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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 24, 2007 20:49:30 GMT -5
The man was definately taller than him, standing at a good 6 feet. He was staring at the sharp edge of a silver, doubled-edge axe, point-blank and yet, not the least bit intimitaded. In fact, a growl errupted from his larnyx, rumbling out into a vicious snarl as his already battered body writhed as he walked, circling and preparing for a kill. Yet the man seemed unconcerned. He curled his lips back to expose his well cared for fangs, glistening with saliva and exuding a sense of danger and malace. A pause, and he lashed his body out, leaping to the hunter. The man swung up the weapon as he sunk sharpened fangs into the man's junction of throat and shoulder, missing vitals which was a terrible mistake, for it gave himself an open shot. He felt his skin beneath fur give out under a strike. A fire burned out his side with a loud crack of bone against weapon, and he could just feel his ribcage blowing out, chunks of bone, muscle and flesh flying and staining soil forever, soaking into his black fur and matting it, darkening. He howled with pain, and that was a mistake. He felt another point against the underside of his jaw, then--
He leapt over a log, all lean, trimmed, and powerful muscle working deep and hard to make the jump damn near perfect. He landed with a thud, his paws imprinting the ground. The nightmare was becoming more frequent, just wouldn't leave him be. When he slept, when he was awake, whenever. It always got through. Just more powerful.
He stopped, frozen, and inhaled, deeply, taking in ever scent--evergreens, flowers, birds. Hunter. A low rumble and he altered in a mass of breaking bones, turning this way and that, watching with wicked eyes. He wasn't alone. Swallowing, he darted behind a hedgegrove, well hidden and masking his scent, watching, waiting. He'd catch the hunter off gaurd.
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Post by kane on Mar 24, 2007 20:56:51 GMT -5
Kane stopped his horse when its mane lifted in a small breeze, her head tossing up and down as if the wind its self was scaring her, he grinned and swung his leg over the worn saddle, that groaned as he moved. Dropping to the ground he walked up to take a hold of the mouth piece in the horse's mouth, his whispers soothed the nervous horse.
He liked this animal, its fear of werewolves always told him when he was close to one. He turned and walked back to slip his large battle Axe from its saddles sheath, "Come on my pretty, lead me straight to the mutt." he whispered to the horse and then ran a single hand over its soft thick hip before giving it a good hard slap.
The horse's eyes rolled slightly as they did every time Kane did this to her, and she bolted into the trees. She was his lure, for if the werewolf was near, a spooked horse would drown out his foot steps as he came up behind him. Kane ducked to the left and began to circle around the direction the horse took, if there was a creature in this forest close enough, he would find them. After all that was his specialty, hunting pathetic mutts.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 24, 2007 21:19:10 GMT -5
He strained his ears to hear the steady hum of hoofbeats, and frowned at the unfamilarity of it. Soleil certainly didn't own a horse, and the riders didn't venture out this far. He growled low in his throat. He was being hunted.
Primal instincts were biting at him; find it, hunt it, chase it, catch it, kill it, eat it. Like hell. It could be a trap, and Feltcher would be born a fool if he was ever to fall for one now.
He shifted his weight, and when indeed the solid form of an equine raced by, he wans't sure he had ever changed so rapidly. His fur glistened in the faint moonlight that spread through the trees as he leapt, his hind legs kicking off from the ground as he barrel out after the beast, his legs strudy and powerful, muscles rippling with perfomance. He couldn't remember telling his body to do this.
He beelined up the the beasts backside, leveled himself with the speed it was at in reach of it's hind thigh, and lunged himself, his jaws seeking and finding, fangs sinking deep into the flesh and muscle of the leg, and the hot flash of coppery blood splashed against the back of his throat, and it was oh-so-good. He was suddenly falling with the beast, sideways, up, than landing on all fours.
He released the strangle hold he had on its leg, and circled around the beast, strides slow and taunting. He watched as the horse's eyes rolled white and it nickered with panic, and tried to get up from where it lay. Which, of course, amused Fletcher to no end. Snorted, he took pity, and angled himself away, ducking into a layer of dirt and rock, his fur shadowing him nicely. But if the hunter was good... He snarled, and bounced out, leaping over logs and rocks to a higher range, managing to grab a branch and swing over it with inhuman or animal strength and balance.
