Introduction
Much of technology was lost, and many died from the loss of hospitals and medical centers, alleviates somewhat by field practices persisting. In a frantic push to make refuge, people were forced into smaller settlements, split into mixed colonies, with cruder cities surrounded by walls of wood and steel. Among the biggest is Crow's Wallow, a rather cynically named place, considering it wasn't much to start with and quite cramped.
The outer walls have since been expanded and reinforced. But people themselves have begun to experience strange mutations as they try to cultivate this twisted landscape. So far it has been controlled, some became deranged, but others became stronger, more capable of handling the wilds than others, and as such became integral to scavenge and hunting efforts, despite receiving apprehension by those who seek to remain "pure." These "Hunters" became elevated citizens, and those tried and true became forerunners to train future generations of hunters, trained to fight the creatures outside the gates.
It is now 2273, and is time to ready another generation for an excursion into the Obsidian Wilds.
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The citizens carried about their activities, trying to keep some semblance of civilization alive by commerce and communion. The air filled with the sweet scent of baked goods such as bread and pies. This sweet scent was not just attractive to the citizens however, but also a calling card to a clever little interloper...
"That's mine ya lil' shit!" a voice roared over the chatter of the populous. Various items are flung down the street, including a trash can that dents itself against a street sign, as a certain medium-sized stripe-tailed bandit came scurrying out, dodging each piece of trash and stone. In her middle set of claws, held tightly against her, was a kind of small meat pie. Behind her, flying out like a bat out of hell, was the source of the roaring voice, chief hunter Anselm Ermengilde, with white hair flailing wildly in the and the eyes of a madman. People scatter out of the way as the mutant raccoon, who has come to be named Skitters by the children for... obvious reasons, scurries up the side of a watch tower, utilizing some level of parkour to use her running momentum to flip herself onto the highest part of the roof, then look down at Anselm. "Drop it or beef isn't the only thing goin' in th' next one."
Despite his threat, he earned only a short hoarse cackle from the creature. Skitters sat down and teasingly pokes one of her hand-like claws into the crust, and then held it up to her mouth under the handkerchief mask, audibly licks it, looking satisfied with herself. This cheeky toying only lasted a moment, until the pie's flavoring hit her, tail bristling up before gagging and choking up with a snort. With a loud yelp, she kicked the pie away and holding all her claws over her mouth as it falls off the tower roof. With quick reflexes, Anselm dives in and recovers his lunch before it splatters on the road.
"Wha's the matter? Dun like the gumbo? Fine wit' me," he says with a smirk, dusting off himself and the pie. Not amused, the animal huffs, casting him a glare before vaulting over the edge and rolling across another roof, quickly getting out of sight. Anselm chuckled fiendishly at the critter's discomfort, quickly dismissing it for his lunch, now cooled some thanks to the rush. "Whatever, bon appetit," he muttered, digging out a chunk of the pie and turning around, only to be met with a peace officer, in shoddy uniform, fidgeting nervously with a piece of paper, actually afraid to get on Anselm's bad side. Looking over behind the man, Anselm eyes the damages his short rampage has done. "Ehhhh... I'll fix it later," he says with a dismissive shrug, shouldering through the man.
The setting changes from Crow's Wallow to Obsidian Wilds
Astrid crouched, quiet and low, legs tensing, and with a swift leap she was only paces away from the Elk. It turned to run, but she was already on it, claw tearing into its flank and crushing its back two legs. It cried out in terror, birds flocking from the trees and away from the noise, its pack and most other creatures quickly and silently making their escape. Astrid howled with delight, as the Elk continued to attempt to flee, the front four legs scrambling desperately to carry it's broken back. "Sorry Love, Law of the Jungle" Her left hand crushed the Elk's first skull and it collapsed in shock.
She knelt by the beast, gnawing on its second skull with her left hand. Something in the distance shifted its weight, a rustle that sounded quietly in Astrid's ear and made her look up with the eyes of a predator. A bear, heavily plated in some sort of osseous plates and spurs, with long and serrated claws. It looked hungry, very hungry, however so was Astrid. She stood with an aggressive snarl, left arm swirling angrily as it digested the mutant Elk. The bear took a cautious step forward, a low growl in its throat as it sized up the girl. "Nuh-uh! Mine!" She shouted, the words grating against her throat. "Go find your own." The bear took another step forward, growling louder.
