Post by Chamil on Oct 17, 2018 22:41:23 GMT -6
FLEAING THE SCENE
CHAMIL'S PL: 66,000
Unholy screams pierced the skies above, sending ripples of sound through the air. Yet, the Namekian populace of the Moori Capitol could only watch with mild fear and morbid interest as their supposed enemy, the caprine Stargoon in all her evil glory, dragging herself across the grass and flailing about haphazardly. The demon continued to writhe and scratch at her skin, even going as far to raise one of her hind legs like an animal to try and ease the painful itching. "...I've seen this before. Twelve times, as a matter of fact." The town's Elder looked down upon the goat, his wrinkled features scrunching as she'd flop herself onto a nearby rock. The old slug man turned back to the cowering group of Dragon Clansmen behind him with a frown. "Crawticks- one of the worst cases I've seen. They're always abundant this time of year- and..." Chamil reeled back again with another howl. "...Well, these furred folks don't have the best of times with them."
"Elder Conch, i-is there anything we can do? She's our only defense against that Arcosian!" A younger Namekian had placed a hand on the demon's head when she stopped thrashing to catch her breath, a wave of healing magic coarsing across the goat... But not a moment later, she reeled back again with a shriek and another scratch, rolling back against the ground. "...I'm sure there's some herbs lying around that can treat her. But we sent a lot to the Kingdom folk awhile ago..." The old man scratched his chin, seemingly bliss to Chamil's shrill cries while the other townsfolk reeled back and held there ears in pain whenever she shouted.
Chamil's form shook like a leaf. She wore nothing but a black tank top and shorts now to try and scratch away at her furred skin. Flecks of her black coat lied scattered across the ground, small patches of her purplish skin exposed as well. "I. HATE. THIS." She croaked out, flopping back against the ground and panting. "Kazuu, see if we have any Hydrangea herbs- I'll keep the lass still here." Without a second thought, one of the Namekians behind the elder darted off with several others in tow. "HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH---" The demon screamed through her teeth as the Namekian planted a hand atop the fallen goat's head. "It'll only get worse if you itch, you know." The goat just screamed again in agony and sheer humiliation, causing the old man to huff again, managing to keep her head pinned to the ground.
Whatever mass of power she was said to hold was gone, the demon's strength lowly enough to be held by the old geezer as she cried and howled. "...Well, let's hope we've got something to help you, miss." Chamil grit her teeth and growled again, raising one of her unpinned feet to scratch again. In spite of her animistic urge to claw away at her skin, the demon hoped nobody else would see her like this.