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Occurrences
Shadows whip between the trees. It can be quite unsettling
In certain areas, trees are torn into. Some cuts are
fresher than others. It appears as if there was a brawl.
There is a cluster of strange, strange eggs.
Unusual amounts of wolves can be
heard howling around the Full Moon
Holy shit! Phil! Kethyr! Holy aaaahhhhhh! Oh my gaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!
Pain seared through his leg. It had him! Shit! He could barely hear Bobby over the sound of his own blood. He clawed at the ground, his glasses were gone forever now, as the beast dragged him into the woods. He tried, with his other leg, to kick for a moment,
Booooobbbbouch!
and then collapsed with fear.
Oh my gaahhh ahhhh holawagahhh its a wolf ohmigahPhiiiiill
Bobby continued to freak out, attempting to drag the corpse of Phil away.
The man's shouting and flight triggered an almost primal predatory instinct within the beast and just like that, she was gone. In but a single bound she vanishing into the thick of the woods after Bobby. Only a few moments would pass before the distant sound of blood curdling shrieks filled the night air.
And it was gone, for a moment he lay crippled. For a moment he accepted his fate. Bobby's screams of death snapped him from that peace of mind, and he erupted to a stand. Falling, shit no! His leg was done, screwed, over with. I must crawl on, determined, he did not want to end up like Bobby. He crawled to a tree, pulling himself to a stand. He could make his way like this, maybe...
With a shudder, he turned his back on the sounds of death, the possible location of the wolf.
And then just like that, the sound was mercifully silenced.
Rising from the motionless form of Bobby, Maria stood tall and threw her bloodied maw high. Belting out a bone chilling howl that rolled through the woods to echo for miles around she proclaimed her dominion over these lands for all to hear.
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Vankoryth Détente: NotAFlyingToy, SkullJester, Nikora, FizzGig, Lostamongtrees
Other: Tiko, Tide
Note: 48 hour time limit on posting.
Coiling her muscles, she sprang into action with the loud splintering of wood, clearing the distance between herself and Gabriella in the span of a moment. However, in anticipation of Gabrielle turning to face the imminent danger, upon landing, Maria sprang high clearing the air to land behind Gabriella.
Skidding to a stop in a spray of wood splinters, she spun in place and with a bone rattling roar, swept her left leg across in a backhanded blow to knock the woman sprawling.
Coiling her muscles, she sprang into action with the loud splintering of wood, clearing the distance between herself and Gabriella in the span of a moment. However, in anticipation of Gabriella turning to face the imminent danger, upon landing, Maria sprang high clearing the air to land behind Gabriella.
Skidding to a stop in a spray of wood splinters, she spun in place and with a bone rattling roar, swept her left leg across in a backhanded blow to knock the woman sprawling.
The blow struck Gabriella, sending her tumbling backwards. While Gabriella was fit and even muscular compared to the 'normal' woman, she wasn't a very big person. However, as she fell, she raised her right arm, and with trained practice she fired the first bolt. It was a plain metal bolt, perhaps the size of a finger, and at this range it carried the force of a pistol. However, should she fire wide, she added enough force in the swing that the bayonet on the end of the bolt gun would slash dangerously through the air.
Gabriella's left hand jerked down for the ground, trying to catch herself as to not lose her entire footing.
Lunging at the woman, a second sweeping blow of her claw was aimed to knock Gabrielle's extended arm wide while she barreled into her, jaws snapped closed for any exposed flesh she could get a hold of.
Giving her head a shake, she snapped it back around to close her jaws over Gabrielle's right arm in a vice grip.
Between Gabriella's one arm being pinned, and the other being rather brutally savaged, the jerking would cause further ligament damage to the shoulder itself. But after a few good shakes, she simply stepped back and with a whip of her head to the side, set Gabriella airborne to slam into a nearby tree.
The extent of the damage to the arm would likely have the woman facing shock soon, and even if she had managed to hold onto either of her weapons, Maria had already concluded that the items were ultimately, harmless. She didn't close in for the kill though, but instead simply stalked towards her with slow menacing steps.
As such, the gun that now hung in her loose left grip, clicked, and out the bottom of it dropped its clip as she rolled over onto her back. Her right arm was completely useless by this point, fat and muscle openly visible beneath torn apart flesh, covered in soaking blood. The fact she had only dislocated her shoulder was merciful, though the same could not be said about her rib cage, which was suffering from at least one fracture.
Flashes of battles from times long pasts filled her head. Memories of warriors clothed in the skins of wolves, fighting with all the ferocity of the wild animals they sought to embody. It had been long since she felt such compulsion to increase her numbers, but the presence of the Vankoryth Détente created a conflict that served to salvage at least some of what she once was.
Growling lowly, she stood towering over Gabriella, bloody saliva dripping from her maw to spatter at her feet.
Finally the gun clicked once more as the clip finally slipped into the bottom of the weapon.
