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Post by okami1reeka333 on May 15, 2018 0:55:50 GMT -6
zavijah:
after a while, the talisman began setting to work, the healing of the wound becoming gradually more and more effective. " I warn you one last time, leave him alone. " zavijah ordered. the men looked at her before looking at eachother, before laughing at the failed intimidation tactic. her ear twitched in annoyance at them, before she noticed the dragonic being starting to try and move, she placed a hand on his shoulder. . . he did attempt to say something prior. . . she sighed. . . she doesn know hao much damage that shaftless arrow did to him. . . so she summoned her great sword. . . just as one of the men fired apon them with her back turned, a loud and terrible pang sounded. . . the bullet even deflecting and striking one of the men in the arm. . causing the one struck to yelp.
The problem with high caliber shots- they rip through the target.
". . . what the hell?" one of them groused in shock and irritation. . . . when the smoke dispersed. . . her great sword was hovering behind her. . before she took hold of it within her left hand. she activated a turtle talisman before slipping the talisman into the dragonic being's possession, before turning to face the group. . . "im sorry i have failed to protect you from harm, stranger. . . . .i will do what i can in order to protect you to the best of my abilities. " she quietly stated.
the one who was shot stumbled back onto his butt, while the seeming leader of the group- the one who shot the two out of the sky- although unnerved scoffed at the child sized target. . . while another of the group became nervous and started to back up. "so you Houdinied a sword from the crevice of whatever you pulled it out of. . . big woop. " the leader mocked. "wanna see a real killer move. . . i swear, your life will be gone in a flash!" he jeered. "a shame you brought a stick to a gun fight, girly."
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Post by kilnarak on May 23, 2018 16:25:17 GMT -6
Ash's gaze shifted nervously between the woman and the others, his wings twitching then beginning to spread open - though the motion tugged on the numb-wound, causing the muscles to twinge uncomfortably. They were talking, the others laughing - he didn't understand why. They had attacked him because they thought he was a monster, hadn't they? He should flee, should fly or run if he could not, but the woman made him uncertain. He shouldn't leave her, though maybe she would be fine with these others - they looked similar?
One of the others leveled its weapon at the woman's back, and he cried out a warning as he realized the man meant to use it on her - the words were drowned out in the crack and boom of the weapon. He flinched at the sound and reached up to grip the woman's hand where it rested on his shoulder - he meant to pull her down so that she would not be struck by the weapon, but the sound of metal ricocheting off metal again froze him.
She put another necklace of sorts around his neck, and his hand left hers to uncertainly grip it. Did it have some significance? Clearly the first held some sort of enchantment. He ducked down when she turned to face the others, holding himself low to make a smaller target. She seemed ready to fight them but he? He was frightened and uncertain. He would be in the way here, like this...
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Post by okami1reeka333 on May 23, 2018 17:16:53 GMT -6
zavijah:
she merely glared at the taunting, hefore she sighed and prepared herself. . .she should have no need to use her full strength. . . perhaps just enough to discourage them. . . but, one will need to bare the message. . . one of the hunters growled and shot their gun at her, only for the bullet to miss, and for some reason , veer away from ash, as if it had struck a large bubble of some kind. . . the turtle talisman- the protection talisman, faintly flashing just prior to the bullet's strike.
she then charged the group, asjusted her grip before batting one of the hunters with the side of her blade. . another one aimed to fire, before she glared back and swung her blade. . . removing the fingers from the hand holding onto the gun's trigger, before the blade suddenly heated and scorched the wounds shut. . . this caused the hunter to yelp and cry out in pain, as the gun tumbled akwardly out of his hand. . . another hunter tried to grab her before she ducked and rammed her heel into the groin area before rolling away. . . placing herself, once again, between the dragonic being and the hunters. . .
the hunter that had lost his fingers held his hand and shook in pain and anger. . . glancing up at the small one. . . " i removed your fingers as a warning to all of you. . . leave him be, or such will not remain the only limbs lost to this vain venture of yours. " she warned. . .
