Electric Embrace
The veteran scout had seen his share of berserk rage, and frenzy, and bloodlust within numerous species across the galaxy, and this was no different. Driven to the brink of starvation and teetering on the edge of madness, all beasts revert to primal instinct for survival. This was not monstrous behavior. This was simply hunger. Deliberately forcing someone to live like this, that was quite different. Malicious intent equates to monstrosity, and the Falleen intended for Ussyr Shryytor to understand as much before the light of life vanished from his eyes.
But there were slightly more pressing matters to deal with at the moment.
Skelsar was fast. This shadow of Illia-Vae Victis was faster.
From the first moment the party had been attacked by the Anzati, Skelsar knew that this fate was a very real possibility for Illia-Vae. He had hoped such would not be the case, but once again, hope had failed him.
The exquisite agony which accompanied the rape of his skull triggered his own survival instincts, and those reflexes were honed of leaner, darker sinews than the Falleen would care to admit. Skelsar’s free hand dropped into the tangle of Illia-Vae’s once gloriously white tresses, and with a savage lunge, wrenched her head backward as he arched his own back with equal ferocity.
“SSSAH’QUA TAHSS’ITAKK, POOTASSA!!” the reptile hissed ferociously, separating himself from the invading tentacles in a spray of crimson mucous before they could do any true harm. The blood which trickled down his face spattered across them both as he shook his head to ward off the disorientation.
Skelsar pulled her head around further, vertebrae popping in protest, as he leaned into one ear with his teeth bared in a menacing smile. “I don’t mind it a bit rough, if you don’t!”
The anger and pheromones crashed off of the Falleen as he continued to reach Illia-Vae on some primal level. “We ALL have animal inside us we fight. Is THIS all you are?! Where is that focused padawan? WHERE is Illia-Vae Victis?! WHERE IS MY DESERT QUEEN??!!”
The swinging duo had reached the summit of an arc, and Skelsar abruptly slithered down her body, using his hold on her hair until he could instead grasp her around the knees. As their grim fandango accelerated with the added length and wait of the pendulum, the scout hoisted his legs into a seated L-position, skimming only inches above the electrified goo.