twilight had come and sleep was no longer an option.

Today was a regular day for both of them. Logan was tucked away in the garage working on something that’d aid his boredom. While Ororo was focusing on peeling the clouds out of her view. Her eyes white as snow and focus dead set within.

With her straining came the grunts and the gritting of her teeth. Blood began to drip from her nose and her headache returned. ‘Almost—‘ She huffed as her held up palms began to shake as if they were holding something heavy. And finally, the clouds disappeared from view.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, her eyes returned to normal and her arms dropped to her sides. They felt so heavy. And the headache remained. But on the bright side, she’d finally made progress and plucked a big rain cloud out of view of the blue sky.

‘Y’know, we could’ve used someone like you back in the day.’

Ororo whipped her head around but stumbled slightly when the dizziness came just as quick. ‘Mmm.’

‘Whoa, easy.’ Logan said as he reached out and grabbed her waist, helping her catch her balance once again. He took a good look at her, ‘You’re bleeding…’

She wiped her nose with her wrist and looked down at the bright crimson blood, ‘Oh… yeah. Looks like I am.’ She uttered softly.

‘You don’t seem surprised. Lemme go get you something to clean that up with.’

Letting out a gentle sigh, she leaned against the wooden railing for support when he let her go. Her mind felt like mush and she felt like she had a cinder block placed atop her head. And those moments of him leaving her side had felt like an eternity.

His heavy footsteps brought her out of her thoughts and she was able to pull herself upright to face him. In one hand he had two cream colored, large pills and in the other was a glass of water with a white wet cloth thrown over his wrist.

‘Jeez! What the hell are those?!’ Her eyes grew at the sight of the drugs.

Logan smirked, finding humor at her reaction, ‘its acetylsalicylic acid.’

Ororo’s brows tugged into one as she took the glass of water into her palm, ‘Aspirin.’

Giving her a nod, he outstretched his hand for her to take them.

‘Fuck, they feed these to horses?’ She pinched them up into her fingers before dropping them into her mouth and taking a big gulp of her water. She swallowed in hopes of swallowing both of them, but only swallowed one. ‘Ugh! They’re so hard to swallow!’

Logan laughed, ‘Only cause you’re thinking too hard! Drink some more water.’ 

She knocked back another gulp of water and swallowed hard. With her hand on her chest, Ororo whimpered and glanced up at him, ‘That went down hard. That’s super gross too.’ She took the cloth and wiped her nose free of the smeared blood.

‘Well it’s medicine, Ororo it’s not supposed to be tasty.’ He chuckled deeply once more as he rested his weight on his arms, leaning against the wooden rail.

‘It—‘ she paused for a second and did the same. She glared at him in a knowing glare. He’d been calling her Storm for weeks on end. But he said it right as if it came naturally.

‘You said my name right.’

Logan looked over at her, ‘I’ve been practicing. Besides, you call me James and I think it’s only fair that I address you by your name.’

Aw, she couldn’t help but feel a twist in her chest when he said it. It sounded just how James would say it. Effortless and again, natural. Easy. A smile curled on her lips, ‘Well, that’s thoughtful. Thank you.’ 

‘Mmm.’ He hummed softly before peeling his eyes away from hers to look up at the sky. ‘Seems like you’ve made some progress huh? It feels good to see some sunshine.’

She brought the glass up to her lips once again to take a sip then placed it down next to her. ‘I guess the world has me to blame for that.’ She grumbled with a gentle pout.

‘I don’t. I think the gift that you have is extraordinary.’ He smiled at her softly, ‘If you don’t feel like carrying the burden of how the world thinks of you, we can always switch?’

Ororo laughed and shook her head, ‘I don’t think I’d manage well with being one of the heaviest mutants on Earth. I’m already clumsy as is. Me falling will send me to hell I’m sure.’ The both of them laughed once more before they grew quiet again. ‘Thanks.’ 

Since she’s been conscious, Logan has been making it his responsibility to make her feel as comfortable as possible. It was the right thing to do. She came from an entirely different world and landed dead center in another one. He couldn’t imagine going through something like that alone, so he’d figured that she didn’t have to.

‘I want you to meet some friends of mine.’

Raising a brow, Ororo laced her fingers together. ‘Friends? You mean—‘

‘Yes, them. I don’t know what happened to the Xavier on your world but, there’s one here… and he can help you with controlling your abilities.’

A soft smile curled on her lips. It was a thoughtful gesture. She couldn’t really say that she was surprised. Beneath that hard exterior, her James was just as kind. ‘My X—…’ she sighed softly as the memories played back in her head. 

It was a death she could never really heal from. He was like a father to all of them. And she would’ve never thought she would’ve been the one to do it.

‘Professor Xavier died long before…’ she bit into her bottom lip and glanced away.

‘Before?’ Logan pressed as he placed his large hand at the center of her back.

His touch had seemed to bring her back to reality. She blinked away the tears and cleared her throat when she felt herself choking. She knew that she was gonna have to talk about it eventually. She couldn’t be reticent about her past forever. 

Soft thunder grumbled in the distance causing Logan to look up at the sky. Once again, the sun vanished and light gray clouds took its place. 

‘Here, let’s go inside. I heard ladies like tea. I think I have chamomile.’ He held his hand out for her to grab.

A feeble smile curled up on Ororo’s features. This look had come quite familiar to him. He witnessed it everyday. But perhaps today, he would try playing a part where he can bring joy behind her smile, instead of sadness and dismay.

Instead of taking his hand, she gave him a nod and walked towards the patio doors and pulled it open. 

Logan watched her walk into the house before scooping up the glass that she left behind and followed suit. He closed the slide door behind him before placing the cup into the sink. Then, he filled up the tea kettle and placed it on the burner. 

Ororo plopped down on his recliner and pulled her feet beneath her as her grief became her ailment once again. Her brown eyes were sad and she sported this foreboding frown. 

She sat there, her mind thinking about the day that Charles died. Things weren’t supposed to go down that way. Jean was supposed to willingly come home with them. She was supposed to get help. But Magneto was there. And he brought back up with him.

‘Here.’ Logan deep voice uttered as he held the mug out towards her. 

Ororo looked up at him before taking the warm mug into her hands. She gave him a hesitant smile before turning her attention away once again. 

He walked to the sectional that sat across from her. ‘I see you’re comfortable?’ 

She was dumping her tea bag into the water so the herbs could soak better. ‘Hmm?’ 

‘The recliner. You like it?’

Ororo gave him another fake smile, ‘Yes, it sits well.’ Her bleakness was quite telling. He knew that when she became cold and short, that she was more than likely fighting her inner demons. Those demons being the torturous memories of her past life. The good and the bad.

Logan sat there quietly, his elbows resting on his knees, slouching over with his silver dog tags hanging as he tried to figure out what to say to her. One would think after losing so many people, he would know what to say to her. But it was different when one of the people that she’d lost was actually him in another timeline.

‘You don’t have to say anything…’ she said softly as she toyed with her tea bag, swirling it around in the now flavorful hot water. 

‘Huh?’

Ororo’s eyes flickered up from the substance in the mug to his face, ‘You don’t have to say… anything.’ She paused, ‘I’ve been here for almost two months and you deserve to know more of the truth.’

He sat up straight, looking up at the ceiling when the storm caused the lights to flicker on and off. He then glanced down at her, ‘Uh— you sure you wanna talk about this? The um—‘

‘It’s fine.’ Rain began to beat down on the roof of the cabin and its windows. It would’ve made the perfect lullaby, but they wouldn’t be doing much sleeping tonight.

‘Jean Grey… killed Charles Xavier where I’m from. And she’s also dead�� because James killed her.’

Logan’s face hardened at the news. He was taken aback from it. The people that were alive and well on this Earth, were dead and gone on hers. ‘Wh-How did she do it? Was he not-‘

‘No. Previously before Jean’s death, she died before that… or so we thought. Drowned at the bottom of a lake to save us. She killed Scott—‘

‘Cyclops?!’ He sounded a little less surprised this time.

‘Yes… her lover.’

‘Pfft, well. That would make sense he’s a dick.’ He uttered before taking a sip of his tea and placing it on a coaster. 

Just as she thought he’d say. That alone caused a tiny smile to quirk up on her lips for a short moment before she nodded, ‘Anyway, she was brought back to the school so she could be nursed back to health. But when she came back she… she didn’t come back whole. Someone— something else resided within her. She was cold, evil, impulsive— just out of control.’ 

Logan was listening intently.

‘Magneto—‘

‘Tuh—‘ Logan clicked his tongue as he sat back against the sofa, ‘He a problem in every damn universe?! Jesus Christ!’ 

As much as she wanted to laugh, Ororo kept herself under control. This was a serious conversation and it was a very important moment for her. ‘Unfortunately so. Magneto got ahold of Jean. Thinking that he could manipulate her into standing side by side with aiding the civil war against the humans for the cure.’ 

‘The cure? You mean like…?’

‘Yes, exactly what you’re thinking.’ 

Logan never understood the thought process behind “curing” mutants. But he felt that mutants had the right to protect themselves from those who wished to do them harm. 

But the code of honor of the X-Men went against that principle because then, they appear to be what the humans paint them out to be. The fine line between them had often crossed when he was involved. 

‘But even she was too powerful for him. We went to Jean’s childhood home in hopes of bringing her back to New York. But we were already too late. Magneto was there and things got out of hand.’ Her heart ached as she remembered just seeing his suit laying there before her and James. ‘Magneto’s men kept us busy and by the time James  got to them… Charles was… dead.’ Tears filled her eyes but she quickly wiped them away with her thumb.

‘Wh-‘ he began, ‘Ororo, I’m sorry to hear that. That must’ve been… that must’ve been very hard for the team. I couldn’t imagine losing him like that. And Jean… man. That was deep.’ He let out a shuddered breath.

‘Yeah…’ she trailed off before looking down at her tea again. ‘Then uh— a few years later, the sentinels took over and well— that’s how I got here.’

‘Sentinels? I’ve heard you mumble their name in your sleep.’ Logan paused and narrowed his eyes, ‘What were they?’

Looking back up at Logan, she instantly was reminded of their appearance when she heard their name. They were what fueled her nightmares. They held nothing behind their eyes. No compassion, no feelings not once or ever. They were created out of hate and were programmed to do a job that the humans had been trying to do for centuries.

Swallowing her spit she started, ‘In 1973, Mystique murdered Senator Robert Kelly.’

‘Good!’ Logan said cheerily, ‘He’s also a Grade A dick.’

‘No, not good. He was proposing a bill… a bill that the government would create an army of robots to eliminate the race of mutants. The United States was kind of hesitant at first and considered it such an inhumane situation. But all he had to do was die. So, after his death they hunted her down but not because she was a fugitive but because she possessed something that could aid the cause.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘Her ability to take the appearance of anyone and even possessing their abilities.’

‘When they caught her… they killed her. They took her DNA and remodeled it around the idea of “Mutants are dangerous and shall be put down, no ifs ands or butts about it.”. And so, the Sentinels reigned. They began with the lookers… anyone that didn’t fit the human appearance. But that didn’t matter anyway, because they even put humans on their hunting list.’

‘Jesus Christ.’ He murmured as he ran his hands over his face. 

‘He wasn’t there… all hope for that was gone. We had an idea to go back in time to right the wrongs. But they found us out and killed everyone except me and James. We got away but then they found us again by detecting our abilities. Strange created this portal but no one knew where it led to. But they were already waiting for us there. Those damn things… always one step ahead.’ She scoffed and shook her head. 

Go!!! I’ll hold them off!

No, no, no, no! I’m not leaving you, James!

You have to, Storm. If you don’t then who will continue our legacy?! You have to go!

His words stung just as they did then. She didn’t want to leave him behind. The intention was for both of them to go. But James made for a hell of a distraction. Tears fell down her face and she sniffed.

Logan automatically put two and two together. Because if James wasn’t here but she was… the unthinkable happened.

‘He sacrificed himself to save you.’ 

She wiped her tears and nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Fuck. Jesus — Storm, Ororo. I’m sorry. That’s… that’s rough.’ He sighed as he tore his eyes away from her. After absorbing all of that information, anyone would think she was losing her mind or perhaps it may have been a figment of her imagination. But her behavior. The nightmares, her grief. 

Even he felt the pain from all of her loss. No one could fake something like that.

‘I don’t — I don’t even know what to say other than… you are probably the strongest person I’ve ever met.’ 

Ororo scoffed and wiped her nose, ‘Thank you, Logan. I just thought I’d never be without him… y’know?’ 

Logan cleared his throat and nodded, ‘Well uh…You’re not exactly without him. He’s with you in spirit.’ 

A smile curled up on her face softly and as she nodded in agreement, ‘Yes, yes I suppose he is.’

***

Their conversations about their contributions to society had been drawn into the night. They laughed and talked about what the craziest things they’ve done to save people and the craziest things they’ve seen in general. 

‘Well, I’m gonna shower. I’ll be out for dinner in a little while.’ Ororo gave him a smile; now cheered up after the much needed talk. She placed her empty mug down on the coaster and pulled herself up from the comfortable chair and started down the hall. Then she stopped in her tracks and turned back around to face him. ‘Oh, Logan—‘ 

He’d picked up their mugs by their handles and stood up before turning around to face her. ‘Yeah?’

‘Thank you… for everything.’ The rain had come to a light drizzle and the thunder ceased to exist. A big pretty grin curled up on her lips before she spun around and walked towards the bathroom. 

As he watched her walk away, he let out a gentle sigh as he felt his heart palpitate in his chest. The uneasy feeling caused him to clear his throat. 

She stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She felt like there was a time for a change. Time for her to start the process of moving on and healing the way she wanted. 

Memories of James running his fingers through her locks and how he’d learned how to braid her hair so it would stay out of her way when they’d fight. How he used to tug it when…

Opening the medical cabinet, she rummaged in there until she found a pair of surgical scissors. Bringing the legs into her fist, she contemplated what she was about to do. Doing this, would be the start of cutting the old James out of her life… and letting the new one in. 

Taking the scissors to the spots where the dreads began, Ororo began to snip them off until she was left with nothing but a small pixie Afro. She felt lighter physically and metaphorically. She'd miss all of her hair. It was down her back and it became a part of her identity. But it was time that she made a new one for herself.

Scooping up all of the hair, she placed them in the bathroom’s waste bucket. 

Ororo couldn’t believe what she’d done. Taking scissors to her hair like that; hair that was way past her rump and took her 15 years to grow.

But she wanted to start anew. There was no escaping her new life and it was time she stopped running from it and heal the right away. And to do that, she had to let him in.

Her brushed out hair. It was cute and brought out the roundness in her face. It also made her appear youthful. 

She turned on the hot and cold knob before stepping into the spacious walk in shower. She reached over and grabbed her body wash, lathered it up in an African bathing net and began to scrub herself as if she were cleansing herself of her past instead.

Mmm, you smell so good.

Tell me how you want it baby.

That’s it, my little storm cloud.

Ororo shut her eyes, ‘Mmph!’ She hummed as she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her lower belly. She let out a gentle whimper as titillating memories clouded her mind.

Her heartbeat began to pick up when his voice flooded her ears. This was James' favorite place. It’s where he would wash off the labors and hardships of the day or in some cases, weeks. And it was also James’ favorite place to fuck. She could practically feel the ghost of his hands all over her body. Gentle sighs and suppressed moans rumbled in her chest as her hands followed while the water rinsed away her suds.

Meanwhile down the hall in the living room…

Logan was sitting on his leather recliner where she’d left him after their emotional conversation. His reading glasses rested at the tip of his nose as he read some of his mail. ‘Yadda, yadda—‘ Then he paused. A particular scent filled the air. Taking over his senses that instantly caused goosebumps to trickle over his skin.

Then, the whimpering and whining followed. 

With his own heart ramming out of control, he took off his glasses and let out a deep, shaky breath. He could feel his animalistic urges creeping up on him. And the more he tried to conceal them, the more carnal they became. His body began to heat up and his cheeks became flush. 

‘OK—‘ Logan grumbled as he ran his fingers through his curly locks. ‘Just be… cool. You’ve been around plenty of women.’ Well, she happened to be the first woman he’s been attracted to in a while. 

‘I want you so bad right now!’ She whispered.

He snapped his head towards the door down the hall. An unwarranted growl vibrated in his chest as he slowly began to give into his lascivious urges.

‘God, please don’t make me do this.’ He uttered to himself as he brought his hair into both of his fists and tugged at it; walking into the opposite direction to walk out the front door. 

But as soon as she called his name…

‘Mmm, James!’

That was the green light for him. ‘Goddammit.’ He hissed as he quickly tore off the wife beater, then his belt and jeans. Socks and his briefs were gone by the time he’d even made it to the bathroom door. 

Not even bothering to knock, he gently pushed the door open to see her brown silhouette through the patterned shower glass door. Glancing to the right was her long white dreadlocks sitting in the trash can. He’d be sure to ask why she got rid of them later. But right now, he had more pressing matters that he must attend to.

Ororo was in a deep trance as her own hands made love to her body as if they were James’ instead. A mewl left her lips as she unknowingly turned to face him in the shower; putting on a show for him.

Inhaling deeply at the sight of her gorgeous body he could feel the familiar numbness creeping up his spine. He watched as the water trickled down the peaks and valleys of her body. Oh how he’d wished he were in its place instead. To be able to touch her like that. 

He also took note of the battle scars she possessed and the others that came naturally; her stretch marks on her hips and waist, thighs, her belly and breasts. God she was perfect. Logan swallowed before he slammed the shower door hard enough to grasp her attention.

Her eyes slowly opened as a harsh gasp escaped her chest. She quickly covered her pretty brown tits with her arm and hid her crotch with her free hand and thigh. ‘Logan! What are you doing?!’

