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Post by qhostqrowls on Nov 9, 2016 12:19:28 GMT -6
Kail almost stopped in surprise as the pale creature leapt in front of the human, protecting the man from his vicious attack. His claws met smooth white skin, only leaving shallow scratches as he shied away. It was strong and still rippling with changes - he needed distance if he was to fight it. It's blood was viscous and thick, strangely goopy as it trickled down the creatures side. He lungedm aimed a bite at his shoulder, his curved, strong fangs glinting in the dark. Its spindly legs, morphed into a strange amalgamate of claws and hooves, smashed down on his shoulder, shoving him backwards and into the rough bark of the tree. His head hit it with a thunk, sending the world spinning.
"He said stay"
It's voice was soft, young, yet with an undertone of forcefulness and power. The wendigo didn't respond, instead wiping away a bloody nose and standing with a snarl. The demon had merely charged him, given him a warning of sorts. A feint of power. He, however, was not one for warnings. A more kill first, talk later kind of super.
He crouched low, a growl rumbling in his throat. Long claws rushed towards its head, aiming for its oily black eyes. He wanted to know how this thing tasted. A sudden burst of blindingly bright light stopped him in his tracks, causing him to stubble backwards, shielding his eyes with his hands. His ears were high and alert, but the dogs incessant barking and the ringing in his ears rendered that sense useless as well. A mixture of the demons blood and the deer corpse saturated the air, so scent was also off the charts. "Fuck!" He snapped, swiping blindly at the air in front of him, hoping to hit anyone and anything. Any creature unlucky enough to be in the way would have some very nasty wounds to deal with.
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 10, 2016 4:12:47 GMT -6
Taconin was... relatively unphased by the physical damage the wendigo did to him. Blood flowed like thick, black oil from the gashes the humanoid had made in his hide, but he could always close the wounds, could find something to fix himself with. It hurt, but not badly, and it wasn't as if his heart, his core, was in danger from the blows. He pushed at the wendigo, trying to shove it back from the human - sad man, his friend had been killed - and seemed to succeed at least for a moment.
Then the creature lunged at him again, claws clacking against Taconin's bony head, catching in the ridge near his eye, hooking there. He shifted the orbits back almost unconsciously, moving them away from the claws that sought to pierce theme. That would be unpleasant, wouldn't it? Perhaps he didn't need eyes. He considered that a moment, but before he could make a decision one way or the other a thing happened.
That thing was a burning at his back, his hide smoking and bubbling under the barrage of light. Taconin loosed a sudden high pitched scream, wailing in shocked pain as it burned him. It seared past his shoulder and reflected back at him from the wendigo's face, blinding. With another shriek the child-demon skittered away, his form shifting and melting away from the painful light, seeking out the more soothing shadows of the forest.
Why had the sad man burned him? He had been protecting him! His form darkened to near black as he drew shadow and night about him, wearing it like a cloak. He made himself smaller, taking on a form as close to 'natural' as he knew: a dragonlike creature roughly the same size as the shepherd dog that barked nearby. Sharp spines protruded from his back like the quills of a porcupine, framed by two membranous wings. His tails writhed like agitated snakes behind him as he hunched down in the dark, his posture that of an animal wounded but ready to lash out if approached.
Why? The thought-word sought out Aaron's mind, confused and hurt. I was helping.
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Post by MP on Nov 11, 2016 23:20:29 GMT -6
At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Blinking away spots from the strength of his own flashlight, Aaron only saw the long claws hook into the hollowed sockets of the creature's face. At the thing's shriek of pain, he gave a yell of frantic anger and ran forward. Forget bringing in the wendigo - he needed to shake off the maneater and get the kid-thing out of here, get it to the medics back at the road. But it recoiled from him, melting and shrinking like he'd upturned a bucket on the Wicked Witch of the West.
Why? I was helping, it said plaintively into his mind.
