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Post by Iris on Apr 7, 2016 2:50:06 GMT
 It was early morning and the first signs of spring brought about an air of optimism among the small tribe nestled deep in the comforts in one of Michigan's forests. A series of well crafted, sturdy domed huts were nestled among a small, cozy leveled out area that held many different resources and activities scattered about. Scents of fresh, fertile soil reawakening from a harsh winter's sleep wafted about along with the smell of charring wood with its thick smoke; chatter was faint, but comfortable among the few individuals that milled about in the morning hours as they admired the very first signs of spring. Among them as a towering figure who sat within the safety of her tent that was decorated a tad more elaborately than all the others.
With the early morning sun peeking through the gaps of wood above, Aria closed her eyes in relaxation as she allowed the warm rays to wash across her closed lids. To her sides sat two elderly women, their weathered features and wrinkles pronouncing their deep set eyes that focused intently on the braids they held in their aged hands; again and again their fingers moved, an artisan in their crafts while they wove in shimmering beads and polished stones among the dark gray hair. Their silence matched Aria's, but the air of their auras were different. Wabdan and Numek, the eldest of their tribe, were plagued with worry from recent events that had yet to reach Aria this morning...
"Aria." "Chief." The two spoke simultaneously, cutting each other off just as quickly. Wabdan's forehead wrinkled seemed to scrunch closer together as she looked towards the other in playful irritation; Numek spoke out in response. "Aria. The Hunt returned this morning." A singular hum of acknowledgement left the closed-eyed chieftain. She basked in this moment of peace; the sunlight on her eyelids, the chirping of birds returned after their migration, the faintest scuttling of small animals that were awakening from their harsh winter's rest...the thrill of a good spring made her blood race just slightly faster. "Nmeosh was not with them." The sharp ears atop Aria's head twitched, the torn chunk from the left visible for just a moment as she opened her eyes just slightly, the heated golden slits taking their last relaxed look upon the safety of her home. "Nmeosh was not with?" Wabdan tied the end of Aria's braid with a scarlet thread, weaving it around an eagle's feather and Numek followed suit, visibly seeing the change on Aria's face. Relaxation hardened into the stone-faced expression of stoicism they were used to seeing and briefly, their expressions softened in return. The job of a Chief was not an easy one, and it was easy to see how deeply this news affected Aria... "Correct." A clawed hand reached behind to grasp at the hefty cape made of a bear's pelt, tugging it over her dark shoulders and tying it with the leather string. "I will attend to it." Standing up, Aria was intimidating in her aura alone. She stood with a straight back, her broad shoulders carrying the bear's pelt with confidence in her goal, the gold of her eyes burned with the untold understanding of the situation she was presented with and her strong hands grasped at the expertly crafted spear that rested at her feet earlier. Nmeosh had been up to some unfavorable activities lately and she couldn't have him sacrificing their peace any longer. When Aria walked out from her tent, her large form pacing with determination outward from the camp, her people lowered their head softly in respect and tradition for their chief while speaking in hushed tones after she'd left. What was so dire that she'd leave them for this time? Another group of bears wandering into their territory again?
Nmeosh loved being on Hunt patrol. He left his tribesmen when they'd managed to snag the buck of the migrating herd, the doe was a bonus for their mission this morning, but those measly meatlings weren't in his interest. Truth be told, there was more interesting prey about and him and his brothers had been smelling their scent for the past few days.
Recently, a small group of human hunters had begun intruding on their territory and they'd been pushing in closer and closer everyday; these humans had a knack for tracking, that much was something Nmeosh couldn't deny, but it was ironic how they were hunters quickly becoming the hunted. Nmeosh had gotten a knack for something a little...unfavorable lately. It all started when that small girl left her village for the depths of the forest to play one day; her skin was so pale and bright that it had hurt Nmeosh's eyes when he looked at her and the way her round cheeks dimpled at the ends of her smile when she laughed loudly, letting him know exactly where she was at all times. He loved the sounds that same mouth made when she gave the single scream out as he charged her from the depths of the forest, the winter's hunger driving him mad and her soft flesh even madder...but that was only the taste. Spring was now here, the forest life was reawakening, there was no need for these desperate measures especially with the words of the Chief echoing in his head whenever the thoughts and urges reawoke, "Stay away from humans. We will not interact with them, no matter the cost, let the forest tend to those who forget their roots.," but there just wasn't any FUN in that! Humans were disgusting, they were pitifully weak, but the thrill Nmeosh felt as he sank his teeth into them constantly gave him such a rush...it was as if he could feel himself truly connected to the primal heritage of the wolf.