‘You called, I came.’ He said as he took a step forward.

She took a step back, ‘I—I did not! I—I said…’ Ororo looked up into his dilated, hooded eyes. The same eyes James used to give her when it was time for him to breed her.

‘Hmm?’ He hummed as he took another step forward.

‘I said… I said James! I wasn’t—‘

‘You weren’t talking about me? Yet, I’m the only James here… and we—‘ he walked forward through the water as her back was finally pressed firmly against the cool tile. ‘We are practically the same… right?’

Practically would be an understatement. From the way they wore their hair and clothes to how he spoke. The only thing that set them apart were their eyes. And she could admit, his eyes were quite unique. Blue like the sky with just a touch of brown as if God spilled a little bit of honey into them.

‘I—I—‘ Ororo was stuck in his gaze. She felt as if she were to take her eyes off of him, she’d die. His eyes were her lifeline in this moment.

Logan brought his hand up and rested it against the wall to trap her there. ‘You’re gonna allow me to do what he can’t?’

Ororo let out a gentle shudder as she slowly dropped her hands to reveal her body to him once again, inviting him in. 

He scooped her up in his arms, earning a surprised gasp from her lips and a gentle giggle followed. ‘Fuck, you smell so good.’

She wrapped her legs around his waist, ‘So that’s how you found me out… you smelled me.’ Ororo teased.

‘I did.’ Logan smirked, ‘That’s what animals do right?’

The woman had no idea what had come over her in those next few moments, but the longer he held her in his arms like this, the more aroused she became. Leaning in, she parted her lips before slipping her tongue into his mouth. He welcomed her lips into his as their tongues instantly massaged at one another.

Had it not been for Logan holding her up in her arms, Ororo was sure that she would’ve crumbled to her knees. But it was delicate and languid as if they were exploring and learning about one another. The kiss felt familiar but so different at the same time. She ran her fingers through his wet curls as a moan rumbled in her chest. 

Logan broke the kiss and looked up at her with lust induced eyes as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘I love your hair like this.’

‘Yeah?’ Ororo purred.

‘Oh yeah.’ He chuckled before meeting one another’s lips in a much more greedier, confident manner. As they devoured one another, Logan reached beneath her and began to rub at her cunt.

She gasped sharply as she ripped her lips away from his. 

‘Tell me how you want it baby.’ He uttered as he gently worked his fingers against her pussy.

Just like James.

Licking her smile, she demanded, ‘Why don't you do a taste test hmm? See if I taste as good as I smell?’

Logan grinned and placed her down on her feet, ‘I like the sound of that.’ He snatched her lips up into hers one more time before he took her hand and spun her around gently. Lightning bolts for stretch marks danced around the curvature of her juicy ass. And just like that, the growling returned.

Huffing like a hound, Logan got on his knees and assumed the position for her to mount his face. 

Being that he was still tall even on his knees, he had to help her onto his face. His mouth opened, tongue out and flat for the proper seat while his nose nestled right against her asshole.

Ororo’s head fell back as her eyes fluttered closed as a naughty little moan slipped from the home of her lips. Steadying herself, she placed her hand on his stronger shoulder as one arm held her upright. 

With her free hand, she reached behind him and ran her fingers through his semi-wet dark hair. Her toes curled as Logan began to lap and drag his thick tongue from her clit all the way to her ass.

‘Ooh fuck.’ She shuddered out as she reached up to cup her breast in her hand. 

He had a tight lock on her thighs as he let her take the reins with her hips so she could control how much pleasure she wanted to feel. But that all changed when he decided to take the control back and lick, suck and kiss on her pussy as if it were her pretty mouth instead. ‘Mmm!’ He groaned, damn she did taste even better than she smelled. 

It was like a big grizzly bear finally finding the jackpot of rich honey. And he couldn’t get enough!

‘Logan, oh—‘ she hissed as she felt the tingling sensation in her clit as he began to suck and flick his tongue over the sensitive numb. ‘Aaaw!’ Ororo tried to move but he had her locked in so tight, she couldn’t even move if she wanted. So he kept devouring her until she finally erupted in his mouth. 

They haven’t even gotten to the penetration part of the session and she was already aspirated; out of breath and shaking from the very first orgasm that she had in what felt like forever. 

Placing kisses on her inner thigh as they shook, Logan unleashed her from his deathly hold and helped her unmount from his face as if it were a saddle. 

Ororo held onto his shoulder as he rose to his feet. Her knees were wobbly and she was smacking her lips together. ‘I’ve — I’ve got cottonmouth.’ She pouted up at him.

Logan towered over her as he wiped her juices off of his lips with his thumb and sucked it off. ‘You won’t have it for long.’

The shower was turned off and he had her legs wrapped around his waist again. Their tongues and mouths molted together as they indulged each other sloppily. Not being able to make it to the room, Logan carried her off to the sofa. Cool shower water dripped from their bodies and he laid her down on the couch.

When he ripped his lips away, Ororo was finally able to take in some air. She brought her trembling swollen lips between her teeth as she finally took in his body. Her desperate hands slid from his shoulders to his wet hairy chest where his dog tags rested against him. She drug her fingernails down his pecs to his abdomen. Spreading her thighs nice and wide, Logan placed one of her legs atop the cushions of the sofa. 

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Watching as her huge tits rose and fell with each anxious breath. If she hadn’t been touching him, she’d think this was all a figment of her imagination. She just couldn’t get enough of his godliness. How the droplets of water only defined his body. 

Suddenly, Logan sank his middle finger and ring finger inside of her; palm side up.

Her eyes fluttered close, whining as her head fell back against the arm of the sofa. ‘Mmm fu—oh!’ Massaging and kneading her walls from the inside out, Logan pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it in circles to add to the pressure. Low animalistic growls echoed in his chest and his black pupils were the size of marbles.

This was no longer the Logan that she felt comfortable with but an animal with one purpose. To mate and breed.

‘S-shit—‘ Ororo stuttered as she looked between her thighs to watch him finger fuck her g-spot. ‘Ooooh Logan! I’m gonna cum!’ She wailed; her legs twitched and spasmed as he stroked her sweet spot. Her eyes fluttered up to look at him as her body began to tense against her will. ‘Oh—GOD!’ Heaving fast as her eyes dropped down to the massive member that stood high in attention; leaking with his own pre-cum. The way it throbbed and jumped as Logan edged her on further. 

A filthy, guttural cry escaped from her lips; her hips rose as he continued to rub it out of her. ‘Fuuuuck!’ She crooned. Dropping her hips back down onto the sofa; breathless as all get out. Ororo watched as he gently tugged his thick fingers out of her. Covered in her sweet stickiness, he wielded no hesitation as he sucked his fingers clean. 

Was she in disbelief? Yes. But surprised? Not really. 

Were they this disgusting in every universe? 

Snarling at her tart taste, he snatched her waist and pulled her closer. Taking a hold of his long, girthy cock, he slapped the erected muscle against her clit. A gentle groan left his lips as he rubbed himself against her clit. God, he was losing it. 

‘Logan.’ Ororo whined out.

His head snapped up as his ears perked up at the sound of his name. Like an excited puppy. So exhilarated, that if he had a tail it would wag violently. But he didn’t let his excitement get in the way of the true task at hand.

‘Beg.’ He demanded.

Ororo let out a shuddered sigh as she watched him grab one of her ankles in his large hand. ‘Pl-please?’ Her lips pouted just a little and she never took her gaze off of his.

Logan growled lowly in approval, ‘Good.’ Adjusting his hips, he placed his hand behind her thigh, right above the back of her knee. He kept her legs spread as he pressed his fat mushroom tip against her slit. Her needy pussy pulled him in a warm embrace, earning a loud grunt from him. 

She hiccuped as she inhaled too much air as she felt the pressure and pleasure merge into one. ‘Mmmmph!’ Her thighs began to tremble the deeper and deeper he descended. ‘Ugh!’ 

He gritted his teeth together as his eyes fluttered shut. He wiggled his hips a little as he made room for himself inside of her. ‘Grrr—od—‘ he let groaned eagerly as he finally bottomed out within her. ‘—Dammit!’ 

Goosebumps covered their bodies as if they were connected to one another. He leaned down and pressed another sloppy kiss on her lips. As their lips collided, he stalled his hips as her comfortable walls held him tightly. 

Breaking the kiss, Logan looked down into her eyes as he pulled his hips back and rolled them into her. A strangled moan left her lips as she looked up into his animalistic crazed eyes. His dog tags dangled and rocked above her as he began to slowly pick up the pace of his hips. 

‘Ooh, Logan. Shit yes!’ The heaviness of his hips ramming into her was so familiar. It left her in a reminiscence of how James used to train her to take him the way she was supposed to. 

You have to get used to me lightning bolt. Fuck.

And so she did! Who knew that he was prepping her for this moment? 