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He was a gleaming phantom in the night, the silver of his weapons catching the stray beams of moonlight that managed to penetrate the wild branches that whipped in the wind. His teeth were the only thing visible to the human eye; his mocha skin and black attire making him all but an outline, an image that one quickly overlooked in the dark landscape. His dual pistols weren't hidden - he hadn't bothered. Tonight, he knew, his enemy would know he was coming long before he struck. It would not do to hide an asset.
Torrential's nature for being here was a simple one. He had been instructed by his charge to help his fellow blood find a beast that had been mauling members of their estate and put the beast down. A hunting party, a good old fashioned mob of vampires running after a terrifying enemy. He took a deep breath of the night air, his lips twisting into a malicious grin, eyes shining with a cold passion. The thrill of the hunt was on.
He started sniffing slightly, utilizing only his nose to get his air, looking for a hint of fear, a smell of sweat, anything that could lead off on the trail, the chase, the eventual deliciousness of backing an enemy into a corner and bearing down on it with full force. He had seen many a werewolf fall, but few by his hand. He welcomed the challenge.
Reluctance held him back, this night. He knew of those the beast had slain. Though none were exactly friends, he found a great disturbance in their deaths. He had long since thrown away the famed "vampire pride" that his blood had often boasted about. Living together or dying alone - it made him a little sick. No, he acknowledged that his race was a solitary one, that they would not work together so long as they had individual goals in mind. They were created for isolation, something he had embraced long before his 300th birthday. Still, for tonight, he was glad for the other warriors at his back, his fellow hunters to slay the beast.
He bent on one knee, placing a hand on a tree trunk that appeared to be sliced with claws of some sort. His gloves came away muddy, as if the animal who scratched it had been running through rain at one point. Above the claw marks was a clump of Russet fur, barely noticeable in the dim light.
He smiled. The hunt was on.
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Of course, everyone knew his disagreement with the group on how to handle this beast. If he got the chance, he was going to kill it. Once and for all. For good. It didn't deserve to live after hurting his Blood and invading their territory. Who cared about the feelings of its master? It would teach them to actually keep a leash on their dumb, brute of any animal. The thought of leashes made him smile. Maybe he should put his own 'pet' on one, but that probably wouldn't go over well with the others. Damn them. They were soft, weak, they had lost their way. They angered Kaiser to an extent he never thought possible, from his own kind.
In truth, he did not take this night very seriously. It was one beast. They were a flock, a hunt, a murder of blood consuming crows and ravens; wise, deadly, and precise. He clenched his gloved hands and licked the caked blood from his lips and fangs. A feast before a fray. Such a wonderful night this would be. He would show all of them, especially Casren, what it meant to be a walker of the night. He would show them they still reigned supreme. That they could rule with the power of the vampire lords of old, if only they tried and put aside the notions of the common day.
The moon was high. The night was young yet deep. The stars were bright and shining softly. The birds were sleeping, except for the owls, and the animals were alive and active. Such a perfect night. The only thing it needed was a little sanguine pool and Kaiser's reflection there in. Almost singing, he strolled through the woods, alert, focused, and starving.
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Slowly, she crawled up next to Torriential, bony claws sinking into the soft earth below them. She looked upon the same tree, and did not take up sight, but smell. Even so long dead, the dragon was sensitive to smell. She rose her head up, trying to pinpoint where the scent might be at its freshest.
“I believe we should stay together. Strength in numbers. Might you agree?” she asked Torriential. She directed the tip of her snout toward him, dark wells for eyes staring at him. “I do not think this animal is a stupid beast. There is a mind somewhere within it. It must have intelligence for being alive this long.”
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Dayo sat perched in the lowest limb of one of the sprawling oak trees, positioned just above Torrential and Mortuus. Remaining perfectly still, the female tilted her chin, her strange green-blue eyes shining like cat’s eyes as she drew a deep, slow breath through her nose. Her lids slipped closed, a small smile beginning to form at the corners of her mouth as her grip tightened on the tree branch. Her sharpened nails dug grooves in the wood, cutting through to the soft, green wood beneath, and releasing an earthy scent that helped to clear her head, to get her into the mentality of the predator she was created to be.
Her soft breathing was covered up by the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind, but her presence was not unknown to Mortuus and Torrential. They would be quite aware of her, in fact. She was one of their party.
Delicately, like the feline creature she was, the girl descended the oak, landing on the balls of her feet almost silently as she gazed into the darkness. The smell of animal, of mbwa, was carried toward her on the wind, the promise of blood causing her to salivate.
“It has already been proven that going alone would be disastrous,” she said quietly, glancing up to the undead dragon, and past her to Torrential. She licked her lips, pink tongue flecking out and in. Her pupils were wide, large to accommodate for the darkness, and when she moved forward, it was in a careful crouch. She almost walked on all fours.
Where she was from, there was no dignity in hunting. Only the task, and if the task wasn’t completed efficiently then it meant death. In this case that would also be true. If she didn’t help catch and kill this creature…then it would mean death for all of them too.
In the natural way of things, it wasn’t uncommon for the hunter to become the hunted.
"Behind his house, a secret place was a shadow of a demon he could never face..."