Nmeosh wasn't clever at all in his hidings of the deeds he'd committed and his hunting-brothers had noticed something amiss. Between the long absences, the primal aura Nmeosh gave when he'd returned, and the thick, coppery scent of blood mixed with mud that just covered the human scent enough to make them question what it was, they'd grown worried and when they'd gone to inform the Chief of their worries, Wabdan and Numek had halted them. "The Chief already has much to worry about, let us wait and see what transpires first." And wait they had, long enough that the old and clever women trailed Nmeosh to one of his ungodly deeds; they were not skilled in the acts of hunting any longer, but moving slowly and silently was much more their forte. The shocking scene of what awaited them was as vivid as the thick red that plagued the area with Nmeosh at the center; Aria would have to be informed of this...
The foolish werewolf was simply too thrilled with his hunting that he didn't care to come back in time this day's Hunt as well, as a matter of fact he desired to do his own Hunt. Turning his dark snout towards the wind, the wolf inhaled deeply and as the faint scent of wood-burning and human odor perturbed his nostrils, his mouth peeled back against his dark yellow teeth and saliva slowly dripped from his jowls. Those hunters would learn the meaning of true hunting today...
Meanwhile, a few miles away, Aria stood looking towards the very direction Nmeosh was at. Her keen sense of smell could get a whiff of his bloodlust from even this distance...Her eyes narrowed in despise for the foolish humans that made themselves bait on this day and in disappointment at her tribe member; Nmeosh was a true personification of his name, a foolish dog at heart, she had just hoped he would have shaped up to be a wolf instead of this pathetic, foolish pup... Spear strapped to her back, Aria dug her fingers into the warmth of the damp clay beneath her feet, running her dirtied, clawed fingers across her brown cheeks and leaving a trail of orange and red pigment behind, marking her face before she began to take off running at a brisk sprint with just the sound of her spear tapping against her back and the quick whipping of her long braids behind her. She wasn't fast enough as her wolf form, but no human would have a chance of escaping her in this form; she loathed the idea of saving these fools, but hopefully she could reach them before Nmeosh did.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 7, 2016 4:04:54 GMT
Wendigo Wilson stepped over a cluster of undergrowth, pausing to study a crushed fern leaf. It didn't take much examination to realize it was done by a human foot. Just a little more searching found a footprint in the dirt, like a wolf's but far too large. Either both belonged to the target or the hunters he had been tailing were following very dangerous prey. He straightened and kept along his path. His mind was clear, his senses sharp. He heard every bird's chirp, every shuffle in the undergrowth. It would be their absence that told him he was close.
His tracking skills were immense, but not needed. He expected to be found by the target this time. A flannel coat smothered him, zipped up over his white tank top. Top and bottom also made a parody of a hunter, brown felt hat pulled over his braids, thick chamoflauge pants tucked into big black boots. A gunpowder weapon of the normals was slung over his shoulder. Not loaded, it was merely for show. He had even drank some foul liquid that made his head spin to get its scent on his body. He couldn't be less comfortable, but the comfort of bait was irrelevant. All that mattered was its effectiveness. He stumbled clumsily deeper into the woods. Hopefully he made convincing prey.
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Post by Iris on Apr 7, 2016 4:24:07 GMT
The scent was unmistakable, its human reek so potent that Nmeosh salivated fiercely at the thought of tearing its flesh off of its weak and brittle bones. Paw after paw hit into the dirt, increasing in weight and intensity as he rapidly ran towards the well-executed bait. He couldn't be more than a mile away now and he could even smell that foul, fermented scent that dragged itself with the hunters and somehow caused them to be even more clumsy and loud than usual; Nmeosh couldn't ask for a more perfect hunt!
