| Bad Moon Rising; [Closed: Vixen/Sal] | |
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| Vixen and Drake | Aug 3 2015, 08:58 PM Post #1 |
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Warning: Lots of blood and gore will appear in this topic. Be advised if the thought makes you squeamish. The Treeko Grimm gave a shrill cry as it raced across the forest foliage. It had to run, it had to run and it wouldn't look back. Black ichor stained the creature's hide, the lack of a tail causing the Grimm balance issues as it tried to scramble. Fear shown in its red eyes, a desperate sheen in the glimmering moonlight. Claws flashed, pinning the creature by its head. It gave a shrill scream before its skull was pressed into the dirt, the small fangs flashing only to be covered in soil. The hand pressed the Grimm further into the soil before the figure stepped over it, and lifted the Treeko by its skull. Its wide red eyes could barely focus through the terror and the panic. The moonlight shimmered, the very air seemed to crack with power in the grey moonlight. It tried to scream but a tightening grip on its throat turned the scream into nothing more than a guttural choke. Black claws curled into the throat and began to slip into the black skin, piercing it and letting its blood flow, pushing the skin back like ribbons. The Umbreon faunus's gaze was bloodshot, her irises gleaming gold in the moonlight. Her rings were bloated, pulsing so intensely that they seemed to rival the brightness of the moon itself. She tilted her head, eying the creature in her claws, a slow smile spreading over her face. It struggled, oh how it struggled! It was so fun to watch it squirm. Vixen, if she could be called that, gripped the hind leg of the Treeko Grimm with one hand, still holding onto the head with her other hand. She began to pull, slowly, watching each vertebra stretch under the Treeko's skin, hearing as its screams turned into whimpers... and finally, silence. Like paper, Vixen ripped the Treeko Grimm's head from its shoulders, watching with glee as the throat tore open and spilled ichor across the ground, her claws slipping between black bone and slicing the spine where it shown. She laughed then, dropping the body as it gave its last spasms of life, holding the head in her claws and poking one of the Grimm's bulbous red eyes. Another kill. Another piece of carnage left in her wake. The elation from her kill could only last for so long; the moonlight surged underneath her skin, clinging to her bones, crying out for release. Vixen dropped the head, scanning the dark forest for her next target. Hunt, kill. She had to. She had to release what was inside of her and let the monster free. Claws ripped down bark as she growled, her mind focused on nothing but base instinct. She could taste blood as her fangs ripped the inside of her cheek apart, tongue lolling out of her mouth. More. She needed more. The Grimm in this forest were fleeing, but the moon had only just risen. Vixen padded through the dark woods, attuned to every scent and sound that drew close to her. She would find her prey. She would find her fight and rip them into pieces. It was a full moon, and she was hungry. |
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| Tony-Klaus-Sal | Aug 16 2015, 04:32 PM Post #2 |
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The Shark // The Cowboy // The Old Blood
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The woods had an eerie silence to them as the lit up from the gorged moon above. All that rang in Salvatore's ears was the soft clicking of his person and the faint crunch of wilderness beneath his shoe. His weaponized prosthetic clicked, loaded with ammo. His gauntlets shifted on his arms, ready in case of attack. His eyes almost seemed to glow in perfect circles to mirror the moonlit darkness of the grimm filled forests. Lining the inside of his cowl were small vials of blood, occasionally making small, sharp clinks as the hit one another. It'd been laid out that he would meet his guardian in the dead of night, in his home territory of the grimm infested woods, for a refuel on Sal's blood supply. Blood gotten through shady means as always. It was a plan Jack had come up with, to keep his ward stable through the academy experience. However after the stunt Sal had pulled at the start of the year of hanging up on and avoiding the ditto, it wasn't going as planned. Sure Sal had blood, but the strength and quality of it was not the best 90% of the time. He KNEW Jack had access to stronger blood, it was some stupid lesson, or punishment, he was getting forced to deal with. This night however, the woods seemed off. something wasn't right. The smaller grimm were scattered and panicked. He squinted as he heard one scream from some attack. Maybe a larger