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by Cypherxk2 on Fri Oct 07, 2016 5:34 am
Obsidian was about to respond when he heard what he knew was an animal in pain. He bolted, streaking by Arturo and his fox friend as his rosary started rattling loudly. His anger could literally be felt through the air in turbulent waves as he sprinted into the woods. He didn't even seem to be touching the ground as he ran.
All animals he encountered scattered, crying out with surprised fright at the massive malevolent air he was extruding. Vaguely, he didn't blame them at all. Who'd want to stand before a vampire whose aura could only promise a slow and excruciatingly painful death to those who were sensitive to it. He knew subconsciously the seal of his rosary had been overwhelmed by his sudden burst of emotions. He would be rendered unconscious once he calmed down enough for the seal to reactivate. He'd be out for a few days but it was better than the alternative of him blacking out and implementing a scorched earth policy on the town and the surrounding woods just because he could.
He found the animal, a female deer, in a clearing downwind of some bear caves. He knew instinctively this was a trap since he could see five hunters surrounding the stricken doe, whooping and congratulating each other on finding the perfect bait to lure out the beast. He felt his fangs pricking his lower lip as a gutteral snarl almost exactly like Arturo's wolf self when angered exploded from him. He was among the new batch of hunters before they even registered the sudden lack of wildlife sounds.
"Catch you fuckers at a bad time?" He quiped humorlessly, killing two hunter with a pair of knives he had pilfered of them seconds before.
The next hunter, the most experienced of this group, actually had time to bring his rifle to bear and fire. It didn't matter as the barrel the rammed skyward, sending the bullet heavenward as the hunter had his head completely ripped from his shoulders. The fourth one found himself being savagely mauled by a bear as the final one was cowering in the nearby stream.
Obsidian, stalking toward the cowering hunter, threw the head of the decapitated hunter at him. The urge to kill the moron was incredibly strong but he wanted to send a message.
"Go home," He roared, causing the hunter to recoil as he looked up, "There's more than one beast in these woods now. Tell your buddies that they better stop sending parties out here unless they want to start finding bodies in the town!"
He was practically screaming at the top of is lungs into the hunters face. Grabbing the hunter by the throat and wrenching him into the air, he let the hunter have all the built up frustrations he had accumulated today.
"By the way," He snapped, hurling the hunter fifteen feet downstream, "Tell your buddies that a vampire just declared it open season on all armed imbeciles in these woods."
He watched the hunter go, snatching the decapitated head as he went. His rage started to cool after the hunter was long gone. At the moment, he didn't care he put a target on his own back. He was used to being hunted. It was really nothing new to him.
Retracing his steps, he found the mutilated remains of hunter #4. He noticed that the bodies of hunters 1 and 2 were missing but he didn't care. He was focused on the doe, which was really young now that he had the chance to look. He instantly knew she couldn't be saved when he saw the bullet wound in her neck. The bullet must have hit an artery considering the about of blood everywhere. He took time to bury the doe the best he could. It was the least he could do as far as he was concerned.
He started feeling heavy, the seal of his rosary reestablishing itself. He swayed slightly as he started walking back to the cabin. He faintly saw Nyx's shadow as the falcon flew overhead. He stopped, looking up as Nyx flew behind a tree ahead of him.
'There's my good deed for the day,' He thought dimly, collapsing onto his back as he lapsed into the darkness of his mind, 'Now someone else can play hero, for all I care.'
As he lost consciousness, he heard a girl's pained voice cry out to him.
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