It didn't take long for his hyper-sensitive gaze to land on the fumbling hunter whose flannel burned bright red in Nmeosh's vision; how fitting the scarlet was, it'd be a shame that he wouldn't be able to tell fabric from blood soon. With his large body screeching to a halt, paws kicking up foliage, Nmeosh presented himself to his prey with a mad skid into its vision to insert the terror he so loved to give his human prey; the way their eyes always got so large as they realized what was in front of them always made his blood positively boil!! With his lips pulling over his teeth, the lanky creature crouched down to present its full, wolven form. Nmeosh was skinnier than a few of the other wolves seeing as his appetite had dwindled recently for the native game in the area, his limbs were long, but his claws were almost as large as his teeth and his wild gold eyes had pupils dilated so far that it was impossible to determine where his iris actually began anymore. The mangy coat was covered in the foliage it trampled through and his wet, hot saliva trailed slowly from his jowls onto the wet earth it created. Visibly, his muscles shifted beneath his thin coat with the threat of lunging and he would have done so if a loud whistle didn't pierce the air before the leap.
Red hot liquid spilled into the earth and the large wolf let out an ear-shattering howl as it fell to its side, its left-most paw pinned into the moist soil that held tightly onto the end of a large spear. Nmeosh howled fiercely, pulling at the spear that wouldn't budge, simply causing more and more blood to spill from the torn flesh of his leg and his howls only died out as the gruff, growling language spoke from the direction of where the spear had appeared from.
In a language no outsider would know, Aria spoke from her rocky perch, her body tight with both anger, disgust, and fear for her tribesman; Nmeosh had truly gone feral. "Kneel." Nmeosh didn't respond like he usually would have, instead he bared his fangs and pulled again at the spear that finally gave out with his fury fueled strength, but the moment he put weight onto the leg he quickly caused himself to collapse. Aria's eyes narrowed and she sucked in a breath after not realizing she'd been holding it this entire time, she had just barely made that throw, if she hadn't... Looking with sudden fury towards the brain-dead trash that was a human, she bared her teeth in response; her canines were considerably larger than that of a humans, but much smaller than a wolves. Quickly ignoring the human, she made her way towards the loudly wheezing beast who was beginning to feel woozy as the blood continued to pour from his wound. When Aria approached, he attempted to rise again with bared fangs and her large hand made its way onto the scruff of his neck. "I said..." Grasping at the fine hairs, she lifted the weak creature's head before shoving it roughly into the dirt, mixing the wet mud into his fur and snout with ferocious strength as the shorter hair along the back of her neck bristled. "KNEEL." The spoken word was so strong that even in feral form, Nmeosh seemed to understand his position. The scent Aria was giving off made his body instinctualy submit with a loud, aching whimper as the will to fight left its body.
Her bristling hair slowly died down and she grasped at the spear left in the dirt, tugging it out as she turned to the human scum that had almost gotten its way killed. Knowing that this stranger most definitely didn't understand her tongue, body language would have to do. Shoulders back and chest forward, towering to her full height, Aria held her bloodied spear to her side as the droplets of her brethren dripped slowly onto the sticky ground, creating a barrier between the two as she held her head high, glaring down the human with golden eyes that burned with the fierce irritation she held for this encounter all together.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 7, 2016 20:55:23 GMT
Wilson's face remained frozen like an ice sculpture when the oversized wolf landed in front of him. He raised his hands to his coat, but before he could get rid of the awful thing, intervention came like a bolt of lightening. His gaze turned to Aria's perch, tracking her without moving his head. He dropped his coat and attitude, revealing a lean figure with a snake tattooed coiled on his shoulder and straightening up into a posture that wasn't just alert but predatory. His eyes coldly locked onto Aria like a hawk, scanning her muscular form, her dripping spear, her fang-like canines. Another werewolf, but by the looks of it not an ally of the target. Another bounty hunter? "I will be willing to share the rewards if you take Nmeosh in with me." He spoke, barely over a whisper. A wind chilled the forest, tossing fern spores past Wilson's unchanging face.