He hadn't recognized the dark extremities as shadow until it closed over the pale body like a cloak. He glimpsed bubbling skin, and the lights hovering before the wendigo's eyes flickered as his focus slipped.
"Oh Jesus," he said, reaching out to it as he tried to keep an eye on the maneater. "I didn't mean-"
Aaron had to duck out of the way as the wendigo struck out blindly. The flailing claws missed his arm by inches - a blow that would have taken the limb off.
"That's it - last warning!" he shouted at it. The effort of concentrating through movement and speech, compounded with Sara's barking and panicked guilt from his own blunder, snuffed out his lights. He couldn't use the flashlight again. He didn't want to use the taser if he could avoid it. But he was running out of options, and he had to end this.
Aaron edged away from the others, shooting a warning look at Sara. His back met an oak with a soft thump as he retreated, and he risked a quick glance behind him. His heart thundered so loudly in his ears that he didn't even hear the sound of distant voices calling.
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Post by tsukikoko on Nov 12, 2016 8:02:23 GMT -6
Of all the things Sara expected to happen, the shadow creature rearing up to fight off the wendigo had certainly not been one of them. Whatever it was, it seemed to morph and shift with ease, turning into something that, if she wasn’t mistaken, scared the wendigo just a bit. She was glad of the interference, as it pushed Aaron out of harm’s way, though apparently it was to be short lived.
Her work mate shone an extraordinarily bright light in the direction of the two beasts, a good idea it would seem, given how the wendigo hissed and covered it's eyes. Until the shadow beast also lurched backwards with a shrill cry of pain and ran off to the shadows. It’s ‘skin’, if that’s what it was, looked as though it had bubbled and smoked from the light. Aaron had burned it! For just a moment, Sara’s half-crazed barking ceased as she turned her attention to the now-draconic-looking shadow creature. Her paw raised, a whine escaping her mouth as she made a move to run to it; she wanted to help it, soothe it, before realising that without the creature’s help, the wendigo had nothing but the beam of light between it and Aaron. A light which, as she thought about it, there was a shout from her work mate and it winked out.
She swung back towards the emaciated humanoid. Though apparently blinded and very disliking of the torch beam, the wendigo had continued to swipe at the air, those lethal claws a reminder to everyone that the humanoid was still a very real threat. Now even that safety net was gone, the creature would no doubt be able to see again soon and try to tear Aaron apart once more. Sara made a few steps forward while the wendigo was (hopefully) still blind, intending to pin it against the tree.. or distract it... or, something! But as she moved the dog caught sight of a look from Aaron. He was warning her off. Despite how much she disliked it, a combination of knowledge that he had more combat experience than herself and instinctual loyalty from the dog breed, made her stop her forward advance. Yet that same instinct wanted to defend Aaron. Her gaze shifted to Aaron as she faltered, one paw raised off the ground, caught between warring emotions and thoughts. One ear flickered back towards the many voices now filtering through the trees; they were close, perhaps only moments away, at least a team of six. Her attention, however, had been distracted away from the threat, a threat she was currently nearly directly in front of and half turned away from.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Nov 12, 2016 9:29:24 GMT -6
A grim smile stretched over Kails face as he heard the demon let out a cry of pain, the scent of burning flesh and sulfur radiating off the creature. His long claws had not hurt it, even as they hooked into its eyes, but light did hurt it. The officers attempts to blind him had burnt the shadow demon, hurt it more then it had hurt him. And then suddenly, the light stopped. Turned off, as the human said something, comforting and apologizing to the demon. Ugh. He blinked rapidly, but all he could see was white. Confused and furious, his claws sliced through the air, but missed the human. He felt the brush of cloth, felt the heat from the mans body, but he still missed. Damn it.
"That's it-last warning!"