"you know, your right. . . would be better to grab two trophies for the hunt tonight. " the leader of the group replied in a dangerous low growl. if he was not aggravated prior from the antics of the migit, he was clearly pissed nao. . . Daniel needs his fingers, hao else is he going to be able to get back to work as a salesman!
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Post by kilnarak on Jun 5, 2018 3:12:15 GMT -6
Ash flinched at the sound of the weapon firing once again. He felt the disruption of the air as it shot at him and he tensed, bracing himself for pain. But the shot flew past him instead, driving a hole into a tree trunk instead. He could feel an odd humming sensation in his chest - nerves or some sort of magic? He glanced down at the two amulets tied about his neck with some awe. If it could do that... it must be a strong spell.
He pushed himself up a little, clasping one of his hands over both amulets and holding them to his chest as he watched the woman charge into the group of weapon-toting humans. She was small, but clearly fierce. He scented blood and his gaze immediately twitched to the fingers falling from one man's hand, bouncing against the dirt.
They were speaking again, the woman and the hostile humans. They seemed focused on her, so Ash pushed himself up further, slowly getting his feet under himself and rising to stand. He kept his wings tucked tight against his body, worried that extending them to fly might push them out of the radius of the amulet's protection. He moved slowly, how he had been shown to stalk prey when on the ground so as to attract as little attention as possible, gradually picking his way back toward the tree cover.
Perhaps he could circle around behind them and... and then what? He didn't want to fight them, but he didn't want to be struck again. If he had to, perhaps he could subdue them... or knock their weapons out of reach...
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jun 7, 2018 10:11:34 GMT -6
zavijah:
as the hunters surrounded her more and more. . . she carefully kept light-footed and her eye apon them all. . . it wasnt long, before one of the women. . .angered by the dismemberment. . .with her gun loaded and ready to fire, aimed at the migit. . . the clicking of metal hitting flesh as she gripped her gun was well enough of a warning sign to what was to happen. . . . .little alone, the sound of the movement of her muscles and tissue in the huntress's arm and shoulder as she aimed the gun. . . .
in a blur, within the same movement. . .zavijah looked, as she stepped to the side and closer to the woman, before as a guillotine, her blade came down with an unsettling speed and smoothness to it as she cleaved the woman's arm off and burnt the wound shut with her aura as the blade passed her shoulder. . .
the huntress attempted to block the blade with her gun. . .but zavijah's Greatsword was indiscriminate apon the ease of slicing through the gun metal and wood, as it was through flesh and bone. the woman stared at the void that was where her arm was. . . a panicked glare apon as if she questioned if what had happened was truly what had played out. . .or if she was in some sort of dream. . . and this was just when the worse that could never of been imagined happened. . . "EMILY! you BITCH!" one of the men roared. . . and just as he aimed his gun at zavijah, she merely repeated the same to him as he did to emily. . . . by side-stepping his shot and cleaving through his shoulder. . . . except this time he was not prepared to try and block the attack. . .
what kind of big man like him would have to protect himself against a little monkey like her? he dropped down to a knee and cried out in pain as he cringed and grasped onto his newly formed stump. .
Again, as zavijah cleaved through the shoulder, she used her aura to burn the wound shut. . . " drop your weapons. . . or i shall continue to disarm you, myself. . . "she growled. her voice, despite the situation, was calm. . . . she was angered, but calm. . .
non of the hunters took her seriously despite two of them loosing an arm, and one of them loosing a finger. . . .
haoever,
she had all of their attention. . . so she prepared herself for the next attack. . . one of them was reloading their gun, while another opted to pull a knife. . . and 3 others opted to aim their guns at her. . . . the leader, who then decided he was also going to reload his gun, opted to pull out his special shot. . . a special made bullet he had made for going against dragons. . . it shattered the arm of the last one. . . but with this one? . .
oooooh, its going to splatter her all over the mountain side, seeing hao she has no hard scales to contain the blast. . .
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Post by kilnarak on Jun 12, 2018 9:00:40 GMT -6
None of them had looked toward him as he crept aside and into the trees, all of the hunters seemed focused on the woman. That wasn't especially strange - she had clearly marked herself as the bigger threat, slicing off their limbs, though he found it a little odd that he didn't smell much blood. He tried not to focus on the violence, however, or how readily she seemed to attack what appeared to be her own kind.
