To late now, Nerothst couldn’t keep going and made way towards the ground landing without much grace he crashed into the soft sand stretched around the sea. He didn’t see how Joffery faired but as he rolled across the ground he started coughing spraying out the black blood in showers.
Rolling over onto his hands and knees, Nerothst body convulsed and he made a choking sound and coughed as another current of black blood spilled out his mouth.
Retching again, a visible bulge formed in his throat as he coughed and groaned his chest heaving and stomach tightening. He leaned foreward and the bulge was expelled from his throat and out his mouth. The thing that landed in the puddle of black blood. it was a skull fragment and a eyeball, it looked just like one of those hell fire demons. It wasn’t over yet though.
Nerothst continued to cough and sputter his body expelling body parts and flesh and different things that had made up the demons that had once been whole. When he slammed the gates closed, those demons that got cut in half, were still coming out one way or another, he was lucky he got to pick which end they came out of.
He felt weak, he needed to eat something but a the same time, seeing all that being spewed from his body, he didn’t want to eat anything. He looked up after what seemed like hours, and figured after he started to throw up pieces of demon, Joffery probably ran for the hills to go cry for his father to jail him.-
The impact of Nerothst and Joffrey hitting the sand, had Joffrey careen forward and roll, right into the follage that lined the white sandy beach. He came to rest finally upside down partially up the trunk of a tree, before sliding down into a heap. Groaning loudly, he tried to right himself, by tipping sideways, and sending up a cloud of leaf litter. His hair was a mess of twigs, leaves and bugs, while he spat out a good mouthful of sand. ~Cack!~ He spluttered, as he tried to get up off the ground, and dust himself off.
What a daring escape. Fire demons by the thousands, epic fire aura from the flying cat demon named Nerothst had managed to burn the arrows to crispy twigs, and they fared little damage from that. However, the opening of hell’s gate, had a rather nasty repercussion, as Joffrey was about to discover.
Staggering out from the jungle onto the beach, he could see Nero heaving and throwing up vast quantities of black blood. It looked revolting, and even had Joffy dry reaching himself. He had to bring his hand up to cover his mouth, to avoid being sick himself. And just when he thought he had seen it all, Nero had something really big travelling upward in his throat. Joffrey’s eyes bulged, incredulous at what the poor cat demon was going through.
“You should never eat before you fly, you know? What the hell did you eat?” Joffrey asked, his eyes watering from the shock of it all. At the moment he asked the question, the cat demon spat out a skull fragment and an eyeball. Both landed with a splatt in the black sticky puddle that was in front of him on the sand. It was the most disgusting thing, and Joffrey shuddered at the sight. He crept around the front of the cat, and peered at him closely, trying not to step in the goo.
“Is that all of it? Not going to bring up an arm…or a leg?”
Joffrey wouldn’t be at all surprised if he did. As the cat appeared weak and groggy from his exertions, Joffrey looked around him at the sea that stretched onto the horizon, and the jungle behind them. He sighed and then said.
“Where the fuck are we?”
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It wouldn’t be long before THEY found out. Standing up on shaking legs he placed his hands over his knees and spat out more of the blood that was still coming up in slow trickles. He could see digits from hands still kind of squirming through the bloody pool all around him. His chest and chin were covered in the nasty stuff.
“You should never eat before you fly, you know? What the hell did you eat?” joffery asked him he looked like he was trying to not barf himself.
“I didn’t eat anything; I opened a gate to hell where thousands of mindless fire demons exploded from my chest! Not all of them got through that way…so they…are still coming out,” he said his voice was hoarse. It was the best way to explain that the demons that were cut in half had been trapped in his body.
He convulsed again and this time out came a chunk of a hand and another wave of blood. His stomach was settling now, it seemed that it had all gotten out of his body.
“None of it is my blood…well…not all of it anyways,” he thought he should add.
“Is that all of it? Not going to bring up an arm…or a leg?”
Neorthst glared at the prince clearly not pleased to see him making fun of his predicament. He lifted a arm and whipped away at his mouth smearing the black blood across his arm. He staggered towards the water and was ready to dive into the icy depths of it and clean himself off.
“Where the fuck are we?” joffery asked. Nerothst glanced at him from the water’s edge.
Ignoring him for the moment he waded into the water till it was at his waste, then plunged under the water’s surface. The cool water rushed over him and he scrubbed at his skin all of where the black blood had touched him. Even rinsing out his mouth with the salt water despite the taste.
When he surfaced again, his clothing stuck to his skin in every place, even his black hair was stuck to his wet skin. He waded back out of the water shaking his head and ringing out the water caught in his feline tail, careful of the barbs at the end.
“Were on an island in the Sea of Tribulation, just off the coast of Gravida, and still within reach of The Night Land soldiers. And until I hunt an eat something, I can’t fly us off the island, your too heavy,” Nerothst snorted.