Logan pumped his hips in and out of her like an animal in heat. Husky grunts and groans fell from his lips as his large hands held the back of her thighs. He was so deep inside of her this way. 

‘Mmm, so fucking wet for me. Shit!’ He sputtered as he dropped his dick into her deeper again while his hairy balls smacked against her puckered asshole.

A high pitched shriek left her lips in surprise when he began to beat at her cervix. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she rested her hands atop his for leverage and squeezed tightly. Sweet aspirated grunts and mewls graced her lips as she bit into her bottom lip. She was holding back screams and sobs.

And when Logan noticed that, he brought his hips to a sudden stop. He leaned in close to her, his nose touching hers; eyeing her carnally. ‘You can scream… it’s not like anyone will hear you.’ Now he was determined to snatch her voice by the end of the night. 

Ororo didn’t know if she was turned on or scared. Perhaps she was both but he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, she was reassured that he would take good care of her. 

Logan began to pick up the pace again, earning a string of filthy curse words from his Goddess lover. His body pounded into hers as he panted harshly; mirroring the sound of the thunder claps outside. Lightning struck very close to the cabin as he fucked her so stupid, she couldn’t even form words. 

‘Fu—huck, ye— eah! Mmm, uh!’ She looked down between them, watching as his dick delved balls deep into her over and over again. Her chest heaved as her hooded eyes peered back up at him. ‘My Gods, Yes! James!’ Ororo tightened her hold on his hands as he began to fuck harder, faster. 

A loud and rough groan left Logan’s lips before he nestled his furry face into her neck where he placed gentle kisses. ‘Fuuuuck—‘ he grumbled as he retreated his hips and pulled his cock all the way out. 

Huffing heavily, he found himself dripping with precum again. ‘Jesus fucking— look at what you’re doing to me.’ He laughed mirthlessly. He sounded so esurient though; hungry and desperate for her. Logan was losing his mind. 

A tiny giggle left her lips before he slipped his sticky dick right back inside of her. Her back arched as he made home within her again. Her whining came shortly afterwards. ‘Fuck. Me. Logan! Yes! James! Yes!’ Part of her felt like she was fucking the old James. But something about how inhuman this one fucked her was brand new. He was relentless! Diligent and persistent in how he pleased her. 

James used to give her a moment to catch her breath but this one wasn’t so kind. 

He was desperate to please her and that's all he gave a damn about. 

Mine, mine, mine. 

‘Mine, mine, mine!’ He growled hungrily.

Just like him. 

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as their bodies began to heat up with their salacious work out. She brought her face into her hands, digging her nails into his cheeks as he began to steal her breath away. Her mouth fell as her womb began to twist. Her walls began to tremble and her spine grew numb. A silent moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Logan hissed as she began to draw blood when she clawed at his cheeks; healing just as fast as the wounds opened. But he never turned his attention from her. It only fueled that beastly desire more! ‘Yeah, that’s it baby! Cum on that dick!’ He gritted through his teeth; his warm flesh covered in a thin sheet of sweat and the veins in his neck popped into view. ‘C’mon!’ 

A tear fell down the side of her face as he stole another orgasm from her. ‘OH FUCK!’ She’d finally released a loud sob from her chest as he rutted into her as if it were his last time. 

The pair fucked as if they were trying to build a family. Nasty, naughty sex filled their evening which landed them on the floor, and the bedroom. Ororo left Logan empty with nothing else to give. Logan beat down Ororo’s walls til her orgasms had become painful. They’ve done everything from Doggy style (Logan’s favorite) to Cowgirl. They were spent.

Laying in the king size bed, tucked beneath the warmth of the comforters, Logan had his heavy arm draped around her holding her close. Ororo smiled softly as her head rested against his hairy chest. She gently picked up his silver dog tags and ran her thumb over the numbers. All of the numbers but the last two were completely different from James. 

‘You’re still thinking about him?’

‘Who?’

Turning his head to look at her, he raised a brow with a small smirk curled on his lips.

Letting out a gentle sigh, ‘I’m only thinking about you.’ Part of that was true. She was thinking about him and how mind blowing their sex was. But she was also thinking about him. Not in the way one would think. 

Ororo was coming to terms that this was going to be her new life now. Everyone she’s ever known in her previous life or… timeline was gone. There was nothing left for her on that Earth anymore but here, she could make something of herself. She could get her power back under control. She could heal and live a happy life. By his side. 

Looking up at him, her small smile had turned into a grin. And when he’d return that grin, she giggled happily. Logan ran his thick fingers through her short white coils. ‘I really do like your hair like this, thundercloud.’ 

Her dimples deepened in her cheeks at the nickname. ‘Good, then I shall keep it that way.’ 

Stay there.

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Official Beau Bush Illustrated South Dakota Coyotes Football Graphic Signature t shirt

Here’s a content draft for the Official Beau Bush Illustrated South Dakota Coyotes Football Graphic Signature T-Shirt:

🎉 Rep Your South Dakota Coyotes Pride with the Beau Bush Illustrated Signature T-Shirt! 🏈🐺

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Here’s the content for the latest batch of links, along with title ideas for each:

1. Nurse It’s a Work of Heart Indianapolis Colts Shirt Title Idea: “Nurse Life Meets Colts Pride: Work of Heart Shirt!” Description: Perfect for nurses who are also die-hard Indianapolis Colts fans, this shirt celebrates both your passion for helping others and your team spirit. Featuring the phrase "It's a Work of Heart" with Colts branding, it’s an ideal way to show your love for your profession and your favorite NFL team.

2. Zach Freemantle Big East Conference Xavier Musketeers Shirt Title Idea: “Zach Freemantle: Big East Conference Xavier Musketeers Shirt!” Description: Show your support for Zach Freemantle and the Xavier Musketeers with this exclusive Big East Conference shirt. Featuring a bold design and Freemantle’s signature style, this shirt is perfect for any Musketeers fan. Whether you're cheering from the stands or watching the game at home, this shirt lets you wear your pride loud and clear.

3. Penei Sewell Angry Runs Detroit Lions T-Shirts Title Idea: “Penei Sewell: Detroit Lions Angry Runs Shirt!” Description: Celebrate Penei Sewell's hard-hitting style with this “Angry Runs” Detroit Lions shirt. Known for his fierce play on the field, Sewell's energy comes to life on this shirt, making it a must-have for any Lions fan. Whether you’re watching the game or just repping your team, this shirt is all about power and pride.

4. The Baltimore Ravens 29th Anniversary 1996-2025 Thank You Signature Shirt Title Idea: “Baltimore Ravens 29th Anniversary: Thank You Signature Shirt!” Description: Commemorate the 29th anniversary of the Baltimore Ravens with this special edition shirt. Featuring a heartfelt "Thank You" and the team’s signature branding, this shirt is perfect for any Ravens fan who wants to honor the team’s incredible journey from 1996 to 2025. A true collector’s item for Baltimore football supporters.

5. Official Owen Freeman Iowa Hawkeyes Basketball 90s Graphic Signature T-Shirt Title Idea: “Owen Freeman: Iowa Hawkeyes 90s Basketball Signature Shirt!” Description: Celebrate the legacy of Owen Freeman and Iowa Hawkeyes basketball with this 90s graphic signature shirt. A perfect tribute for fans who remember the golden era of Hawkeyes basketball, this shirt features a vintage-inspired design that’s perfect for showing off your team pride while honoring one of Iowa’s greats.

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Cookie Odyssey Chapter II: The Glorious Crème Republic

📚 There are surely no breaks in history being written here today… unfortunately, due to budgeting problems we lack a graphic for anything in Chapter 2 so far. But much like Chapter 1, you will need Odyssey Quills to advance the story in different scenes of the area, but THESE quills are exclusive to Chapter 2! That’s right, any quills you had in Chapter 1 after completing Day 5 will be converted to Crystals, where we’ll have a clean slate for the next chapter. Much like Chapter 1 again, you will complete relevant tasks to earn quills and other rewards on the side out of a set of 200, but you can only claim completion on 10 of these missions in a day.

🥐 This time around, there’s going to be a few battles tied into the story too! You don’t need more resources like Stamina Jellies or anything to do them, and you can skip them altogether once you’ve won that battle at least once! We need to establish that coordinate in time eventually! Complete Chapter 2 and those quills will also turn into Crystals!

But whether you’re there or not, you can always buy these new decorations under “The Republic’s Azure Streets” to make your kingdom in the image of the Republic! Two new Cookie House designs detailing the Azure Cupola Choco House and Mansion can also be bought with Crystals! Buy it once, that design is yours forever!

📚 Plus, its stylish design has absolutely no references to a similarly-azure staff elsewhere that someone found for no reason!

✨ I HEARD THAT!

New Costumes

🥐 Seven new costumes detailing Cookies on their days off are in the Costume Gacha to collect! You can either try pulling them using Rainbow Cubes, or buy the Epic ones using Rainbow Crystals at 100 each!