Still, they outnumbered her, and as Ash circled around he saw that the woman's blade-dance had them all pointing weapons at her. One had a knife, though the others all had those odd black and brown projectile tubes. Ash crouched in the brush, considering his options - the knife he understood, the tubes he did not, but the tubes were likely the larger threat.
He focused on the one that had first spoken - that one seemed distracted, fiddling with the tube. The others were clustered nearby, but maybe, if he angled his charge right, he could knock one into the others and foul all of their plans. He tried to ignore the hard beating of his heart, tried not to hyperventilate. It would be fine, the plan would work if he did it now with adrenaline still coursing through his veins...
Ash broke from the tree cover abruptly, broken branches cracking loudly underfoot. He charged the leader of the group, turning his body to try to shove into the man with his shoulder; but it wasn't to be. One of the others had turned at the noise, and moved just so as to get in his way. The weapon in his hands boomed as it belched forth a projectile and for a heartstopping moment Ash thought he would die. But by whatever magic the woman had given him, he saw the bullet veer abruptly up and to the side, as if it slid off along a clear shell.
His momentum still carried him forward and he collided with the human that had shot at him, awkwardly tackling the man in a flail of limbs and wings.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jun 12, 2018 22:49:12 GMT -6
zavijah:
as two of the hunters pulled the trigger, she adjusted her blade to where the broad side was facing them, just in time to block both bullets. . before the third fired their gun, resulting in a perry. . . this hindered her from charging the main leader, causing her to hop back to build some distance from the three in order to not be surrounded in point blank range by the three barrels, as close as they were standing considering hao and why her previous attacks succeeded so well. . .
this was when Ash ambushed the leader of the hunters. . . to his annoyance, he lost grip of his weapon. . he landed in a manner that actually pinned one of his arms, while the other quickly produced a knife from his vest. he began to attempt to try and use his steel blade to bury into the being's side. . . weather it succeeds or fails to penetrate the scales was always a hit or miss hunting these things. . .
during this, zavijah moved and shattered his gun, cutting it to where the bullet within not only shatter and shrapnel the inner chamber of the weapon, but the blade itself cut long ways along the side of the weapon perfectly. . . before she moved to destroy another of the strange weapons of theirs. . . . cutting through the loading chamber and barrel of another hunter's gun. .
but despite this. . . such was just not enough to divert the attention of the rest of the hunters from Ash and what he was doing. . .
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Post by kilnarak on Jun 13, 2018 10:24:27 GMT -6
The man Ash had slammed into unintentionally lead him barrelling into his initial target. While the first human managed to shove awkwardly out of the way, Ash found that he staggered into the leader of the group. He lost his footing as he struck the man, his tail lashing as he tried and failed to catch his balance, and then the pair of them went down. The lead-human's weapon went flying to the side as he fell and Ash landed heavily atop him.
The man kicked at him, and then punched him hard in the side as Ash tried to grapple him down. The blow scraped oddly against his scales, driving the breath out of him with a sharp shock. It stunned him, at least for a moment, and in that moment the man managed to shove him off. Ash rolled awkwardly to the side, scrambling out of the way as best he could while the leader regained his feet. He heard another boom of a weapon firing and he flinched down at the noise - but like the last few shots, this one struck the magic 'shell' about him and veered away.
As he fled, another hunter jostled him, perhaps trying to stop him. A sharp pain in his side saw Ash stagger, and then the man grabbed at his wings. Startled, Ash snapped out his wings to throw the man off - perhaps a little more strongly than he intended, as the man fell backward, striking hard against a tree and then sliding down. Stunned? Unconscious? Ash didn't stop to check. He took staggering steps away, pain still radiating from his side where the man had punched him.
When he reached cover again, Ash slumped down behind a tree, breathing too quickly, too hard. He felt light-headed, his heart beating like a caged bird in his chest. He finally paused to check where the man had struck him, only to find the hilt of a knife protruding from his side, bright red blood oozing down between his scales. He touched the hilt uncertainly, but that slight movement sent a blinding wave of pain through him.
