(SOMEWHAT) ORIGINAL WORK 01
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sharknastyTitle: Feed
Pairing: OC/OC (Cervia/Ehkhis sort of)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Gross trolls being gross, blood
Being in a hive that isn't her own is making her jittery. To Cervia, this place is too high up, too far from water and simply not home at all. There are rocks instead of trees and there is open dry air instead of the muggy humidity she's used to. There's the matter of the lusus, who let her pass only after Ehkhis said that it was okay. It keeps staring and cocking it's head and being generally quirky, which is not something she's used to with a lusus as methodical, slow and suddenly violent as her own. Mostly it's the staring that bothers her. It's almost like Ehkhis', but missing all the curiosity and any emotion that isn't 'hurt my charge and I will eat your everything'.
She clenches a waterlogged journal with maps and information, directions to get to the hive she's standing in and reminders about who lives here and things about her. It is a somewhat medium-sized book devoted to what she knows about Ehkhis and why it's important. It's all marked 'Important due to friendship', with little purple circles around the things that she thinks are a priority not to forget. Small things like favorite colors and foods and what she thinks are the most interesting animals to sew together.
Cervia flips through the book nervously, eyes flicking this way and that, trying to memorize points for conversations. She's never done this before, talked to someone face to face in their own house. Am I panicking? she thinks, I am a terrible troll.
She reads and twitches periodically until she feels Ehkhis press against her back and press down on her shoulders before hopping up onto Cervia's back. Cervia drops her journal when she catches Ehkhis' legs, and lifts her passenger a little more until Ehkhis' thighs are balanced on her shoulders and her calves are hooked under her arms. The journal remains on the floor.
The entire spectacle looks ridiculous, but neither of them cares much. Cervia is already used to Ehkhis' need to perch on things and be higher up than other people. Ehkhis feels safe and Cervia feels like she's doing something meaningful. It's reinforced when Ehkhis starts petting her fringe and curling in close to press her face to Cervia's hair. "Hi. You took a long time getting up here," Ehkhis murmurs into her hair.
"You live high up," she says with a frown, "And there were some really mean birds."
Ehkhis rubs her face into Cervia's hair a little more, making soft churring noises as she uses her hands to smooth down the sides of Cervia's hair while she fluffs up the mohawk. "They're not bad." Cervia just huffs in response and crouches down to pick up her journal.
"Terrible," she mutters, spitting out a feather.
Ehkhis leans forward, wrapping her hands around Cervia's horns and gently tugs them to the right, causing Cervia to step in the direction of her jerking hands and through a doorway. "Let me show you my chimeras."
"That one is half-squirrel and half-owl," Ehkhis says with a tiny smile as they enter the room, pointing at one of the chimera on a particularly high shelf. It's all high ceilings and curved walls with shelves each foot or two. It looks kind of like the upside-down smoke stack rooms she keeps all her journals in, except the shelves are filled with animals. But it's not really right to call them animals. They're more like parts of animals stitched together to make taxidermist monstrosities.
Cervia tilts her head up carefully, peeking at it over hexagonal shades, and Ehkhis simply plucks the abomination off its shelf and holds it in front of her face. It looks dead, which is a given, but the eyes are dull and glassy and the beak is slightly open, like it's about to say something. It smells funny, like dust and embalming fluid and old fur and its glassy eyes make her want to pluck them out. Instead she pulls her face away from it and presses her head into Ehkhis' pelvis, careful to make sure her horns don't jab her in the chest. It's strange how she can spend her days covered in blood and muck and filth, and a small dead stitched together creature is what bothers her.
"It's, um, nice."
After looking back at Ehkhis for a moment, she carefully pats it on what she is pretty sure it the head, and attempts a smile. The smile is the careful practiced one of one who is used to shredding her lips and gums with her own teeth, and she manages to pull off the expression with minimal damage. The blood doesn't even run out of her mouth this time. She feels rather accomplished about that.
Ehkhis lets her hold it, or rather, she pushes it carefully into Cervia's hands while watching her slowly pet it. "That's what your hair feels like," she murmurs into Cervia's ear, "When it's dry it feels like soft feathers. You should stay dry more often."