Pure Vanilla’s Pastel Blue

Red Velvet’s Cake Stylist

Espresso’s Classy Ceremonial Suit

Madeline’s Elegant Knight Vestments

Blackberry’s Inescapable Black

Werewolf’s Hype Beast Within

Beet’s Casual Hunter

A Report of One Fine Day Off

📚 Collect the “Pastel Blue”, “Cake Stylist”, and “Classy Ceremonial Suit” from the new set, as well as Cotton’s “Red Camellia” and Parfait’s “Feelin’ Blue & Pink” to complete this costume set and see what ol’ Chiffon has to tell us on his day off!

Balance Changes

🥐 Some of those outfits seemed to perk up the Cookies on their day off! Let’s see what happened:

*these changes are represented on the base Cookies without any toppings equipped

🍰 Red Velvet: Years with the Cake Hounds have improved his resilience, and with a bit of personal training, he can now use his “Crimson Hand” more frequently!

❤️⬆️ Base HP +4.76%

⏳⬇️ “Crimson Hand” Skill Cooldown: 20 -> 15 seconds

🐺 Werewolf: Much tougher and stronger than before under the full moon, Werewolf’s “Transformation” lasts much longer and can prove much more devastating!

🗡⬆️ Base ATK +13.04%

🛡⬆️ Base DEF +4.76%

❤️⬆️ Base HP +9.3%

🕰⬆️ Transformation Duration: 8 -> 10 seconds

💫➕ Added Stun Chance Per Attack while Transformed: +20%

🔥➕ Resistant to Interrupting Effects while Transformed

New Skill Description: Takes his wolf form, causing area damage. In the wolf form, Werewolf Cookie has increased HP and does more powerful, double-strike regular attacks. Targets hit by double strikes may be stunned.

👻 Blackberry: Years in pursuit of someone have improved her resolve, and now her “Ghost Servants” grant a more powerful Critical % buff!

🗡🛡❤️⬆️ Base ATK, DEF, & HP +4.76%

🔥⬆️ CRIT% Buff from “Ghost Servants”: 10% -> 20%

🕰⬆️ CRIT% Buff duration: 6 -> 8 seconds

🎯 Beet: She’s much tougher from a distance with her new sharpened beet-tipped bolts and additional target practice against weak spots, now allowing her to cripple her target with her “Hunter’s Sense” even more by hindering their healing!

🏹🛡❤️ Base ATK, DEF, & HP +4.76%

🏹➕ Healing Debuff from “Hunter’s Sense”: -50%

🏹🕰➕ Healing Debuff Duration: 5 seconds

New Skill Description: Shoots several bolts in a row at a target with the lowest HP. The bolt also casts a debuff reducing healing. Don’t mess with a hunter!

Other Improvements & Bug Fixes

🎯 Some things behind the scenes also got fixed, given a new look, or otherwise chased off the platform.

New Titles: Kingdom Arena

Unbreakable Shield

All-Conquering Blade

Arena Avenger

🎯 Critical hits now have a new graphic that show that an attack has effectively hit the mark.

An option was added to turn floating damage numbers on or off in Kingdom Arena and Friendly Battles.

Fixed problem where buff/debuff effects caused by other certain skills appeared unusually large when Werewolf Cookie would be hit while transformed

Text issue with Stamina Jellies in Affogato Cookie’s First Promotion package being displayed as Light of Resolution (that event has already ended) now properly displayed

Deception issue where levels of opposing Cookie teams in the Tower of Sweet Chaos would be displayed as the levels of Cookies placed in the player’s Hall of Ancient Heroes, now resolved

Fixed display issue with progress bar in Cookie Odyssey Chapter I advancing an unintended amount at a specific point

Notification issue where the ❗️ in Kingdom Affairs would not disappear is there was an empty space in the Hall of Ancient Heroes now fixed

Request issue where using the “Make All” button would fill the queue, including locked queue spaces, now fixed

Fixed an issue where the profile frame was not shown in the animation of receiving the profile image in Super Mayhem

An issue where Cookies would intermittently get stuck between placed decors was fixed

Deception issue where the displayed effects of the Beacon of Valor incorrectly displayed “All Cookies Level 70” in Cookie Alliance was fixed. Cookies will still be boosted to level 60 despite the level cap increasing to level 70.

Display issue on the Squishy Jelly Watch’s description that suggested the cooldown reduction was 25.4% at level 12 now displays the correct reduction percentage of 25%. All accounts created before June 14th can claim a compensation packet of 1,000 Crystals and 30 Treasure Tickets, and this will be in your mailbox for 7 days after delivery.

Coupon Codes

🎯 That is the end of this update log, but not the end of the rewards. A main event regarding Oyster Cookie is live and will be discussed soon. Enter the Coupon Code FOLLOWUSINEUROPE for 2,500 Crystals for free and CRKBEHINDNFUTURE for:

1,200 Radiant Shards

5,000 Crystals

1,500 Rainbow Cubes

10 Magic Cookie Cutters

30 Time Jumpers

130 Level 6 EXP Star Jellies

250,000 Coins

120 Topping Pieces

8 of each Aurora Item

[chemicalmongrel]

Anonymous asked: “anon love” anon approaches, gently wiping away the once-man’s tears. this too shall pass, dear stranger. you will find your heart’s desire (a good heart and its sister) 🌼 (i did not expect that kind of reply and am now deceased. thank you.)

Fur bristles as the beast's scarred flesh twitches at the unwanted touch. Its tail stilled and the weight of an immense frame brought it onto its side. Acrid sludge continues to bleed from its eyes as it bored holes into the floor with absentminded scrutiny. Splitting pain stabbed into its head, hewing its skull and screaming into it the axe wound until the drum of war beat its temples. Blue and pink, they sat together with legs hugged to chests and bruised cheeks and cut lips. Pink wore bloodied badges upon scabbed knuckles. Blue tinkered with a tin can decorated with screws, knives, bolts and freeform crayon patterns. They were smiles and hugs and laughter, just like goggles and lockpick. Four--four children, four bouquets scattered to pieces about the beast. B R O K E N!

Warwick's ear twitched and angled to the side, both standing at attention. A voice spoke, hushed and grating. Fork scribbled against porcelain. Heart's desire. Pink's desire--protect blue, goggles and lockpick. A good heart, a good colour. Either paw tenses as the caustic ooze filtered throughout its body flowed into the brazen gauntlet stitched into its arm. A thousand-thousand biting gnats snap at the monster's flesh--an itch nothing could scratch. Scratches mar another's arm, pink flesh made white from deeds gone. Pink without blue, without goggles and lockpick. Where are they? W H E R E A R E T H E Y!

The floor shakes as both paws come crashing down upon stained floorboards. Wood threatens to give way to inhuman strength, groaning undercurrent to the whirring chamber embedded in its back. Petals and stems are crushed Goggles and lockpick, puddles of scarlet blooming from debris. Pink lays beneath metal--monsters loom in the smog, directed by a figure. The figure. The eye. O N E G L I T T E R I N G E Y E!

Liquid FIRE fills its veins! A madman's plunger splits muscle and pierces bone! Its world is RED and ORANGE and ANGER and PAIN!! The eye wants pink! Wants blue! Took goggles and lockpick! Can't save them all--have to save them! I T H U R T S!!

"LET ME FORGET!"

A treetrunk swung out from the MONSTER, slamming into the person and throwing them clear. MEANINGLESS NOISE! PAIN! PAIN! Fight through it! Fight for blue! Fight for pink! Follow the scent, find the EYE! The BEAST turns to the nearest window and throws itself through the shattered remnants of glass. Dulled blades DIG into hide! Splintered wood explodes from window sill as the BEAST disappears into the smoggy night.

[chemicalmongrel]

Anon bursts into a million petals upon being struck, heartbreaking at the sight of the wolf-man’s utter anguish. it was not her place - nor within her power - to speak his truth - any truth - into being. as much as it hurt, his peace would come in due time. All would be made right. it had to. (thanks again for humouring me! you’re a fantastic writer ✨🌻✨)

Pink and blue! Find them! FIND THEM!! Shingles and stone and metal quaked beneath the fervent stride of inhuman limbs, claws RENDING through it all like paper. Caustic ooze trailed behind a blurred, furred projectile and ate through fabric and stone alike. GRINDING teeth and RAGGED breathing vied for dominance over the sharp whistle of air whipping past a colossal frame. And yet those who heard, who witnessed the MONSTER race across smog-choked rooftops, ploughed into brazen pipes and careened through winding alleyways could do nought. Howler. A haunting word to die upon chapped lips. And with it, a silent prayer offered to statuesque bluebirds--let not the chimeric nightmare discover them. How apt an epithet for the BEAST. It loosed a HOWL and shook the very city with its fury!

