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Post by Pearl Dragon on Jul 19, 2019 19:21:11 GMT -6
Distant howls, bloodcurdling screeches, thundering roars....all these sounds had struck Kira as hair-raisingly strange. She'd huddled in the shadow of a tree, terrified at first, at least until the sounds had ceased. When the stopped, the silence was so abrupt and unsettlingly calm, that she'd almost wondered if she'd just imagined the sounds from the very start. Then, after a few minutes of strained, tense listening, her curiosity had slowly begun to push its way to the forefront of her mind.
A "disease" from her childhood, Kira had often found herself weak to the tempations of Curiosity whenever it reared it's ugly head. She knew it was probably a bad idea, hadn't she just been cowering in cold fear at the sounds she was hearing? But of course, they weren't there anymore, right? What had happened? What was it....
Moments later, she was airborne, and sooner still, she found herself perched on a treebranch looking down at the most peculiar of sights. The witches hut sat below her, a lumpy mound of earth and wood, neighbored by a mound of what appeared to be carrion-ridden flesh. The corpse was huge, covered now in crows and vultures that picked eagerly at the bloody masses. Kira stared fixedly at the dead thing, trying to identify it, but soon let her gaze slide to the hut as her guesses all came up dry. She didn't know what had happened here, but the more she watched the dark, motionless hut, the more her curiosity convinced her it was all over and safe now. She inched forward and soon pushed away from the branch in a soft glide towards the hut. Her landing was quiet, barely disturbing the birds pecking away at the corpse, and edged towards the front entrance of the witch's abode. The interior was dark, nothing stirred inside, and soon she pushed the wood door open with an earthy creak. The smell from inside washed over her, a combination of thick dried mud, herbs, and plenty of other odd, unsettling fragrances. The small voice in her head tried one last time to urge her away, but she did not listen. Instead, the Burbat slinked inside, hunched and looking about the darkness with wide, gold-rimmed eyes as her eyes adjusted and shadows parted to reveal the hut's interior.
It was a cluttered mess. The main entrance led straight into the primary area of the hut. A large round, wooden table occupied the center, the ground was a mossy, muddy carpet. On the far side, the wall opened into the blackened mouth of a fireplace that glowed with the last of a few dying embers nestled underneath a heavy iron cauldron. Every other space was covered with hanging herbs, dried carcasses of miscellaneous animals, shelves of bottles empty or full of liquid, and parchment rolls and old books stacked in messy piles climbing almost to the ceiling. The only other room in the hut could be seen through an earthen archway, and Kira soon found herself making her way quietly in that direction. As her vision adjusted, she saw that the room was a cramped bedroom of sorts. The ceiling here was lower, maybe only 6 feet, and was occupied primarily by a mound of straw that vaguely took the shape of a bed. Here the smells were strongest, and Kira's ears flattened momentarily as she covered her nose with both hands. Her eyes scored the room and eventually settled upon a shelf just above the bed that held more bottles. Except....these weren't like the others. They held a liquid...perhaps....but as she looked at them, the liquids would shiver, leap up from the base of the bottle into a thick dark mist, push at the cork only to fall back down in a silent sloshing motion. The bottles themselves were still, so what was making them move?
Curiosity, ever present, urged Kira forward. She placed a timid hand flat on the lumpy "mattress" and pulled herself up to better reach the bottles. Her silhouetted stretched along the wall, reaching with thin arms to take the bottle. Almost as soon as her fingers touched the glass, the substance inside flared and boiled, grasping at the Burbat's feeble mind. Kira seized the bottle, pulling it down to stare into it. Its motions pulled at her eyes, hypnotizing her. There she remained, clutching the bottle in a crouched, hunkered posture in the center of the mattress, tail and wings tucked close to her body. Her mind felt suddenly blank, and whisperings soon enveloped her ears. Calling her name...calling her soul.