Kail let out a humorless, bitter laugh at the mans almost indignant, but mostly angry, tone. The human had spunk, he'd give him that. But he still really, really wanted to kill the man. Slowly but surely, he was able to see again. Blurry shapes, at that, but his vision was returning. Movement flashed in his peripherals, and he swung around to face the dog yet again. The large shepherd slowly swam into focus, seemingly torn in between attacking the wendigo and following the humans orders. Kail once again showed his teeth, this time with the full intent to kill. The animals antics had been amusing at first, but now he was just angry.
His meal had been interrupted, he had been tasered, blinded, that demon had attacked him, and-
The sound of a group of people running towards them reached the wendigo sensitive ears. Frantic voices, about six or seven of them. Backup, most likely. Backup with tasers and guns and they would kill him or worse, capture. But the human and that dog were still alive. The ones who started all this. Whipping back around, Kail aimed a kick at the dog, sharp hooves rushing through the air, eyes narrowed with rage and bloodlust. If he made contact with it, he would bite it, tear it's throat out, make that incessant barking shut up. That would piss the human off, wouldn't it? The officer looked after and protected the shepherd. Knowing humans and their emotions, killing it would hurt the man more than if Kail tried to kill him.
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 13, 2016 17:56:30 GMT -6
Taconin loosed a low keen and melted back into the trees, hiding in the shadow there. Its touch was cool and soothing to his blistered hide, and he could afford to soak in it a little longer. He could taste something like regret in the air. The human hadn't known the light would injure him, but he knew now. It wouldn't happen again. And from the dog came a whiff of something more like to human compassion than anything an animal might feel. That was interesting.
I can help again, if you ask, the demonling offered the thought-words to Aaron. Just another patch of shadow in the dark, his eyes focused on the wendigo - merely watching for now. He didn't want to rush in and get burned again.
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Post by MP on Nov 22, 2016 14:41:12 GMT -6
For an instant, the clearing fell utterly still. The heads of the stag and the dog lifted as one to stare into the dark. Aaron raised his head too, eyes dark with frustration as he watched the wendigo's ears prick and swivel this way and that. He needed it to charge him, not spook and run. Who knew how long it would take to track it down again, and how many more would it hunt in the meantime?
Aaron hesitated and then shifted his weight. He didn't dare call out to Sara and risk startling the wendigo, or else stray too far from the tree - a wendigo was faster and stronger by far than a human, and he would lose either race. But he could risk a feint, maybe. It shouldn't take much to provoke the creature into attacking him.
I can help again, if you ask, came the child's voice. Aaron's eyes flickered to a patch of shadows, and he nodded in brief, apologetic acknowledgement.
Even as he glanced aside, the wendigo lunged. Aaron bounced back against the tree at once, glaring and ready. Then his heart dropped with horror as he realized the wendigo wasn't coming for him. He sprinted forward with a desperate yell, the plan abandoned.
"Sara, MOVE!"
But the maneater was faster - so much faster. Even if he hadn't lost ground with his backward spring, Aaron could not have reached the dog before the wendigo.
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Post by tsukikoko on Nov 23, 2016 7:40:57 GMT -6
The seconds that followed Aaron's exclamation of 'Sara, MOVE' passed in a strange, horrific sort of slowness. It gave her chance to witness every detail, every crease of rage on the face of her aggressor, the shimmer of light across it's skin, the darkening specks of blood... She turned back to face the wendigo just as the creature swung a kick in her direction, shifting her weight purely as an instinctive reaction, rather than from any fighting knowledge. The hooves missed her face as she moved and sliced instead into her shoulder, staggering her with enough force that she bounced off the ground, landing sprawled on her side with a pained cry. Her paws dug into the soil, trying to push her back onto her feet, but already the emaciated humanoid was chasing her, intent on killing her. The sight of that creature, the evil in it's eyes, made her blood run cold.
As she tried to scrabble backwards from the demented creature Sara continued to yelp frantically, terrified by the dripping fangs getting ever closer, aimed for her throat. She was saved only by the reaction of her tail, which quickly curled up and underneath her as a dog's would; however, given its size, rather than coming to rest on her belly it lay across the whole of her body, covering her neck and face. The dagger-like teeth of the wendigo bore into the scaly flesh of her crocodilian limb with such ferocity her yelps turned to screams. Terrible, agonised screams of an animal caught in pain and terror. Despite the scaled hide, the wendigo tore into her. Blood flowed freely, pain shooting though her body both from the throbbing shoulder and her savaged tail. Yet with the adrenaline came a peculiar clarity, colours and smells were sharper, crisper. More terrifying given her situation. Her body vibrated, taking on a strange wobbling consistency, a sign of imminent change, but a corner of her mind fought the shift, tried desperately to control it. If she changed forms now, her terrified mind might place her in the form of a prey animal, which would only put her in worse danger, give the creature chance to tear her to pieces.
Her body twisted, jaws snapping as she tried to latch on to the creature attacking her. Sara wasn't a fighter, hadn't been in a scrap bar a few from her childhood. But this was different, if she gave it even a few seconds this thing was going to kill her. Sara had no clue what to do to help herself and simply allowed the base canine instincts to take over. She rolled, scrabbled, bit, thumped her tail into the ground. Anything to shake the wendigo, hurt it, make it stop. She fought like a thing possessed, knowing just how much she had to lose to those horrific claws and teeth.
She didn't want to die.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Nov 23, 2016 13:27:49 GMT -6
A sadistic satisfaction flowed through Kail as his hoof sliced across the dogs shoulder, causing it to tumble backwards like a broken toy, limbs flailing. He had missed the eyes, but the more harm inflicted, the better. It tried to scrabble to its feet, with the speed only a panicked, cornered animal could muster. But the wendigo was faster, with an edge of supernatural interference as he leapt for the canine. At the sound of the humans broken, desperate shout, just for the fun of it, Kails features altered midair, shifting more towards his really feral form, even more cruel and animalistic and cold then before. Pupils thinner, eyes darker, antlers sharper. Just for that extra touch of malice. Oh, he was going to enjoy killing the dog, but the true joy would come when he could move onto the sobbing human, taunt him with his loyal pet's bloody corpse. After all, the taser had hurt. The dogs wide eyes gleamed in panic just as Kails teeth were about to close over its jugular, flinching away, tail tucked between its legs-
fuck
It's tail. It's damn crocodile tail, thick and long and covered in hard scales, whipped up to cover it's throat, changing the snap of his jaws from fatal to just extremely, very very painful. It was screaming, a horrible, desperate sound, as Kails huge fangs sunk deep into the softer side of its tail, ripping clear through the flesh until his teeth met on the other side. Hot, thick blood gushed into his mouth, both the shepherds and his own, as the rough scales scraped against his mouth while the dog skittered and shied away, yelping the whole time.
He ripped away too, claws hooked deep into the scales, a crimson arc of blood splattering like rain onto the grass. The tail was tough, but not invincible, still able to be mauled, torn and broken. The wendigo let out a hiss and recoiled as the dogs long teeth sunk into his shoulder, dangerously close to his throat. But the animal was frenzied and in shock, the grip was sloppy and loose. A lucky shot.
Teeth gritted, he ducked away and lunched again for its tail, talons scraping roughly against the open wound on its tail. The thick stench of its blood masked the scent of the rapidly approaching backup and the little darkness demon; he was too occupied with trying to kill the shepherd before they arrived to try and run. He would kill this dog, even if it killed him as well.
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 24, 2016 3:45:40 GMT -6
Taconin skulked back in the trees, watching the man. And then, when the wendigo launched it's assault, his attention shifted to focus firmly on the dog. The emotions that came off of it as it fought, as it struggled... They were stronger than any animal emotions he had felt before. It was so afraid, it hurt so much, it didn't want to die. The taste of tha pain and fear was like sweet honey pooling on his tongue, but it made him uncomfortable as well. A dog shouldn't feel that. And the man, he was distressed. He didn't want the dog to die either.
And then there was the wendigo's rage, its sadistic pleasure. Those emotions played counterpoint to those of the dog. They were less palatable, but not entirely inedible. Taconin let the emotions seep into him, filter through him, let them bolster his strength even as he took bits and pieces of what was around him - dead leaves and bits of branches mostly, decaying plant matter, few insects. If he was closer to the dead deer... but no, it was too far away, it was too near the light. He used the stuff he gathered to reinforce his form, to build it larger, stronger.
He had begun to shift away from the almost-deer shape that he had taken into something else, something distinctly predatory. The general build of the body was feline, but his skin shifted and hardened into numerous scales, plating his limbs and his belly with armor. His blackened legs shifted from odd clawed hooves into hand-like paws, each tipped in long, sharp claws. His neck sloped down sharply from his shoulders, his head taking on a saurian set, one set of horns lengthening and curving forward like hooks. His teeth rearranged and lengthened, forming sharp upward-thrusting tusks to either side of his jaw, and long sharp fangs from the front. Wing spanned out from his back and his tails wrapped together and fused into a single length tipped in long, sharp spikes. Father's form struck fear into human hunters, perhaps it would work on nonhuman ones as well.
Please turn off the light, Taconin's voice murmured in Aaron's head a moment before a pale version of Marchelute's Beast barrelled out from between the trees, wings flared and mouth agape in a roar. The 'flames' that spilled from his maw were black and cold, more smoke than fire. And then he was upon the entangled wendigo and dog and he lowered his head to butt the monster with his curved horns, loosing another loud roar as he did.
Father! His thought voice was cast wide and far, reaching for a specific mind but broadcasting clear enough to any other who might listen. There is another predator here! It wants to hurt the light-man-officer! Of course, it had wanted to hurt him too, but... well. That hadn't seemed as important. He considered a moment, trying to decide if he should mention that, then added instead: I am trying to fight it! What should I do?
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Post by MP on Nov 24, 2016 4:48:28 GMT -6
Please turn off the light, said the voice in his head. But Aaron couldn't hear. He was screaming as the wendigo tore at Sara, the sound mingling with the dog's screams as he ran for them. If he'd had the claws and fangs of a super, he could have torn the wendigo to pieces. If he'd a gun, he could have happily emptied the entire magazine into its skull. But he was only a human, and the pale child-thing was already there, ramming the maneater back. Instead, he skidded to a stop beside Sara and used the strength of his frantic anger to drag the dog clear.
"Sara don't move - god, I'm so sorry," he moaned, stroking her side unthinkingly as if to soothe a true dog. He didn't dare do more than ruffle the fur in case of breaks. "Stay still, let me see." He tried to calm her, keep her still and gauge the damage.
Pale at the sight of the mangled tail, he took the coat from his shoulders and did his best to apply pressure. He was equipped for combat, not first aid. But he just had to staunch the flow of blood until the medics got here. And help was coming - was almost here. He told her so, shushing and comforting in equal measure.
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Post by Marshmallow on Nov 24, 2016 5:51:54 GMT -6
[ooc: Hope you don't mind one more for the madness c: Taco called in Daddy reinforcements, lol. But if this is one player too many, I can delete this. Just too perfect a chance for monster battle~]
Marchelute was coasting upon the high mountain winds, far above the rolling treetops, when his adopted child's soundless voice crashed across his thoughts. While not exactly frantic - he wasn't yet certain Taconin could even feel fear - the young demon's voice still carried a sense of urgency. Taconin was somewhere out there, among the trees. And there was a predator..? Attacking an officer?
'What kind of predator? Are you hurt?' the elder demon asked, focusing the thought on Taconin. It had been strange getting used to communicating like this, but in a pinch, one couldn't deny the convenience.