It was too much. Ash's eyes rolled back and he fainted, collapsing to the ground. The loss of consciousness was paired with the loss of his scales, his wings, his tail - his form blurred and shrank, leaving him soft-skinned and helpless, armored only in the flimsy fabric of his clothing, a hunting knife still lodged in his side.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jun 13, 2018 11:55:13 GMT -6
zavijah:
what seemed to be a tactical attempt at first, became a series of unfortunate events for the poor dragonic being. . . in reaction, she charged the leader as he stood up. . . using the broad side of her blade to bash into the head of the leader of the hunters before he could further persue the dragonic in attempt to knock him uncontious. . .she, haoever was unable to avoid a strike from one of the two hunters who still brandish their guns. . . causing her to stagger abit from the strike in the back of the head. . .
the one armmed man who jousted at Ash, suddenly yelped as he was thrown overhead and slammed into a tree. . . her ears twitched to the sound of bones cracking and breaking, and the heavy thud of flesh and yet, more bones breaking. . . .something tells her that man is not going to appreciate awakening in the morning when the moon sets.
she then swung her glave again, this time cutting this hunter's gun in half. . . this time the huntress allowing the good hit she succeeded against the migit to overwhelm her with zeal and pride. . . .before she slammed the broad side of her blade against two more of them, this was including the huntress in order to knock both of them back and away from where her ally dashed away towards. . . .
her ear twitched to the sounds of an elevated heart rate. . . . shallow breathing. . .and the shifting of flesh somewhere. . . in the foliage. . she frowned, before she grabbed a stench bomb and ignited it, bashed the others whom where near her at the given time further away before throwing it. . . the sudden poof of smoke going off as she delved into the foliage and began to search for her ally. . . covering the group of hunters in a stench so awful, it made the smell of skunk stench seem pleasant in comparison. . . the pepper powered mixed within it made the experience even less fortunate to deal with. . she quietly searched. . .as the sound of coughing, gagging reching, tears, foul language and anger filled the are as thickly as the ungodly horrid smell.
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Post by kilnarak on Jun 15, 2018 8:18:47 GMT -6
The hunters were furious, but fear was beginning to cloud their rage. Most, if not all, of them had been injured in some way, and many were now missing limbs. They wouldn't bleed to death, no, but the gravity of the injuries were beginning to become apparent to them. Their weapons were broken, and prosthetic limbs would be expensive, would never be the same as those they lost.
One of the hunters dropped her gun abruptly and darted to the side, gathering up her own severed hand, and then that of her friend. Others, daunted by the small silver-haired woman's butchering blade, glanced toward their limb-gathering companion and seemed to realize that this might be the better idea.
And then, abruptly, it was as if a smoke bomb went off. The clearing filled with billowing yellowish smoke that reeked of sulfur and rotting meat. The remaining hunters began to gag and cough, many blindly fleeing the stench, though a brave few remained in the cloud, gathering what limbs they could.
Ash was, luckily, in a bush outside of the cloud. He lay slumped slightly to one side in a tangle of leaves and branches, unconscious. At a glance, he appeared near entirely human, if not for the slight, oddly serrated point to his ears. The garments he wore were hardly modern - the dark purple tunic stained dark in a few places with blood, though only torn where the knife hilt thrust out of his side; his loose pants tangled in the branches of the bush, and his feet were bare. His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath, wheezing slightly, though at least no blood spattered out with each breath - his lungs hadn't been pierced by the blade, though it seemed perilously close.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jun 16, 2018 20:33:37 GMT -6
zavijah:
she quietly searched the foliage before she found her ally. . .laying in the dirt, as his blood soaked the earth. . . if it wasnt for his raspy breathing and heavy heartbeat, then she would of been concerned if he was still alive. . . haoever, seeing where the blade was. . .she has no leeway in this situation. . . she carefully pulled the knife out before she used a cloth to hold pressure and pick him up. . . before running away with the dragonic in hand. . .
she can only thank God he was in a human like form. . . although different, his aura was still the same. . . that and. . .he was forgivingly much lighter. . . she could only imagine hao much more his dragonic form would of weighed. . .
