Private The Spider's Web [Nicole]

[Neyana]

Another spew of red. Another cultist dead. The feral woman is truly loving her new ordeal. After she leaped from this recent kill, she tried her lunge over to Teresa, only to have her gut get pummeled by the bird's wing. A feral snarl and growl does escape her lips, and the woman tries to get back up, only to find some invisible force had already done so to her. Yes, her body is easily pinned down by his student and a snarl escapes her lips. Her fingers and hands try to shift and move going from balled fists and normalish hands, to hands extended outwards and claws at the ready. Her lips open and close rapidly, and her head does shift from side to side trying to find someway to get out of this bind she currently is in.

Carnifex can tell that this man, the one he is investigating, clearly has his throat torn out and his blood seeping out onto the ground below. As he inspects the chin, the dying man moves a hand up to try to touch his Lord, and his lips move to speak, but only a word followed by this garbled mess of blood escapes. "M-m-m-my L-L-Lor-" and the man's life fades in that very instant. As for his throat, it seems the Feanor's teeth were changed and shaped to be more like a predators. Sharp. Pointy. Effective at hunting down and killing prey.

As Carnifex leaves the corpse, the fallen ones blood arises and begins to shape and fold, turning into rather sharp shards of crimson each one having an odd and unusual shape, but remaining sharp non-the-less.

Her gaze turns to the man who is now standing above her. All of this rage, unnerving anger and hatred towards an unknown being. Her body continues to struggle to break free from such a hold. A pathetic display really. As he kneels down in front of her, she snarls at him and tries to bite that hand. Words do escape her lips this time around. "Rel...Release.... Me." In such a feralistic tone of voice. "Now!" She demands. Though, her eyes dart towards the now open wound, and the black liquid that seeps from it. Her nose sniffs. A different smell. A drop lands on her chin, another snarl escapes her lips. The second one lands on her tongue, and she goes to keep her mouth open to take more of this black ichor in.

Right as the wave of blood shards are flown to Teresa and Carnifex.

Darth Carnifex || Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax

 

[Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax]

Darth Carnifex Neyana

Teresa was starting to really enjoy this little session, the rage that flowed from the woman and there endless struggle to brake free. "Humm, look at you trying to be all... cute with your authoritative growls. Perhaps in a little while I will put you down and pet you, puuurrrdy cat." A grin was ever present on her lips as she teased the feral woman with words. She watched as Kaine began to cut his hand open to feed the blood to the woman that so greedily tried to snap and bite at his hand. There was a moment of temptation to simply release Nicole then and there just to see what would happen, and yet she resisted such devilish urges.

One thing Teresa noticed but had no intention to stop was the blood shards. More so, it was fascinating as she had never seen someone create blood into other shapes. It a way it was similar to how she played with the metal that was once in her hands. Given the sharp nature of the blood Teresa had an idea about what was to come next, she did not move or even flinch as they began to shoot towards her. A few of the shots landed across her exposed abdomen going as far to have penetrated into the flesh. The woman bit her lip while still grinning from that stinging sensation. The expression was clearly one of enjoyment.

The woman began to moved slowly keeping her grip on the little feral girl till she was stood behind her. One at a time Teresa moved Nicole's arms behind her gripping them both with each hand and holding them behind the feline human's back. Leaning down close to the woman's ear but not enough to receive a nip of those teeth Teresa whispered. "Nice little trick... Kitty."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"You have no power over us, quite the opposite."

The Dark Lord of the Sith stopped the blood shards with a look, a glower that paralyzed the projectiles in midair and anchored them there. All the while, He continued to clench His bleeding fist so that the drips of black blood became a steady stream, pouring directly onto Nicole's face and into her mouth. The stench of copper was pungent, overwhelming. But with every drop that fell upon Nicole's tongue, the more enticing it became to keep drinking. There was something compulsive to drinking His blood, as though the black liquid that slipped down her throat was more addictive than the strongest spice.

He squeezed His hand tighter for a moment and then opened it, revealing that the wound had been closed shut. No more blood seeped from His palm, meaning that the steady supply that He had been feeding her was shut off. As Teresa further restrained Nicole, the Dark Lord carefully took hold of her face by grasping her jaw and ensuring that her face was always turned towards Him. "You will come to understand that no resistance against me prospers." He then released her face, pulling His hand back before she could retaliate against Him with her sharp teeth.

Carnifex rose back to His feet, the room shifting as they all returned to the interrogation chamber from earlier. Sliding the gloves back on each of His hands, the Dark Lord looked to Teresa. "Put her in a lightless cell. Let her writhe in withdrawal." The moment the Dark Lord's black blood touched her lips, her body chemistry became addicted to it. The longer she remained apart from it, the more her body would be wracked by terrible pain and emptiness.

Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax | Neyana ​

 

[Neyana]

She starts to smile as the blood was formed and shot towards the two who have imprisoned her. Hopefully they both would just fall over and release her. But that is not how it went. From her feral state, all she did was cause a few cuts into the bird woman. Though the taunt that Teresa had given her only makes her growl and snarl once again, speaking in that harsh tone. "I... Demand... Release." Yet none would come, as she feels her hands and arms forced behind her back now. After she speaks, the woman goes to move her head to try to bite the woman, only to feel that she isn't receiving anymore blood from the man. No.

He too, didn't fall over and die. her eyes darted towards the blood, the one she forced up, and sees it is just remaining still. This does fuel her with rage, and she gives out more feral sounds and noises from her lips. She needs. No. She wants more. Her face was soo gripped and she stares at Carnifex hearing his words and as if on cue, tries to bite the hand that fed her when he pulls away.

"No, no no! Give.... Give... Me..." She growls, already the effects of not tasting his blood appear it seems in her current state of mind, whatever pain she is receiving only fuels the rage burning within. However, that desire to have more forever remains. She feels empty without it. Hungry. She hasn't even noticed the room had changed back to what it was originally.

Darth Carnifex || Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax