Masculine
28
October 19
Slateport City
Bisexual
N/A
N/A
Just keep running. It's what you do best, isn't it?
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Adrian Malcolm
just deserts [m]
POSTED ON Jan 26, 2022 16:15:23 GMT
Adrian would've agreed, if not for— "Pfffft!" Water sputters out of his mouth when he realizes a Sandaconda is spitting sand from its burrow, instinctually clambering back against a wall and activating his eyes to see if he can't make out its physical form. Still coiled, it ejects sand hoping to deter them from staying. They can only bet on its passivity for so long. There's a fuckin' storm out there, not that the Sandaconda would afford them the consideration, being a wild thing. This was going to go one of two ways... "Starmie," Adrian begins, but the Sandaconda will have none of it. Its body lunges forwards towards him, wreathing its coils around him before any verbose command can be given, its muscles constricting. TIGHT—! Fingers scramble to try and claw at the serpent's hide, though his digits roll off its sleek hide, struggling to gain any purchase. But for a mercy, he is able to maintain contact for an extended period of time. Provoked by an intense fight or flight response, Adrian's aura begins leeching the Sandaconda's own, whittling away at its lifeblood... The sensation of infinity energy is intoxicating.For what seemed like an eternity Adrian couldn't breath, his skin turning red from the sheer strain, but as the vise grip on him weakened and the blood came coursing and left him lightheaded but very much alive, he came to. In needy, gasping breaths he caught his second wind, stifled only by the weight of the limp cadaver strewn over him. Awash with mixed feelings of euphoria and malaise, he likens the experience to some of his worst trips. "...Fuck!"Adrian felt awful all over, and worse yet he was wrapped up in a dead snake whose life he'd just hard lined. A hand raises to his forehead, fingers running over the clammy veneer of sweat into greasy streaks of stygian. I'm fine. Martín del Mar
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