The Wilds weren't forgiving, something was always trying to swoop in and steal her food. She loved it, it wasn't a mistake you can make twice. The bear charged, a guttural roar of action as it tried to maul the small girl to the ground. With a light jump, she flipped into the air, her feet above her head and seemingly floating for a moment a few odd inches above the bear. Its neck was heavily armored by the bone spurs, but her claw tore through it all the same. She ended her jump and landed to the side of the bear, where she was met with a swipe of the bear's talons across her abdomen.
It's head barely held onto the body by a slab of meat and fur, jaw moving in mute frustration. She'd severed it's neck but the bear seemed less than put off by this. The slashes in her stomach started to close themselves using stored biomass. Astrid tackled the bear, clawing into it over and over again, her manic howling echoed throughout the Wilds.
It was silent, broken only by the occasional crack of bones as Astrid ate. She wasn't sure how many other things she'd eaten since the bear, or even where she was. She did know whatever she was currently eating wasn't nearly as tasty as Bear. "At least it sated my hunger," she belched as if annoyed with the thought.
Her clothes were ruined yet again, blood-soaked and torn, and she'd let her mutation take her on a bloodthirsty rampage. Astrid sighed, her left hand finally reverted to normal and been properly bandaged to hide its unsightly appearance, sitting on the half-butchered torso of Puma. She'd packed up what meat she could to take home and cook, but there was no way she could transport it all. "I Wonder how far out i am this time...." There was nothing for it, and she followed the signs of carnage, heading back to one of her makeshift camps.
The setting changes from Obsidian Wilds to Crow's Wallow
The elderly shopkeeper rushed from across the empty shop, in uneven hurried steps, to take her bowl and set it in an empty sink. Ein smiled as she left, "Thank you Gina, lovely meal as always. See you tomorrow." Gina nodded as Ein left, but didn't say anything. That's why Ein liked her shop, it was quiet and efficient.
Most of Crow's Wallow, however, was not quiet. With monsters lurking outside the front door, too many people crammed into a small space, mutants servings as lifelines, and being one of the last cities to still stand, how could it be? When the noises outside the city went quiet, it would thrum with the activity of its people. It was a unique sound, one that Ein's Father would often sit and listen to her with until late in the night, back when he was alive. It was one of few sounds she'd grown to love, and it almost made the chaos afterwards worth it.
Anselm voice echoed throughout the city, and there was an uproar of children cheering for their impromptu mascot, Skitters. Normally she would be upset about the mutant taking up residence in her town, but the children loved it and if it kept them away from her... Well then maybe he was a necessary evil. After all, it kept Anselm on his toes, which was more than she could do.
Ein checked her twin-blade, making a minor adjustment so it sat comfortably but was also still seamless to draw. She adjusted her collar and started heading in the direction of Anselm's voice. Hopefully he's not terrorizing the people again. Though I suppose with all those scars... The thought elicited a smile from her and she hummed to herself as her boot-heels clicked along the uneven pavement.
The streets were a mess, things strewn about, signs dented and people clamoring to each other. Anselm stood in the middle of all it, speaking to a peace officer. To the poor man's credit he was trying his best to deliver the ticket, but it wasn't wise to upset a Hunter. Anselm shouldered through the man, ignoring him almost entirely. Ein frowned, clicking her tongue as she walked over to address Anselm. "Skitters again? You know you cause more damages than he does. It would probably be easier on your wallet to just start buying the thing lunch." Her lips turned up at the corners, unsuccessfully trying not to smile while she teased Anselm.
As Akina stood on the huge wall, he watched as Skitters climbed up the tower before running off out of sight and the angry man on the street who had caused a lot of damage while chasing her.
"People are strange." He muttered as he walked along the wall. He looked over both sides of the wall, the small city inside the walls and the vast unending sea of green that spread out on the other side. He'd been out there a few times, though never very far, for hunting. It seemed hunting was the only reason some of the purists in the city even tolerated him. The wilds seemed to call to him. He often wondered what things were like on the other side, apart from the monsters that lurked.
The setting changes from Crow's Wallow to Obsidian Wilds
Poison would have kept looked but was alerted by a sound off in the distance. There she focused on two auras one humanoid the other in the shape of a bear. The fight was brief and she watched as the bear's aura went from colored to black void.
"Interesting..." Poison mused
Poison watched as the humanoid walked off and decided to follow them for a while. She jumped from the tree spreading her wings she took to the air. She glided downward and pulled up as reached the treetops. Flying low her wings flapping lightly she moved to to follow.