From a distance, echoing over the foothills, he could hear screams. Animal screams. He normally wouldn't give them a second thought, except perhaps as an easy meal... But coupled with Taconin's abrupt call for help, they suddenly took on a much more frightening implication. As it was, recent events had left him... on edge, putting it mildly. He'd spent his past several days trying to unwind, relax, recover. The last thing his nerves and hair-trigger feral self needed was the suggestion of his child in danger.
'I am coming to you. Help the officer if you can, but stay safe.'
Great wings beat harshly against the wind as Marchelute turned, angling toward the sound of the screaming. Ordinarily he did not seem like the fastest thing in the air, but when a situation called for speed, the old demon was quite capable. As he closed in on the location, the scent of blood struck him like a bolt. His lip curled and an ominous glow lit up the brand on his chest. Below, he could see a light shining between the trees, and more at a distance weaving through the darkness toward the same location. Back-up for whoever this officer was, he figured. Marchelute wasn't about to assume the best of strangers in his woods, and certainly wouldn't leave Taconin's safety in their hands. The moment he had a clear view, saw the ghostly pale imitation of the Beast, tangling itself with less familiar outlines, he tucked his wings and dropped from the sky like a stone.
He crashed down into the clearing with a bellow, narrowly missing the unknown monster currently trading blows with Taconin and a.. dog? He didn't care what it was, whirling on the threat with a snarl, eerie green light shining through the lines between his obsidian scales. Heat rolled off his body in waves, filling the air with the scent of wood-smoke and brimstone.
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Post by tsukikoko on Nov 24, 2016 7:42:32 GMT -6
Sara had never experienced injuries and distress like this before. Her blood pounded in her ears, muffling Aaron's scream as he tore towards them. But he wouldn't get there in time, the creature was too fast, too set on murdering her. All she could do was struggle and snap half-blindly at the creature still ripping into her flesh. She could smell her own blood, the stench of her own fear, could taste the foul beast that she had bitten on her tongue. That thing. It's DNA was inside her now, part of her. She hadn't wanted it, but she had to fight, had to use her fangs because what choice did she have? The wendigo flashed across her vision as a ghastly, gore-soaked visage, tearing the wound in her tail ever larger as she watched. She couldn't shake it, couldn't focus enough to try to fight it off, it was going to kill her, she was going to die, she didn't want to die, shedidn'twanttodie.
Suddenly the weight and fury was shunted off her, sent staggering away by an unknown force. But she wasn't safe, the danger was still nearby she could smell it, could feel the hatred burning into her skin. Everything hurt, the world was spinning, she couldn't get her limbs to work properly, couldn't get out, couldn't get...
There was a warm presence around her, dragging her across the ground. Sara continued to writhe, howl and struggle even as Aaron took hold of her. She was scared and in pain, only aware that something had hold of her and she was unable to register what it was. As his hand stroked her fur she rounded on him and clamped her jaws round his arm before she realised who it was. The face of her coworker swam into sharp focus, worry clear on his features. She flinched back - luckily her teeth hadn't broken the skin by the time she did - and licked where she had bitten him, whining an apology. Now that she wasn't fighting for her life, she felt cold. A bad sign, she was aware. She shivered, trying not to move and panic further while Aaron did his best to help her. His presence was calming, familiar amongst the chaos. She continued to whine and lick, though she couldn't make the words she wanted to say; No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have interfered, I put you in danger, now you're having to help me, I'm sorry, are you hurt? Please be ok, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. If it hadn't been for the battling creatures nearby she would have turned back to her human form, which at least would provide her hands to help with; but she remained a dog, still feeling marginally safer covered in shaggy fur and with a mouth full of crushing teeth.