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Post by Iris on Apr 8, 2016 1:01:05 GMT
She couldn't understand his horrid, human language and her face expressed her disgust at even hearing such words spoken directly to her. With the wind bustling through the trees, the strange lingering taste of winter making her hair stand on end as she glared into the unchanging visage of the snake-tattooed man. Aria's steadfast spear remained unmoving and she talked to the whimpering disgrace of a mutt still cowering behind her. "Transform now so that you can walk back to the camp." Nmeosh obeyed without question; his bloodlust had driven him to near madness, but the instinctual fear of disagreeing with his leader made him forget his past composure. With a soft crack of bone and the sound of fur peeling back over skin, the naked, lean man howled out in a strangely human tone as he clutched at his worthless, bloody arm. His dark skin similarly matched Aria's and the designs of his body paints, as ruined and messy as they were, also seemed similar. His golden eyes glistened with tears at the unbelievable pain in his arms, and he panted out his words with saliva dripping still down the lining of his neck from his jaws. "He wants me, Chief. I've...I've been around humans enough, he knows my name, he knows ME, Chief please I'm sorry for what I did-" Aria turned her head to the side with a fierce snap, the fire in her eyes a blaze as she spoke to him quietly. "I said get back to camp, Nmeosh. We will discuss your punishments later." Her head turned back away from him, dismissing him with no room for his argument and all he could do was choke back a sob from a mixture of fear and pain, the feeling Aria evoked in him with her lumbering form and her braids that danced in the wind, jingling softly with the clanging of beads and stone. Standing, wobbling at first, the injured man whose ears lay tucked low against his dirty head began to walk away from the scene, Aria standing between them as she kept her eyes, unmoving now, on Wilson. With her lip curling in disgust, Aria uttered one single word she at least knew in the human language, even if it made her throat burn with bile at using their traitorous tongue. "Go."
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 8, 2016 2:00:10 GMT
Now Wilson was confused. His limited social skills couldn't grasp just why she'd stab Nmeosh only to let him go. His return to human form didn't help in the slightest. Wilson had no reaction to Nmeosh's nudity, but he noted the feral one's skin tone exactly matched Aria. They may be closely related, which he understood made matters even more complicated. He tried to gather their conversation from body language and tone, but it was beyond him. He only moved again when Nmeosh began to walk away, tensing all over. He was prepared to spring past her in pursuit when she fixed her gaze on him and curled her lip in a sneer.
He paused, locking his own predatory eyes with hers. He recognized it. The authority of the alpha predator. He had given that look to many beings before he was locked in this body. He met it without flinching, giving his own hawk's gaze in response. "Go." She snarled. "No." He whispered.
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Post by Iris on Apr 8, 2016 2:25:59 GMT
The irritation she felt towards the audacity of this creature invading her land and threatening her people briefly filled Aria with fury; her clawed hand clutched tightly around the wooden polearm of the spear, the wood creaking briefly while her ears peaked slightly, but she dialed herself back slightly. Humans were stupid, they said stupid things, then again, he wasn't exactly human was he? Humans wouldn't dare challenge her gaze like this.
His voice was long winter and Aria snarled slightly, digging the balls of her bare feet into the ground still stained with Nmeosh's blood. Pointing the head of her spear towards his person, her gaze was liquid magma, burning with intensity as he dared make her spit out the disgusting human words once more. "Leave here. My land."
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 8, 2016 2:58:52 GMT
"Leave here. My land." The broken English, the accent so thick he could taste it. Just like him when he first tried to learn English. This woman was a parallel to him... but was she a match for him? His tensed muscles finally released their strength, throwing him towards her. He tried to get into her spear's range and launched an arm to the side to grab it, then turned to slam into her with his shoulder, hopefully breaking her grip on her weapon. He'd see how she handled this before deciding to get serious.
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Post by Iris on Apr 8, 2016 3:11:25 GMT
Her body was pulled as taut as the air of tension around them, a tightrope of danger that trembled with each breath taken between the two. Like a shrill note hit on a fragile violin, the strings broke and the air erupted with the carnal response of violence.
Her sensitive ears picked up the soft clicks of his body's bones, the faintest touch of bone upon ligament, bodies were like machines with audible mechanisms to her finely tuned senses; she could feel the thrill of the battle before it even began.
With his launch towards her, Aria's calloused hands gripped into her spear's shaft just long enough while bracing her body for the smaller man's impact. The thud into her chest was enough to wind her just slightly, but thankfully for someone who was practically pure muscle and bone, at the most it just painfully smarted. Aria took the hit to her arm, sacrificing her spear that clattered to the earth beneath, but close range to Aria was just as deadly as midway.
With a quick jerk of her head down, enlarged canines exposed, Aria snarled as she aimed her teeth into his nearest shoulder in an attempt to root and injure while her free arm made its way to grip with claws into his back, her injured arm could still feel the ringing of the impact and refused to react as quickly as she wanted.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 8, 2016 3:31:36 GMT
Wilson learned a few things from their brief clash. She was tough, tough enough he didn't budge her with his strike. She was fast, fast enough to react to his charge. And her teeth were very, very sharp. Water, cold enough to be nearly ice, trickled down his shoulder from where her teeth perforated him. Her claws made similar marks through the white cloth on his torso, and it quickly began to soak through. His shoulder in her jaws, he couldn't move enough to turn his head to her. His shout might not be the best move in this case anyway. He jumped and kicked the air, hurtling his oversized boots into the undergrowth. A freed foot slipped under the shaft of Aria's dropped spear, flicking it into his free hand. He clumsily jabbed at Aria's thigh, hoping to score a strike to her femoral artery. Her jaw strength was impressive now, but he had never seen any beast keep it up while bleeding to death.