Razor claws scrapped across the shingles of rooves, CRACKING clay and GOUGING metal alike. A fork and knife against polished porcelain. Acrid bitter pennies fill its mouth as it scrabbles across rooftops, burnt copper and the stench of the unwashed masses in its nostrils. Thoroughfares where the clinking of cogs and deafening foot traffic threaten to spill out into toxic puddle-strewn tributaries. Chemtech and metal prosthetics chafe its ears worse than anything else--they REEK of blood, of suffering! And the liquid FIRE coursing through its veins boiled its skin! WHERE ARE THEY! He needed to find pink and blue, nothing else mattered! Women SHRIEK and men HOLLER out to one another as ankle-high snipes and sump-sucking RATS scatter. The darkness cannot hide the incandescent glow of burning coal, cannot muffle the scrapping of glass against metal and heavy impacts of a living NIGHTMARE. There was nothing left to save, nothing but prey in a city of PAIN and HATE! The man has never SCREAMED so loud! FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FI- Stop screaming!

Metal screeches and a colossal weight dent a building's backside, jarring the beast for a moment. A divot has been left in one of several buildings forming a thin funnel of an alley. It stunk worse than the sumps. Salted brine mingled with caustic chemicals, overapplied cheap cologne and oily, unkempt hair. Yet everything paled compared to the group of chem-punks loitering in the sharp corner delineating the end of the alley's straightaway. Oil and fumes and stale alcohol. Rusted joints and corroded limbs. Wispy puffs of technicolor smog drift from modified exo-filters hanging from their necks. Stale shimmerwine stained breath. They threw bewildered looks down the alley before the beast rattled the dingy backstreet with its RAGE! Blades glinting in the light and sludge-filled sidearms are pulled in a scrambled hurry, drawn toward the rampaging BULL stampeding toward them. Hiccuping burps belch from the pilfered firearms in a humid staccato, each streaking across metal and mortar with their aim to burn holes through chimeric hide. Less than half of which struck true. Fewer still managed to peel away flesh and eat into the bulging muscle composing the MONSTER'S frame. All of them, however, brought MURDER in its heart. The CHAMBER drove HATE into its veins! Bone and sinew BUCKLED while its GAUNTLETS and TUBES blistered its skin. It drove forward at a fevered pace, SCATTERING the runts with an impact they were too inebriated to react to. Were they screaming before the sickening impact of pulverized bones and ruptured organs? Had they tried scrambling out of the way when it was obvious they were glaring down the business end of a runaway train? DOESN'T MATTER! BLADES, TEETH, and CRIMSON paint the world in mono hues while a symphony of AGONY and fear filters the world through Chiroptera ears. They beg and beg while footfalls echo from the side. Cowards run! Cowards hide! They'd die SCREAMING like the rest! The BEAST felt something push against its snapping jaws, kick at its stomach and whinge with the scrape of a ruptured lung. It reared back, DUG its claws into the chest, and SLAMMED the soon-to-be cadaver into the wall. Again and again! Until PULP was all that remained! Metal creaked and groaned until something gave way. And with a cacophonous SCREECH, the wall tore like an ulcer through stomach lining. Then the BEAST stood partway in an empty warehouse sitting near the waterfront. An open floorplan made dark from past tragedies. Scorched earth. A vacant lot. Pink and blue nowhere to be found. The pain throbbed and beat against the BEAST'S temples. There was nothing here to find, nothing but jumbled memories screaming in the dark of a dimmed mind. Voices fading away into the wind. Muddied by the distant holler of overgrown sump rats skittering away from their predator.

Nothing left--the world had moved beyond him. The man sunk back into the dark.

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"Hhhrrrrr", made Jinx and nervousness and pain twisted up her stomach. Her anxiety needled at her and the static in her head grew with each passing minute. Mylo and Claggor were lingering just out of sight like two jaguars, ready to pounce upon an unexpecting stag. Her hand trembled and Jinx slowly pulled it backwards, moving the trigger inch by inch. Pow-Pow's barrels were starting to rotate, however, no shot was being fired yet. "Where?", asked Jinx, feeling the words press their way through her teeth like her whole subconsciousness was desperately trying to stop her from questioning this development, "Where did you see me, wolf?"

Blue. She was right here and blue, bluer than she was before. But who was she? Blue. She was blue and indigo and violet and bruised and alone. Why was she alone? Strong, stronger than she knew but she shouldn't be alone. Not yet. Not in this town where blood flowed free. BE QUIET!! Words and scenes rebounded in the beast's head while the man spiraled. It was a hornet's nest. All buzzing and fleeting and stinging and pain. Enough to make the beast sick of the little man's snivelling little voice! Pink! No matter what, she would never leave blue to fend for herself! Never in a hundred years, a million years! SHUT UP!! No, there will be no peace until the man had an answer!

"...where is Pink?..." The words just fell from its lips, voice ragged and croaking from disuse. "...where..." Despite the whirring of the chamber and the spinning barrels threatening to air the lupine creature out, it took a step forward. Something made threatening by its size. Yet the way its tail hung limp and fur smoothed across its body, ears angled back. It made to reach out with its hand, the one in which metal and flesh melded together.

But it stopped, face spasming as the anguish burbled to the surface.

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"Your sister is gone. You know that as well as I do." She had been able to remove most of the debris from Warwick's body, thus allowing the wolf to get on his feet easier, when the large beast spoke again. Jinx stopped digging, holding a chunk of debris in her arms, and listened as the gargled voice revealed a probable place to hide A tavern at the edges of the swamp level. Not The Last Drop as the Lanes were located in the entresol level and for lack of a better word almost the heart of the Undercity. "I think I know where that place is you are talking about. Come on, Wolf. Let's go."

Thunder and rain. You could count the number of natural phenomena the undercity got to experience on one hand. Sometimes on just three fingers, depending on how deep you go. But that did not preclude Zaunites from the joys of experiencing the byproducts of abysmal weather topside. And as the wind from above howled its way down through the spires, alleys, pnuema-tubes, pipes and vent stacks, water begins to pour in from the runoff drains spread all throughout. In time, it would become a deluge that flooded the Sumps. In time, the staccato of an angry god would force factories to shutdown lest they risk incurring the volatile anger of chemtech. In time, everything would become a hazy mist amid the drizzling rain. Just another day in Zaun.

To describe the trek down through Zaun, toward the golden disc, with any pleasant word would be a lie. Droplets of water plummeted all around the unlikely pair in a steady crescendo. It worsened the visibility of an already abysmal day of Gray. Making the already stagnant, penny-laden air muggy and humid. But the ambient ether was chilly compared to the gouts of steam pouring from the beast's shoulders. While dragging him through the thoroughfares, alleys and abandoned courtyards, the machinery threaded throughout his body vented excess heat into the air. It billowed out from eso-philtre vents. protruding from his shoulders. Bulky, glaring augments that huff and puff with each belabored breath--not dissimilar from the augmetics seen on overwrought chempunks. Although the steam was far more tolerable than the pulped viscera trailing behind them. Especially when squirming intestines, desperate to coil back up into the reforming torso of the beast, caught on something. But blue pushed on, Jinx carried a weight Powder may well have crumpled under--one far greater than even a chempunk could. After a time, the meager livings of lower Entresol gave way to the pauper's half-life in the Sumps. You could tell when you were getting close to the heart of old Zaun when the air curdled. Becoming thick and chunky, something you had to chew to make breathable. Where the Gray was thickest, pooling along the toxic runoff like a fogbank and hiding all manner of awfulness. Or when the streets became crowded, worn down or poorly constructed. Down here was where the truth of Zaun came out in force. Everything was for sale, and everything was stolen--heavy and unsightly augments kept adults from dying while snipes lurked in the shadows of alleys. This was where you went to when the city decided to spit you out. Were it not for Jinx's own reputation and the monster she lugged with her, the paupers and chempunks and runny-nosed snipes might well have pegged her for a mark. But Zaunites always knew their own when they saw them. And tucked away in one of the many rundown ghettos people, for some reason, kept clinging onto was a hint of gold.

Warwick's ear flicked at the sound of glass crunched underfoot and brick kicked aside--some amount of life was coming back to the wolf. Hidden away in a forgotten corner of the neighborhood was a building large enough to be consider a tavern. Perhaps an inn, once? Someplace for sump-scrapers and thugs to hang up their boots for a spell, find a bite to eat and partake of the rotten swill Zaun called alcohol. Except it was a pale imitation of The Last Drop, likely even before it had been turned inside out. A sign with half its letters worn off hung over the ruin of the front door, what few bolts keeping it in place threatening to give way. They read, T-e Su- D--c on the backdrop of what once was a glorious sun. And the contents of the building people had not seen fit to pilfer laid sprawled out afore it like a moth-tattered, mildewed pool of vomit. Inside faired little better. It resembled the platonic ideal of a common room for a tavern or an inn. Full of ruined furniture, a cracked bartender's area in the middle and shattered glass from broken windows above. Letting the rain and the wind in, dripping onto the stone floor. Producing a whistling sound from how it curled along the second floor railing. Something someone had hoped to one day make into what they envisioned an open place full of smiling faces would look like. The only thing left of a time when the fireplaces at either corner of the first floor were lit was a broken sun decoration dangling from cables overhead.