haoever. . .misfortune has taken a keen interest in the two as fortune has. . .for although the rest of his group had either decided to pick themselves up literally and scram, or just out right run. . he was not finished yet. . . the leader of the hunting group intended to make the two pay for this. . . all of it. . . .perhaps if he captures them himself, he might be able to sell them off. . . or better yet, make them work. . . his eyes burn, his mouth stings, but his nose was dead from an incident in school at the biology lab. . . . giving him the advantage there. . .
the hunter was motivated more then ever to capture the two . . .since death was a luxury the two prey are no longer worthy of. . .
zavijah's ears twitched at the sound of a set of foot prints still following them. . . she grimaced apon the persistence of the hunter following them. . .so she heaved Ash over her shoulders and hopped up,. . . before reaching a greatly sized oak tree. . . and carefully set the dragonic down. . . checking apon the wound, before seeing if Ash still had both talismans. . . .the turtle seemed clutched within his hand. . . while the rabbit talisman was still around his neck. . .both being passive talismans. . they should still be able to work. . . though, regardless. . .she still opted to pull her med kit out and clean the wound. . before stitching it shut. . . abit redundant, but it will make less work for the talisman. . .
BANG
"whats wrong? . . . . .are you all the sudden afraid of one man?. . . . . " he cooed in a twisted and angered manner. . . . prideful, wrathful, sadistic. . he was looking into the trees, and glancing around in the pockets under root systems, but did not seem to be absolutely sure as to where they were. . . her heart sank as she cursed under her breath silently apon the realization she had left a trail of blood. . . . she had dragged Ash to his death. . . or worse, should this man find them. . . . . she then noticed this man had a strange metallic tool. . . similar to Stenson. . . the nose of it smoking as it remained in the air. . .
but what in God's name is it? . . . .
" i see one of you is hurt. . . . .i'll tell you what; why dont you come down from the trees. . . and maybe i'll give you or your friend a ride to the hospital. . . " the man offered. . she stayed quiet. . .not wanting to draw attention to them. . . though. . . perhaps. . . . . if she could lure the man away. . . give Ash a chance. . .
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Post by jarahamee on Jun 17, 2018 1:08:43 GMT -6
"THITH IS THE POLIBCE! PUB YOUR WEAPON DOWB AND PUTH YOUB HAMBS UB!"
A monstrous but loud and reasonably clear voice rang out from somewhere unseen. No human could have made that sound. Then, suddenly, he could see the being; a unnaturally huge black wolf-like creature with strange, wrong-looking limbs and a disheveled, scarred hide. The edges of the monster blurred into the dark forest as it loped closer, its burning greenish-yellow eyes were filled with the manic excitement of a hunting predator. Barely legible in darkness, a black, bulletproof vest with a gun and something else strapped to it, a badge, and, embroidered in white, the letters "WDSA."
Somewhere, a good pace behind and in no particular hurry, a moon-pale, tall man followed through the gap in the trees, wearing full formal uniform, including sunglasses at night. His gait was precise and delicate, though deliberate, like a machine. He carried something large, tilted against his shoulder with one hand, and a large briefcase in the other. He seemed more than happy to let his 'partner' talk, despite being better equipped for the job. A police radio at his side crackled softly with a faint transmission. His neat shoes were muddy from the long walk.
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Post by kilnarak on Jun 18, 2018 11:17:35 GMT -6
When the knife was removed Ash's eyelids fluttered as if they would drift open, but then remained closed. A fresh gout of blood oozed from the wound, staining his shirt and the cloth pressed to it. The Sival didn't wake, though thanks to the healing charm, the flow of blood quickly lessened as the wound began to slowly knit closed.
The loud report of the man's weapon saw Ash's eyes open, flinching at the noise. He flailed weakly, confused about where he was, about what was happening, but Zavi managed to get him to still before he attracted the hunter's attention. "Svaklar re yth?" he murmured, his voice very small, quiet. He gripped Zavi's arm, holding onto her uncertainly.
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Below, the pale man had stopped a few paces behind his 'police dog' partner. His expression was fairly blank, although there was a slight disappointed down-turn to the corner of his lips. Truthfully? Alessio was fairly annoyed.
