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Post by Pearl Dragon on Aug 21, 2022 18:31:19 GMT -6
The sensation of passing through or even near Bruse might've left the vampire with an odd static sort of feeling. Like a balloon rubbed atop the head and the feeling of hair floating unnaturally or skin prickling slightly. Unease, cold, and not quite pleasant. Still, Bruse didn't seem bothered at all by the vampire's close proximity. His attention remained on the target ahead, watching for any sort of action or aggression towards himself or his newfound companion. The vampire bolted forward, catching Bruse's attention for only a moment as the spirit's gaze flickered towards him then back up ahead. It seemed the other cats and spirits were all funneling towards a hole of some sort in the wall.
“Darnations! They’re escapin’ can ya phase through walls or somethin’? I’m gonna turn into a sugar glider an’ hope they don’t eat me.” August asked back towards Bruse.
"Yes." Bruse answered simply before falling into step behind August. In mere moments, the enormous spirit had bounded across the room, crossing the distance in only a few strides and then through the wall to the other side. He wasn't sure what he'd find there, but he readied himself regardless. He only hoped the vampire would be safe, after his "eat me" statement from earlier and something about turning into a 'sugar glider', whatever that was.
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Post by indeath on Sept 28, 2022 5:42:04 GMT -6
“Here goes nothin’…”
August began to shrink until there was just a furry little creature that to Bruse looked like something between a hamster and a opossum. It was cute and fluffy with greyish brown fur and small black eyes. Much smaller than the cats it trailed after. Bruse in comparison looked like a massive mountain range. August hoped that Bruse couldn’t crush him with his feet. They were intangible right? The cats were very tangible.
Yet still, the draw of the catnip cat was stronger than their prey drive and August was able to follow the feline stream without meeting its teeth. It took a lot of movement of his tiny legs to keep up. He was almost toppled by a calico who rushed up behind him and through the hole. This was going much better than he had expected. He wasn’t even sure what would happen if one of the cats did try to eat him. Could he heal back from that? He shuddered internally at the thought. Then he bounded out of the hole and into the night.
He watched as the river of cats wound over a fence, through someone’s backyard and up the street. It seemed very very far in this form. He looked behind himself at the now gigantic warehouse wondering how Bruse would get out. Hopefully humans in the neighborhood were being their usual no attentive selves.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Nov 2, 2022 15:16:38 GMT -6
As Bruse phased through the wall of the warehouse and out into the night air, he watched the stream of cats and sprites flow out under him, over a fence, and through some yards. He'd lost sight of the vampire, who had gotten incredibly small incredibly fast. He was still unsure of what a sugar glider was, but at the moment Bruse's attention was on the cats. He stepped over them, dwarfing them in comparison and passed easily over the fence and through any objects blocking his path. Despite his size, nothing around him seemed to notice his presence.
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Post by indeath on Nov 6, 2022 21:32:17 GMT -6
The river of cats ran more thickly the further along you went. A few half-hearted calls for Felix or Mr Rafferty could be heard on the wind. Small creatures scattered out of its wake. Surely and swiftly, tails and fur led to a small graveyard. It was old, crumbling and it was evident that it hadn’t had a new resident in many years. Yet this graveyard was full to the brim with felines and spirits dancing along the tombstones. It was like a typhoon centered on a large fluffy white cat with two tails. It moved its paw as if conducting an orchestra, causing spirits and cats alike to move this way and that. A tiny blue flame licked above it growing larger with each movement. It hadn’t seemed to notice the uninvited guests, much too caught up in the strange dance.
August couldn’t help but stare from his small form. He transformed back to his vampire form, still staring at the performance. Mouth hanging open.
“Lawda…Lawdamimbo.. Have ya ever seen anythin’ like it, Bruse?”
