The Big Bad Wolf And His Meal (OPEN)

[Ragnar Fenris]

He felt nothing as he watched the small pink skinned things, except a vague interest in their taste. He avoided the small ones however, as they were protected by strange-wolves who were full grown yet yapped like little pups. He had never seen pink things like this, and the strange smells from them made his nose itch.

Bane circled the village and found a lone female pink-thing. Creeping closer, so as to avoid alerting his prey, he stalked. He froze when she turned, expecting her to flee as even the most brainless prey did. Thinking quickly though he began to act like one of the strange dogs, he let his tongue loll out to one side and he tilted his head, as if curious. He had seen these same behaviors in the strange-wolves and hoped there were too many of the strange-wolves for her to realize he was different.

His plan worked and she twisted her face to show her teeth, something Bane noticed was not threatening amongst her kind. He moved closer and when she reached out to touch him he lunged, grabbing her by the forelimb she used to reach. Her scream was answered by the yapping of the strange-wolves, as well as the shuts and howls of the males in her group. Releasing his prey he backed away. His usually expressionless mind was suddenly registering something foreign. As the pink-things gathered to the wounded one, doing the opposite of most herd-prey, they carried strange sticks with other sticks sitting perpendicular to the bigger ones.

He let out an unconscious howl of pain as one of the sticks buried itself into his flank. Turning about he tore the stick out and turned to glare at the pink-thing responsible for it's strange flight. He saw his own face reflected in a pool of water and saw something that he had never seen in himself before. The same look in his eyes had been reflected in the eyes of every creature he had ever killed. He knew it by name only. Fear.

He was afraid, and that fear doubled itself as he realized that he truly was experiencing fear. The Fear was foreign, something he'd never felt. And that made it so many times worse. Every other possible death he could avoid, he knew he could, but he knew of now way to escape this. He was a hunter, and yet now he had become prey.

[Midnight]

((mind if i join? i was thinking if you want to one of us could ask someone else with a human charrie that lives in abunage to take part in this thread. *shrugs* if you want))

She had been in Abunage for a few weeks and was starting to like it. Life in the woods was getting pretty boring, and this spiced it up a bit. 'This is fun', she decided, 'and I think I'll stay for a bit.' The "local" dogs didn't take action against her, just shot her strange and dirty looks.
Midnight had not known about the pink things or what to call them until she overhead a group talking about their "humans".
Having seen one that was particularly nice and good-natured, she followed it from a distance, wanting to be noticed and possibly taken care of. Eventually she followed the pink female into the woods, only to see her attacked.
Growling, she sprung from the bushes she was hiding from the human in and confronted the male. Her lips peeled back and she held her head low. "Why would you do a fool thing like that?" she spat at the imbecile.
One of the male humans threw a stick at him. Immediatly she felt fear from him; facing another of his kind and new creatures was probably too much.

[Ragnar Fenris]

OOC: its great and if you know someone who dos have a human thatd be awesome, also if its midnight, Bane looks exactly like Fen, so if she mistakes him for Fen it could make an interesting plot twist for later on


Bane backed away, he hadn't even registered the female wolf's presence, he had never cared about anything, so he had never taken time to tell the difference between wolf scent and other scent. He only knew that these pink-things made him feel fear and he decided at that time he did not like feeling fear. That dislike turned to another emotion he had never felt before, but he had heard it described. The fire in his chest with the throbbing in his mind was Anger. He felt a lifting from the anger and allowed his disused hackles to rise. He felt confidence from his many kills.

"Come at me filthy pink-ones! I will revel in your slaughter!" The words came from deep in him, hew knew not from where, but they made him feel as he had before every other slaughter. His eyes gleamed with a disgusting lust, his body took on the odor of one who craved the blood lust. The dogs who looked at him became intimidated by his size, already large at close to 250 pounds, his solid muscle body was armed with teeth that made the dogs look like toothless pups. His emerald eyes glinted. "I can already taste your death on my tongue"

[cptkickercutleg]

Cercius felt alive.
For the first time, he was doing what he was born to do:
Protect humans at all costs. No matter their weakness, their frailness, their apathy for all around them.
He threw another spear, using all of his Vulfen strength to propel it through the air.
He recognised the younger wolf.
"I know you, Drappa." he thinks, gritting his teeth as he takes another spear from his back.
"No matter."
His blood runs hot, boiling through his body as the wolf roars his anger, a disproportionate howl exploding from his own half-changed lungs, powering his body with wolf-blood and wolf-strength.
"Voh es SIKLA!" he bellows.
His muscles squelch and pop, his eyes lighting an emerald green to match Bane's own glowing orbs.
"En voh es Ash Liira..." he growls, white nails turning to hardened black claws before him as the woman turns to run from the wolf, the dogs sensing his presence turn and run as well, further and faster than the woman could possibly move, their keen senses knowing that whatever they were up against, they would die. The woman, though, stared on in disbelief at the stranger she had never deigned to notice before, the strange man who always seemed to be clothed in rags in the village, playing his flute for an audience who wouldn't give him the time of day.