They had gotten a call from one of the clinics the night before, something about a group of poachers hunting supers in the protected mountains around the city. The department got these sort of calls far too often for Alessio's liking. The modern laws saw the punishment for such acts as little more than a slap on the wrist - a fine, perhaps a bit of jail time. Hardly enough to put a stop to these idiots who continued to break the law. No, he missed the days when mutilation was the price - poachers were thieves, after all, and thieves didn't deserve their hands. Thieves needed to be marked so that they would be known on sight.
Perhaps a more fitting punishment would be to see the criminal hunted, as they had hunted what was not theirs. He allowed himself to imagine Cassius chasing the fool through the woods, canine jaws tearing the man's flesh apart. Ah, he missed the good old days. But his partner would never do that now that the laws did not condone that behavior. Still... perhaps the man would fire at them? Firing at an officer was grounds for stricter punishment... But whatever his preferences, certain protocol had to be followed.
"I suggest you listen to him," the pale man's voice was cool and calm, aristocratic.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Jun 18, 2018 12:40:47 GMT -6
zavijah:
she cringed in pain when there was a sudden booming voice that thundered through the air (to her, since well, stupid heightened hearing), before her head snapped towards Ash suddenly grabbing her arm. . . she took a moment before she sighed, and patted his hand to try and calm the poor dragonic. . . .before she quietly turned her head back towards the scene unfolding below. . . . .the 'polibce'? who were they? . . . glancing down at the strange symbols and insignias apon the vest of the talking dog, they looked similar to Symbols Stenson wore. . . she had a good look, she pinned the poor officer during the confusion before such was cleared. . .
oooooh, perhaps it was another accent? . . . similar to the one Stenson held, or Sara, or Samuel? just as there accents were slightly different. . .
the man tsk'd at the arrival of the police. with a slide of hand, changing the ammunition for silver grade. . . . .his eyes were on fire metaphorically from whatever that stink bomb was from prior, and he reeked of it- the smell would make skunk stench seem pleasant in comparison- but this didn drown out his willingness to get what he wants. . . if he must gun down abunch of police impersonators, so be it. " well, well, well. . . more lamb to the slaughter. . . well, monsters, rather. " he replied. before opening fire apon both officers. . . "they will be pleased to hear four supers hit the dirt!" he roared.
his aim wasnt as keen with a pistol as it was with a rifle. . . but the one shot that would of hit a vital spot on the wolf, and missed the vest, something metalic zipped from above, clacking against the bullet as it stabbed into it and spun out of control somewhere towards the sidelines.
"SO THATS WHERE YOU ARE HIDING!" he continued in wrathful zeal, grabbing his second gun to aim it towards the trees. . .
zavijah blinked after throwing the small knife, before patting Ash's hand and gesturing him away from the fight towards another tree. . . keeping a hand on his head so he would not pop his head into view of the hunter. . . "hopefully his attention is shattered enough to spare the other two of injury. . . " she silently stated.
[minor edit: hunter still smells like stench bomb]
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Post by jarahamee on Jun 27, 2018 1:25:15 GMT -6
Cassius duly noted that his orders were ignored; worse, civilians were in danger.
The werewolf moved to attempt to avoid the trajectory of the shot, lurching sideways in an unnatural snapping motion as he bounded towards the scene. His thickly furred coat seemed uneven in the flash of moonlight this area illuminated. His limbs moved strangely, even as they met their marks as precisely as any natural-born wolf.
More than he had anticipated. He should have called for back-up. He smelled blood. This was the scene of a battle. There had been many humans here, and many more to hunt down when this matter was seen to.
He picked up speed, finding his opening, and lunged towards the foul-smelling Hunter-leader, aiming to grab and pull at his aiming arm with his jaws and throw him off balance. A nightmarish sound formed in his throat as his feet left the ground and he sailed towards this clearly unhinged person.
Cassius was hardly the person to talk; he enjoyed violence just as much as this man likely did, he had simply funneled it into productive means. This man was a parasite, a thug, and a likely murderer. It was time for this to end.
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