The beasts, regardless of size shrunk away from the source of the melody, giving a wide berth to its originator: a massive form who gradually emerges from under the muck, long black hair dragging out across the earth connected to an obscure monstrous body of gray, black, and white. A long maw held agape, an expansive grin of teeth, large enough to swallow whole even a horse, perhaps. What happened after its escape from the marsh, as with each step upon dry land, with sickening wet pops and cracks of bone and joint, the creature's form contorts wildly, its body compressed down with, until it was nearly the size of an average human.
The hums became softer, more beautiful, as the creature now stood to its feet... the creature, now appearing as a woman, excess hair reforming so she is draped in a black dress, both eyes gleaming, as she marched forward barefoot against the moss and grass. There was no doubt in any beast's mind, this woman was something formidable: the Sanguine Witch, Bellatroix. A long striped black-and-white barbed tail retracts its blade, and slowly slithers up her spine like a serpent, completing her transformation. It would be annoying to endure such a form, so crunched and... limited... but, it would be the only way she'd finesse her way to her destination, behind those wooded walls. Well, there was another, but it'd hardly be civilized.
There were... others, in the forest that garnered some attention from the flesh weaver, shifting her eyes slightly from the devices of man. Of particular, there was something distantly familiar, nearly nostalgic of a baser era. "Ah, perhaps finally there is an echo..? T'joy or t'pity?" she asked in a low voice, left to only the winds to answer. With a dismissive bat of the eyes, she smiled, and continued to hum her sweet, morose melody.
Kaza figured not, as he jerked the rod out of the water, away from a snapping gator. He began to yell at the reptile smacking it repeatedly with the rod over the head. "Dammit Rodney!!" he chastised the gator. "You do this every gad dang time i come 'round here and I ain't makin another one of these ya bastard!" He gave the gator a hard poke right in the eye and gave him a very evil one of his own, as the gator sourly surrendered and retreated to the black depths of the marshes. "Stupid lizard thinks he gon get me one these days..." he mumbled to himself as the darkness of the overhead canopy began to swallow both him and his makeshift raft whole.
Kaza suddenly shot up, ripping down his hood and letting his long ears perk up. That sound! He had heard it here before, but never so close... Never so haunting. He had to see what it could possibly be, after all, maybe it was a damsel in distress, who desperately wanted rescue from a daring and dashing swamp folk like he. Heres hoping, at least.
The scene Kaza found himself gliding up to on the back of his raft was not that. He had arrived just in time to have both his eyes widen as he watched an unworldly transformation take place directly in front of him. He crouched low on his raft, grabbing a nearby tree to stop the motion as he watched what seemed to be the very swamp itself forcing itself into a sentient body. His mouth was agape as he haphazardly hid behind the tree, watching the figure take on a more ocularly pleasing form as the humming became more human, more ethereal.
Though the full transformation didn't exactly take a large amount of time, it was definately enough to distract him from a very irate Rodney silently gliding towards the back of his raft.
"Ah, perhaps finally there is an echo..? T'joy or t'pity?"
God, Kaza had some questions, but wasn't sure if he should even ask them, or if he should just leave before the thing killed and ate him, like most things in the swamp would like to do. Before he had his answer, he felt a violent rip at the back of his raft, and the sound of visceral splashing and wood splintering. He looked back to see rodney, who apparently had finally been smacked for the final time. Now visible and audible to all, the usual master of stealth became a swamp attraction of his very own.
"GOD DAMMIT RODNEY YOU SUMBITCH!! WE'RE BOTH DEAD NOW YOU STUPID..." He grabbed for his trusted bowie knife to send Rodney to the afterlife, plunging it into the gators skull, which seemed to not phase the beast at all. "Rodney you stupid..." He groaned, pulling the bloody knife out of his head as he took a swipe at Kaza, very nearly getting his arm. Rodney then grabbed a hold of the raft again, and began what gators do best: the death roll. This threw all of Kaza's traps, full and empty into the swamp, and Kaza himself flying towards the very creature he was attempting to spy on, splashing down into the water with a yell of major dissatisfaction as he broke the surface of the water.