But paused realizing that might hurt the prince and make it harder to fool him into trusting him , “and not because of your weight, but because my real form is the size of a house cat and I just spent all the energy I had left spewing demon guts,” he said.
That said Nerothst walked over to the puddle of blood and guts, and spat out a single spark of fire from his mouth. The flame hit the center, and instantly roared to life. That should get rid of them and not attract any other, mindless demons, but of course, he didn’t know how smart Brax soldiers were either, did they count. If they were anything like Joffery was when drunk, this was too easy.-
“Were on an island in the Sea of Tribulation, just off the coast of Gravida, and still within reach of The Night Land soldiers. And until I hunt an eat something, I can’t fly us off the island, your too heavy,”
Talk about nasty. It was one thing to find out where they were, and the fact they were still well within reach of the Night land guards, but to be told that Joffrey was heavy…hit him like a cement truck.
“But I thought you said I had a lovely figure.” His hand placed to his chest as though mortally offended. Course, Nerothst was cleverer than Joffrey and countered himself, to save for further argument. “and not because of your weight, but because my real form is the size of a house cat and I just spent all the energy I had left spewing demon guts,”
“Ah..well, that I can understand. You did throw up an awful lot. I imagine carrying all that and me would be a strain on you.” Again, so gullible. With hands on hips, he blew out of his lips and stared at the rolling waves that came in with the tide. So, this was the Sea of Tribulation. Just perfect. Secluded, white sandy beaches. Palms swaying in the breeze, probably coconuts if you could brave climbing the trees. It was a virtual paradise, if you didn’t count the bloody black pool of gunk, bone and the odd eyeball that Nerothst had thrown up. Nice place to bring a family…or a love. Joffrey sighed at this very thought. Here he was, marooned, with a smarmy cat man….and miles of coastline.
Scratching his bearded chin, he contemplated what to do first. Build a hut, or go tie a grass skirt around his waist and file a twig into a spear and try some fishing. Decisions decisions. One thing was for certain, they were going to be stuck there, fora while.
Joffrey finally made a choice. He slapped his hands together, and then announced.
“I..am going to go find some..bamboo to make a spear with. Fear not, Nero, you shall not starve on my watch.”
And with that, he marched off into the jungle to find a bamboo tree.
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Sighing slightly he staggered his way towards a tree and collapsed in a heap stretching his legs out in front of him and resting one arm by his side he used the other to press his palm into his temple.
He watched the prince with one dark lightless solid black eye. He wondered what the heck the man was doing as he seemed to be surveying there situation. The island was really nice, pleasant, and rather beautiful. All things that irritated Nerothst just a little bit, it lacked the succubus and other demon whores that would have made it much more pleasant.
Oh well Nerothst would rest for just a little bit, then reluctantly make his way into the jungle behind him and start hunting down the local wild life to feed his deprived energy stores, already his body was reflecting the lack of energy he had as his ribcage was a little more visible and his stomach was starting to sink in a little.
That was when joffery clapped his hands together making a brave announcement, ”I…am going to go find some…bamboo to make a spear with. Fear not, Nero, you shall not starve on my watch.”
Nerothst smacked his palm to his head and ran his fingers down his face, “don’t call me Nero! And second….do you even know how to use a hunting spear! Or even how to make one for that matter!” he scrawled at him, even then his voice hadn’t lost that seductive undertone.
Even if he was trying to sound furious it was hard to do sitting there looking like a drowned rat and half-starved at the same time.-
The cat man was bad tempered, tired, hungry and above all starting to get a bit pissy with out wayward Prince. Not only had Joffrey got his name wrong, he also gave the impression that he knew nothing about how to make weapons, let alone be a survivalist in such extreme conditions.
“don’t call me Nero! And second….do you even know how to use a hunting spear! Or even how to make one for that matter!”
By the time that Nerothst’s voice filtered through the canopy, the Prince had already stumbled upon a small forest of bamboo trees. He walked around them, head tilted up to the sky as he couldn’t get over the sheer size of them. They would be great for building a canoe or raft later, but that was not the priority. Seeing a small piece that was of a good length, he reached in his pocket and retrieved a sheathed dagger that he kept on hand all the time in case someone wanted to do him in…which happened a lot. Starting to cut away at the bamboo stalk, he called back to Nerothst as he toiled.
“Nero sounds so much better, but have it your way. I just say it with a lisp and it’s a bit dorky, but whatever.” The Prince poked his tongue out the right side of his mouth, sawing away at the bamboo, until he sucked his tongue in when the bamboo finally gave.
“And for your information, it was I that made a lot of the pikes that we used to pop heads on back in the Black fog. Never thought I would be doing this to go fishing with. Heh…learn something new every day.” The bamboo stick in hand, he marched back towards the beach, and found where Nerothst was seated. Joffrey plonked down beside him and started to whittle the end of the bamboo, to form a nice sharp edge or prong that could be used for spear fishing. He couldn’t help but notice that the cat was looking a bit worse for wear.