"I don't really like being dry, but I guess I can try and not be wet in your hive. That would be easy, since you live far away from water." Cervia says all this while petting the owl head, then promptly realizes that she's betting a stitched together abomination and hands it back up to Ehkhis, who puts it back on the shelf.
Cervia isn't sure exactly how manners work with low-bloods, or at all in fact, but all these taxidermy monstrosities are reminding her of real monstrosities and meat. Of biting and tearing and the feel of popping a particularly small organ into her mouth and biting down and relishing in the way it bursts and how bitter fluids flood over her tongue. She can smell the dust and the embalming fluid and the distinct dullness of these things, but they make her hunger and crane her head up to look at Ehkhis. Her horns press into the other troll's abdomen and Cervia reaches up with a hand, ignoring the thigh at her waist pushing harder into her muscle, and grabs the collar of Ehkhis' shirt and tugs until she looks down.
"I'm hungry. There was a climb and it took forever to get here and I bit a few birds but I couldn't eat them and I am hungry."
Ehkhis looks at her and smiles a small smile, curling her hands into Cervia's hair and scratching at her scalp, and Cervia responds by relaxing and pressing into her hands. "This is nice, but food is okay too," the girl above her murmurs, wrapping her hands around Cervia's horns again and pulling her back. Cervia follows obediently, moving backwards and out of the room, presumably towards the kitchen.
They get there and there's carrion on the table, some sort of massive deer-like creature that's got huge chucks already torn out of it. The intestines are mostly missing, either eaten by Ehkhis' lusus or whatever was eating this before she flew off with it. It's surprisingly fresh for a carcass and Cervia finds this wonderful as she isn't keen on vomiting or food poisoning, but it's on a table and she's a bit at a loss as to what to do.
She isn't not used to eating meals outside the water. Cervia usually eats fish or whatever she can drag in and drown, tearing it apart under the current and letting the blood swirl around her as she gulps food and air in intervals. Even perched on the highest bar of an already large chair, Ehkhis manages to look more civilized than her. If she put any sort of stock in the hemospectrum, Cervia would be ashamed that a low-blood is acting more sophisticated than her. But she doesn't, so she isn't, because Ehkhis is just Ehkhis and that's how she is.
At second glance, the carcass is partially rotted in places by some sort of bacterial saliva, but Ehkhis has already torn a chunk out one of the better looking pieces, ripping in into tiny pieces and popping them in her mouth before swallowing it whole. The last part, at the least reminds Cervia of her own habits. It takes a few minutes of fiddling with her bandages, ripping a loose end apart with her teeth, before Ehkhis notices the distinct lack of face-stuffing happening on Cervia's side of the table. It is unfortunate that the word 'owlishly' doesn't mean 'with a wide-eyes and generally unnerving stare'. If it did, it would be an apt descriptor for the look that Ehkhis is giving Cervia, who simply stares back and continues spearing the piece of bandage on her teeth.
"You aren't eating," she murmurs, "Is something wrong?" Ehkhis leans a little closer to Cervia, hands on each side of the plate and toes curling into the wood of the chair. "You're hungry. You should eat." Ehkhis leans closer and closer, staring at her with the same questioning gaze that is usually involved whenever she's interested in something new. "I can feed you if you need to be fed." Cervia makes an indignant noise in the back of her throat and, at the least being able to feel shame in this, pulls away and presses into the back of her chair. Ehkhis pays her behavior a little mind, staring at her with a little confusion before she shrugs and pops another morsel of carrion into her mouth. She chews it to a fine pulp with teeth more organized than Cervia's own before pressing their mouths together.
Cervia tries her best not to freak out, really really tries, because she's read about kissing and it's apparently natural even if this doesn't seem like the right situation to be doing it in and she would have liked a little warning. She presses back carefully and it seems fine and dandy until Ehkhis starts to push chewed up carrion into her mouth with her tongue. Cervia isn't expecting any of this, but manages not to bite down on the intruding muscle and simply accepts the pre-chewed carrion and holds it in her mouth until Ehkhis pulls back.