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Post by tsukikoko on Jul 20, 2019 9:52:42 GMT -6
Massive paws tread near silently across the lightly dampened soil, retracing steps towards a decrepit abode that could just about be called a hut. Tsu was glad to see carrion birds circling and descending, partially because it meant he didn't have to dispose of the corpse himself and partially because it meant the natural order of this place had not been so thoroughly disrupted as to interrupt natural processes. He had watched and sensed the demonic presence scatter into the wilds and if anything did remain, it would be so small as to be consumed by the scavenger spirits, so the birds were under no threat of infectious possession. Still, the werewolf knew he had a lot of work ahead of him to return the area to a harmonious state.
The mound of earth and wood that had once housed the witch came into view, but at the fringes of what had been her home, Tsukiko paused.
A huff of breath misted in front of his face as he scented the air. His tail rose, hackles bristling along the back of his neck. Something stirred inside the witch's hut, something that set the werewolf's senses on high alert and threatened a rumbling snarl deep in his chest. Golden eyes fixated upon the hut. The birds and their associated spirits, having now realised the werewolf's presence and the threat of rising violence, scattered into the night.
It wasn't long before a large, black wolf stood in the doorway of the hut, head high, tail up. He could smell something else in the hut, something new.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Jul 20, 2019 10:17:51 GMT -6
Kira's eyes remained fixed on the bottle, its shape a smooth stretched teardrop of darkened glass, hearing not the scrambling flutter of birds wings and cawing crows nor the padded footsteps of the wolf now looming in the doorway of the hut's main entrance. She was still as a statue, small frame still bent over her newfound prize as she watched the hypnotizing, swirling mist inside. It was black as night, but in her eyes it almost seemed to glow. It was an inviting sight, warm and tempting, beckoning to her. Her fingers grasped the glass a little tighter and she brought it closer to her muzzle as if to peer further into the depths of its contents. Her name was still audible in her ears, a soft whispering that urged her to open the bottle.
"Come and meet me...I'd so like to meet you...you're so lovely, won't you be my friend? You'll never get in trouble again, you would be mine and I will never punish you! You want that, don't you?" It said in a delicate, droning manner.
Kira nodded slowly in a trance. The room around her was already blurring from focus as she listened, fixated, to the voice and yet she didn't even stop to consider that this alone could be forbidden. She held the bottle out about midway and slowly moved towards the edge of the bed. Eventually, she stepped down and hunkered now on the ground, her fingers barely gripping the glass surface. Ordinarily, her heart and nerves would be racing, but she felt oddly calm and still...
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Post by tsukikoko on Jul 21, 2019 18:16:13 GMT -6
Nose twitching, ears forward, Tsukiko drew ever closer to the source of his aggression. Saliva pooled in his mouth, part excitement, as the instinctive thrill of another hunt washed through him. Yet still there was the.. other. A scent that could easily spark his prey drive, certainly, but it was not dangerous and otherworldly like the presence that had first caught his attention. Experience told the werewolf that he should not charge in blindly, lest he kill one who could be saved, or be taken off guard.
When he was but a step or two from the bedroom door, the tattoo beneath Tsu's fur began to glow a pale, misty light, that illuminated the otherwise dank interior of the witch's hut. One eye remained bright and golden, while the other filmed over with a sheen not unlike that of the night sky, even lit by pinpoints of starlight. He saw between both worlds, spirit and physical layered over one another as his senses seamlessly understood them. With his muzzle decidedly smooth, despite how each steady beat of his heart pounded in his ears and violent heat surged beneath his skin, Hemming moved into the bedroom doorway and looked inside.
At the small, hunched creature within, the wolf simply stared. He traced the lines of the winged one's body, watching as her essence was pulled towards the bottle in her tightly clasped hands. It writhed and pulsed towards her, reaching. He knew not how long she had been hear, nor whether she would hear him should he try to stop her. Yet still, he had to try at least once. Without knowing what this creature was, he couldn't be sure how well they would respond to intervention, should he have to prize her spirit away from whatever was trying to lure her in. Even rushing forward, snatching the bottle in a whirl of fangs before the presence within could escape, posed injury risk to the winged one, or even it dying of panicked shock. He had seen that happen before.