Cercius' breath is heavy, puffs of smokey mist escaping his mouth as he stares hatefully at the aggressor.
"Not today, beast. I am your opponent now. Face me like an honourable Vulf, or suffer the consequences."

[Ragnar Fenris]

Bane did not understand the term honor, it had no value, he could not eat it so it was worthless. What had value for him though was the fear scent all around him. It was like a drug, it almost cancelled out the fear, almost but not quite. The fact that the fear remained fueled his anger further. Further this strange creature had the two scents of the pink-things and of a wolf. It scared him more which again increased his rage.

One thing Bane had always known was that his father had been a rage killer. A Berserker. He had also heard stories in passing of a much younger wolf who would fly into a rage and kill. He realized this was his son in a corner of his mind.

When one of the strange-wolves made the foolish choice of launching at him he struck it with a single paw, the force of the blow crushing the animals windpipe, leaving it gasping.

"I am Bane." the growl was low and deep, and Bane relished in the scent of urine that arose from several of the pink-things.

[Midnight]

Midnight narrowed her eyes and lowered her ears when she heard his mindset. Berserkers were dangerous and hard, very hard, to handle. She just growled through clenched teeth at Cercius: "Be careful, he's a berserker." She would fight with him, Cercius, unless he told her otherwise, and she would listen.

[cptkickercutleg]

Graal bares his teeth in a snarl, this beast before him was less than the other animals around him, less than the insects and the birds and even the pathetic humans that he was inexplicably driven to protect.
"So hungry... Let me out... Let me kill it... Let me kill..."
It was so tempting. So, so tempting!
"I'd be weak and vulnerable during the Change, and the villagers would never understand what I am." his mind says, a cold analysis of the situation.
An old man almost wets himself as the wolf growls its name, stumbling back from the brute, and Cercius turns, steadying the man for an instant, a hand on the man's lacquered walking stick as he turns back.
He had dropped his guard.

[Ragnar Fenris]

Bane saw the movement, the opening. He moved with a speed that seemed impossible for such a large creature. The humans would have found the movement nearly impossible to follow, as if the beast had simply vanished and then reappeared across the small clearing.

His fangs bared, his teeth like ivory daggers. His eyes gave off a light, a light that seemed to absorb the light from the sun. His mind was solely on the kill, on the blood-lust. Bane's mind was simple despite his seemly complex personality. Kill. Killing was his past, his present and his future. It was his life. He was highly skilled in killing, and over the years had found ways to kill that many might never have thought of.

[cptkickercutleg]

Cercius bares his teeth in a grin, pushing the old man back and pulling the stick from him, pivoting on his left heel, he swivels and raises the stick in an instant, swinging for the larger wolf's pouncing form.
"Ah oné voh, Sikla." he mutters, swinging the wooden shaft at his shoulder height like a sword.

[Midnight]

Midnight watched everything with caution, and, realizing that she couldn't help in the fight started barking at the villagers. She didn't completely leave her guard down, keeping one eye on the fight. She pushed the nearest people back toward the houses, and most seemed to understand.

[Ragnar Fenris]

Bane twisted his body instinctively, narrowly missing a serious blow to his ribs, however his tail made a sound like a twig being stepped on and a warmth spread up his spine. He landed to the right of his opponent, his tail bent at a ninety degree angle halfway along its length. Without so much as flinching, the big wolf snapped his tail straight, his face plastered with a sick, joyful grin.

"Your death will be all the sweeter. I will maim you so you cannot move, then I will kill these pink skinned things which you seem so attached to. I will feast upon their flesh while you moan and howl at your helplessness."