At the least, the orange-blood looks like she feels accomplished. Cervia tries to nervously swallow only for the pre-chewed carrion to slip down her throat. She wants to gag, but it doesn't taste that bad, even if it is oddly slippery and tastes slightly like Ehkhis' saliva. "That was..." and she shuts up because Ehkhis is chewing another piece of carrion and even with her complete lack of social sensibilities, it is awkward enough just watching her chew in preparation that Cervia's organs feel like they've stopped working and sunk to her feet.
She inches a hand past Ehkhis and fists a chunk of meat in her hands, tearing it away from the body with a twist of her wrist. Ehkhis is closing in with another mouthful of pre-chewed meat when she suddenly stands up and twists her arm behind her back to hide the meat in her hand. "I have to use the ablution room. I will be right back," she says, her chair falling back and hitting the floor with the suddenness of her movement.
"You," she pauses, unsure, "stay." She turns to walk away backward, chunk of meat hidden behind her back. She looks at Ehkhis still perched on the chair, head cocked and eyes wide, though that could just be her eyes. "There. Stay there," she repeats. "I'll be back."
Cervia hoofs it to the ablution room and swings the door half-shut, not waiting to hear the click of it closing properly before she starts toward the ablution trap, tossing the meat to the bottom of it with little care as to what dwells on the surface of the trap. She snaps the drain shut and turns both taps on full force and listens and watches the water gather in the tub. The meat hunk starts to color the water yellow immediately and as soon as the tub is done filling, Cervia gets in and begins to eat.
Ehkhis only stays at the table for so long because Cervia asked and they are friends, she thinks, but she's curious and Cervia is alive and moving and the novelty still hasn't worn off after all this time. She wants to see how the other troll does everything, and it isn't as if she has a concept of personal space. She sees nothing wrong in moving to follow Cervia after she leaves for the ablution room. She tip-toes, almost hopping slightly, to the front of the door and opens it wide, hopping up onto the sink and perching there to watch.
Cervia is in the tub with a chunk of their carrion dinner. There is water all over the floor and most of it is tainted with the bright yellow blood of dead animal meat, as well as streaks of sea green. Cervia is splashing around in the tub, mostly rolling and gnashing her teeth, tearing pieces off of the massive amount of flesh and tilting her head back so she can swallow them in large gulps. It seems to Ehkhis that she is thoroughly enjoying herself until she looks up and sees her at the door.
She doesn't have the propriety to look ashamed, and Ehkhis doesn't have any emotion within her to be anything but curious. She leans in a little further and Cervia uses her size to her advantage, slinking down into the bath until only her eyes and nose are visible. She blows bubbles in the water and Ehkhis hops onto the top of the load gaper, leaning in close. In the water, Cervia tenses and Ehkhis squints at her, wondering if she's nervous or scared or what. As it turns out, she's neither of these things but is a flash of movement, fisting her hands in the fabric of Ehkhis' top, ripping the fabric with poorly groomed nails and dragging her into the tub.
She is wet right away, sodden fabric making her feel so much heavier than she already is, and she kicks out instinctively when Cervia turns them over and pushes her under the water and holds her nose closed. She reaches out with psionic power, wrapping it around a sharp bone in the meat and pressing it against Cervia's hip, pushing it in slightly while meat peeling back as the bone digs into flesh. Cervia doesn't seem to mind it, and she submerges herself and presses their mouths together and Ehkhis feels something press against her lips insistently. Water and blood and air and Cervia's tongue and a small piece of meat slip into her mouth, and Cervia pulls her out of the water as she swallows and suddenly understands.
"That's how you eat," she says plainly, and it's followed immediately with, "I stabbed you with a bone."
Cervia looks down at her side and makes a thoughtful noise, pulling out the sharp white thing and staring at it. "Huh," she says in a light airy sort of way, "There's that then." She chuckles a little and doesn't stop.
Ehkhis stares at the wound and at the way her blood swirls into the water and spreads and fades.
"Sorry."
"It's okay."
"You're wet again."
"I know. It's okay."
"No," Ehkhis huffs, "It's just that you said you would stay dry. And you're still laughing."
And Cervia looks and her, smiles and rips into her lips with her teeth again. She pulls close to Ehkhis and presses her face into the space between shoulder and neck. Ehkhis can feel the flats of sharp teeth pressing into her neck and sighs. "We're going to have to compromise."
Cervia just shakes with laughter against her, apparently still finding the idea that she would ever try to kill Ehkhis utterly hilarious.
