THE 25th CENTURY RAPTORESS
Nalor's Fall 6 : Lord Of Fire
At the same time, he decided to let them be ABLE to speak and reluctantly unfroze their snouts. "Now then... what do you have to say?" he smiled evilly and contently.
Mth'nian growled, which turned to a whimper as Seth snatched his snout, firey eyes bruning into his, and dug silver claws into Mth'nian's jaw, drawing clear mercury liquid. "Well?" Seth repeated.
Mat'jara stared from where he was, inwardly screaming. This was going from bad to worse way too quickly. There had to be a way to get away. They'd always managed to so far. Spanning six dimensions of ability to move was pretty much... where the heck did this god live?!
As if sensing this, Seth slid over to him. "Does it feel paticularily nice to be a traitor?" he smirked, not at all looking angry. But hat could all be a fraud as far as Matt knew. He bit back a whimper.
Seth frowned. The traitor didn't actually know it, so why be unneccessarily mean and waste time? Snorting, he returned his attention to Mth'nian, burning his gaze into the back of his skull, relentlessly toying with his mind, even though silence slowly settled.
Mat'jara closed his eyes and slowly melted through the dimensional ice, having found it's core. He melted through it, but remained motionless, running his gaze over the blue shape of Seth, waiting for a good moment to launch an attack.
Just...
Now...
His muscles twitched for a quick second before a pain so sharp it nearly knocked him unconscious flashed through each fibre of his body. He howled and collapsed on the ground, twitching much like a squashed bug, sparks sizzling over his shape.
Seth snorted but did not give him the honour of even wasting a gaze in his direction. ~I thought you wouldn't be this stupid after all this time...~ a voice boomed in Mat'jara's mind. He cringed even as he gathered himself enough to stagger up.
As soon as his belly left the cool ground another wave of pain hit him hard. A moment, he could feel it have substance, a creature, not just some spell, a living creature that wrapped itself around him like a lightning-quick snake. It snaked up further, to around his neck.
His breath wasn't allowed to pass no more. Frantically Matt clawed where the invisible and bodiless creature sat, choking him. Drawing blood by his own claws.
"Matt!" Mth'nian yelled out, eyes wide. "MATT!"
It was a faint voice. Someone WAS calling his name. Some stranger. Whoever it was, life was more important. Claw, claw, claw... oh, beast, DIE!
The world turned slow crimson. His lungs burned and so did his neck. In the end, he wasn't sure what was killing him... lack of air or loss of blood. The crimson that splattered his vision, like a deadly veil, slowly darkened.
Seth finally gazed over to the writhing shape, smirking a bit, then sneering.
Impossibly bright... those eyes were impossibly bright.
Mat'jara screamed.
The sound choked off.
*
Zalkava blinked. "Wha...?"
"I asked where you are from." Rth'serat tilted his head.
"I... somewhere." she muttered, clawing the ground a bit. It would not leave her. She had heard that name before. Somewhere. It was too familiar, but not familiar enough!
She inwardly winced, cortorting her face involuntarily and giving her mental position away.
"Something wrong?" Katyrrinha blinked at her, shoving her silver snout between that of Rth'serat and Zalava to gaze at the aquapyre's eyes.
"Seth... does he... have other names?"
"Yes, of course. Though why'd you want to call him Lord Of Fire or PyreHeart?" Rth'serat snorted. "That's nearly too much honour. Monosyllabellic is enough in my eyes."
"Lord of... Fire..." Zalkava blinked. Wait. No. That couldn't just be. That was wrong. Just wrong. Impossible to be true, coincidence. If it was more than that, fate would have to be unbelivably cruel.
Both silver faces seemed deeply concerned.
She shook her snout, but as she stammered "I... I'm fine..." her voice cracked and she sobbed a note, then cried softly.
Katyrrinha nuzzled her. "Come now... hide yourself, save yourself."
IceSheath violently shook her head. "No." she said, after a moments hesitation. "I... NO!" she cried. "I know Seth from somewhere else." she finally explained to the puzzled expressions.
"From where?" Rth'serat's eyes widened. If what the albino said was true, that'd mean Seth might be stronger than they'd first thought.
"Lossos. That's... that's my homeworld." she nodded a bit, finally. No, coindidences never had occured in her life, and although there was always a first time, this was not it.
"What do you mean?" Katy blinked.
"He's not called Seth there, but it's him, I am sure." she shook her snout softly.
"Pardon?" Rth'serat tilted his snout, curious.
She paused, thinking over possibilities again. But there really weren't many. Within second she'd narrowed it down to her only true answer again. "On my world, they call him Kanus."