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ŠJanuary 1998
The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.
SQUICK alert: This Tartarus for Hell's sake! Expect grodities.
Xex Alert: Yep there will be.
Violence Alert: Fairly mild compared to some.
The battle was going along quite merrily until the harpies came. A shout rose up from one of the faux Amazons and she pointed with the gore splashed hand of her long green tail. There wasn't time for anyone to retreat before the harpies, who were normally a third level menace, descended. Obviously they were attracted by the carnage. Their shrieking laughter and bony bodies swung low and fierce. There was a scream from one of the villagers that was abruptly cut off with a bony stab through her cranium. That harpie held its lunch and fluttered off.
Izzy's red slicked hand clenched too familiarly around the handle of the weapon, though she had not been the one to embed it in the creature's chest. Actually, she had yet to provide a fatal blow to anyone in this battle. It was an oddly refreshing occurrence and minded her of the time when she first fought besides Xena.
In the distance there was a piercing ululation and the wild sound of laughter mixing with clanging metal and grinding flesh. Dark hair swirled, ice blue eyes flashed and white teeth gleamed. She was covered in the ichor that was the Tartaran's natural substance. She'd hacked a nativeborn then. First level or second level, possibly a young third level. Xena wasn't screaming from being burned alive. Reminding herself to warn Xena about nativeborns when she had a chance, Izzy turned her attention to the raucous cries above her.
A green's hand lifted to throw a knife. Tok slid into view from the side then disappeared behind the firehaired demoness, leaping. Her claws and teeth carved into the screaming green's side and face before Izzy could even heft the axe into the air. Xena shouted, "Good Girl!!" There was a whirring sound that passed by Izzy's ear and up. Two harpies fell. Their heads were disconnected from their bodies. There was a whirring sound of return and a mocking joke about losing one's head in battle.
Izzy smiled. Even now Xena protected her. Her! A demon of Tartarus. The knowledge sparked something within the woman that hadn't been there. She hardly recognized it, but the sensation was familiar. It felt warm and flooded through her like a soothing balm. Gabrielle calmed inside, really calmed inside. The feeling even filled in the blood lusting places, marking them, changing them to something different. The lust was there, but it . . .evolved.
The marks on her chest swirled into new positions. Some, almost heart shaped, split into stripes, forming a kind of ventilated layered skin. It seemed as if there was a glow that peeked out of some of those slivers, while others seemed to deepen into a dark that suggested a depth darker and deeper than Hellsmouth. Her eyes flickered, settling somewhere between a snakes slit and the round of her human nature. Her hair color even changed rippling from flaming orange to a kind of burnished gold. Her horns lengthened about two inches, curving a bit more. It was the smoothest change (aside from the first marking in Xena's arms) that she'd ever experienced and she wondered what else it had affected within her. She gasped, but otherwise expressed no pain, for there wasn't any.
There was, however, a huge impulse to defend. Izzy wanted to defend Xena as she had been, was being, defended. Her instincts roused to their fullest, centering around her lover. Her body felt the flush of mating, but it was tempered with a knowing of her mate. Izzy was aware of something she'd suspected and kind of knew, but had never been able to confirm. Xena was excited by the battle. Not necessarily the blood, though the copper taste seemed to do something for her, but the (Izzy wasn't sure what to call it, so she settled for one generic word) creativity involved (though there was definitely more to it than that). It was the oddest thing, but with each heartbeat, Izzy understood. Xena was performing her art, and it turned the warrior on.
The red didn't bother to look behind her as she threw the axe mightily at the oncoming spawn who threatened her lover. Metal crunched sickeningly into bone and the harpie fell, crunching some more. She turned and watched as it cried out and tried to lift itself feebly. A hooved one stepped back onto its skull and the harpie was left to become dust. Xena blinked, then grinned with gleeful battle abandon and raised her sword in salute before spiraling up and out to cause grief for another.
Izzy nodded familiarly to the faux Amazon, who grimaced back. Then Xena's lover grabbed a sword from a dead hand and leapt into the air with spread wings. As signals go, that one was most effective. She was joined by a few others, both local and cannibal, and they fought the harpies back while their companions battled for supremacy below.
Thump.
There it was again. What was that? He thought he could hear the sounds of battle outside, but he wasn't sure it wasn't just the noise in his head. He sincerely hoped it was Penho coming to get him. For one thing, he missed her and for another, he really needed to talk to her about these control issues. He might be a merchant, but he could defend himself. He'd fought with the greatest of Men. Wait, that didn't sound right.
He'd fought besides the greatest of men. .and women.. why, he'd helped Xena . . .
Creeeeaaaak. Craaack!!!
Salmoneus shivered with the noise and knew something was wrong as soon as the boards broke. Large yellow hands reached down from the blinding light. He couldn't see enough to resist. He was lifted and found himself blinking at an unfamiliar face. . and stench. The demon's pitted face grimaced down at him before breaking into a ferocious smile. A gravelly voice spat out, "Hello meat."
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