Chapter 13: 13. “Coming for you.”

A chill traveled down my length as the words left his mouth. Even from this distance and without being able to hear him, I knew what he said. That his words were not a warning but a promise. That this man would come for me, and come he did. 

The smoke, green and toxic, started moving. Dragging along the sky like a cape blowing in the wind. Pulled along by the man who bled the tainted essence and could see me from so far. I could feel him coming closer, almost see it too. 

And it was then that I realized my mistake. Not in coming here, but not running when I first heard him. He had already, and still was, gaining precious ground on me. My body seemed to realize that before my mind did, because I started to slither in the opposite direction without thought. Bulldozing trees, rocks, and anything else unfortunate enough to be in my path out of the way. Getting dirt on my clothes in the process. 

Yet, I couldn't bring myself to care. I was too busy running and trying to keep my breasts from hitting me in the face. Both seemed like pointless endeavors at the moment. The man simply moved much faster than me, and my breasts couldn't not hit me in the face when I slithered so fast; my body so low to the ground. 

Making do with that fact, uncomfortable and unsettling as it was, I pushed myself to slither faster. To inch just a little bit further with each movement. It still wasn't nearly enough. The man had just increased his pace to match mine, speeding up right along with me. My at escape utterly pointless. 

So I stopped trying to escape. Instead I started slithering towards ground that would be better for me. Someplace where my size and length and bulk could be put to better use. Where the likelihood of my pursuer being able to do whatever it is that he wanted to do would be lowered. Preferably by a drastic amount. 

But we were in a forest. A forest that I was outgrowing and was suddenly too fragile for my liking. There was no place that seemed like a 'better' place to fight. It was all more of the same. Trees, rocks, and dirt. 

Which is why I stopped. The man didn't. He kept running, moving at full speed toward me as I prepared myself. In the tiny amount of time in between now and him arriving, I did very little. Mostly stress eating really. Then, like a flash of thunder, he was there. Standing across from me and almost too short for me to see past my enormous frontage. 

For a while, he just stood there and stared. Shivers and chills traveled down my length the entire time, because now he was close. Close enough for me to feel how strong he was and how twisted his essence was. It was wrong and gross and reminded me how hungry I was. 

Foreign instincts and desires screamed at me to lunge at him. They pointed out that he was small and that I was big. Marking him as prey and me as predator. At the same time, those very same instincts made it clear how outclassed I was in the realm of cultivation. Like a master facing off a student who had only recently started. 

Then, silent as a drop of rain, he moved. It wasn't like normal moving, there was no start-up to his movement, it suddenly just was. One moment he was there and the next he was midair and right in front of my face. 

Reacting as quickly as I could, I struck out with my spear. Only for it to break when he kicked it and launched off of it, landing in my tail. Thorns reached up to meet him, to cut his feet and make him bleed, injecting a terrible poison into his blood and cultivation. Or it would have, had he danced along my length avoiding every one of my thorns. 

I turned upon myself and chased after him, using both claw and tail to try and catch him. Despite my best efforts, though, he was just too nimble. 

When I lifted my coils and tried to wrap them around him with deadly force, he would jump away at the last second. And my claws couldn't even come close to him. He was playing with me like I wasn't even a potential threat in the slightest. Which I wasn't, in all honesty. The man could and was running circles around me. It was like he was a mist that I couldn't grab.

But that changed when I, in a panic, started draining all the essence in the area. Using the technique I had learned from the tree, I forcefully stole essence from the nearby surroundings. Plants and trees slightly withered, a tiny fraction of color fading from their leaves. Birds, hidden in those trees, cried out in distress. And the man, so close to me that he couldn't possibly avoid it, abruptly stopped. 

Not because I took a lot from him, because I didn't. But moreso out of shock that I Did take some from him. It was written plainly across his face as he stood there on my tail, staring down at one of his hands with a furrowed brow. 

It was just enough of an opportunity for me to turn the tables on him. Before he could recover, I made my scales stick to him. Which didn't stop him from jumping, but it did noticeably slow him down. And in that half second that he was suspended in the air with nowhere to go, I wrapped the tip of my tail around his leg, unleashed my thorns, and pulled. 

The man was pulled down to the ground and swung about like a doll. I slammed his face into the ground twice before he managed to escape my grasp. By the time he did, however, my poison had already worked its way into his body. It sapped away at his strength and had begun to spread vines through his leg. Small ones that were barely advancing in spite of how much poison filled him. His corrupted essence was fighting against them and winning. 