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Post by kane on Mar 24, 2007 21:28:13 GMT -5
Kane heard his horse cry out and broke into a run towards its terror filled sounds. He broke through the forest like a bear, hardly caring that he had revealed himself, the smell of blood thick in the air as he skidded to a stop in front of his horse.
Its bleeding back leg spread blood around the nearby forest as it waved it back in forth in its panic. "Get the f*ck up!" Kane growled at the animal as he walked over to its large head and hauled it to its feet. "Laying there your a meal waiting for its diner, you stupid animal."Kane growled at the horse and released it so it could flee, limping heavily on the other three hooves. Kane let his black orbs moved with trained skill around the forest.
"OH come on, you attack a defenseless beast, your a brave animal, one they will write songs and legends about." he called out his taunt, for no beast likes to be considered weak, and he had no trouble playing on this animal's confidence.
"I should have sent you a house feline first, considering you mangled ONE leg of a large horse...wow your scary!" Kane yelled out into the forest, his voice echoing as it bounced from tree trunk to trunk.
Laughing out loud to continue the taunt, Kane wondered how long it would take to p*ss off this beast and get him out in the open. "Here, dogie, why not come and take on something with a bit more backbone?" he challenged and squeezed the handle of his Axe hard enough his knuckles cracked.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 24, 2007 21:41:17 GMT -5
A snarl flared, but he muted his growl that threatened beneath the surface. The man was cocky, full of himself, as was he, and he wanted to whipe that shit eating smirk of the man's face and replace it with lines of claws. He folded his ears as he listened to words spoken, each moment growing more and more irritated. Angry. He let his growl echo, and let out a deep, throaty bark, but the bouncing reflection of it made it hard to determine where exactyly he was.
Why, so you can take me out like some rabid hound? His voice echoed twice as much as he spoke, his wolf form muffling the words but clearing the growl from it. He leapt to another branch of another tree, slipping and losing his footing, but claws caught on bark and he crawled back up.
I could always mess with your mind, make you believe I'm in one place... Strip you of your weapon than simply slaughter you like a hog... But that's no real fun. He purred. And I'm pretty sure you wouldn't play fair if I were to expose myself, would you?
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Post by kane on Mar 24, 2007 21:50:26 GMT -5
Why, so you can take me out like some rabid hound? The growled concealed words came out of the trees above, giving Kane all he needed to know, as he listened to the werewolf chatter on. He noticed a slight sway of a upper branch of a tall oak, clearly he was getting to this beast, to have it make such a apparent mistake.
I could always mess with your mind, make you believe I'm in one place... Strip you of your weapon than simply slaughter you like a hog... But that's no real fun. He purred. And I'm pretty sure you wouldn't play fair if I were to expose myself, would you? the voice growled again.
Kane backed up slowly, a grin on his lips revealing bone white demonic teeth. "Well your going to have to stop being a coward and come and see first hand if I play fairly." Kane yelled up wards, he knew the dog was in the trees, and considered him weaker for the move, for if he was as strong as he claimed, he would be on the ground like a normal dog and show himself.
"If you think me weak as a hog, let me tell you...my blood is as rich and tasty as one." Kane told him, taking a hand from the Axe handle he ran its blade across his exposed forearm. His Dark rich demonic blood, laced with just enough human to p*ss him off spilled free. Holding up his arm he grin, the bait was real.
"Come and I will let you have a lick, so you know what your fighting to kill."Kane grinned, lifting the arm to his lips and running his tongue over the small wound. "Yummy!" he called out.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 24, 2007 21:56:38 GMT -5
Fletcher's body shuddered with lust. The blood was rich to his nose, and it smelled so good, and he couldn't help but think, want it, need it, gunna have it, kill kill kill. But then, he snapped at his senses, reared them back and whipped his head about with a great snarl.
You lie. Everyone does. Then, without warning, he lunged and fell with a heavy thud, his feet jarring and his body jerking with the land as he swerved himself around in a circle a good distance between him and the hunter. I'm just seeing how much of it is lie.
