[PRP] Stained and Soiled (Lan and Menyaoi)

[kuropeco]

Everything hurt.

He wondered vaguely if he was dead - but if he was dead, then he would not feel nearly as bad as he did right now. Death was not scary, but death was not painful either; at least, not after death. It was the dying part itself that hurt, not the end.

So he could not be dead, but Mengyao wished he was.

When he opened his eyes, it was to an unfamiliar setting. He could smell something metallic, tasting the coppery tang of blood on his tongue, and the thought made him nauseated, Mengyao closing his eyes, resisting the urge to heave because it was ungentlemanlike for a member of Conquest to do such a thing.

But after a moment his stomach rebelled, and he could no longer think properly, Mengyao rolling over and retching out the contents of his stomach onto the floor of whomever's house he currently lay in. Fortunately it was not in the direction of the resident herself, as he discovered when he looked up, his face unbearably pale.

"...Lan?"

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[kuropeco]

He felt sick and nauseated and pained - and unbelievably, completely horrified at himself. Mengyao pressed his fingers against his forehead, remembered just what exactly at happened, and felt a surge of anger thread through him.

"Find me that little b*****d so that I may run a knife through his belly and take his life."

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[kuropeco]

His throat felt as though it were on fire. He couldn't see it, of course, but the fact that it still remained difficult to breathe was evidence enough that he had not dreamed up what had happened to him. Blood caked the side of his face, left in long, draping marks from someone's fingers sliding down his cheek, and there were bite marks on the side of his ravaged neck where the attacker had not held back his savageness.

"Senga," Mengyao hissed, feeling the name burn his tongue, the voices searing in his head. "I'm going to run a stake through his heart."

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[kuropeco]

He turned his head sharply, dual colored eyes flashing dangerously.

"Why did you phrase it as such?" said Mengyao, pushing Lan's hand away. The pounding in his head was growing, making the nausea rise, the pressure frustratingly painful, the voices buzzing buzzing buzzing -

"Why do you assume that I am the one in the wrong?"

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[kuropeco]

The voices pushed at him, ate at him, sank into his body like the blood that was currently streaked horrifically across his face. Mengyao could feel the frustration rising, and he gave Lan an angry look, pushing himself to his feet.

"I do not appreciate," he said, swaying unsteadily where he stood. His vision went black momentarily, then settled itself again. "The insinuation that Senga could possibly be in the right here."

He made a noise like an angry cat.

"There is no good to that creature."

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[kuropeco]

He felt somehow betrayed, though Lan's words were not as condemning as he was making them out to be. But his head was spinning and his anger and frustration at Senga - at that savage for what he had done to him was making him less inclined to back down at the current moment.

"I have done nothing of consequence," Mengyao snapped, brushing Lan's hand away again. "Nothing. That creature is a monster and he should be put down."

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[kuropeco]

Mengyao glowered at Lan. She was one that he trusted, that he cared for, but right now the anger at what Senga had done to him was consuming him from the inside out.

"I am in a perfectly fine state," he snapped, which was a blatant lie, as his torn throat and ear were clearly evidence enough of; not to mention the blood streaked down the side of his face and his chest. "Senga, however, will not be, since I will soon be dismembering that little pathetic body of his."

But he hadn't made to move yet, perhaps because he lacked the strength after all.

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