"GAAAH!" He yelled, trying to jump straight out of the water as a very happy Rodney began to swim towards him. He scrambled as best he could for the nearest bit of land he could see poking out of the swamp, just barely dragging himself up on the shore before Rodney could take him down for good. Still brandishing his knife, he waited for something, anything to happen. Rodney was coming, and surely the swamp creature knew he was there by now. Hell, he was looking right at her. His hand nervously gripped on the knife handle as the log shaped creature came closer and closer through the water at him. "You gon' be a nice pair a shoes for some city folk Rodney! I ain't scared a you!" He bared his teeth.
KA-PLOOSH
With a loud splash, a spray of swamp water, mud, and muck was sent into a tidal spray everywhere around. Mixed in with this muddy swamp strew, were tragically bits of Rodney as well, sticking to her, the trees, the ground, and the unfortunate cat man next to her.
For a moment she let her massive claw lay, a horrific fleshy mass of writhing bone, and muscle. The look on her face had become a blank, devoid of feeling, pupils constricted to near pinholes. She slowly looked over at Kaza now, almost creepily, there her eyes and face slowly softened. "Oh," she uttered softly, her claw drawing back to its original shape to her side, uncovering what else remained of the reptile's body. "Sorry, s'pose I could of asked if it were akin first, well, probably not," she says softly, placing a finger to her mouth. "Either case, my manners, I s'pose, aren't as gleaming as they were."
She smiled again, leaning over to Kaza, and quietly offered her hand."No worries, I dun bite... much," she said softly with a coy grin. Her attempt at humor would probably have been appropriate... under different circumstances, not that a beast as her understands tact that well.
Astrid still had some spices and potatoes that she'd purchased from Crow's Wallow traders, perhaps the long night called for a stew. High up in the tree-tops, asleep in her hammock, with a belly full of stew, that was where she needed to be. Hunting knife clutched in her right hand, and thoughts of dinner pre-occupying her mind, she almost mistook the sound of wings beating for a bird's. However they were deliberate, the sound of something large. Her ears perked up, and she swiveled around to face the source of the noise, teeth bared and hissing at the winged creature. Dryad?! All the air left her lungs in an impotent wheeze.
She sheathed her knife as a show of respect, not that it'd be of much use against the Dryad. A little respect cost only a bit of time and could possibly save her a lot of hassle. So she knelt, ready to fight or run as either need arose. Something else was moving not much further out. It shouldn't have stayed quiet for this long, not just from Astrid's rampage. There was something else that the animals were staying away from, she could feel it.
Faint screaming, someone fallen prey to the creatures lurking in the swamp, perhaps a gator. She didn't want to stay here for much longer, or a turf war might spring up. The Dryad had horns and was presumedly blind. Astrid's left hand tingled, the tiny sensation of her mutation. She tried to stop the feeling by squeezing that wrist with her right hand, which found limited success.
"Dryad! I've just finished hunting, as all nature does, I didn't mean to encroach. I was just leaving."
There was no telling what you would find in the Wilds anymore. Everything kept fighting to stay on top of the pile, any niche they could carve out to survive. At this point most Dryads were basically wrath personified, and Astrid tried her best not to attract their ire.
Akina felt more at ease hunting outside the walls of Crow's Wallow than he ever did inside. The moment he was on the other side he felt something calling to him, deep inside, begging him to become one with the eternal green on the other side. He strained his eyes for any sign of the source of this feeling, and he saw nothing. He turned to jump down and go home when he heard screaming and splashing coming from the swamp.
He strained his eyes once more to see a strange figure in a hood doing battle with a gator. In the fight, Akina noticed the figure had a tail, a tail like his own. He was able to get a glimpse into the hood at one point too and saw a feline face. This was enough to distract him from the the other creature in the swamp as he jumped down from the wall and started to run to the swamp. He didn't see the way the other creature took care of the gator nor did he know what was going on, but he felt a strong need to meet the only other feline-like person he had ever seen.
He arrived at the edge of the swamp just as the other creature was extending her hand to help the feline up. As he noticed her he tried to stop, only to slide to a muddy stop in the muck of the swamp. He picked himself up and looked over at the two of them, curiosity reflecting in his big eyes. He smiled, a little embarrassed at the entrance he had just made.
"Ah... Hi. I thought you might need some help, but it looks like you got it covered." He said nervously.
"Huh? What?" Kaza said in relation to her first question. "Nah, oh nah. Ol' Rodney was an asshole. But he knows some real funny jokes.. Hah! Like, like this one!" He said raising his finger, southern drawl however caused to trail off by her continuing. He slowly lowered his finger as she spoke. He had to agree. Her manners weren't the best, but then again, neither were rodneys, or in fact his. Watching as he was offered her hand, and an ominous "I don't bite... much." Kaza seemed to get it. "Oh right!" he said, with a laugh, much less phased than a person should be who just met a shapeshifting swamp creature.