A man took the wolf's place in the next second, voice calm yet most certainly commanding. "It would be best, to put that down." Tsu closed the gap, ready to snatch the offending vial from her hands if he could. "Now."
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Jul 21, 2019 18:44:45 GMT -6
Kira's breath came and went slowly, mouth open just a little as if in awe at the bottle. She grazed one claw across the glass, wanting to know what the promises this thing would fulfill would be like. The shadow that fell over her went unnoticed by the Burbat, but the mist inside was already picking up in agitation at the wolf's appearance. It kept its hold calmly on the Burbat's mind at first, but then it began to let go. Was it afraid? Regretful? It might have seemed, but as the demonic entity slowly drew back from its prey, the Burbat's awareness then began to lift. Slowly, that calm demeanor would become fragile once again as old habits took their place back in her mind. She blinked at the bottle, realizing it was withdrawing and touched the glass again. Was it mad? Did she miss her chance? The thing inside was addictive, and she didn't want it to go away...
That was when the voice spoke behind her. The sound was like a hammer to her ears, unexpectedly loud after all the silent whispering she'd just been enveloped in.
"Now." The sound of the last demand jolted Kira's body like a physical blow, and she startled into a spin of panic to see who had found her. Already, that cold dread had bolted into her heart, warning her that this was it, she was caught. The bottle, meanwhile, twisted in her hands as her claws lost their grip on its surface. The entity inside swirled downward at that exact moment, all part of its plan, and forced the bottle into a fast drop where it then shattered half a second later at Kira's feet. The Burbat yipped, tried to back away, but was immediately engulfed in the black shroud that burst from the glass remains. She tried to shield her face to no avail as the entity passed straight through. The next moment was a blur of seizing muscles, a cold liquid-like air that streamed down her throat like a winter gail, drowning her voice and pushing her consciousness to the back of her mind like a large hand. To the werewolf, it would have looked as if the Burbat were taking a deep breath, inhaling the dark mass like smoke against her own will. Her body arched back as if in a spasm of pain and then forward in a doubled-over posture, grasping her stomach as if she were to be sick. Kira gasped, blurred vision struggling to look at the man in front of her, trapped between fear of being caught and what had just happened. She would apologize, beg to be let go, that she would never do it again. She even tried to throw herself to the ground, but found....her body wasn't moving. She tried to close her eyes, but found she was looking out of her own eyes as if they were windows. Instead, her retching ceased and her lips peeled back to reveal small, rodent-like teeth. Her eyes swiveled up at the man, and to Kira's horror, she stood and opened her mouth in a growling screech. As she struggled to regain control, the entity threw her back to the edge of her mind and held her there. She was helpless.
"Come to claim your prizes, eh wolf? Thought you'd take some of old Gretchen's prisoners for your own? Stupid dog!" Her voice said, graveled and unnaturally doubled as if two voices were speaking over one another. Two slender barbs then began to extend threateningly from her wrists.
My sorry, please, Kira means not that! She tried to cry out, but her words only resounded in her own head.
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Post by tsukikoko on Jul 25, 2019 4:55:36 GMT -6
His command hadn't had the effect Tsukiko intended. It seemed the little creature was even more skittish than he thought, that or the entity within the bottle had interfered in some way. He certainly thought the bottle had fallen quicker than it should have done. But the werewolf didn't have time to dwell further on his actions or the outcome, because the winged one had already been swamped by mist.
Even as she doubled over the werewolf was coming forward, his height increasing slightly, features morphing into a blend of human and wolf. While still, for the most part, human, the man's face now had patches of thick black fur and his hair had become more of a mane that spread down his black. Each finger sported a wickedly curved claw at the tip, while his teeth appeared too large and sharp for his face. Hemming did not want to give this entity any room to manoeuvre, he knew from experience that the longer a host was caught, the greater the damage. The more difficulty in a safe extraction. A part of him, the violent, predatory nature within his core, considered simply tearing apart what could be considered prey and having done with it. But the man rose to level out his urges. He was a beast, yes, but not a mindless one.
