artisnow
perhaps, he never learns. it was only meant to be trip to search for a gift, one that would be given on the day marked as yang's birthday. typically, they /try/ to avoid going into unknown places themself, ever since ferox had to save them the last time.. but the gift needs to be good. the artist comes across a sapphire gem stone while exploring, fingertips tracing it. it's perfect .. however, perfection comes at a price. before he knows it, something snakes around his waist, dragging him further into a lair. no matter how he struggles, it clamps a limb around his throat, restricting the air he so desperately needs. nails claw at the hold, struggling to part out the yaksha's name. " y- ..y --"
artisnow
@feroxics when the human has stopped struggling as much due to the lack of airflow, ice freezing over the areas of the monster to little avail, his body is suddenly flung up into the air. free-- the second he isn't being choked anymore, that's the first thought that wakes up his limbs to fight again, but before he can, a large, razor sharp claw snakes up to impale him through, crying out. " ya-- yang !..agh! " it hurts. it hurts more than anything he's ever had the displeasure of experiencing, and the blood loss makes him dizzy.
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feroxics
@artisnow, ♡ ┊ it's a quiet day. yang patrols around the path around mount tianheng that leads into the harbor, scratching the top of his head as he does so. there's something in the pit of his stomach, in the back of his mind that tells him something is wrong. something.. off. so he swallows down the lump in his throat, heading to where he knows that baixue lives. but he's not there– and when he goes to that storyteller, she does not know where he is either. yang's shoulders tense, a sense of dread looming over him as he heads out to find him, searching high and low for the human his heart has grown to adore— though he does not understand where this feeling is coming from.
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