He took her hand and gave it a kiss, leaving a sloppy muddy faceprint on her hand. "Well nice ta meetcha." he said with a grin, before adding "I don't bite much either, that costs extra and people is finickey with they money." he said with a laugh, releasing her hand and looking over towards the wreckage of his raft. Looks like he was a bit stranded, not exactly sure what to do next. "Well, uh. This has been fun'n all, but I..." he was cut off by some rustling, looking over to eyeball a cat man like he who had just popped out of the bushes. He blinked in confusion, this youngun was obviously from the city, but he could have sworn they were far, far out into the swamp. He thought on this to himself, before offering up a sentence. "Eh, I think we do there, fella. I was just takin' my leave, and I believe our fine lady friend was just about to take a bite outta someone." He looked back to her smirking. "Guess its you now, and not me." he said chuckling, before shooting a glance back to Bella.
"Few things can kill a bear with just a knife...by themselves...I had to see the creature that could do such for myself... Your aura looks human... But I know no mere human has the power to fight a bear as you did alone.." Poison stated.
Poison walked a circle around the woman as if examining her. "So girl indulge a Dryad's curiosity... Who...or what are you?"
The Dryad seemed amicable enough, it was here to talk, for now. Your aura looks human... But I know no mere human has the power to fight a bear as you did alone..." Astrid smiled, a look of juxtaposition. Her mutation afforded her a sustainable life out here in the Wilds, but it had come at quite a cost.
"I am Astrid, I'm mostly human. As human as anything that lives in the Wilds can be. The Genetic Arms Race out here keeps us all a little inhuman." She took a deep breath, full of trepidation, before continuing. "Sometimes I get lost in the moment, I don't usually come out this far. I got turned around..." Her left hand started making small designs in the dirt, index finger seeming to move mindlessly.
Try as she might, her left hand refused to be controlled, drawing gibberish on the ground. "D-Do you live around here then? Like, this far from the towns?"
"Ah, so soon, cher? We haven't even properly introduced," she says with a sigh, placing a hand on her cheek, pretending to pout. With a courtesy, she tried to deliver a better ladylike manner. "Perhaps in parting, s'pose. Beau Geste Bellatroix, but, just Bella is nice too. It was a pleasure to meet you, cher. Perhaps... another fun'un sometime?"
She then noticed that another has joined into their gathering, and looking over she saw what appeared to be a feline child. She smiled and tilted her head. "Ah, 'lo there, honeychile, a bit far from home ain't ya?" she says softly, placing her hands on her knees and kneeling down slightly. "Y'do have a home, 'ight?"
"Ah, 'lo there, honeychile, a bit far from home ain't ya?" It was then that the gravity of how far he had traveled in a few minutes hit him. He had barely been able to see the swamp, which meant it had to be at least ten miles away from the city, but he was able to run at incredible speeds and he thought the other feline was in danger.
"Yeah I guess I am." Akina replied looking around and realizing that he hadn't paid attention as he ran here and just set off in a straight line to the swamp and now he didn't even know which way the city was.
"My home is about ten miles ... um ...the way I came. If you can really call it a home. They treat me like a freak just because I don't look like them. " He said with a bit of a frown. Maybe it was because of that he was feeling drawn out to the wilds.
Poison took a step closer to Astrid. "You should be more careful where you roam...Most of my kind are not as friendly as I...." she warned.
Poison watched Astrid for a moment "You can't fully control your powers can you?"
She bit her lip while looking the Dryad over. It was, a magnificent thing to say the least. Tall, proud, and powerful looking. Almost terrible to behold, but Astrid herself was quite a terrible specimen, so she couldn't really say. The beasts around here seemed as willing to eat Astrid as they were wary of her. She smiled back at the Dryad, "I wasn't aware much of anything was friendly in the Wilds. I try to keep to myself when I can, hiding among the tree-tops far from the beasts that prowl on the ground. My name's Astrid.
"You can't fully control your powers can you?"
The Dryad's words were true enough, her left hand went numb and the fingers began to twitch ever so slightly, a sign of shot nerves. It was never good to show weakness in the Wilds. "It's not so much that I can't control them, as they are disorienting. Everything starts swimming, I get memories from lives I've never lived and I start to think like someone else. I'm fully in control, but I'm not fully me... If that makes sense." Her smile turned to a crooked frown as she thought about the last few years in the Wilds, living like a wild animal almost.