He looked to the giant. He hadn’t a clue how to proceed. Cryptid capture wasn’t something you could pants after all.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Nov 7, 2022 15:00:42 GMT -6
As they made their way through the yards and shrubbery of the suburban area, Bruse continued to watch ahead of the flow of cats from his vantage point. The houses and yards trickled away and faded out into forlorn open lots and longer stretches of roads until finally Bruse caught sight of a small graveyard, worn with years of wind and rain. Forgotten in the outer shadows of the neighborhoods that surrounded it. It was the sort of graveyard that might've been as quiet as death itself, if not for the whirling crowd of cats and spirits that sprinted and yowled their way through the crumbling tombstones. At its center, Bruse could see the too-white form of a cat much larger than the others, its fur glistening with moonlight as it orchestrated the band of felines around it. Atop its head, a blue flame grew and danced as if to the tune of the chaos. Bruse felt his own mane bristle in anticipation, picking up in fervor like a fire given fresh fuel as it billowed up and down behind him. The vampire appeared quite suddenly beside him when the spirit stopped to survey, resuming his original humanoid form from earlier.
At the vampire's question, Bruse simply gave a low rumble. Its tone was contemplative with an edge of challenge perhaps directed at the feline spirit. Stepping forward, Bruse loomed over the cats and their adversary.
"Surely these are not your souls to keep, fiddler." Bruse called, his voice booming towards the feline. If it was garnering power of any sort from its seduced victims, Bruse's first concern was to interrupt its ritual.
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Post by indeath on Nov 13, 2022 0:54:01 GMT -6
The large cat flicked its tail in annoyance at the interruption. It glanced over, it’s mouth widening in a very human like expression. It seemed to grow larger and fluffier. It’s paw movements became more erratic and its tails joined in. All to some unheard melody, at least to Bruse’s ears. The vampire on the other hand began to sway along without thinking about it. A strange smile playing on his lips.
That wasn’t Bruse’s main concern though because from the mounds of earth, skeletal hands began reaching out, pulling decaying bodies up from the earth like the worst kind of carrots. The cats continued dancing around them nonplussed.
A scratchy voice seemed to appear from mid air.
“Oooh do you think you can ssssstop me? Sssspirit! Perhaps I shall have you alssso…”
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Jul 22, 2023 7:02:30 GMT -6
Bruse stood with his candlelight gaze locked onto the now-smiling feline spirit. Its visage began to warp and grow, paws twitching and tails coiling as it continued its macabre dance with the dead around it. He more or less felt the pull of the feline's energy begin to entice the vampire next to him into the same noiseless melody, and its pull reached for Bruse's form as well.
Another instant passed between them when suddenly the spread of earth under their feet began to churn, and skeletal hands clawed their way past its surface. They rose and fell, reaching back into the ground to wrench the dead from their slumber. Whatever it was doing, the time to act was now. He only hoped the vampire would be able to hold his own.
"Oooh do you think you can ssssstop me? Sssspirit! Perhaps I shall have you alssso…”
"Indeed." Bruse rumbled back.
Now Bruse returned the feline's smile with his own.
The front of Bruse's form began to split, spilling an eerie green glow from within a fanged seam that widened into a maw. A sound like thunder echoed towards the feline, and the spirit's hulking form tensed, crouched, and then lunged for the other. A fine tendril, coiled within the green glow, shot forward like a bolt towards the feline's head, intending to drain the smile right off the other entity's face.
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Post by indeath on Jul 25, 2023 17:56:59 GMT -6
The nekomata screeched at the unexpected attack and the skeletons began grabbing at Bruse using whatever animated them to grab at the spirit’s form with their useless bones.
August ran over half dancing, half trying to break the skeletons apart. It was a strange sight but August was determined to help his new friend, his body had other plans. He wiggled then kicked sending a skeleton flying against a tombstone. Then he twirled and pushed another away.
The nekomata attempted to jump out of the way of the tendril but it was too late, it hissed miserably trying to bat the limb away. It’s skeleton army began focused on distracting Bruse.
They seemed to grow weaker then Bruse felt a flame hit him hard in the head, burning the tendril and the nekomata took its chance to jump landing on top of him.
“Jusssst diiee”
It bit deeply into his back.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Oct 12, 2023 16:04:10 GMT -6
The vampire, it seemed, was somewhat falling victim to the other entity's strange musical spell. Although even in the midst of the chaos, he had to give credit that they were not at all giving up on their effort to drag, break, and dismantle as many of the skeletal attackers as possible.