When the possessed creature spat at him, Tsu didn't deign it with an immediate response, but instead reached forward to grip at the back of the winged one's neck. His movements, though quick, had a deliberate and composed air, as though he were simply scruffing a cat. He didn't know if she could fly, but restricting her movement was high on his list of priorities; the last thing Hemming needed was to be chasing her through the woods and wasting time. "I'm not claiming anything." He stated calmly. "Had you left when the bottle smashed, talked instead of spitting insults, I might even have set you free, but now look at what you've done." The werewolf's voice, already impressively deep, lowered even further in pitch. His tone held an authority that bordered on supernatural, an ancient force that stood tall over the entity that had dared to possess the body of a mortal and cross a threshold that should never be traversed. "Leave your host. Or I will force you to."
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Jul 25, 2019 15:51:32 GMT -6
As the man advanced, the Burbat's lips trembled upward into a half snarl. Her arms rose as if to strike but was suddenly immobilized as a strong hand closed around the scruff of her neck. The skin of her face pulled back in an almost comical, stretched grin full of sharp rodent's teeth. Harmless, at least as she was held in place. Her possessed body panted with hissing breaths, and her eyes strained to look in his direction.
The demon roiled inside of her mind, furious with the sudden loss of movement. It rampaged through her head, shoving her own consciousness around as it went like an angry child pushing at a helpless puppy just to let off some steam. Kira cowered, avoiding its gaze when she could and pleading with it to stop and to let her go. When it tasted her fear, the demon froze.
"What did you say?" It growled in her head. "You're in so much trouble when this is over." The demon crept towards her, it's thoughts rising over her like a tidal wave. "You will be sentenced to punishment no rat of your kind has ever faced before, and oh, it will be delightful!" Flashing images of her old world suddenly raced towards her, engulfing her with memories of pain and scars from her past. Her own thoughts flinched inward, trying in vain to cry out. The demon shoved the memories at her, eager and ravenous for her fear. And, as she generously provided that fear, the demon laped it up like water.
With a boost in strength, the demon turned again to Kira's motor functions. It grasped onto them like someone grabbing the wheel of a car and forced its will to it. On the outside, Kira's arms and legs jerked as if shocked before her hands shot upwards towards the man's wrists. However, instead of grabbing hold, it extended burs from Kira's own wrists in a stabbing motion. At the same time, her legs then kicked forward as well, delivering two burred kicks towards Tsukiko's ribs. Perhaps if it could catch the werewolf by surprise, it might drop her. The demon hated how small this host was, but it was all it had for now. If it could get loose, then it could easily use this body up until it was done before moving to something bigger and stronger...
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Post by tsukikoko on Aug 12, 2019 12:13:16 GMT -6
The spurs dug into Tsukiko's flesh, tearing through skin, sending a spray of blood and fur into the air. But he did not let go. Not even when further barbs dug into his ribs did his grip loosen. If anything, the werewolf leant towards the burbat, his eyes flashing with a dangerous, violent light. His free hand wrapped slowly around the leg that had just kicked him, squeezing, feeling the soft bones beneath creaking under the pressure. For just a second, his bestial hind brain considered simply tearing the small creature apart, rending the spirit within and being done with it. But the man within him stepped in, providing a barrier of logic and reason that balanced his animal self and prevented him from ripping the burbat in half. After all, from the way he could see her muscles jumping, from the spikes and fluctuations generated from the spirit beneath, he could tell it wasn't the host's fault.