Pairing: OC/OC (Cervia/Ehkhis sort of)
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Gross trolls being gross, blood
Being in a hive that isn't her own is making her jittery. To Cervia, this place is too high up, too far from water and simply not home at all. There are rocks instead of trees and there is open dry air instead of the muggy humidity she's used to. There's the matter of the lusus, who let her pass only after Ehkhis said that it was okay. It keeps staring and cocking it's head and being generally quirky, which is not something she's used to with a lusus as methodical, slow and suddenly violent as her own. Mostly it's the staring that bothers her. It's almost like Ehkhis', but missing all the curiosity and any emotion that isn't 'hurt my charge and I will eat your everything'.
She clenches a waterlogged journal with maps and information, directions to get to the hive she's standing in and reminders about who lives here and things about her. It is a somewhat medium-sized book devoted to what she knows about Ehkhis and why it's important. It's all marked 'Important due to friendship', with little purple circles around the things that she thinks are a priority not to forget. Small things like favorite colors and foods and what she thinks are the most interesting animals to sew together.
Cervia flips through the book nervously, eyes flicking this way and that, trying to memorize points for conversations. She's never done this before, talked to someone face to face in their own house. Am I panicking? she thinks, I am a terrible troll.
She reads and twitches periodically until she feels Ehkhis press against her back and press down on her shoulders before hopping up onto Cervia's back. Cervia drops her journal when she catches Ehkhis' legs, and lifts her passenger a little more until Ehkhis' thighs are balanced on her shoulders and her calves are hooked under her arms. The journal remains on the floor.
The entire spectacle looks ridiculous, but neither of them cares much. Cervia is already used to Ehkhis' need to perch on things and be higher up than other people. Ehkhis feels safe and Cervia feels like she's doing something meaningful. It's reinforced when Ehkhis starts petting her fringe and curling in close to press her face to Cervia's hair. "Hi. You took a long time getting up here," Ehkhis murmurs into her hair.
"You live high up," she says with a frown, "And there were some really mean birds."
Ehkhis rubs her face into Cervia's hair a little more, making soft churring noises as she uses her hands to smooth down the sides of Cervia's hair while she fluffs up the mohawk. "They're not bad." Cervia just huffs in response and crouches down to pick up her journal.
"Terrible," she mutters, spitting out a feather.
Ehkhis leans forward, wrapping her hands around Cervia's horns and gently tugs them to the right, causing Cervia to step in the direction of her jerking hands and through a doorway. "Let me show you my chimeras."
"That one is half-squirrel and half-owl," Ehkhis says with a tiny smile as they enter the room, pointing at one of the chimera on a particularly high shelf. It's all high ceilings and curved walls with shelves each foot or two. It looks kind of like the upside-down smoke stack rooms she keeps all her journals in, except the shelves are filled with animals. But it's not really right to call them animals. They're more like parts of animals stitched together to make taxidermist monstrosities.
Cervia tilts her head up carefully, peeking at it over hexagonal shades, and Ehkhis simply plucks the abomination off its shelf and holds it in front of her face. It looks dead, which is a given, but the eyes are dull and glassy and the beak is slightly open, like it's about to say something. It smells funny, like dust and embalming fluid and old fur and its glassy eyes make her want to pluck them out. Instead she pulls her face away from it and presses her head into Ehkhis' pelvis, careful to make sure her horns don't jab her in the chest. It's strange how she can spend her days covered in blood and muck and filth, and a small dead stitched together creature is what bothers her.
"It's, um, nice."
After looking back at Ehkhis for a moment, she carefully pats it on what she is pretty sure it the head, and attempts a smile. The smile is the careful practiced one of one who is used to shredding her lips and gums with her own teeth, and she manages to pull off the expression with minimal damage. The blood doesn't even run out of her mouth this time. She feels rather accomplished about that.
Ehkhis lets her hold it, or rather, she pushes it carefully into Cervia's hands while watching her slowly pet it. "That's what your hair feels like," she murmurs into Cervia's ear, "When it's dry it feels like soft feathers. You should stay dry more often."