grimm was out and about. Maybe there was a hunter. At any rate, Sal didn't want to be a sitting duck. The serrated blades of his gauntlets jutted out of them, at the ready. He slowed and moved with what seemed like predatory intent, a way of hunting he'd learned from his days with Jack. It didn't take but a moment for a blue glow to shine through the thick woods, a very familiar shade of blue at that. The nincada squinted a bit from under his hood. Was that? He straightened up slightly, blades sinking back into the gauntlets, yet his muscles were still like a bound spring ready to snap back into action. The air reeked of grimm blood, and the faunus had to be the source of it. "Vixen? Is that you? What are you doing out here?" Sal's tone was low and wary, deflated from his usual vigor and energy. Something wasn't right. |
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| Vixen and Drake | Aug 16 2015, 06:54 PM Post #3 |
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That voice. It tugged at familiarity. It cut through the moon madness like a cleaver, and when her bloodshot, blown gaze locked onto that ringed one, that face and mop of disheveled hair, the fangs poking over his lip and the worry creasing his brows... It almost brought something screaming out of Vixen. It almost brought her back to sanity, to a place she desperately tried to reach but found it blazed over in moonlight. And as swiftly as the clarity came, it faded. It faded in the scent of blood and the twitch of claws. Her mouth split open into a grin, revealing fangs tinted pink in blood. She swayed, intoxicated on the very air, tilting her head up into the moon. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse, as if each word was hard to pull from her mind. "Not Vixen," She croaked, and then snarled. Too much. Too much energy. It had to come out. Her eyes stayed locked onto Sal as she pressed her claws into her shoulder, pressed until the skin broke and a sound of relief tore out of her. She ripped down from the center of her bloated ring to the very edge, strips of crimson spilling over her skin as blood dripped down her arm. Relief. Oh, sweet relief. She felt better. But not good enough. Her gaze narrowed on Sal, claws still sunk into her own arm, and she flicked a tongue over her teeth. He was small. Her size. He was an insect. He was a challenge. Moonlight began to gather in Vixen, pulsing her rings, flicking over her skin in visible waves. As she pulled her claws out of her arm, they shown white in the moonlight. Charged. She felt the energy through her crying for release. Vixen launched for Sal, claws outstretched, aiming for his face and throat. Her jaws were parted, and there was nothing but fury in her eyes. Sal just became her next target. |
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| Tony-Klaus-Sal | Sep 4 2015, 09:43 PM Post #4 |
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The Shark // The Cowboy // The Old Blood
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To say something was wrong was now an understatement. Sal narrowed his ringed eyes and watched her sway and move so oddly, and apparently she wasn't Vixen. How could she not be? There were no other Orrean, blue toned, umbreons running around the academy. Maybe she was possessed, maybe she wasn't as stable as she let on, who knew. The bug opened his mouth but before words could come his eyes shot open at the sudden smell of her blood in the air as she cut into herself. He closed his mouth and readied himself. This wasn't right. She wasn't right. He couldn't kill her though, that would do nothing but bad for him in the academy, he'd probably have to leave. He couldn't use his blades, he didn't want to dig himself a hole because of some murderous, previously love-sick, moonlight fox! With a sudden jolt Vixen closed the room between them and all Sal could do was to throw up his gauntlets to take the hit instead of his his throat. With the force she gave, he was able to launch himself backwards, flittering his wings to give what little aid they could. He skidded a bit across the forest floor and grabbed one of his new blood vials as fast as he could. He pulled the top off the glass and swallowed it down, feeling a sudden rush of energy that sputtered away rather quickly. Again! Again Jack gave him poor blood! That stupid hunter was going to feel quite the asshole if Sal got himself killed because someone was being petty! The bug gritted his teeth and ran back toward Vixen before he attempted to smack at her with one of the heavy gauntlets. There was the possibility to run, but anyone with half a brain would know that was a terrible idea if nega-Vixen was still jolting around. He'd have to hold her off until he had a good chance. |
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