Astrid laughed, slightly wistfully as if the joke were in poor taste. "I guess I'm not entirely sure how long I've been out here, time seems to blur together. I'm rambling.... Not many chances to talk out here, haha... Your name? Her hackles began to raise, whatever was making noise in the Swamplands was suddenly more numerous. The Fight or Flight reflex was strongly kicking in, and her left hand clenched tightly together, blood seeping at the bandage that covered it.
"Take a bite outta someone."
"'lo there, honeychile..... far from home ain't ya?"
"My home....ten miles.... can really call it a home."
Bits of conversation floated from out of the swamp, the last voice sounded young, no more than a child. "D-Do you hear that...?" She rose to her feet, taking a few tentative steps towards the noise. There was a child out, this deep in the Wilds, so close to nightfall. She called out to the voices a bit louder.
"H-Hello!?"
The setting changes from Obsidian Wilds to Crow's Wallow
He then stopped, glancing around as if he's lost something, and began itching at his face, casting a glance to Ein. "What 'bout you? Ya notice it, right? The quiet outside? Th' feelin' somethin' ain't right. Makin' me all itchy." He then shrugs his shoulders and clears his throat. "Also, I'm preeeetty sure that cat dun jumped da fence."
She bit her lip, looking uncertain as she continued. "They worry though... I've heard the way some of the town talk about us, we aren't human to them. I saw Akina being made fun of by a group of children a few days ago, he was on the verge of tears. This isn't an unusual occurrence." Ein leaned against a nearby ramshackle wall, sighing about the state of the world in general.
"To be an alpha among predators, one must also become a beast, after all." She mused while eyeing Anselm, unimpressed, he was more bestial than Akina but also more or less a stable adult. Not like Akina, he was young, wild, and a tiger could take the average human's head off with a lazy swipe. Akina was practically a time bomb waiting to happen.
The Chief Hunter brought her back to her senses by addressing the unnaturally quiet Wilds. "Ah, but of course, the calm before the storm." A free hand instinctively touched the guard of her saber, ensuring it was there and ready to be drawn, a calming motion.
"Also, I'm preeeetty sure that cat dun jumped da fence."
"WHAT!?" This was bad, a veritable publicity mess. Not only was a citizen alone in the Wilds, but it was a very impressionable hormone-addled teenage Hunter. Ein wasn't sure who to be most fearful for; Akina, or anyone in the Wilds he might come across while startled. "Finish your meal, then, Chief. We're going to get him, there are a thousand good reasons he shan't stay out there." Without waiting for an answer, she marched to the Northern Gate, boot-heels clicking determinedly as she marched with her hands held behind her back.
The setting changes from Crow's Wallow to Obsidian Wilds
"Well lord boyo, sure can run a while cantcha!? I dunno if I'm even gonna be gettin to my abode without wadin through a little mud." He said with a snort, pulling out a bag of tobacco from his splattered and dirty jacket, rolling himself a cigarette with surprising dexterity. He picked out a ziplock bag of strike anywhere matches, striking it against his leather strap of his satchel and lighting it up.
With his raft now sunken and finding himself in more pleasant company than gators, he looked from one to the other, before finally puffing out a big plume of smoke and went over to give Akina a rough pat on the back. "Ah, the swamp judges no one kid. Screw your town! Ain't never done me no good. Which one is it? Maconville, Dupree? " He trailed off as he took another drag, walking around. "Oh god, you ain't from Dooperville, are ya? God help ya if you in that skin and you're from Dooperville." he said with a laugh. "They hate us kin to the wild round them parts." He looked back to Bella to see what her reaction to all of this was.
"A freak, chile?" she asks, her tone genuinely confused by the notion. She reaches over to pat the boy on the head. "Whatever fer? Yer not that weird at all, t'me, chile. Hardly a bogey like me, f'shure. And what of your ma an' pa?"
She looks over at the swamp feline, feeling bad that she still has no proper name to call him by. For that matter, she had no name to call the boy by either! Was she breaching those... personal spaces people talk about again? "Cher, this... this is normal? Neither ya'll look bad."
With her keen ears, she heard something else in the distance, a voice, and with her senses, she felt presences from the direction of the residence she was headed, and... there was something else, far off for now. She didn't concern herself for now, however, unless they came here, it'd be difficult to ascertain intent.