The man smelled the air, sniffing weakly. Where was the bacon and grease? Or the slightly stale beer poured from a recycled cask? It all felt empty, cold. Alone. He was home.

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"Hey, it's alright, Wolf", Jinx whispered, stumbling over her own words; not knowing what to say, she fell into the mantra, Silco would tell her whenever she lost herself in her own head, "It's not your fault. You are not in the bad place anymore. You are here with me. You are safe. Everything is going to be fine. You'll be fine. I'm not dead, Wolf. See?" The Loose Canon sniffled softly as her tank top slipped to a side, revealing a bad scar parting the skin on her right shoulder. "Despite everything, I am not dead. I'm fine. So no need to worry." Above them, the air carried the smell of approaching rain and thick clouds robbed Zaun of the last few rays of sunshine, which may have fought their way down the dingy streets. The low grumbling of thunder and the wind, thugging at Jinx's braids, promised a storm to come. The Loose Canon peered up at the clouds in wary mistrust. Turning back towards Vander, Jinx said: "We need to get you out of the rubble before the rain hits. Do you have any shelter?"

There wasn't any strength left in the chimera's body to lash out at the pain that shot through his shoulder. He could barely even register it. Like a needle lost amid a haystack, the pain was all encompassing. More so than ever before. Yet the image of blue pouring strength that belied her knobby body, all knees and elbows, was forever burned in Warwick's head. So much was different. All of it wrong in ways the man might have struggled with had he all his faculties about him. Then the scene shifted and he felt his head resting against someone's lap. Had he not tapped someone's cheek? When was that, did it happen? All the thoughts in his head were trickling out of the fissure splitting the back of his head. His eyes lolled about until coming to rest upon Jinx (Blue? Powder? Who?), wincing from the blood and grime caked into her face.

Angling back and forth, Warwick's ears chased after blue's voice as it skittered up and down the debris. It was distant yet close. Echoing down the way yet resonating right up against his eardrums. Something that made less and less sense the longer his splintered mind tried to focus on it. He was dying, again. It was a familiar sensation given how many times he, man and beast, had since the madman discarded his broken body. Watching glimpses of sump rats skittering through the bar after hours, jumping up on the tables and knocking over glasses. Heedless to how long it took to clean it after. Seeing fleeting hints of white fur, cloven feet and a massive wolf trailing after the white. All mingled together until it became impossible to tell what was, what is and what wasn't. How pathetic he was. To die in pink's arms, now to die in blue's arms.

Droplets of brackish rain pattered down from on high, slipping from rooftops and gutters and the everpresent smog blanketing Zaun. It was refreshing. It was damning. It was everything a sad, lonely boy bereft of his mother had hoped to see when he looked up toward the absent skyline. Her face, too, faded into the flame. The scar biting into blue's shoulder brought the man back to the forefront, out of the fuzzy reveries of nothing. Even as drops of water started to pool into the crevices of his eyes, even when her words were muted and indistinct. The scar was an island amid the growing hot-cold of his body. It seemed otherwordly against her pale, grimy skin. Like an ugly crag that splits the lip of a cliff, it dips in and turns the pale to an even paler hue. Scar tissue and something else... was there something else? When did she get it? Where did blue wander to find it? For a moment, the crack of thunder scared off the lamb and her hunting dog. Its jagged light would never be seen from so far down. But the tremor of its thunder could be felt from anywhere in Zaun. In how it shook the filling of your teeth, leaving a burnt copper taste against your tongue. And filling your ears with the rattle of hollow pipes. One of Warwick's eyes went cold and dim, but the other still burned with the same pitiful fire as before.

Shelter? A home? The words itched at several parts of his head, made the beast keen and the man remember sights and sounds and smells. Frothy mugs and soft music joined with the occasional boisterous laugh while pool cues clack away. His hands are always busy with something, the cotton of a cloth or the smooth chill of a spigot. Whiffs of smoke mingled with the soupy quality of the undercity air, but the whine (was it meant to be making that noise?) of that expensive exo-philtrator unit he managed to get installed meant it would always be breathable. How could you describe a home in words comprehensible to anyone who hasn't lived in it? Especially when it wasn't yours anymore. But it wasn't the only place. He remembered the scent of oil a few days from expiring as it popped in a pan from the crystal burner stovetop. Soupier air a bit heavier with the Gray than usual. Something you could taste, all gritty and caustic. Made all the worse by how it sat in your lungs, festering in the humidity and sweltering heat, with spoiled lavender. Yet the colors were brighter than outside. And there was a promise of bacon (what passed for it) and sausage and stewed mushrooms. Was this home? He couldn't remember, but a small part of the man knew the latter still existed while the former was a bitter scab for blue, pink and green.

"...gold..." he wheezed "...'ear the sump... border wit'... entresol... a small div' wit'... gold disc fer a... sign..." Then his head slumped back, his one good eye dimming out of consciousness.

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"Y-you aren't dead", Jinx whispered as she cautiously stepped closer towards the wolf, "Wow. That's impressive." She hadn't tried to kill him of course, but it still astonished her. Normally people didn't survive her explosions. Normally, loved ones didn't survive it when she jinxed everything. "Murderer." Her head shook low as she tried to ignore Mylo's accusation. It was not an accusation; it was the truth. Jinx placed her hand on the metal rod and said: "I am going to pull this out of you, Wolf, if you don't lunge at me. And by the way, my name is Jinx. What's yours? It's clearly not... Well, I don't think I can call you who you used to be, Wolf."

Moments before the WRETCHED gun with O N E E Y E hefted against blue's shoulder snapped at the BEAST, everything ground to a stop. The world got caught up in a picture frame. One you could put your hand through, feel around and mess with what it depicted. But only for it all to snap back into position. A moment to ponder, frozen in time. Voices layered atop one another until garbled memories jumbled into a Gordion Knot. Goggles and lockpicks and scabbed knuckles and symbol monkies. Jokes and jabs traded over a store counter. A man held beneath the Pilt, blood clouding already caustic waters. Years of promises shattered in a single night. He thought of the wordless promise he made the bodies lying on the bridge, scarlet pooling around them. Of the word he gave to two scared little girls, lost twisting in the wind. An oath of blood shared between brothers. Names and faces fading in the flames. It was happening again, only now he didn't have the excuse of leather strips biting into his extremities. Binding him down. Leaving him helpless to fight for those he took so much from already. QUIET.. A failure through and through- Heroes always die... ...I have never been better than this... This ignominious end seemed only fitting.

Despite itself, the BEAST bellowed with white-hot anguish clawing at its throat--one that shone through the missile's shout. Fire licked up its matted hide with the feverish appetite of a scampering sump rat. Oranges and yellows and reds mingled with crimson and phlegm-flecked chemicals. It CHARRED its flesh and SCOURED dark blue fur until it better resembled charcoal. Feeling like the hellish spawn between a first-degree burn and a heat rash. And then came the force of a HUNDRED hammers against its body. Bone and flesh RUPTURED, old scars splitting at the seams and weeping caustic ichor. Every limb cried out. It JOLTED back. The air sucked down its throat felt hot, tasted of rotten pennies and rancid mucus that threatened to POP its lungs. Burning shrapnel peppered the roof, ricocheting off shattered slate and riddling the MONSTER'S body. Some piercing clean-through. Others getting embedded like wasp stingers or coming to rest within the jagged canals burrowed into its MEAT! Worse still was how quick its body tried to mend itself. Like an overeager seamstress looking to claw out some recognition so she might have the means to start her own business. Its flesh writhed around where air ran razors over its body. Trying to knit itself back together, force SPLINTERED bone back into a cohesive shape. Despite it all, though, Warwick never took its eyes off blue. Was there a glimmer of a man in those eyes? A ghost of a man who always handed her a bucket of scrap metal, screws and oil crayons when he saw a burst of inspiration flash in her eyes? Something sad and angry, disappointed? Bitter, griefstricken? Who could say, really? The roof gave way.

At least a ton of stone, metal and burning wood was sent careening toward the crossroads below. Like a landslide without any incline to tumble down. Missing a walkway entirely and slipping down past several layers of Zaun. Punching a hole through the Gray. Leaving dust and detritus drifting in its wake. Swallowing the MONSTER in a dense, cloying cloud. Falling in the same manner Jinx had when, for the first time, her machinery worked. Only Warwick had no time to ponder before a heavy dose of reality shattered his spine and unzipped his backside like an overstuffed sausage. Then the rest of the debris came tumbling onto him, SMASHING his limbs and RUPTURING his body. Driving rebar and sections of pipe through his guts. Saddling the BEAST with punctured lungs and viscera turned to speckled jelly. So when she, Jinx, came upon the handiwork of her inventions--describing the pitiful sight before her as anything more than a dog that forgot how to die was generosity personified.