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Post by Iris on Apr 8, 2016 3:38:43 GMT
The sweet break of flesh was something that never ceased to give Aria a thrill. Beast, human, all were the same when their skin broke, but it became clear that this being certainly wasn't human. Copper taste didn't flood her mouth, but instead a chill that made her hair stand on end again; if it were any normal scenario, she probably would have let go of such a prey, but now was not the case. She would have been sated to just hold him in her jaws and force him to submit, but then she felt the sharp pierce of finely sharpened stone jam into her leg; if not for the thick hides covering her flesh, it could have been more fatal than just a deep wound.
Normally, beasts would quell their fighting spirit and retreat from the hit, but Aria was fueled with something much more than instinct in this matter, she was filled with rage. He stabbed her...with HER spear. The insult to her land, the insult to her authority, and now an insult personally to her. Her powerful jaws clenched down tightly, feeling the freezing water splatter onto her face, causing her red markings to smudge and run slightly as her growl became more vicious. Her hand that had clutched to his back sank deeper in and she jerked her head back with full force in an attempt to make him let go of the spear sunk within her leg, she'd either shake him off or tear him off!! But Aria could feel the numbness in her leg, the stickiness of her blood mingling with fur, and the pain was great, even for her, her leg would give at any moment if she couldn't get him to release.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 8, 2016 3:59:44 GMT
Wilson grumbled when the spear didn't deal the blow he was hoping for. He wasn't skilled with this weapon, and trying to jab one-handed clearly wasn't how it was meant to be used. He didn't make a sound when she jerked her head and dug her claws deeper, but his body jerked and the spear slipped his grasp. An icy sweat broke out across his body. He didn't often feel like prey, but with jaws and claws sank into him, what else was there to feel? He didn't have enough mobility to escape via sheer strength, and he wasn't sure he could anyway. And even his voice... His mind came across a tidbit he had heard about a man who lived a century after he had become a wendigo.
He drew his breath in. "RELEASE ME!" He roared. It was no mere human shout. From his jaws erupted winds that put a hurricane to shame, carrying a chill so great that the trees before him froze solid before being shoved over. The undergrowth was shattered into a malestorm of frozen plant matter fleeing his voice. And with a reaction came an equal and opposite reaction. Even if he couldn't aim his face at her, the force he released was felt upon his own body. If in the air, he would fly nearly as fast as the wind flew forward. In her grasp, she should come for the ride.
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Post by Iris on Apr 8, 2016 4:25:10 GMT
It was a good day to wear fur for the chill that followed that creature's mouth was enough to make her shiver fiercely, but the burst of air that followed after was much more to shiver at. The force of the impacting air gave her a split second to make her choice, release or hold, and Aria begrudgingly chose release.
Pulling her fangs out from his flesh, she felt one of her teeth come lose as he rocketed out of her grasp, but she didn't have much time to linger on the loss of a single tooth when she tucked into her side to lessen the shove that pushed her forward, unfortunately she still had the spear tucked into her leg and the quick jar of falling to the leg made her teeth grit with a fierce clack, gritting them down as she slid across the untouched foliage that was green to its icy, mirrored brethren. Aria's back hit the nearest tree and she took a moment to take in the sharp inhale as all of her pain hit her at once; the sting of her wounded leg, the faint throb of her gum, and the biting cold that was lingering on her now pale and slightly frosted over lips and hand. Yet she wouldn't shout or cry out, she had too much pride for that. Instead, Aria angrily grasped at the spear still shallowly dug into her leg, gritting down on her teeth once more as she pulled it with a tug, the faint sound of her flesh giving way resonating in her mind.