He was much larger than a wolf in this form, coming up mid-drift, and his back was lined with muscles, but his ribs protruded gently against well layered muscle and skin. People would think of him starved, but in truth, he was in prime shape, powerful and never missing a muscle.
You know, I've seen you before. His accent only added onto the sarcasm.
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Post by kane on Mar 24, 2007 22:03:02 GMT -5
You lie. Everyone does. The wolf growled before leaping down wards and landing a few feet from Kane, Kane grinned at the animal, he was a good looking wolf, toned and muscliar, made Kane want to see his human form. I'm just seeing how much of it is lie.the wolf growled at him and he shrugged his shoulders as he watched him with care of every move he made.
You know, I've seen you before. The wolf accused and Kane grinned wider. "I am a good looking guy, I have that face one never forgets." he told the wolf and then held up his arm, its bloody wound made streams of blood that ran down to cover Kane's hand.
"Turn to human form, and you get that taste I promised, I just do not have a habit of letting animals lick me." he told him, "IF you want to see if I am lying or not ofcourse." Kane told the animal, his hand lowering and wrapping around the handle of his axe.
"Your a big boy, are you a big man as well?" Kane taunted him, never tried of using the others emotions against him. "I bet you a small thin thing, that would break under the power of my body, I bet you have girl hair and are often mistaken for a female." Kane teased him.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 25, 2007 10:48:22 GMT -5
Fletcher watched the rivets of blood coiling down the man's arm, his hunger thick and bubbling in his stomach. Nicholas had gotten him used to eating vegetables, to stabalize his hunger for raw flesh and blood. His eyes flashed over, a new layer of gloss, pale and reflection against the moon, before back to bluish gold. He glanced up at the man, running his tongue over the top fangs. He bowed his head, ruffling his bristles.
Do you take me for a gullible cow? He snarled, rolling back his lips. Than, the words the man spoke ran through his mind and registered, eating away at him. Words his fatehr had spoken... Shuddering with anger, he let go a deep, throaty growl that rumbled, before arched his back down and into himself, snapping his head back, succesfully snapping his spine. Bones broke and reconnected aloud painfully, and soon, he was standing in the form of a human, albeit fully clothed.
"As you can see, I do certainly no look like a female, and I can gaurentee my strike is as bad as my bite." He warned, his accent thick with anger against his tone. He straightened. "Are you true to your word?" The crave was eating at him. He needed the taste of coppery blood. It'd insanitate him, and he'd lash out, however. None the less, it'd dispose of a problem.
He stepped closer.
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Post by kane on Mar 25, 2007 16:18:37 GMT -5
Kane held back his smile keeping a plaid expression as the wolf changed forms, he took in the man's appearance and nearly snorted. He wondered why all the men looked so much like female's these days, he swallowed thickly and watched as the man's eyes moved to the bleeding arm that he held up to tempt him.
He knew the wolf was hungry to taste him, and that was exciting to Kane. "To see if I am true to my word, you must come closer then that dog." he growled, lifting up his Axe and sliding its thick handle into the harness that was strapped to his back, his demonic leather wings flared out behind him and settled back in as the Axe's weight shifted and settled in its sheath.
Within easy reach and yet as he dropped his hand to his side, it would give the werewolf a bit of .....comfort, knowing he no longer held it. "The blood will clot and stop running soon, do you want a taste or not?" Kane demanded with a hard growl, showing he had the meanness to his voice as well as the werewolf's.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 25, 2007 20:10:53 GMT -5
His nose turned up at the exposition of wings and Fletcher snorted with disgust. A demon hunter, at that. He watched carefully as the man put away his weapon, and the scent of blood was running through his head, and he couldn't help it. He was moving closer, his body lowered slightly, still on the cautious note. He wasn't going to get himself killed over blood.
"If you do not let animals lick you, why are you letting me get close?" His voice lowered an octive, and his speed increased so rapidly he was grabbing the arm in his hands within seconds and lapping at the blood, sinking his tongue into the slit cut there and wasting no time in following the trail, making small noises of pleasure at the coppery taste that absorbed in his tongue.
He grazed his teeth over skin, before he sunk in, his teeth piercing and jostling the skin as he growled. He had no consciousisity of doing this.