"I don't really like being dry, but I guess I can try and not be wet in your hive. That would be easy, since you live far away from water." Cervia says all this while petting the owl head, then promptly realizes that she's betting a stitched together abomination and hands it back up to Ehkhis, who puts it back on the shelf.
Cervia isn't sure exactly how manners work with low-bloods, or at all in fact, but all these taxidermy monstrosities are reminding her of real monstrosities and meat. Of biting and tearing and the feel of popping a particularly small organ into her mouth and biting down and relishing in the way it bursts and how bitter fluids flood over her tongue. She can smell the dust and the embalming fluid and the distinct dullness of these things, but they make her hunger and crane her head up to look at Ehkhis. Her horns press into the other troll's abdomen and Cervia reaches up with a hand, ignoring the thigh at her waist pushing harder into her muscle, and grabs the collar of Ehkhis' shirt and tugs until she looks down.
"I'm hungry. There was a climb and it took forever to get here and I bit a few birds but I couldn't eat them and I am hungry."
Ehkhis looks at her and smiles a small smile, curling her hands into Cervia's hair and scratching at her scalp, and Cervia responds by relaxing and pressing into her hands. "This is nice, but food is okay too," the girl above her murmurs, wrapping her hands around Cervia's horns again and pulling her back. Cervia follows obediently, moving backwards and out of the room, presumably towards the kitchen.
They get there and there's carrion on the table, some sort of massive deer-like creature that's got huge chucks already torn out of it. The intestines are mostly missing, either eaten by Ehkhis' lusus or whatever was eating this before she flew off with it. It's surprisingly fresh for a carcass and Cervia finds this wonderful as she isn't keen on vomiting or food poisoning, but it's on a table and she's a bit at a loss as to what to do.
She isn't not used to eating meals outside the water. Cervia usually eats fish or whatever she can drag in and drown, tearing it apart under the current and letting the blood swirl around her as she gulps food and air in intervals. Even perched on the highest bar of an already large chair, Ehkhis manages to look more civilized than her. If she put any sort of stock in the hemospectrum, Cervia would be ashamed that a low-blood is acting more sophisticated than her. But she doesn't, so she isn't, because Ehkhis is just Ehkhis and that's how she is.
At second glance, the carcass is partially rotted in places by some sort of bacterial saliva, but Ehkhis has already torn a chunk out one of the better looking pieces, ripping in into tiny pieces and popping them in her mouth before swallowing it whole. The last part, at the least reminds Cervia of her own habits. It takes a few minutes of fiddling with her bandages, ripping a loose end apart with her teeth, before Ehkhis notices the distinct lack of face-stuffing happening on Cervia's side of the table. It is unfortunate that the word 'owlishly' doesn't mean 'with a wide-eyes and generally unnerving stare'. If it did, it would be an apt descriptor for the look that Ehkhis is giving Cervia, who simply stares back and continues spearing the piece of bandage on her teeth.
"You aren't eating," she murmurs, "Is something wrong?" Ehkhis leans a little closer to Cervia, hands on each side of the plate and toes curling into the wood of the chair. "You're hungry. You should eat." Ehkhis leans closer and closer, staring at her with the same questioning gaze that is usually involved whenever she's interested in something new. "I can feed you if you need to be fed." Cervia makes an indignant noise in the back of her throat and, at the least being able to feel shame in this, pulls away and presses into the back of her chair. Ehkhis pays her behavior a little mind, staring at her with a little confusion before she shrugs and pops another morsel of carrion into her mouth. She chews it to a fine pulp with teeth more organized than Cervia's own before pressing their mouths together.
Cervia tries her best not to freak out, really really tries, because she's read about kissing and it's apparently natural even if this doesn't seem like the right situation to be doing it in and she would have liked a little warning. She presses back carefully and it seems fine and dandy until Ehkhis starts to push chewed up carrion into her mouth with her tongue. Cervia isn't expecting any of this, but manages not to bite down on the intruding muscle and simply accepts the pre-chewed carrion and holds it in her mouth until Ehkhis pulls back.
At the least, the orange-blood looks like she feels accomplished. Cervia tries to nervously swallow only for the pre-chewed carrion to slip down her throat. She wants to gag, but it doesn't taste that bad, even if it is oddly slippery and tastes slightly like Ehkhis' saliva. "That was..." and she shuts up because Ehkhis is chewing another piece of carrion and even with her complete lack of social sensibilities, it is awkward enough just watching her chew in preparation that Cervia's organs feel like they've stopped working and sunk to her feet.