[cptkickercutleg]

The wooden shaft impacts on the beast's tail, sending a bolt of agonising pleasure down Cercius' arm.
"It's getting harder to stay human, just a little longer!" his mind begs. His muscles itch and burn, his skin steams as his body readies for the unstoppable change.
"Not much longer now, Sikla. Soon it is I who will have some fun..."
"It doesn't matter anymore, I want the change now, I want it so much...."
"I know, Sikla, not long now..." the voice croons, their eyes burning a violent emerald in the night.

Bane's ranting catches their attention.
"So annoying, let's just kill him...." they think, minds merging.

It really was lucky that all the humans were being scared away by Midnight, even as the woman cowered behind Cercius, her mangled arm held to her chest as she stares in fear and awe at the two combatants, staunching the blood as best she can with her stained dress.

Cercius takes a step towards Bane, a loud growl emanating from his half-human throat, his muscles growing, tearing and knitting back together again as his face seems to melt into a half-wolf creature, deformed and hideous, a terrifying visage of hate and hunger, fur growing over his entire body as his skin darkens and he hunches over, a thick tail ripping through his ragged clothes.

It was a bliss so agonising, the pain rolling through his body like hot butter, and within a moment, his body solidifies, his foot reaching the ground as he finishes, tattered cotton and linen fluttering to the floor as it falls from his thick fur.

"Tem oh putnan, Sikla..." they snarl.
(( "Time of hunting, weakling..." ))

[Ragnar Fenris]

Bane watched the creature turn, he felt excited for he had never come across one like this. Demons, Wolves, Foxes, even Bears had faced and fallen before him, but this was new, this was something different. He wanted to eat it. Bane noted the fear of the pink-things that hadn't yet fled, it was like food for him, he felt his tired pained muscles twitch and tingle with strength.

His fur no longer bristled, as the thought of a difficult fight ran through his mind, his body and mind clicked, almost audibly into it's normal detached state. He saw everything as if he were not involved. As if he were watching the fight from a distance. He gauged his opponents movements, calculated his speed and probable reflexive abilities. He was unsure of strength but guessed it would be superior to a wolf's. To test his opponents reflexes he feinted first left than right before jumping back, putting a good ten feet between himself and the creature before him.

As he prepare for a full attack the wind changed direction and a new scent entered the clearing. For Bane it was both Strange and Familiar, he had little time before a huge body flew at him, sliding between him and the creature. To those gathered it would appear that a mirror had appeared before Bane. The mirror would have portrayed Bane as many years younger, and as a rage filled monster, with ice cold mist flowing off his body like water. The ground frosted at the feet of the wolf who had entered.

Ragnar Fenris, Son of a monster, and a monster in his own right. The younger wolf moved back, putting himself even with the Wolfman.

"If you've any semblance of a mind left, you'll help me drive him off. Do your best not to kill him. He's my prey." Fen noted Midnight's presence and felt at ease knowing he had at least one ally present.


((bringing in Fen to further personal plot. Bane will be escaping this fight, badly wounded but alive.))

[Midnight]

It at least seemed that the humans weren't complete idiots. "Good…" Midnight thought. She still had one left in her charge, though; the female who the monster had attacked first. That was what she had to focus on now. She saw the stick soar through the air and contact with the beast's tail. Midnight felt sick when she could sense Cercius about to change, but it seemed he had things under control. Getting an idea she darted in when he transformed, grabbed the piece of clothing and ran back over to the female, laying it across her arm. She would then tap the back of her knees so she would hopefully sit down. Oh look, Fen. "Party time…"

[cptkickercutleg]

With Midnight and the woman behind him, all of Cercius' animal senses were concentrated on his prey, Bane, and although he knew Midnight had said something, he wasn't aware what.
"Rip, tear, kill and feed! Yes! This is what we were born to do!"
A thrill runs through Cercius' enhanced body, muscles tensing and his breathing deepening, he takes a step towards his prey, a growl running across his lips, long arms spreading to either side ready to catch the wolf, should it run from him.
"Ash putnan-Liira..." he growls, lips parting to reveal a toothy smile, ivory coloured fangs curving back into his long maw, a predator's mouth.

Another scent.
Cercius' eye turns to see a shadow-
"No! It's a wolf!"
land before him on the other side of Bane, trapping the creature, the smell of fear is intoxicating, sending shivers down his spine as the wolf backs towards him.
"too easy!" they think, readying a pounce.
The shadow-wolf says something, but Cercius shrugs it off,
"Nothing left but Putnar and Liira..."
(( "Putnar" is hunter, "Liira" is prey animal ))
They could almost taste the wolf now...