She was confused. Where was she? Who was she? What was this place? What's going on? What what what what what?
She looked at herself. She stunk. It smelled like... bad. She did not know what things smelled bad, but this did. It was all weird and moldy and broken, and on the broken parts she saw... a color. She could see the same color around her, on the ground, up there, down there.
She sat. She then stood. She wobbled at bit and hand to steady herself, but she stood. The ground color things seemed so small now...
She then looked at what she had steadied herself with. Some big... something. Five opens. Four rollers. Things that don't see but feel against body. A plate, with words. Words? How did she know words?
She could faintly remember... voices. Like singsong. It was so very long ago, before she was... this?
"Ni-ni-ni-" she croaked, startled at her raspy voice. Was that how it was said? She did not know. "Ni- nice - san? Nice-san?" Was that it? She could not tell.
Where was everyone? Were there others like her?
She had to find answers. And so, Nissan shambled off into the woods, not particularly sure what she'd find.
"My parents are ...normal. They care a lot about me, but still I just don't feel like I belong there. The only thing I get to do with other normal looking people is hunt and that's only because of my abilities." He said with a bit of a frown as he looked down at the ground.
"Speaking of which, they other hunters are probably gonna come looking for me soon. I should probably head back before they find me with you guys. They'll probably think you guys are monsters trying to hurt me and fight you if they see you. It was really nice to meet you though." He gave both of them a polite bow before he darted off back in the direction of Crow's Wallow following his own scent from when he left. It would take a little longer to get back with less adrenaline flowing through him and more up-hill running, but he figured he could still make it back before it got too dark out as long as nothing else distracted him.
"Okay, ffffffffffine!" he says, in a rather childish manner, before taking off after her, catching up eventually as she and he exit the gates. He gets somewhat a chuckle though, at the thought of Ein rushing to aid a child. He grins from ear-to-ear, finding this situation more amusing than he probably should. "Gee, Ein, 'ere I thought ya didn' care much fer kids."
Then, suddenly, he stops grinning. There really was something wrong with the forest today, it felt more active than ever, but sounded quiet, it wasn't normal, not the normal he became accustomed to. Then he felt it, something familiar, like an impression from a bad dream. His hair stands on ends and body tightens, his inhuman pupil dilating. He could feel his mutated flesh crawling, getting worse the deeper they get, the feeling emanating from the direction of the swamp. As if possessed, he picks up speed, his expression now blank, unreadable.
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Magnus
The monster that eats the other monsters
Dahlia Eis
a new-ish hunter
Lady Ein Crowley
"We are the last Bastion of Humanity, we shall not fall here!"
Kazajahiir Tavakraan (Kaza)
A dirty mangy cat from the wilds.
Astrid Grünewald
"You shouldn't be here"
Poison
"Once nature was pure...Once so was I..."
Beau Geste Bellatroix
Weaver of her own flesh, the tapestry of her art.
Skitters
"Kreh!"
Anselm Ermenegilde
"Eh... first rule of survival: don't die."
Akina Mateo
"A tiger can't change his stripes
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Beau Geste Bellatroix
Weaver of her own flesh, the tapestry of her art.
Akina Mateo
"A tiger can't change his stripes
Skitters
"Kreh!"
Astrid Grünewald
"You shouldn't be here"
Magnus
The monster that eats the other monsters
Anselm Ermenegilde
"Eh... first rule of survival: don't die."
Dahlia Eis
a new-ish hunter
Poison
"Once nature was pure...Once so was I..."
Lady Ein Crowley
"We are the last Bastion of Humanity, we shall not fall here!"
Kazajahiir Tavakraan (Kaza)
A dirty mangy cat from the wilds.
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Magnus
The monster that eats the other monsters
Lady Ein Crowley
"We are the last Bastion of Humanity, we shall not fall here!"
Kazajahiir Tavakraan (Kaza)
A dirty mangy cat from the wilds.
Poison
"Once nature was pure...Once so was I..."
Akina Mateo
"A tiger can't change his stripes
Astrid Grünewald
"You shouldn't be here"
Dahlia Eis
a new-ish hunter
Skitters
"Kreh!"
Beau Geste Bellatroix
Weaver of her own flesh, the tapestry of her art.
Anselm Ermenegilde
"Eh... first rule of survival: don't die."
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One of the fortified cities, surrounded by walls of stone, wood, and steel, and gated off against the wilds.
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