She inches a hand past Ehkhis and fists a chunk of meat in her hands, tearing it away from the body with a twist of her wrist. Ehkhis is closing in with another mouthful of pre-chewed meat when she suddenly stands up and twists her arm behind her back to hide the meat in her hand. "I have to use the ablution room. I will be right back," she says, her chair falling back and hitting the floor with the suddenness of her movement.
"You," she pauses, unsure, "stay." She turns to walk away backward, chunk of meat hidden behind her back. She looks at Ehkhis still perched on the chair, head cocked and eyes wide, though that could just be her eyes. "There. Stay there," she repeats. "I'll be back."
Cervia hoofs it to the ablution room and swings the door half-shut, not waiting to hear the click of it closing properly before she starts toward the ablution trap, tossing the meat to the bottom of it with little care as to what dwells on the surface of the trap. She snaps the drain shut and turns both taps on full force and listens and watches the water gather in the tub. The meat hunk starts to color the water yellow immediately and as soon as the tub is done filling, Cervia gets in and begins to eat.
Ehkhis only stays at the table for so long because Cervia asked and they are friends, she thinks, but she's curious and Cervia is alive and moving and the novelty still hasn't worn off after all this time. She wants to see how the other troll does everything, and it isn't as if she has a concept of personal space. She sees nothing wrong in moving to follow Cervia after she leaves for the ablution room. She tip-toes, almost hopping slightly, to the front of the door and opens it wide, hopping up onto the sink and perching there to watch.
Cervia is in the tub with a chunk of their carrion dinner. There is water all over the floor and most of it is tainted with the bright yellow blood of dead animal meat, as well as streaks of sea green. Cervia is splashing around in the tub, mostly rolling and gnashing her teeth, tearing pieces off of the massive amount of flesh and tilting her head back so she can swallow them in large gulps. It seems to Ehkhis that she is thoroughly enjoying herself until she looks up and sees her at the door.
She doesn't have the propriety to look ashamed, and Ehkhis doesn't have any emotion within her to be anything but curious. She leans in a little further and Cervia uses her size to her advantage, slinking down into the bath until only her eyes and nose are visible. She blows bubbles in the water and Ehkhis hops onto the top of the load gaper, leaning in close. In the water, Cervia tenses and Ehkhis squints at her, wondering if she's nervous or scared or what. As it turns out, she's neither of these things but is a flash of movement, fisting her hands in the fabric of Ehkhis' top, ripping the fabric with poorly groomed nails and dragging her into the tub.
She is wet right away, sodden fabric making her feel so much heavier than she already is, and she kicks out instinctively when Cervia turns them over and pushes her under the water and holds her nose closed. She reaches out with psionic power, wrapping it around a sharp bone in the meat and pressing it against Cervia's hip, pushing it in slightly while meat peeling back as the bone digs into flesh. Cervia doesn't seem to mind it, and she submerges herself and presses their mouths together and Ehkhis feels something press against her lips insistently. Water and blood and air and Cervia's tongue and a small piece of meat slip into her mouth, and Cervia pulls her out of the water as she swallows and suddenly understands.
"That's how you eat," she says plainly, and it's followed immediately with, "I stabbed you with a bone."
Cervia looks down at her side and makes a thoughtful noise, pulling out the sharp white thing and staring at it. "Huh," she says in a light airy sort of way, "There's that then." She chuckles a little and doesn't stop.
Ehkhis stares at the wound and at the way her blood swirls into the water and spreads and fades.
"Sorry."
"It's okay."
"You're wet again."
"I know. It's okay."
"No," Ehkhis huffs, "It's just that you said you would stay dry. And you're still laughing."
And Cervia looks and her, smiles and rips into her lips with her teeth again. She pulls close to Ehkhis and presses her face into the space between shoulder and neck. Ehkhis can feel the flats of sharp teeth pressing into her neck and sighs. "We're going to have to compromise."
Cervia just shakes with laughter against her, apparently still finding the idea that she would ever try to kill Ehkhis utterly hilarious.