Whatever was left of the beast incited by the chambers and plungers had lost the strength to give blue the time of day. Having its very life spread out from under the rock and metal crushing its body would do that. Ichor and chemicals oozed from Warwick's split, ruined lips. Something important had broken inside his body. Despite that, whatever kept him going could be seen trying to put his body back together. When she spoke, his one good ear flicked before the eye that hadn't been smashed and starting to ooze out the sides drifted to attention. It was no longer crimson, nor was it a mucus green. It was a weak, pale blue.

He saw her face and felt his head pinch, trying to sift through the jumbled mess of its psyche. Searching for anything substantial. Anything to grab onto. Warwick barely even felt the rod lodged in his shoulder get removed. All he could do was muster the will to raise his ruined arm not pinned beneath rock and metal toward blue, toward Jinx, toward Powder. A name--if nothing else, a name would do. He remembered tapping her cheek with two knuckles when she was pouting. Whenever she had a fight with her sister, with pink. She always came to the same stool at the bar, face downcast and eyes puffy. Then he took out her cup, a jug of juice, filled it to the brim in front of her before then tapping two knuckles on her cheek to get her attention. So he did just that. Reached out to her face, straining his arm, before tapping her cheek. "...am sorry..." he croaked. "...'m fault..."

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Vi hadn't been able to accept that Jinx had changed. The Loose Canon was not going to make that same mistake when it came to the wolf. Vander was no longer Vander. He was someone new, someone more dangerous, someone monstrous. There was something comforting about that fact really! Simply because it confirmed everything, Silco had taught her years ago. Monsters survived. People succumbed. Finally, Jinx reached a very narrow street. Between the two house walls were a few balustrades and staircases, which created a strange and hard-to-recognise web. Jinx landed back on the ground and hoisted Fishbones off her back, propping him on her shoulders. Fingers looped around the trigger and she directed the shark's nose upwards, ready to fire. "Here, wolfy-wolf."

It was every NIGHTMARE the man could ever conceive made manifest right before his very eyes. Something that dwelled in the darkest corner of his heart. Tormenting his FRACTURED mind. Always shattering whatever semblance of normal he thought to have scrapped up from the floor he was left battered and BROKEN against. Chasing down blue. But the liquid FIRE scalding the BEAST from the inside out left nothing sacred. Not when the world was bathed in RED! Tainted by a MADMAN! Until there is nothing left but SHOUTING and SCREAMING!! Dont hurt her! BLOOD!! Don't hunt blue! BROKEN!! Please, listen, stop! NOTHING LEFT!! Every thought he had, it had, was stained by the chemicals and the madman with his wretched knives and foul tinctures. Both voices warped at the edges. Started to blend into a single screeching cacophony. Leaving its ears flicked back, pelt bristled and lips drawn back so its crushing teeth might taste the rancid air. Whatever lucidity Warwick, the BEAST might have had, it was drowned in the chemicals pooling into its lungs, heart and skull.

The chambers protruding from the MONSTER'S backside plunged in, slow and certain, while the arrow-tipped plunger burrowed into its MEAT. Like a drill scouring the land for oil. Clouding the sky with discarded detris. It fills it with FIRE and HATE until its body glowed a bright orange-red and felt ready to snap like a coil wound too tight. Steam drifted up off its body, gouts of smoke belching from the philtres in its shoulders, tendrils of smoke trailing from the corners of its lips and nostrils. Rotten BLOOD sprays across the cobble and metal, sizzling chemicals pockmarking both while bladed claws erupt from their MEAT casings. Until they are razor swords that burned with the intensity of a wildfire, one that RAGED throughout its body and produced a vivid orange glow. One that rivaled the sun so often hidden from the city below. Like a warning light cueing in passersby of the danger a moment too late. An echoing crack! resounded from the alley before a deafening ROAR startled the already panicked crowd a blue-haired woman tore through.

The scent of BLOOD trailed off out of the alley and into the crowd, so the BEAST gave chase! Kept low to the ground like a bull exposed to red, the MONSTER leaped out of the alley and barreled through crowds of gawkers. Leaving behind burning tracks with every thunderous stride. Scouring the rock and metal. Men and women were sent flying. Each screaming, shouting warnings to those caught in the way of a runaway train. But the pigtails twisting and flailing behind a blurred woman hopped up on her own BLOOD was the only thing the creature cared to keep its blazing eyes anchored onto. She VANISHED! Where did she go? BLUE!! Its eyes darted here and there before an ear snapped to attention, angling every which way at the sound of worn heels hitting slate. That's when it dug into the ground beneath, skidding to a halt and leaving a series of deep gouges across the thoroughfare. Craned its neck and sprung up with all the grace of cargo freight propelled by a canon. Before IMPACTING the roof, shattering slate and slapping whoever owned the building with a hefty repair bill in the future.

It turned every which way, searching for BLUE yet felt every hair on its body stand on end. Then it saw why. O N E E Y E Either arm rose up to shield itself from the grinning maniac resting in her hands while the chambers ground away in its backside.

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"Vi's on the other side of the river", Jinx revealed and venom dripped from each word, "She's in a big cosy house with a big cosy girlfriend. She left me...again. She chose that blasted sister thief over me. But it's fine." An angry chuckle left her lips. "It's fine. I am fine! I got Fishbones. I need no one else."

Jinx reached up with her hand and softly patted against the shark rocket launcher's snout. The Loose Canon had turned her head a bit to be able to properly look into dark blue glowing eyes, sharp, jagged teeth and the gash, parting one of the shark's eyes. He looked so much like him. But that had been intentional. After all, Fishbones had been meant as a gift for him. Just like the pepperbox was in some ways, once she had worked out all the kinks. After all, why else give the weapon seven barrels?

Was any of this even real? The thought echoed in his head until it was all the man could think about. Like something out of a radio talkshow. One where the host kept drilling the guest with the same confounded question, again and again. Yet no amount of deflecting could clue the witless bastard in on the room's atmosphere. JUST READ THE ROOM!! It was made all the worse by the fact that there was no air conditioning. Just a muggy, humid sort of heat. Something you could only get when too much polluted air congregated in one place. Thus all the irksome scents rife in the air were magnified. BLOOD!! No! Stay focused, don't hurt blue! Don't lose control, stay in the now! Warwick felt the chill touch of metal pressed up to his chest and recoiled as if struck. His chest was rising and falling in rapid motion. It was difficult to breathe. He felt something trying to claw its way out of his throat. But he stuffed it back down until it burned his heart, focusing on what was afore him. Yet he could feel himself tittering on a razor edge--emphasized by how the chambers in his back whirred.

He looked to blue and saw her face soften, tension draining from her every muscle. Her scent shifted from predator to something else. Something old. Something new. There was a new face beneath that blue and it had a hardset jaw that had seen a hundred fresh horrors it never ought to have endured. But it was also the same, shaped different now, but still had all the hallmarks of an energetic little girl who needed a cup of juice when things didn't go how she wanted. STOP!! Icy needles pressed into the recesses of his cranium, cracking the bone and rearranging the gray matter. His thoughts were all over the place. Scenes and places from a lifetime ago flittered by. Then blue said a name and the needles became white hot. PAIN... NOTHING!! Vander Vander Vander Vander VandervandERvaNDErVAnD- Quiet! Emotions ran rampant and it showed in the caustic sludge burbling in the chambers and tubing. From green to blue to violet to black to crimson and back again. It was a phenomenon seen in his eyes, too, dancing down that same gradient. What did he do, what did he not do? All PAIN and scalpels and shimmer-poisoned food forced down your throat through a tube. Keep EATING until you become big and strong, an efficient MONSTER. Just like you always have been! But then you just vomit BLOOD and feel your bones cracking! He was brought out from the spiral by another touch, warmer, sticky. Something he recoiled from again. Only now the grinding of his chambers became deafening in his ears. His blood raced at the irresistible scent of blood. Could feel his heart hammer away and his breathing worsen, could feel how the ooze in his veins grew hotter by the moment. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth but he held on, ground his teeth to dust and clamped onto his own tongue until he tasted iron.

"...other side? What..." its voice faltered toward the end. Sister stealer? Shacked up with a well-heeled Piltie? There was something interwoven with the name and how blue said it. How she spoke of pink. It was everything but what the faint recollection the man still retained said it was. Like reaching out and taking a bundle of thread, only to find they're frayed and tied off to wildly different sections of a tapestry. One you had no hand in making. One you had been cut out of by the hands of another. His eyes trailed across blue's face--what was her name?--until drifting to the item she tapped with a hand. Then his eyes and the sludge threatening to scald him from the inside out turned a black-mottled crimson. Jagged teeth and a crooked smile. Face offset and attention brought to an eye that was hewn. It glittered. Stared him down, glaring a crooked sneer. O N E G L I T T E R I N G E Y E!

Liquid FIRE fills its veins! A madman's plunger splits muscle and pierces bone! Its world is RED and ORANGE and ANGER and PAIN!! But the man held the beast off, even as its entire body recoiled and tensed enough to make its bones creak from the effort. "NO... SCREAMS-- RUN!!"