Two things were becoming abundantly clear to Aria. One, her human form wasn't strong enough to manage this fight alone and two, she was becoming very, VERY angry. This intruder was getting under her skin, literally and figuratively. Reaching down, Aria grasped at her wounded leg, her free hand grasping at her spear once again, and she squeezed down on the stinging wound slightly. The blood still trickled, but thankfully her leg coverings would be able to absorb and hold it together just a little while longer...Running her bloodied hand across her chin to wipe away the mixture of saliva, blood, and icy water, Aria glared towards where the stranger had propelled himself towards and just seeing him ignited a fire in her stomach. It had been a long time since Aria had wanted to kill something solely out of self-satisfaction...
For a brief moment, her eyes widened as she felt the stretching of her skin as the thoughts of tearing this person apart enticed her and this caused her recovery to become longer as she panted loudly. No, she couldn't lose her cool here, it was too early for that! But her skin was begging and she could feel the heat of her hot-blood running fiercely and her heart began to pound faster and faster, all while the soft groan of her leather and pelt clothing became audible to her. No matter how hard she tried to calm herself down, she was beyond irate at this point, all she wanted to do now was teach this stranger a lesson for insulting her and invading her land.
With no stopping the sudden transformation, Aria blindly threw her spear towards Wilson's new and current direction with no real aim in place and she hoped it would be diversion enough for she quickly tore at the linings of her clothing, scraping them open as best as she could with her claws while her body groaned and cracked, skin expanding and reforming as she hunched over, preparing to transform.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 8, 2016 4:50:11 GMT
Wilson felt the various natural daggers in his body slip free as he was hurtled backwards. His lanky form tumbled across the ground, coming to a stop in soft ferns, kicking up a cloud of spores to coat his wet body. He lurched to his feet and felt at his shoulder. His arm felt odd and he couldn't figure out why until he realized his tumbled had driven something deep. He felt the tip of it and yanked, resulting in another gush of water. He absentmindedly pocketed the tooth when he saw Aria moving. He may have escaped her grip, but he realized she was still a powerful foe. He would like to keep his distance and erase her with shouts, but she clearly wouldn't let that happen, as she made a charge for his position.
His gaze was still the steady hawk's, picking up on the strange detail she now confronted him with. Her body appeared to swell and bulk up. He recognized this. It was familar. He himself could do the same, but it looked like her power didn't apply to her clothing, as he could see it stressing at the seams. He began drawing breath, but her spear lashed out like a lightening bolt. He cut his plan short and dove to the side, spear landing among the fronds he left behind. He rolled upon landing, straitening up behind a tree. It was with caution he looked back around to spy her. He saw her clothing dropping and ducked back. He'd use the trees for cover. Hit her with shouts and hide. It would take a while, but he could handle a giant. There was nothing he couldn't hunt.
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Post by Iris on Apr 8, 2016 12:38:23 GMT
The removal of her more human-like skin felt like many things to her; pain was one, fear was another, but above all, it felt right. The surrender to her true nature, the acceptance of her powerful form, the way she once again became closer to the earth and her heritage, it refueled her desire for this fight unitl it burned as hot as the wrath in her eyes. Aria towered even higher in her Wolf form and unlike Nmeosh, Aria was built from pure muscle. Her mane was wild around her neck aside from the two braids that mirrored her human appearance, her limbs were long and thick, and her torso was lean enough to make her body seem longer than a normal wolf. Thanks to the sudden expansion of muscle, Aria's prior leg wound finally stopped bleeding and she shook her large head briefly to clear her thoughts before tossing it back, letting out an ear splitting howl that more resembled a roar, its cry extending for miles and miles, reaching the ears of her people. Her tribesmen halted what they were doing out of instinct and tossed back their heads to do the same, a few looking slightly embarrassed while others looked proud. Aria must have been having fun hunting dowb Nmeosh to turn into her true form!
He was hiding, but in this forest there was no hiding from her. Wilson was in her territory now. With precision, her large head snapped towards Wilson's exact position, the sound of his breathing was enough to give him away. Digging her large paws into the ground, Aria's shoulders bunched up as she hunched back just slightly. If he thought he would be able to avoid her, he was wrong. Pushing off with her back paws, the earth gave way under her in massive chunks and she rocketed towards his position. Aria shared his sentiments, there was nothing she couldn't hunt.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 8, 2016 18:55:06 GMT
It was only behind the tree that Wilson mused that she was not in fact becoming merely larger. He had somehow forgotten she had shown signs of being another werewolf. Before he could change tactics, his cover burst into splinters and he was slammed into the ground. The wind was driven out of him by the force of the impact, leaving his scrabbling limbs futile for a few seconds. He knew right away this wasn't going to work. Rolling to his back to see his opponent, he saw her true form in all its glory. He could still recognize it as her, with her braids and sheer size. He could recognize right away that she was stronger than before.