Without warning, something massive, scaled and utterly terrifying smashed its way into the clearing. Sara-dog shrieked and pushed backwards, her weight pushing into Aaron as he tried to tend to and comfort her. If it hadn't been for him, she likely would have sprinted into the forest in a blind panic. As it were, she sprawled half onto him, her mind clouded by fear and agony but wanting to get him and herself away from the unfolding monster battle.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Nov 24, 2016 8:39:11 GMT -6
[OOC: nah, it's totally fine to see Marche come in!! Thanks for joining haha~]
The furious snarl rumbling in Kails throat stuttered off in surprise as a huge, demonic beast burst from the shadows, all horns and teeth and smoke. Bullish head lowered, it roared and charged, black fire sparking from its mouth, rolling like smoke off its pale skin.
"Father!" The psychic shout reverberated through Kails head. "There is another predator here! It wants to hurt the light-man-officer!" Shit. Out of every creature he could have fought, why did it have to be demons- With a earsplitting crash, a huge, humanoid demon landed in the clearing, scales glinting like obsidian as he roared. He had seen the same demon in the mountains, and had stumbled across some of its kills. The young super had kept clear of the larger, older predator, as he knew very well that he was invading the demons territory and eating its prey. But if it didn't know he was there, what was the harm, right? A wendigo's teeth and claw marks were similar to that of a wild animals, so he guessed that the demon had dismissed the mangled deer and human remains as the result of wildlife.
The young super yelped in pain as the pale kid-demon rammed into him, throwing him back several feet. Spitting out a mouthful of mouldy leaves, he whirled back around, ears flattened against his head, icy eyes narrowed to slits. He didn't want to fight against two demons, but no way was he letting them push him around. It would probably end in his defeat, but well, the proud wendigo would rather die standing then live on his knees.
Hooves scraping the ground like a bull, he backed up a few feet, ears forward and alert. He charged again, unnaturally fast, aiming for the weaker? pale demon. Sure, the kid had taken on a large, powerful form, but he was younger, so most likely less experienced. An easier target the what seemed to be a centuries-old demon. He swung his antlers in an arcing slash, aiming once again at its eyes. If that didn't work, he would grab it's horns and attempt to grapple it to the ground, hopefully throwing it into the older demon and kick them both over.
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Post by kilnarak on Nov 27, 2016 6:22:47 GMT -6
Man-shaped, but not. It knows fear, and hunger, and rage. Taconin answered Father's questions to the best of his ability. Truly, he didn't know what it was, at least not what it was called. 'Predator' seemed to be enough of a descriptor for it. No, not hurt. Not really. But it tried.
Taconin's horns connected with the thing, striking with the blunt back of them rather than the sharp points. He didn't kill, not if he didn't have to - both because this was not Prey, and because it was more efficient to keep prey alive but afraid. He didn't need physical sustenance, after all, not really - dirt and mud could make a body just as easily as meat could, and a dead thing couldn't feel, couldn't fear. But perhaps he could make it hurt without killing it?
Taconin had only just begun to consider that option when Father crashed down from above. He had felt the old demon coming nearer, kept track of him mentally. Best to know where Father was. He withdrew a pace as Marchelute whirled on the wendigo, rearing back on his hindlimbs and tail to look up at his Father.
Father! We can- His thoughts abruptly spiraled outward in start, a noise more like a honk than a roar escaping his shadowy maw. The wendigo had launched at him, had struck his exposed chest, its own antlers piercing his hide, pushing deep, deeper. It was... startling, to say the least. And it hurt, although that hurt was mainly for the vicinity of the blow than the damage dealt. His core was in his chest at the moment, roughly in the place of a heart, and the things horns put pressure on it.
Taconin's shadow-dripping paws found the back of the wendigo's head and gave a push, trying to dislodge him. His wings flared out and beat, trying further to push away. He reformed his innards, brought his ribcage in deeper, made the bones dense and hard, moved his core down, through his belly toward his hips and tail. Once the new cage was made he softened the outer set of ribs that the creature's horns were trapped in, let them splinter and break, disintegrate. It would push in deeper if it could, but perhaps it would make it easier for him to push free?
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