forum TiredOtter? One on One?

Started January 31, 2019 by Deleted user

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On another note, we need one more person to join this: https://www.notebook.ai/forum/limited/the-motherboard-again-i-know-0-3-spots-filled/page-4#post_1159417//

Trenton flinched as his chin was lifted, deathly afraid of Blair’s claws. The demon’s eyes were another story. Trent could hardly form a sentence, practically paralyzed by the pretty flecks of green and gold. His heart pounded so loud he could hear it.

“I… uh…” He stammered, a little to distracted to give a response.

"Exactly," Blair growled, letting go of the human's face and transforming his claws into hands with black nail polish on them. "Pathetic. All of you, no wonder no demon wants to come and be in this world. It has monsters worse than them." He shook his head, his eyes still glowing and a sharp-toothed scowl still on his face.

On another note, we need one more person to join this: https://www.notebook.ai/forum/limited/the-motherboard-again-i-know-0-3-spots-filled/page-4#post_1159417//

(Let me just read a bit to figure out what’s going on and I’ll join!)

Sure thing!//

Trenton did his best to pull himself together after the spell was broken, a bit stunned still. He didn’t even have a biting retort to assault the demon with. What the hell just happened? The young man massaged his forehead silently, feeling dumbstruck.

Blair turned abruptly, walking towards his cave. If Trenton wanted to follow him, that was his choice, not becuase he wanted to see the pretty human, no, not at all. Blair's scorpion tail swished behind him as he walked, the tips of his folded wings giving it enough light to see him.

Trenton panicked as he saw the light fade away. “Hey! You can’t just walk away!” He ran after Blair without a moment’s hesitation, leaving his favorite sword lying on the darkened forest floor.

"Like hell, if I can't walk away, this is my forest." He yelled, still walking and not turning towards Trenton. Asshole…. Grumble, grumble, grumble…

Trenton raced after him, tripping over a branch and landing outside the cave with a glorified crash! He groaned quietly, his cheeks burning a bright pink with shame as his torch skittered across the stone floor, the flame extinguished.

Blair stomped into the large cave, his sharp claws making echoing sounds on the metal floor. He snapped his fingers, four fires lighting in separate corners of the cave.

Trent realized he’d made a massive mistake when he tried to stand up and his ankle wouldn’t support his weight. He bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out, hopping on his right foot until he could lean against the cave wall. Based on what he could see, which was very little, his ankle didn’t look broken, only sprained. His chewed his lip, stressed beyond belief knowing he couldn’t run.

Blair sighed, waiting a few moments before Trenton made a small noise. "Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes still focused anywhere but Trenton. He had to keep up the aesthetic okay!

“As if you care.” Trenton hissed through gritted teeth, having cornered himself like a wounded animal. His injured left foot hovered several inches above the ground. He leaned against the wall, glaring at the demon. “You have no right to disrespect a prince in such a way.” He continued on with his earlier rant, but it sounded a lot more forced this time as Trent attempted to distract himself from his aching ankle.

"Considering you are the one who came into my home, I would say you are disrespecting me." Blair stood up, walking towards him. "Now shut up and let me fix your foot, you idiot." He finished, pulling some bandages out of a crack in the wall.

“I’m fine.” Trenton insisted, recoiling backwards. The suddenly movement set him off balance again. The prince yelped in pain as he accidentally put pressure on his foot. “Stay back!” He yelled, his teeth gritted. He reached for his sword, only realize he had lost it. A look of sheer dread formed on his face.

"Would you like me to knock you out and then heal you? Becuase that's the only other option I'm giving you." Blair seethed, why wouldn't this idiot just let him heal the damn foot. "And I have a knock out poison, it's always ready."

“Do not poison me! Do not come remotely near me! I will not hesitate nor do I have reservations about killing you on the spot for what you’ve done.” Trenton hissed, attempting to look intimidating.

"Hm, yup. Seems like getting knocked out is the option you chose. Nighty night Trenton." Blair cooed, bounding over and touching him with a finger, a bit of sleeping poison being injected into Trenton's blood stream.

Trenton recoiled back from Blair’s touch, slamming his back into the wall with a pained whimper. For a moment he stared at Blair, his eyes filled with unbridled terror before he suddenly went limp, slumping over.

"Now I have to fix your head too. mortals, idiotic mortals." Blair exclaimed, picking up Trenton with no problem and setting him down on a stone that was jutting out of the wall. He grabbed the bandages and wrapped his foot.

Trent quietly groaned in his sleep, a soft whimper escaping his lips.

"Ugh, why am I helping you again?" Blair muttered, rolling his eyes as he waited for the mortal to wake.

Trenton awoke several minutes later. He’d never been a morning person in any sense of the word, and appeared groggy and disoriented as he yawned and stretched.

"Hello person that just loves bothering me." Blair said with a wave, sitting in his chair reading a large book.