The tendril connected with a spectral hiss, latching on and sending mists of energy swirling upward and then around the length of the tendril where it immediately began to siphon towards the larger of the two spirits. Followed close behind was the widened maw, bearing down quickly on the nekomata as Bruse charged, intending to snap up the other entity in one large bite. However, before he could complete his attack at the nekomata, the other entity had started batting ferociously at the entangling tether and managed to send an ethereal ball of fire at Bruse's face. The retaliatory burst of energy splashed brilliantly across the front of Bruse's form, sizzling away at the tendril and severing it for the time being. The tendril still connected to the nekomata flared like a lit fuse, disappearing in a flurry of bright green sparks that evaporated into thin air. Bruse's maw closed heavily over the spectral flames within his throat, sending plumes of ghastly, glowing smoke out from either side of his mouth like some sort of ghostly steam engine. As he barreled past the nekomata mid-charge, the other entity then leapt up his side and on top of him where it delivered a bite of its own into the top of Bruse's back.
Bruse snarled, planting all four feet to the ground, tearing through the grasping skeletal bodies reaching up to grapple him as he came to an abrupt halt and reared back as if to throw the nekomata from its perch. At the same moment, he twisted back, maw parted and made to snap at any part of the nekomata that might be dangling over his side. A tail, a foot, an arm, didn't matter, as long as it was enough for him to pluck the thing from where it sat and swing it around like an oversized dog with a chew toy, aiming to throw it across the graveyard.
At the very least, he hoped his current tussle with the other entity was enough to get it to focus more on him and less on whatever charm spell it had casting just a moment ago. Perhaps the vampire would be able to move more freely.
Aside from all that, already the little bit of energy Bruse had stolen during the brief contact drain was now coalescing within him to rebuild the broken tendril.
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Post by indeath on Oct 21, 2023 13:06:25 GMT -6
The nekomata purred in a victory that was short lived. As Bruse’s maw closed around one of its paws as it batted at him. The beast howled in rage as it was thrown across the graveyard taking several skeletons with it crumbling into a bony pile. The nekomata dug its paws into the ground flames rising around it.
August was free from the dance and grabbed a nearby bone to hit at one of the remaining skeletons. Bone against bone. What could possibly go wrong? He began hitting at their boney joints trying to break them apart limb by limb.
The nekomata’s attention was fully Bruse as it roared, the flames spreading around its head like a mane as it charged towards him teeth bared, all its hairs standing on end. It was going in for the kill, all thought directed on one thing. All logic lost in pure rage.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Nov 1, 2023 16:02:04 GMT -6
The nekomata's unbridled rage was just fine, in Bruse's opinion. He had the other locked in a state of tunnel vision, giving the vampire full control back to his body and giving Bruse the nekomata's full and unimpeded attention. He thrummed in satisfaction.
The nekomata roared, its own fiery mane spreading like a wildfire across its head and back. It looked crazed as it charged, and Bruse stood his ground. Large bear-like limbs planted themselves firmly on the graveyard earth, rooting himself in place and at the ready. He expected the nekomata to leap at him, perhaps attempting to latch on once again. He could try and catch the creature in his waiting maw, but the nekomata might be expecting that. No. Instead, the moment the nekomata reached him, Bruse would shift forward in a headbutt of sorts, taking the brunt of the nekomata's momentum on the front of his form and shoulder like a massive football player and aiming to slam the nekomata to the ground at Bruse's feet where it would be at the mercy of his much larger claws and mauling, snapping maw. Even if the nekomata avoided or somehow matched Bruse's own strength, he hoped to buy the vampire more time.
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Post by indeath on Nov 22, 2023 3:52:31 GMT -6
The nekomata took the bait, hook line and sinker. It was almost comedic the way it rushed headlong in only to be knocked on its tails by the impact. It let out a pathetic noise as the skeletons collapsed with it, clattering to the ground. It seemed rather pathetic now, it continued to mewl pathetically like a last ditch effort to get Bruse’s sympathy.
August punched the sky in victory, it had seemed pretty dicey for a minute there. He was tempted to pat Bruse on the back but he didn’t seem like the patting type. August wondered what he would do with the beast now it was in submission.
“Good job, Bruse! Ya did it”
He shot the spirit a thumbs up and a large grin. Hopefully it would encourage him to go easy on the naughty beast.
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Life happens, but a friendly heads up is always welcome ^_^ Only time I may wait a bit is when another person is absent, I like to give them time to answer before continuing until they return.