The werewolf's grip loosened on her leg, just enough so as to not be damaging, but without letting go. Already his wounds were beginning to seal over, the flesh knitting together incredibly quickly. "No more chances." His voice, low and absolute, left no room for argument. Tsu drew the burbat's leg towards her second one, forcing the limbs together so he could grab both ankles with one, massive hand. From the werewolf's shoulder, a silver glow began to appear, threading its way across the tattoo imprinted there.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Aug 13, 2019 17:01:31 GMT -6
The demon grinned savagely as Kira's burs buried themselves in the werewolf's flesh. It reveled in the shower of blood, even opening Kira's mouth through the scruff to try and catch a few drops before the wolfman leant towards her face. The demon's grin faded slightly as it caught the rage in the wolf's eyes, but quickly brought it back in place.
One of the man's free hands wrapped threateningly around one of Kira's legs, earning a soft whimper from the Burbat's thoughts as the grip tightened enough to make the bone creak. The demon turned its sights inward and pushed the discomfort almost instantly onto its host. The painful ache was immediate, and Kira's mind bent away from the sudden sensation before slilently begging with the man in vain.
"No more chances."
Would he do it? Would he actually end the pathetic little thing? The demon chortled at the tightening grip as if it tickled, a wheezing hiss of sound that sounded more like a panting whistle than a laugh. If the man lost his temper and rent the creature limb from limb, the demon had already decided it would not be a debilitating loss.
"Go ahead, dog. You can't handle being poked? Does that make you angry? This body is worthless, how great would it feel to break it in half? Feel its bones crack like twigs in your hands? Maybe we could share a meal? You can have the mess, and I'll have the soul. Sound like fun?" The demon taunted, tempting the wolf-side of the man's rage. It wanted him to lose control, even if it meant losing the host. At the very least, the demon could still make a quick getaway if the host died. That did not, of course, keep the entity from wanting to have fun. To see the man torn between rage and self-restraint. The demon winked Kira's eye at the man and then quickly withdrew from the forefront of her mind. With a hard shove, Kira's conscious was forced back into control with a sudden jerk of motion. She gasped, smile vanishing in a cry of despair as she seized in the werewolf's grip and thrust her arms out as if grasping for purchase. With a weak attempt to draw her aching leg towards her, she realized her legs were now also pinned at the ankles. Her eyes searched the man's face with pleading terror.
"P-please, my not mean to! M-my want t-to help, be good! Kira not-..not-..gngh-" Her words were cut short, mouth and throat still working as if to continue speaking but no sound came. Her eyes squinted and then rolled back as if in a faint and her limbs once again flinched. The demon had taken its control back. Burs once again shot from the Burbat's wrists and she pulled them towards herself and across her chest.
"Cowardly thing. What a waste." The demon hissed, once again distorting the bat's voice. "You would pity such a useless creature? Oh, but you do look hungry. I can promise her blood would taste much better than that disgusting witch's. How about a sampler?" The left Bur drew close to the Burbat's throat, its point disappearing dangerously into the fur.
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Post by tsukikoko on Aug 17, 2019 14:12:15 GMT -6
With his grip on both ankles secured, Tsu was fairly confident the small, possessed creature could not escape from him. The demonic entity inside had begun trying to rile him, clearly having seen the rising anger in him and trying to twist that to its advantage. His control had slid briefly, but now the werewolf's rage was neatly contained once again. He would not be driven to a violent action by such base tactics. The words rolled off his back as water would to a duck's feathers, barely even registering as instead Tsu directed his efforts to his primal essence, shaping and gathering it for what he would need. The silver light weaving through his tattoo grew stronger, pulsing with energy. The rite he would perform was costly and he would be drained of many of his abilities for days unless he could find a good locus point to rejuvenate himself. But it would be worth it, if he could help her and rid the world of this skin-stealer.
He had to wonder if the demon was unaware of the nature of his kind, how lethal he could be to it, even if it disengaged from the host body and became incorporeal. If the creature didn't know, Tsu had a mind to keep it that way, at least until he had time to perform the necessary rites and free it's victim.
A female who suddenly came back to herself, albeit briefly.
