So much for bravado
October 24 2002 at 7:21 AM
|Harbinger of Death |
|“Hee hee hee, can’t catch me.” Quietfire staggered around waving his sword. He puffed out his chest in a show of bravado, then exhaled with a sigh. “I wanna go to the party,” he said piteously to no one at all.|
He was small. He sat on a twig and looked at the huge leaves around him. “Hah! I knew you’d come for me! But I won’t go without a fight! I, I—I’ll—uh…”
He became aware of a scent that pulled at his very core. He suddently wanted nothing more than to find the source of it. He must find it, or he would go mad.
And then he saw her.
It was a praying mantis, bright green with spiky front legs and bulbous eyes. But that heavenly smell! He realized that he must also be a praying mantis, and that she was a female. She was irresistible to him in this form, and he knew he must have her. They came together and did what nature decrees all males and females must do.
[Insert disgustingly pornographic, QF-style description of mating here]
Quietfire’s lust for the insect was sated, and he was quite pleased with himself. He had avoided capture until the very end. Once transformed, he had propagated life (to his great physical pleasure) rather than succumbed to death. He had ultimately defied the Grim Reaper.
His mate turned to him, and he thought for a moment she wanted to couple again. He eagerly approached her, and she grasped him securely in her strong front legs. The spikes dug into him, and he winced, but felt some anticipation and curiosity at this new tactic. Perhaps he would enjoy living as this species, after all.
Then she opened her jaws and took a bite from him. He would have squealed in pain, if he had a voice box. As it was, his tiny maw could only open wide in silent agony. She took another bite, and another, and another. At what point he actually expired, it is unknown. She simply followed her natural instinct by mating with this male and then devouring him alive.