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Elodea faces her demons. Or, rather, Nerine's.
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Elodea is very, very tense. 

She's not entirely sure how long it's been since she encountered another soul, but it's been more than long enough to give her anxiety about what reintroduction to other people is going to entail. Aaaand now she's stumbled upon an abandoned temple to a forgotten god. That seems likely to settle the matter all by itself, but...it really does seem abandoned. Oh, there are all kinds of magical traps, and she's stumbled into more than a few of them--but nothing animate, nothing with enough volition for the curse to get its hooks in. So far, aside from miscellaneous damage-based traps that she shrugged off easily enough, the only thing that's happened is that she has, oddly enough, been Baleful Polymorph'd into a human. Which. Isn't...her favorite thing...but...it really, really doesn't seem curse-relevant. 

She really does not believe she accidentally stumbled on a place like this. She gazes at the almost-certainly-trapped doorway in front of her, wondering how much damage she has to take before her body doesn't bother reconstituting into its polymorphed shape. 

...She really wasn't expecting a plane shift, but in retrospect she can't say she's surprised. 

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She knows it was a plane shift and not a teleport--a layperson wouldn't, but she's had plenty of time to learn the difference. This doesn't look like any plane she's familiar with, though, besides the mortal one. A grassy plain, with a dirt road off to the side. She supposes she doesn't know what lots of planes look like, and it's not implausible that someone would decide to landscape part of a compatible one to look like the mortal plane. 

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What's that, off in the skyline? 

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She squints. 

...Flying humanoid figures. 

Well. 

She supposes she knows why the curse directed her at that temple, now. 

She reeeeeeaaaaally hopes she hasn't landed in a Hell. 

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As the figures draw closer and become more clearly visible, she may choose to find her hopes dashed or supported. The approaching beings certainly look demonic-ish, with their irregularly spaced horns, fangs and claws, and great batlike wings. On the other hand, they don't look exactly like any species of demon she's seen before, with their odd skin colors--red is a perfectly normal skin color for a demon, but purple is rare and blue--well, it could happen, but...

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Aw crap. 

She doesn't have plane shift memorized. She doesn't even have it in her spellbook, a shocking oversight really. She will...probably be able to escape. At some point. Not any time soon. 

She reeaaaaaally hopes this isn't a Hell, but. Well. 

She stoops to pick up a stick with a broken bit that could plausibly cause someone to regret being stabbed. She doesn't want to go down without a fight, but if she drew any of the better weapons she has on her she might not be able to use them, if they would successfully deter would-be rapists. 

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The demons reach her. 

The demons land. 

The demons stand in a circle around her and start talking among themselves, gesturing at her. 

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Elodea holds her stick threateningly. 

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One of the demons laughs and reaches out to bat the stick out of her hands. 

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She has a thousand years of pissed-off reflexes to work with. Viper-like she strikes with the stick towards the hand in question. 

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Well. 

Now he can definitely wrench the stick away. Having it impaled through his hand gives him leverage like that. He screams words that she still can't understand but from context are probably profanities, then lunges at her and hits her hard enough to knock her to the ground, driving all the air out of her lungs, then pounces on top of her. 

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Oof. 

Not exactly unexpected. But. Ow. 

She kicks at him futilely. 

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It is as futile as predicted. His injured hand clamps around her throat, the wound healing fast enough that she can feel it against her skin. He snarls, and dashes her head against the ground. 

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Yeah she's out like a light. 

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At first she mistakes it for a nightmare. Then the pain kicks in and she screams and thrashes, not believing it will have any effect but hardly caring. 

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The demon between her legs giggles and rakes his claws down her chest and gives her a particularly sharp thrust of his spike-covered cock. 

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Ow, shit. She hates it when they go for the breasts, those are sensitive. She likes it when her partners play with her breasts but only when they play nicely. She snarls impotently. 

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One of the other demons tips her head back and shoves his cock down her throat. 

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She splutters and chokes and endures. 

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Another demon, not one of the ones currently raping her, picks up her leg and starts gnawing on it. 

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Ow??? Is that entirely necessary??? 

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Well, whether it is or not, he's doing it. 

Her flesh grows back much faster than just the curse would make it. 

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That's not a good thing if they're going to keep chewing it off!!!

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The demon does not seem to care whether she thinks it's a good thing or not. 

Also, the one raping her mouth isn't withdrawing from her throat enough to let her breathe. 

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Oh good maybe she'll pass out. 

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Nope! Not so far, anyway. Her lungs burn but she isn't getting lightheaded at all, and she should have by now. 

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