Now Hemming took notice, both eyes focusing on her's. Softening as she tried so desperately to explain. She faded again not long after, but that small victory was enough. His voice was markedly different now; calm, soothing and exceedingly gentle, clearly not directed at the demon. "It's alright little one, I'm going to help you. Just hold on a little while longer, can you do that for me? You're doing well, just don't give up." Even when the demon began to spit and taunt once again, the werewolf continued to murmur gentle encouragement to Kira. It was only when the burbat's own spur headed for her throat that he moved, releasing his grip on her scruff in order to grab at her wrists. All the while he was flicking quick, subtle glances around the room, checking what the witch had stored. He needed the small creature to be secured, as still as possible, in order to get the best results. While he could easily pin her down with his strength, he also needed both hands free and didn't want to risk the damage he might do, or the demon to her body with her own spurs, if he held her down with one foot.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Aug 17, 2019 14:59:05 GMT -6
The bur managed to dig just barely into the skin when the werewolf seized her wrist, pulling it away from her throat. Its tip did manage to knick the skin, just enough to draw a trickle of blood that quickly damped the area around it into a red circle. However, the demon twisted Kira's face into an ugly snarl as it's efforts to enrage the werewolf fell flat.
"Stupid, worthless mutt! Don't you realize I'm trying to give you a free meal? What kind of werewolf are you that you'd favor something as puny and insignificant as this wretch when you could so easily satisfy your natural cravings?" It spat, baring rodent's teeth up at the man. Now it's own anger was rising, and it wanted nothing more than to hurt this wolf as much as it could. With a shrill shriek, the demon threw Kira's body into a twisting, spasmodic tantrum. It could see the man looking around, his tattoos glowing more which did begin to worry the entity (what were those, could he be channeling some kind of magic??). He'd spent too much time in that damned glass bottle, he was not going back. Nor was he going to just let this man chase him from his host.
Kira, meanwhile, huddled as far away from the raging demon as she could. She heard the man's voice, his words pushing past the angry entity that surrounded her and she strained to hear them. "It's alright little one, I'm going to help you. Just hold on a little while longer, can you do that for me? You're doing well, just don't give up." She reached for the words, hoped beyond hope that he was talking to her and not this thing. The demon caught the words too and let out another snarl of curses, shoving a mental hand over its hosts mind.
"Don't listen to him, rat. He's lying and you know it. Once he gets his way, he'll beat you to a pulp, and then we can both share your corpse for our dinner!" It hissed out loud, and Kira's fear spiked. Kira wanted much more to hear the man's words over the demon's. Wanted desperately to believe him. This thing that held her, it could be right too, but if the man had wanted to harm her further then surely he would've done it by now? She dug for courage, something she never thought she'd be able to do and tried to push back at the entity.
"No, he not lie! Please, be no mean, do what saying is the big man! We go free, no be punished bad, no punished at all maybe? Can ask to make peace?" She urged, and the demon flared at her sudden bravery to stand up to him. Even her delicious fear subsided slightly, losing its prior sweetness. On the outside, the demon tried to kick, but the bur in the leg did not extend and Tsukiko's ribs were struck harmlessly with the flat of Kira's foot. That RAT. She had managed to slip past the demon's control to neutralize her weapons.
"Get back! You are MINE now, you hear?" It growled once again, shoving her mind painfully away. The distraction may have been enough, or so she hoped. The witch's room was abundant in old twine, rope, and rags. All of which was old and tattered, but perhaps strong enough to keep the demon from striking with her burs.
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Post by tsukikoko on Aug 24, 2019 12:09:56 GMT -6
The demon's words, spoken aloud for the werewolf to hear whether it intended to do so or not, filled Tsu with both hope and a deep, seething hatred. The host was clearing fighting back and that was good, a fact cemented when her foot connected harmlessly with his ribs, but what the creature inside was saying to her only compounded the werewolf's natural disdain for such entities. He only wished he could tear it out of her faster.
