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Post by Burn on Aug 11, 2022 19:52:59 GMT
DIRE SANGUIS Light of high noon speckled down on his dark, massive form, only the canopy of the dense forest saving him from the plaguing heat of day. Dire sought refuge in this forest often - it was old, the trees thick and strong and wise beyond even his knowing. The lush and healthy leaves above shaded the ground and twisting roots beneath, and in some places the understory was sparse, showing black, cool dirt beneath. It was one of these places that Dire searched for, and one in particular that was his favorite; a ridgeline of rock face, and an ancient oak marking the entrance of a hollowed out cave between its roots. Like a grizzly, Dire would find his way there to wait out the day until evening, when he could come out to haunt the night like the monster he was.
He only had to find the familiar trail he had begun to wear down. It wasn't difficult, with his keen mind, but he was in no rush. Why waste his energy, especially during this heat? If he could find something to eat before he settled down for the day, he certainly wouldn't complain. And so he meandered, lifting huge paws over equally huge roots, with short ears perked for a sound that soon came - a rustling.
He stopped, stance squared and golden eyes scanning between the trees. Something was near. Small, he could tell, but even a squirrel or a hare would suffice as a snack. The rustling continued, and so he waited, like the giant predator he was, in ambush.
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Post by euphie on Aug 11, 2022 21:13:04 GMT
Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure Nothing ever lasts forever Cinders was beginning to forget what the open plains were like, it hadn't been more than a month since she'd left the forest, and yet that month was already a good chunk of her entire life. The cover of trees, and the easy prey, were the only ways she had remained alive all this time when fate had tried to declare her dead. But she'd clawed out of her grave kicking and screaming, determined out of pure defiance not to go down just yet, not until she at least had a chance to avenge all those she'd lost to the black and yellow demon.
But, even though she was young, Cinders wasn't a fool. She needed to do more than just survive, she needed to thrive, and in thriving she could become stronger and stronger. So that it was more than just a desperate and foolish hope, it was something she could reasonably accomplish, and in her heart she knew death would not be allowed to find her until she saw her goal to completion.
Of course, for all her planning, she'd never counted on being found before she was ready.
But she smelled him, or at least a wolf, and as a defensive creature her heckles raised as she got closer. He was waiting for her, the black and yellow demon, crouched down so she wouldn't see him and stumble right into his trap. But saw him she did, and while she had the trees for cover, she used the opportunity to crouch down and make the first strike - any other wolf would send her running but never this one.
So out she leaped from the brush with a roar of fury, carried by determination and adrenaline rather than muscle, as she clawed into his fur and sank her teeth into his neck intending to at least take a chunk of his neck out. This would be her only hit, but skilled enough and it might just kill him, so she put her whole soul into it.
Except, what she thought had been flesh was just fur, and with that horrifying revelation she had no time to react to bite deeper before the fur fell out and with it her perch on the beast. It would take half a second to get her bearings, no matter how agile she was, and meanwhile she would be defenseless beneath him and open for a strike.
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Post by Burn on Aug 11, 2022 21:42:32 GMT
DIRE SANGUIS His large head hung from mighty muscles, and thick legs tensed in preparation. Just a little closer, it came through the bushes, and as soon as it revealed itself he would strike, easily grasping the little morsel and crushing it in his jaws. The underbrush parted...
...and a small greyish blur lurched, a child-like yowl as it rushed him. Dire hadn't the time to strike, nor reel back quick enough before it was on him, finding grip on the long tassels of his neck fur. The massive beast flung his head back with a shocked snarl, stepping back with the thing still clinging to him. What kind of rabid squirrel was this?! It took only one hefty shake to dislodge the fur, and the fierce creature with it, falling to the dirt beneath him. Dire was quick to counter while it was dazed, a loud growl coming from gaping jaws as he stepped forward and placed a huge paw on top of the feral prey, pinning it and more than eager to bite its head off. But...it wasn't prey.
A child. Grey and brown beneath layers of filth, and barely the size of his own paw, it had to be young. This didn't stop the man from pressing long claws into the pup, though. After all, what was a monster if not ruthless? With fangs bared, Dire growled to the puny thing.
"Only fools pick fights with monsters." His deep, gutturel voice warned in a growl, sharp and golden eyes glaring down at the infant.
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