“You look like utter shite.” Prince said, without using any manners. It was the truth, and you can’t help a man for calling it what it was. He rose to standing, and then slipped off his trousers, letting them fall to the ground so his willy was exposed. “I have a cunning plan. I wade out to the waters, and wiggle my hips. The fish…get attracted to my limp member and..”BAM”, I thrust my spear and you get a feed. Ingenious eh?”
That said, the bare bottomed prince marched down the sand…to try his hand at spear fishing. Butt naked.
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“Nero sounds so much better, but have it your way. I just say it with a lisp and it’s a bit dorky, but whatever.” Joffery shouted from somewhere in the jungle.
Nerothst grumbled“it’s spelt N E R O T H S T, the last t is silent, not that hard really,” he called back.
“And for your information, it was I that made a lot of the pikes that we used to pop heads on back in the Black fog. Never thought I would be doing this to go fishing with. Heh…learn something new every day.” He had said as he sat beside Nerothst.
“hmmm, it was nice handy work…I won’t lie I rubbed my fur against a few of those pikes, I liked the stench they put off,”Nerothst said and closed his eyes leaning his head back.
“You look like utter shite.”
Nerothst glared at him a little bit through one eye and almost hissed. “again…hell gate, fire blast, flying, then vomiting most of hell. I didn’t expect to be very pretty after that,” he chuckled his hungry state he was experincing a light mood swing, where he seemed nice, then angry the next moment.
Just then the Prince stood up and dropped his pants and started to march his way towards the water. His man parts swinging in the air without care. Nerothst face turn a few different shades of red if he had pupils they probably would have gone cross-eyed. Course Nerothst was a male to, why would he be embarrassed? Mayhap because Nerothst wasn’t about 8 inches as the prince appeared to be, or mayhap because the sheer action of it took him off guard.
“I have a cunning plan. I wade out to the waters, and wiggle my hips. The fish…get attracted to my limp member and..”BAM”, I thrust my spear and you get a feed. Ingenious eh?” he shouted behind him and made his way towards the water.
“With that thing…you’re more likely to scare the fish away” Nerothst muttered to himself crossing his arms and looking towards the jungle and covering his face with a hand.-
And so our intrepid..brave and naked fisherman set off into the tumbling waves of the Sea of Tribulation armed with his bamboo spear and bait – aka his floating limp willy. Joffrey was now concentrating hard, as his eyes peered into the glistening blue waters, for a sign of a flash of silver scales to show off the presence of fish.
Getting out so far, he was no longer able to hear the mutterings of one tired cranky Nerothyst as he waded deeper. He had high hopes, that his idea of luring fish would work, and so he then sung out on the top of his lungs, as he wiggled and thrusted his hips in earnest.
“HERE FISHY FISHY FISHY!”
He held his bamboo spear aloft and waited with wide eyes and a goofy expression.
Lurking in the waters, not far from where Joffrey stood with spear in hand, one fish DID feel the vibrations of his limp cock, and…came to see just what was splashing about. A large blue groper and it swam right for…Joffrey.
“ACK! No…big fishy!…..Ack its after MEEEEEEEE!” Flailing and madly stabbing at it trying to stop it from ‘”taking the bait” you could see white water and the Prince leaping about in the water panicking for his life.
A short time later, Joffrey dragged up the badly stabbed body of the groper, which was a whopper. Over four foot and weighed a near tonne. Soon as he brought it out of the waves, he collapsed, face first into the sand, the gropper giving one last flap of its tail before dying.
Dinner…was on Joffy.
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“ACK! No…big fishy!…..Ack its after MEEEEEEEE!” the prince ran around the surf screaming like it was the end of his life repeatedly stabbing whatever creature had actually decided his dong was a nice bite sized snack.
Surely Nerothst could have done that much easier by just waving his barbed tail through the water and have it act like a fishing lure and even caught the fish with less activity then what Joffery had to accomplish to catch just one 4 foot long gropper.
But through the whole ordeal Nerothst had found himself laughing with incredible mirth holding his gut with the sheer stupidity that it took to catch that one fish. The sound of his laugher was just like his voice, strange and seductive and husky.
The prince dragged up the fish on the beach where it flopped a while till it died and poor Joffery landed flat on his face in the sand, a few crabs scurried out of his path and he was almost worried he might have snapped his…friend, or wouldn’t that be just wonderful if it went into a crab whole.
Not really caring now, there was a large fish just waiting for him and he crawled across the sand and sunk his claws into the fishes skin practically ripping the flesh off the fish and chewing on the parts of it that were editable, and completely raw.
“that, was quite the show…remind me to ask you to do that again if you meet my brother…he would get a kick out of it,” he said with a piece of gropper flesh hanging from his mouth.-
