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Ashburn
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Ash fitfully tried to sleep, the pain making the task incredibly difficult. For two hours he lay immobile, fearing any motion would make the pain worse. Finally, at the end of the third hour, the pain dulled enough for Ash to fall asleep. The deep sleep engulfed his fatigued body, his whole being was dragged into the deepest sleep it had ever seen.

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Time jump 16 hours

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Ash's eyes fluttered open drowsily as he finally awoke. His back was still sore, but no more so than if he had been working out the day before. He couldn't help but wonder if it was a nightmare, because it seemed unreal that he would already have healed so much. The clock on the nightstand showed it to be a little past 9 AM, though his stomach already seemed to know. It was growling loudly at having not eaten for nearly 24 hours.

Lifting his head Ash looked at Eric with a smile and a blush.

'How did I ever get so lucky?' he thought to himself 'He looks so cute sleeping there.'

He loathed to disturb him, but he really was starving. The trauma from last night had exhausted his body and it needed food to recover. Ash slowly crawled off Eric, wincing as the scabs on his back cracked. He had not noticed yet but his wings had folded themselves neatly behind him, giving him an odd feathered hump. Taking a deep breath Ash stood on the floor beside the bed, and with a loud thump Ash hit the floor as his back protested the idea of standing.

Ash cussed loudly on the floor in Quebecois French, annoyed at his inability to stand.

Annoyed, sore, tired, starving, thirsty
Ashburn
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Ash gripped Eric's body tightly with his fingers, the pain of moving was almost as painful as having his back ripped open.

"Wings?" Ash asked as if the word had no meaning. The pain was already dieing down for him but his mind was barely able to process what was happening.

At the mention of cleaning up Ash's brain locked up. The thought of anything touching his back was intolerable.

"Le lit moins amour, le lit! (The bed my love, the bed)" Ash cried. His brain had resorted back to his mother language as it desperately tried to recover from the trauma of the ordeal. Ash clenched harder as he could feel the exit wounds burning, as the blood vessels sealed to stop the blood flow
Ashburn
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Ash beamed with happiness at his devoted lover "Ofcourse Eric. You shan't be left in the dark."

Ash rested his head next to Eric's, his body heat keeping him warm and comfortable. Despite the pain he managed to drift off to sleep, even though it was only afternoon. The fatigue of their bonding, and the transformation having taken their toll.

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Time jump 5 PM

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Sharp pain wrecked through Ash's body, sending convolutions as his whole body felt like it was on fire. Shrieking Ash felt as if his whole body were on fire. He desperately tried to move but only managed to roll off of Eric and fall hard onto the floor. Tears streaked down his face as the pain engulfed his body (and his link to Eric), leaving him writhing on the floor in what could only be described as agony. The pain in his back grew more intense, as a massive pressure built up inside of his skin. His skin stretching to the point it doubled in size!

"Eric!" Ash managed to cry out before the pain forced him to scream as his misery became more potent. The setting sun through the windows highlighted his horribly disfigured body, back swollen and the rest of him a contorted slayed mess on the floor. His cries grew louder as he felt his skin begin to tear open. Small fissures ripping across his back like a spider web. Unable to think the connection between him and Eric was fully open, exposing Eric to the wrath of Ash's torture.

The fissures became canyons as his whole back hemorrhaged blood onto the floor, coating the demon's back in red. Ash's desperate shrieks climaxed as the canyons ripped apart, all the skin from his back falling onto the floor in bloody heaps of demonic flesh. From Ash's back rose two large wings, their black feathers glistening in blood and sunlight. The massive structures easily had a span of 12 feet combined and arced gracefully, freed from their fleshy prison.

Ash's curled into a ball, sobbing from the pain involved with his skin being ripped off his living body, completely oblivious to the new appendages hanging about him. The black feathered wings looked hauntingly beautiful, blood dripping of their smooth glossy sides, the light of the setting sun making the blood glitter as it fell to the floor.
OK yay :)
@mugin I'm no lifeing to night if you're free
Ashburn
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"It's the tumors huh. Babe we gotta do something about them, I can't stand to see you in pain."

Ashburn winced as the movement stretched his tumors, clenching his teeth to avoid crying out. He leaned his head against Eric's taking comfort in his presence, and being so close to his lover. He sighed softly.

"Sweetie, this whole process is painful. I've been in pain for weeks now, just like you" He confessed softly into Eric's ear "This is just another part of the transformation. This isn't much worse than growing half a foot in a week."

Ash sighed again, catching his breath adding "You just didn't know how hard the transformation has been on me because we never had this connection until now. I was helping myself by helping you." Ash lifted his head to look Eric in the face, another tear running down his face from the pain getting worse "Babe, do not worry yourself over this. Just like the rest of this damn transformation this will pass and remedy its self. How about we just go to bed? I'll even sleep in here so you can keep an eye on me."

Ash smiled at the idea of sharing a bed with Eric, and honestly had suggested it partly because he wanted to sleep in here anyways. Ever since their connection had cemented the thought of being away from Eric, even if just across the apartment, was painful. He knew of course that this wouldn't entirely appease the giant upon who he lay, but he hoped that Ash being within inches of him for constant monitoring would at least sate his protective instinct.

Protected, loved, cared for, safe, severe pain (like back blown out pain), love for Eric
Ashburn
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Ash could feel Eric's sympathy and felt bad about about making him worry. The warm embrace of his arms was comforting and just exactly what he needed. He'd been trying to hide the pain from Eric but evidently he had failed.

'Don't worry babe. It's just those tumors on my back. They are hurting really badly' Ash spoke-thought 'Do not worry about me. I'm fine. You are the one suffering the most of us'

Ash closed his eyes as a tear of pain ran down his cheek. Even though it was unseen he knew Eric could tell through their connection. The pain on his back felt like his spine was being stood on by a heavy man, simultaneously stretching his skin and compressing the muscles underneath. It felt like the tumors were growing and running out of room under the tight skin. They had already grown big enough to cover his whole back, except for the spine in the middle dividing the two tumors from each other.
Ok :)

I should note that any child of a demon would be a demon. But still if he was a guy that doesn't like to be tied down it makes sense that he would not want a son at all. Especially since demons don't die he would be stuck with one forever.
That works for me. Just one last question, why was he disappointed?

Yay! I can totally incorporate that this into the RP. I also have plans for Ash's family.
Ashburn
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"Well he was always wealthy and never had money problems. My dad neither but I don't know anyways what is bothering you I can feel something nagging at my mind. You ok?"

Ashburn sighed into Eric's chest, one disadvantage to the whole mind connection thing was that secrets were not really possible.

'Well I was just thinking about my mysterious grandpa, if he deserves that title' Ash said through their link, his head voice sounding peeved 'He knocked up my grandma (something apparently hard to do fro a demon) and left his daughter and grandchild to die miserable deaths. I mean ya we were never poor, but a lot of our money went to keeping my mother and me alive. I'm not sure I ever want to meet this guy, but part of me wants him to explain himself'

Ash laughed weakly at how stupid he sounded. He was wishing for two irreconcilable things.

'Your family sounds like they might be a long lineage, and your dad was just a rebel (maybe marrying a human or something). But I'm some bastard who doesn't even know what the hell is going on, and the one person who can answer it is the one person I never want to meet.'

Sad, confused, tired, sore, pain, comforted by Eric's presence

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