In almost the same second she softly kicked him, while the burbat hopefully still had a measure of control, Hemming moved quickly towards a bundle of old rope in the corner of the room. It seemed like the most likely material to maintain at least the majority of its integrity, during the time Tsu worked. By the time he reached it, the glow of his tattoo had become bright enough to cast faint, moonlight shadows on the wall beside him.
He had to release her with one hand in order to grab the rope, but despite the speed and urgency of his movements, Tsu continued to slowly and calmly talk to the host, "I have no intention of eating you sweetheart, it just wants to scare you." The wolfman released her legs so that he could snatch hold of the rope, winding the length of it around the burbat's still-pinned arms. "It's going to get a little scary, in order to free you I'm going to be speaking in a strange language and there will be some odd sensations, but I'm going to give you control of your body back, okay? Stay still if you can.'
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Aug 27, 2019 16:30:43 GMT -6
The demon wrestled viciously with Kira's mind keeping her far away from the controls of her own body. With its puppet back in working order, Kira's burs now extended dangerously fast, barely missing the werewolf's hands as it tried once more to take a stab at its opponent. To the demon's dismay, the burbat's arms were once again secured and useless. In its distraction with the host, the werewolf had managed to tie her arms safely together.
"Now look what you've done!" It roared in her head, and Kira shrank from the mental voice. She tried to speak, perhaps offer an excuse, but felt a flash of red pain in her head as the entity lashed out at her. On the outside, the entire ordeal may have looked like another spasmatic twitch, teeth bared and eyes glaring up at nothing as Kira's body growled unnaturally.
Kira strained once more to listen instead to the man's words, her desire to believe him doubling. He promised not to hurt her, while this thing inside of her only wished to scare and harm her. She couldn't be in trouble, could she? If he said she would be ok? The demon listened intently to these loud, hopeful thoughts and smiled menacingly.
"She's a bad thing, she is. Did you know that? She's disobeyed many of her previous caretakers. Went against your own command to drop my bottle, and now look at all the harm she's done. She's stolen and sneaked around, likes to eat bugs like the uncivil rat that she is-"
No! Stop, please! My not be bad, be good! Kira is be listen and work like many gatherers, not be-
"She's even tried to harm others of her own accord! Once nearly stuck an innocent man on the beach when she first arrived in this miserable world." As Kira curled, frightened at all the confessions this demon was now spewing from her own mouth, she knew that he wouldn't stop now that he'd found the root of her fears.
"Killed a child, ripped its leg clean off and threw it at an officer. You truly want this thing running free?" He was lying!
Lying, he's lying! Kira not do harm! Kira let little Zavijah go, be sorry to off-is-ers! She tried to cry out, but the demon was absorbing her terror like a sponge. Her body twisted in the ropes, lips now pulling back once more to bare teeth that had begun to double and triple their normal numbers. Where the new fangs grew, her gums bled a black ooze. Blood-like veins began to creep from the edges of her eyes, overtaking the gold to paint her irises a violent red. Her body was turning into something that might match the demon's own physiological preferences. Soon it would begin to multiply her burs. More weapons would do nicely.
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 3, 2019 12:22:45 GMT -6
If the demon's words affected Tsukiko, the evidence of it no longer showed in his face, or the movements of his body. He would not give it that satisfaction.
With the burbat's arms secured, large, steady hands grappled her legs next. He forced them together, noted the directional angle of her spurs and wound the next length of rope further up her legs, nearer the knees. It wouldn't do to have the rope torn midway through his ritual and risk the creature's escape. Still he spoke. "That must have been so frightening, finding yourself in a new world like that. It sounds like you've had a rough time of it sweetheart." The werewolf was as calm as ever, but there was an intensity in his tone, his voice cutting over the demon's despite not rising in volume. "After this, we can talk it out, hmm? Get you something you'd like to eat, even if it's bugs, nothing wrong with bugs sometimes." He didn't particularly believe the demon's words, knowing just how easily such creatures could lie, twist the truth into a mangled, freakish version of past events. But even if she had attacked others the way it claimed she had done, there could be any number of reasons why. Tsu was not about to blame her for it, without knowing the whole story. After all, given those he often interacted with, it wasn't anything he'd not come across before.
