@LamiaGirl And M is labeled for violence~
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One punch to the face, two to his left and a quick jab had the fighter reeling back in the ring, his face dribbling with blood. Perspiration glittered across his skin, dancing from the multiple lamp lights that burned over head and cast dancing lights across the arena floor. It even made the blood on his skin and that which was spilled on the sandy floor sparkle as the fighter picked back up his fists, one eyed swollen, and his lips puckering and bleeding from a cut, as he cut a jab across to the man. A miss, though intentional so he could swing down low, hitting the man int he ribs, then swing upwards to crack him beneath his jaw.
Stunned, the other man stumbled backwards, and his opponent moved in fast, fists close to his face and wasting no time in sealing a few more quick blows, the last one being at the temple before the man would fall.
And there he stood, the referee bellowing out the win,
"Jack in the Box is the winner!"
And the crowd went wild, drinks being spilled and curses erupted at money lost. Though Jack had a reputation, he was actually seen as the under dog in this fight. But he came out victorious, he often times did, and this time was an exceptional fight, as the man was at least two feet taller than Jack and had double the muscles.
But it wasn't like he hadn't come out of it without a scratch, for once he had collected his winnings, he stumbled out, shirtless into the cool, night air. Sweat still made his body slick, clinging to his muscles, and to his wounds. He seemed to glitter like the stars over head, and as he tossed back his water skin, he poured half the contents over his face as he ignored the sharp pains from the cuts on his lip and cheek, but took relief from the cool waters against the bruise over his eye, among other places.
Well, nothing like another night and a job well done. He made good money- could have been better, but he wasn't paid as much as he usually would. In fact, the fight was almost never to be. No one thought the Jack in the Box could really take down Mantis, the Brute.
But hey, he did. And his victory stroll was a lonely walk home through a wooded street on the outskirts of Matron's Hallow where the lake could be seen shimmering in the moon light a she passed through thick lines of scattered trees.
Abigale was above the road, draped lazily in the branches overhead. Her tail hung limp like a giant streamer between the branches. She had been enjoying a peaceful night under the moon by sleeping. The cool air had left her tired and sluggish as it normally did. It wasn't to say that she couldn't move right now, she just simply preferred not to.
Like many times over the course of the night, the sound of approaching footsteps had roused her from her light sleep. She kept her eyes closed and lazily flicked her tongue. She expected nothing special with the scents of the newcomer, given the late hour it was probably a He, and he was probably drunk. That's how things tended to be around here when it was this late, women avoided these places, most men did too, aside from the drunk ones. Strangely though the coppery scent of blood caught her attention. It was faint and mixed with sweat, as well as the other night time smells, but it was there. She opened her eyes slowly, and scanned the path without moving her head.
Underneath her passed a single male. He was the source of the footsteps, as well as the origin of the blood, and sweat. her tongue flicked again, much faster this time, to be sure of what she was smelling. Again she could smell the blood, much stronger now than before. Abi waited a moment for him to completely pass before stretching out her arms, and slowly lowering herself down from her branches. It took her a few seconds to actually reach the ground as she was trying to be silent, she had wanted to follow him, her own curiosity getting the better of her.
Her tail continued to lower out of the trees, until her lower torso section was down neatly on the ground, the rest of her tail quickly followed. She stretched out again this time arching her back and pulling her arms to either side. With that out of the way she began to follow the man slowly, taking care to not cross over any small branches that might break. Her hood was pulled up hiding her pink hair and most of her face and torso from sight.
From behind she could easily see that he was shirtless, and though the light was dim, with just the moon and stars, she could see that he was covered in both sweat and bruises. Her curiosity grew with every step he took. What brought a man out here this late looking, and smelling like this? was he escaping some sort of attack? had he been an attacker? Did he owe someone money? While none of it really was her business she felt compelled to try and find out as best as she could.
*CRACK*
Abigale stopped dead in her tracks as she looked down to see that she had snapped a rather large twig. It was a silly mistake, no doubt she had been too wrapped up in her thoughts to pay attention. She looked back up to the stranger to see what he would do.
Jack has been nursing his jaw when he heard the crack. Fearing the worst, he froze in place, but after realizing the crack wasn't his bones, he was quick to turn around to see....
A woman. A woman with big boobs. A woman with big boobs that seemed to nearly fall out of her shirt. A woman with big boobs that seemed to nearly fall out of her shirt and apparently had a very large snake tail. That of which made him stare... And stare.