(WormyxWere) 1x1 RP

[Wormgod]

Johnny looked over at Chimere's arm, trying to make out what they were. He wasn't sure that what he saw was even the real picture of not, and the blood obscured most of it, "Do you want a bandage?" He offered and held up a box of gauze.

[miraphoenix]

"Only if you want to see what was written there," Chimere murmured, looking down at her bleeding arm again, entranced by the spiraling and twisting forms. Pressing the still-bloody talontip into her flesh again, she began to recarve the spires as quickly as they healed, seemingly oblivious to the pain and to the fact that there was now blood all over the bed and floor. Nothing seemed to matter to her, except for these brief glimpses of the spires of her lost city drawn in her own blood.

[Wormgod]

Johnny didn't know much about Chimere, but he was sure that that type of bodily torture wasn't good, "Not really. Just stay still." He said and tried to quickly wrap the gauze on the wounds before she could do something worse.

[miraphoenix]

As Nny wrapped the gauze around her wrist, blocking the blood-patterns from her view, Chimere hissed in anger and annoyance. Whimpering slightly as the gauze was wrapped, she relaxed somewhat as some blood soaked through the cloth, bringing the patterns with it in green-red shades. "It was my city, R'lyeh," she murmured to Nny, her dripping talon itching to recarve the city, thirsting for the blood.

[Wormgod]

Johnny could understand homesickness. He had personally never received it until recently--homesick for the Wall. While he hated It before and after feeding It, the feeling of painting blood brought a twinge of happiness and meaning to his miserable life--and from the little he knew of Cthulhu through Lovecraft, Chimere probably didn't either, "R'lyeh?" He repeated, pronouncing it like she did, as close as humanly possible, that is, "Why don't you draw it, instead of cutting yourself up?" He offered and turned to find some painting supplies, or possibly just a pencil and a piece of paper.

[miraphoenix]

"Yes, my city and my temple," Chimere muttered, tearing her eyes away from the blood-soaked gauze that was wrapped around her wrist. "Why don't I draw it? Heh. There's something about seeing it painted in blood, something in the way the liquid shines, that makes it seem closer and more real. It needs to be painted in blood."

[Wormgod]

Finally Nny found one, poor, dusty canvas in the corner with a yellowish complexion, clearly not common in this world, or possibly not even made anymore, "Blood?" He repeated. He hated painting in blood, thanks to the Wall. Whatever. Chimere was a different person entirely. He handed her the canvas and three of the test tubes, "Here. I've enough for my own things."

[miraphoenix]

Taking the canvas in long talons, Chimere accepted the test tubes gratefully, leaning the canvas against the bed. "Yes, blood. Are you sure you don't need these tubes, Nny? It doesn't really hurt when I'm carving the patterns," she asked, unscrewing one test tube's cap to dip a talon into the liquid within.

[Wormgod]

"I'm sure." Nny answered and poured just a tiny bit of blood into a beaker, then pricked his own finger and let a a drop fall into Chimere's blood to see what would happen, "I'm pretty sure you will feel the pain when you lose too much blood. Be careful."

[miraphoenix]

Beginning to paint, Chimere chuckled darkly at Nny's warning, not really believing him. "Eh, I have had worse. You seem to have read the lore that was written about me; you know what happened when those humans came in their steamship." Using her talon as a paintbrush and her own blood as paint, R'lyeh once again rose, glistening in the light from the window.