Besides, his record was nowhere near clean.
With the demon's unfortunate host secured, Tsu took a few seconds to run his hand over the burbat's head, soothing fur and murmuring gently to her, despite how her mouth continued to fill with more and more fangs. He couldn't waste much time, however and stood not long after, to cast his gaze around again. He scanned the witch's supplies, trusting that she would have the simple ingredient he needed. A jar of small, granular minerals caught his eye, looking to be exactly what he needed. The werewolf snatched it up, feeling the creeping power from his tattoo spreading to his fingertips as he did so. A twist of the lid, a sniff and a quick taste.
Sure enough, salt.
He poured a sizeable amount into one palm, let the particles settle. Without warning, the silvering werewolf drove his own claws into his arm, tore a wound from inner elbow to wrist. Blood pooled, coating the salt held in his hand. Silver light wound around his fingers, seemed to sink into the newly formed mixture.
Tsu turned back to face the burbat. Closed his eyes. Exhaled his breath as a fierce snarl of challenge, accompanied by a gesture with both hands as though he were forcing away something in front of himself. The mixture of blood and salt splattered across the burbat from head to crotch. Another growled breath as he took measured, deliberate steps in a circular, counter-clockwise direction around the bound burbat. Again the blood, slicing a line from arm to arm across her chest. His circular path of steps continued. Five times. He would need to repeat the phrase five times. Galer za da sar. An ancient language. Power etched into every syllable. The beast thrumming in his veins. His eyes opened once again and now they burned with the light of twin moons, as bright as any sun.
{ Galer za da sar - I banish you from this realm }
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Sept 4, 2019 17:56:00 GMT -6
Kira huddled in the back of her mind, radiating fear that the demon continued to soak in like a sponge. The werewolf's lack of reaction was just fine, since the demon was benefiting from its host nonetheless. Although, as the wolfman stroked the top of Kira's head, gently speaking reassurances to her, the fear ebbed away. This earned a rather vicious hiss from the possessed host's body, extra teeth gnashing together in futile attempts to bite at the petting hand. Soon, pinpricks of blood began to appear and trickle through her fur in random spots as additional mutant burs began to break through, growing in a sort of porcupine pattern. Her face split into an evil grin, at least until it saw the man reach for a container of salt. It's reddened eyes grew wide, teeth showing in a gruesome, yellowing glare as it watched the man proceed to pour some in his hand and then cut into his arm to complete the mixture with some of his blood.
The demon let out a howl of seething hatred as the man splashed some of the blood onto the host's body. Almost immediately, its howl turned to a screech, tendrils of black mist-like essence trailing up like steam from the Burbat's skin. The pain it tried to pass to its hosts mind was stuck and the demon instead was forced to bear it all. Kira thought she saw something red through the windows that were her eyes, but her vision was extremely limited. She could only fear the worst, although she continued to cling to what little hope she had.
The demon whipped it's shoulders and head back and forth in a violent attempt to get loose, but the ropes held it in place effectively enough. A few of the extra burs spurred forward, giving the Burbat a spikey appearance. With each verse the man spoke as he performed his hated ritual, the demon felt its growing strength suddenly slacken, while the Burbat's soul began to feel lighter and lighter. Kira felt this almost immediately, like a giant's hand lifting from her mind and she drew in the comforting relief with every passing second.
The demon roared at the man to stop, cease his foolish and vain attempts, but his words went unheard. Kira, meanwhile, dared to hope that things would turn out ok. She reached past the demon's writhing conscious and tried once more to take some form of control, which could be seen on the outside as a rapid flickering of her eyes' appearance between blood red and her normal gold. It was working! With some grasp on her own body returned, Kira risked a simple push, which forced part of the demon's front half out of her body. It might look almost as if a shadowed, misty shape were sitting mostly on top of the thin Burbat's tied form, its surface maybe an inch above her skin and fur.
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