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Post by kane on Mar 25, 2007 20:52:19 GMT -5
Kane held still as the man grabbed his arm and began to lick and suckle his wound. The man's mouth was hot on his skin and his tongue lapped up Kane's blood, it was quite the moment, Kane felt the first stirrings of interest towards this mutt. Reaching out Kane wrapped his hand around the back of the man's neck, as if to hold him there. "Oh ya, tastes good doesn't it?" Kane whispered, his lips forming a snarl as the man sunk his teeth deep into his flesh.
"Ya, you like demon blood, its taste is so much stronger then the weakness of humans." he whispered as he stepped closer to the man, his fingers digging in the man's neck slightly.
"Now I think its only fair for you to share as well, after all I have kept my word." Kane whispered, his breath warm on the man's ear as he leaned closer and inhaled his were scent, hatred and something else rose in the pit of Kane's belly, seconds before he ripped his arm from the mouth of the werewolf. "Enough of me, now its my turn." he growled.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 27, 2007 6:21:05 GMT -5
Fletcher recoiled out of his hungered state, his eyes flashing and his body twisting in efforts to escape the grasp and snarled. However, in his struggle, he jostled the man's fingers and therefor they shifted, digging into a pulse point. Fletcher stopped where he stood.
"What do you mean? Share what?" He growled, his legs shuddering beneath him as he shifted with discomfort, a low growl in his throat. He lowered his gaze to glare up at the man. "There's no 'you're turn', you just take off and I don't kill you." indeed, he was full of himself.
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Post by kane on Mar 27, 2007 14:56:53 GMT -5
"There's no 'you're turn', you just take off and I don't kill you." He growled in Kane's face. The large demon grinned then, revealing his demonic teeth for the werewolf to see. "I think you do not play fairly." Kane said calmly and then with a move of swiftness and skill he reached up and dug his fingers into the man's side, his sharp claws like razors, ripping the skin on his side.
Kane loved the feel of his hot blood spilling around his fingers as he shoved them deep and wrapped his hand around three ribs, the muscle that held them ripped from them as if they were freshly cooked and tender.
Kane didn't break them yet but it would only take the flick of his wrist to snap the bones. Kane stepped back and looked down where his fingers disappeared inside the raggedly ripped skin of the werewolf, rich red blood spilled out of the wound and stained his pants.
"You feel warm in side boy." he growled knowing the pain was about to tear through this man and hell would have indeeded opened and exposed the raw anger and pain driven mind of a werewolf that stood much to close for comfort.
*just a note, kanes hand came in under the ribs and grabbed the last three.*
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 28, 2007 21:12:11 GMT -5
Pain, hot and white, flashed through him and he jerked, his body gasping with pain as he felt intruding digits slide into his sides, gripping his bones. The sick thing was he could feel it against the smooth surface of his ribcage. He felt the scortch of his blood run down his side heavily, soaking his skin crimson and joining it were his clothing. He convulsed as a ripple of fire dashed up and down the wound, and Fletcher came to a bravado, snorting and biting back the urge to cry out.
His muscles rippled in his shoulders as he recoiled, sinking his teeth into the exposed flesh of the man's junction between throat and shoulder, tearing easily and gripping tightly. He growled into the skin and thrashed about, not daring to change in fear he'd loose his ribcage. He was always the risk taker. Courage gathered, he summoned up his strength and turned, ripping, and thankfully, he felt no bones break as he slipped from the hold.
He limped back a healthy distance, his side throbbing.
I don't play fairly? He wheezed, his body shuddering with shock, Look at that! You're rotten! He snarled, curling back his lips to expose treated fangs. He limped a circle around the man, blood tangling in his thick, black fur.
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Post by kane on Mar 29, 2007 17:18:14 GMT -5
Kanes fingers gripped tighter on the slipper ribs of the werewolf, the animal turned and sunk his teeth into his shoulder. Kane clamped his teeth down to stop the scream of pain, the shiver of lust that rose inside him, for any demon pain and pleasure bordered so closely together it was rare to find a difference between them. The sound and striking pain of his flesh being ripped for his shoulder had Kane turn his head away so that the blood would not spray his face and sting his dark orbs. The werewolf fell to the ground in front of him as he slapped a hand over the wound, his blood dark and becoming sticky. I don't play fairly? the werewolf wheezed, his body shuddering with shock, Look at that! You're rotten!