As the tree she had pummeled through tilted and fell, he ducked under, leaving its fallen trunk between him and her. He bounced straight up, latching a hand onto the lowest branch of a nearby tree. Pulling himself up, he jumped higher for a safe, leafy vantage point before stopping to draw a deep breath that just drug longer and longer. His body began to slowly grow as he drew his breath. He just needed a minute and maybe he could match her.
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Post by Iris on Apr 8, 2016 22:23:06 GMT
Aria's body blew through the tree with ease, but its propulsion left her scrabbling through the fallen foliage after. Her golden eyes swiped side to side wildly as she assessed her area briefly, looking for his lanky body among the rubble before noticing its absence. In the span of a second or two, Aria caught his scent which reminded her of the way brisk wind smelled and it made him stand out like a sore thumb in the early spring air.
Her heated gaze locked onto his far away form. He seemed to think that higher ground would save him. Parting her massive maw, Aria charged to the tree and sank her vicious fangs into the damp wood that cracked like a bolt of summer lightning. Twisting her head furiously, she tore a chunk from the tree, spitting the sticky and sappy wood out before biting again, forcing the tree to groan out loudly, warning of its now wobbling fall.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 8, 2016 23:34:49 GMT
Wilson felt the tree shift beneath him and wobbled, but kept drawing in air. His increase in mass didn't help the tree's situation, causing it to wave wildly for a second and then fall. Luckily, he felt he was done. When the tree's top was 20 feet off the ground, his bare feet touched soil. The tree crashed besides a giant, proportions the same, just scaled up. His eyes glowed with a fierce white light, tongue scraping across his lips. Immediately he jumped forward and threw a kick at Aria, a massive punt that tore a car-sized chunk of earth out of the forest floor.
His power was vastly increased, but the downsides were atrocious. Hunger gnawed at his higher faculties. Everything was food. It took all his will to not try ripping her from the forest floor and biting into her sweet flesh. Drool ran down his chin at the thought, droplets freezing the ground where they fell. His lungs burned nearly as much as his stomach, straining with the effort of holding his breath. At most he had a minute, and even in this form he didn't doubt he could easily be harmed by her jaws. He'd have to make it relentless. No pause, no caution. He followed up his punt by grabbing one of the smaller fallen trees and swinging it down at her back like a bat.
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Post by Iris on Apr 9, 2016 0:31:13 GMT
Her mouth was still carrying the sappy wood, so she couldn't retaliate his kick with a bite like she'd preferred and watched with a quick flick of her eyes as both his kick and the large chunk of earth came hurtling her way. The whistle of wind being cut through with a large object made her quickly pick her poison and Aria hopped on her powerful legs to meet the mass of earth, taking a slightly pillowed blow from the powerful kick and allowing it to carry her out of range from the torn tree. Her shoulder immediately screamed out with the pain of the brunt, undoubtedly dislocating from the severe shock and push, but she didn't have many more options and thankfully she just took another severe bruise and temporary uselessness that was both the numb ringing of her left shoulder, causing her dismount to topple her just slightly onto her side. Yet she felt the heating burn of her wrath at the pain that now stemmed from her left limb, forcing herself to stand swiftly on it despite the aching pains it brought to her. She would not stop, she would not yield, not until this creature understood the ways of her land.
Aria forced her side down with a rough shove, smashing the dislocated limb into place, baring her fangs and snarling at the intense scream her entire body gave, but as quickly as she could, Aria scrambled to her feet practically 16 feet away and pushed off from her position, moving with lightning fast speed towards him once more.
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Post by HungryHunter on Apr 9, 2016 0:47:07 GMT
Normally his foes looked tiny when he did this, but Aria's size rivaled his own. It took a scale up of his own to appreciate hers. Her canines may have been capable of reaching straight through his torso in his normal form. As she charged, he took a step back and readied himself, raising a fist. His mind reeled in chaos, not allowing his usual observational skills to shine through. He simply acted on impulse, launching a massive right hook as she narrowed in. The shockwave it threw off tore the leaves from the trees it passed near as it neared on the side of her skull, just below her ear. He just needed to stagger her. Maybe then he could finish this.
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