Then I pulled on all the nearby essence again, and the vines spread a little further. His ability to fight them temporarily taken away for a fraction of a fraction of a second. He hesitated to move and I uprooted a tree with another part of my coils and threw it at him. As he dodged, with more ease than I was comfortable with, I spread my coils about the area and became the battlefield. Letting my length cover more ground than it reasonably should have covered. 

It left him with little safe place to land. He was forced to constantly dodge as my coils, covered in sticky essence and thorns, repeatedly tried to constrict around his legs. The strength of my serpentine lower more than enough to overpower him and crush his legs if he was caught. But, just as he got into a rhythm when it came to dodging my tail, I struck. 

Like a cobra, I launched toward a him, moving too fast for something my size. He reacted faster and dodged my claws and belly. Yet, he wasn't fast enough to get out of the way of my leviathan like hips in time. One struck him, a massive thorn leaving a nasty fash across his thigh, and sent him flying. 

And without anywhere else to land, he landed on me in one of pile out of many that was made up of my length. Still, he managed to get up before I could grab and crush him. Then I pulled the surrounding essence into myself again and watched as he grimaced. 

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"Enough!" He growled, midair. 

Suddenly his descent stopped and something cold and twisted gripped my neck. The man crossed his arms behind his back and floated towards me. Gliding above my length with an angry glare pointed my way. 

"It seems I was wrong to have underestimated you. In my carelessness you almost killed me." He paused. "Do not mistake that for strength on your part. If you were truly strong then I'd be dead and you'd still be alive after this." 

As he spoke the force around my neck tightened. Going from strong to extremely strong in a few seconds. Desperately, I lifted a part of my tail and tried to grab him. Several green shadows slunk out from his sleeve and pinned that part of my tail down. 

"No." He said. Simply. Strong enough to enforce his own will over mine. 

He hovered closer, inches away from my belly button, and only tall enough for that to put him on eye level with me. The shadow around my neck further tightened its grip and vision started to fade. 

"Oh how I'll enjoy thi- Aghhh!" 

From out of the surrounding foliage, a blue arrow flew towards the man and hit his shoulder. The grip around my neck loosened as he turned about, looking for the source. Again, it left him open and this time when I struck it was fatal. 

Much in the same manner as before, I made my scales sticky and quickly grabbed him with my tail. Coils much, much thicker than he was wrapped around him without warning. Pressure mounted on him as I squeezed tighter, and tighter. His shadow's grip on my neck going slack with the sound of his ribs being, audibly, shattered. 

The man went limp, dead. And in a surge of hatred and fury, I did something both gross and regrettable. 

I ate him. 

Essence flooded my body, a deluge of power both corrupted and pure. It writhed beneath my scales, skin, and mind. Relief coming in short, far too short, bursts. I screamed as it felt like the corruption would consume me, tear me apart, and leave as nothing but a blackened corpse. 

In a mix of panic, fear, and anger at myself, I pulled at the surrounding essence yet again. This time without letting my grip on it relax, in a bid for survival. And to my surprise it actually worked. The pain was beaten back for a moment, only to surge back in and be beaten back again. After a minute like this, however, I was assaulted by a vision. One more detailed and real than it had any right to be. 

I saw a house. It was made of wood. Then a storm blew in and raged on for a day. After the storm passed, the house looked different. The wood was rotting and falling apart, giving it an unbearable smell. It was corrupted and eventually crumbled away, leaving nothing but a few bits of wood behind. 

Then I saw a man. He was strong and healthy, clearly in the prime of his life. Then came a storm, it raged on for a little while and then left. In its absence the man was found sick; his strength began to fade and his health went with it. By the time the sickness finally killed him he was a withered shell of his prior self. 

Again, what I saw changed. Now there was a flower, purple and beautiful. Again, a storm came. And again the object before was left sick and tainted, corrupted. Like the house and the man, the flower faded away, killed by the storm and the corruption it brought. 

... And then the vision ended and I woke up changed. 

I was thicker, both my serpentine lower half and human upper half. My length was longer, another dozen feet added onto me. The color of my scales were slightly different now, a speck of white here and there in between the black and purple. 

But the biggest change wasn't how my dress left the bottom of my belly bare, or how my bra was on the brink of death. Nor was it my change in color, or the way my essence felt different like it was both foreign and familiar. 

No, the biggest change was that I now had four arms. 

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