Kane remained still as the werewolf got to his feet and moved around him in a circle. "You know how this game is played, do not appear dumb." Kane growled at him as he lifted his blood covered hand and licked the blood from his fingers.
In a slow even movement, knowing even a werewolf hurt would still find the taste of blood tempting. "I taste almost as good as you do" Kane grinned and as the werewolf made another circle Kane sidestepped and cut off his path. "You have a problem, your bleeding, i am bleeding and the game has yet to begin." he whispered in a low warning voice. "I will not be happy until I have more of you...now you see the problem."
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Mar 30, 2007 14:24:04 GMT -5
Fletcher snarled at being acused of being dumb, clicking his jaw tight. He watched as the hunter sucked the blood off each individual finger, and his stomach gave a groan to show just how hungry he was.
He snorted at the man's following words, picking up a new circle, but snarled when he was cut off, but didn't retreat back.
"You have a problem, your bleeding, i am bleeding and the game has yet to begin. I will not be happy until I have more of you...now you see the problem." Feltcher growled again, his throat a deep vibrating muscle. This man was unlike any hunter he'd encountered before.
A sick man true to his sick words, he gruffed, taking a risk and forming back, easing out of his wolf form. "More of me?" He snorted, dragging his claws up his arm to spill a scant bit of blood. "Like this?" He was sure a hunter--hunting him--wouldn't mean that.
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Post by kane on Mar 30, 2007 17:34:29 GMT -5
"More of me?" He snorted, dragging his claws up his arm to spill a scant bit of blood. "Like this?" Kane shook his head no in a slow, evil way as he stepped closer to the werewolf and shoved the bleeding arm away.
"I do not want to taste blood you seem to offer from a slice in your arm." he told him, stretching his neck out slightly, and trying not to winch at the wound being pulled, he sniffed loudly and grinned. "I think its time you gave me something different, to taste." he growled, his demonic teeth scraping together as he spoke, the sound like nails on a chalk board to the ears.
Reaching up he ran a finger tip along side the werewolf's jaw, letting his claw flick off his chin, "I am tired and I am in need of something You boy can give me...its that or a up close and personal greeting from my Axe. You can do it the easy way or I would love you to do it the hard way." Kane growled at him, they stood face to face and it was so tempting just to reach out and force the mutt to do what he wanted, but he was in a kind mood...well kind for a demon anyway.
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Post by Fletcher Dean Colechester on Apr 2, 2007 12:04:19 GMT -5
"I do not want to taste blood you seem to offer from a slice in your arm." Fletcher watched him carefully, keeping his stand. "I think its time you gave me something different, to taste." He felt an urge to cover his ears from the screech of his voice.
He didn't flinch away at the finger that caressed his jaw line, but made a small, irritated noise as a claw clicked his chin. "I am tired and I am in need of something You boy can give me...its that or a up close and personal greeting from my Axe. You can do it the easy way or I would love you to do it the hard way." He felt his nose twitched slightly, his lip churning up in a snarl.
"You think I'd give my dignity to a demon?" He growled, and lunged, his teeth piercing flesh on his throat and tearing away, bringing blood to his tongue. He leapt back, swinging around to come at him again. He made a grab for the axe, his intention to get it out of grasping reached, but no chance was viewed. He found himself in an open attack, and in attempt to avoid it, twisted into himself.
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Post by kane on Apr 3, 2007 11:19:49 GMT -5
Kane chuckled as he rubbed the bite mark on his throat, this weres attempts amused him slightly, "You think I'd give my dignity to a demon?" the werewolf growled at Kane. "I really do not think you have a choice!" Kane told him reaching out and grabbing the wolf by the throat, his fingers squeezing just enough to show he could snap the air way to his lungs if he chose so.
He stepped closer to the animal and inhaled his scent. "There are worse things then this in life, I assure you" he whispered as he reached out and wrapped his one free hand around the collar of the weres shirt and pulled.
The sound of cloth ripping filled the air around them as Kane grinned and dropped the piece of material from his fingers. The dark orbs of Kane's took on a slash of red crimson, that stained their blackness as he felt the rush of blood lust making his mouth water.
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