(PRP) Winter Has Come (Sans Merci and Jon Snow)

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

 

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Jon Snow stood in the frigid snow. He had gone on a few days journey by himself with Ghost to find a Godswood, the gods of his father and the North. They were not the gods of his half-brother Robb.

The air was ice and cold, and each minute the temperature dropped faster as he knelt there. He kept his eyes to the woods, and the faces in the trees. This place brought comfort to him in some small part. He prayed with wide eyes as the air dipped even colder

It was then that he noticed the eerie stillness. Not one sound, not the chirping of birds or any natural sound could be heard.. All the fur on Ghost's neck stood up on his neck, and Jon put his paw to his greatsword. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.  

[CheshireKttty]

Hunger. It was all she could focus on lately. Her stomach groaned in protest day and night while her body grew weaker and weaker. She had been able to catch a few small meals here and there, but her thirst for blood could not be satiated. She needed something bigger to quench her blood lust, small creatures could not fill her need. Merci had hunted her section of the forest until it was barren of life, and yet still her hunger persisted.

Sans Merci made her way to the stream and watched intently as the fish swam by. They were all of the life that was left in this area besides herself and they were her only means of survival for the time being. Quick as a flash she snapped her muzzle below the water and snatched up a medium sized fish. Greedily, she tilted her head back and swallowed it up whole. For a brief moment she felt almost full, and then slowly the hunger began to work it's way through her once more, driving her mad. She'd nearly given up hope on ever satisfying it when she caught the scent of a wolf.

Her head snapped up as she sniffed the air surrounding her, wanting to be sure that what she smelled was indeed a wolf and not some trick her mind was playing on her. Yet there it was again, faint, but growing stronger. Surely a wolf would be large enough to quench her hunger for the time being? Either way it was certainly worth a try. Transforming herself into an unusually large rabbit, Sans Merci followed the trail of the scent, hoping to find her next meal.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Not far away, a bunny hopped in the godswood. Jon Snow relaxed, but Ghost growled even more fiercly, the hair on his back standing on in.

Ghost had never been wrong before, but this...this was odd. Jon glanced around in the clearing to see if anything else was around. He looked through the trees and foliage, trying to identify some lurking danger. However, Ghost still stood with his hair raised looking at the rabbit.

"What are you waiting for Ghost? Get it," but even at his command the wolf wouldn't move. It kept it's self between Jon and the rabbit.

"What's the matter boy?"  

[CheshireKttty]

The wolf was wise, it could sense who and what she really was. Yet the stallion remained unaware, alerted only by his companion. Merci gleefully watched the pair as she hopped ever closer, inching towards the pair while remaining out of the wolf's reach. She could transform in a blink if the situation became too hairy, but she didn't want to risk those jaws, not just yet anyway.

Slowly she hopped into the clearing, sniffing cautiously and then freezing as if she were afraid of the wolf. Though really any sane rabbit wouldn't have set foot near the creature in the first place. When the wolf called Ghost made no move towards her, Merci slowly hopped forward once more, moving closer to the stallion and basking in his scent. She could smell the warm blood running through his veins and savored the scent. This was the meal that she had been waiting for. Perhaps this stallion and his companion would finally appease her blood lust and give her some relief.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

The Rabbit must be rabid, the way it came closer instead of fleeing. "Ghost to me!" Jon called him, and for a Ghost loped back quickly to him. His muzzle held a feral snarl and his red eyes were gleaming at the rabbit.

Jon pushed his sword against the rabbit to see what would happen. Something was going on there, something bad...he could feel it. But the only way he knew to figure it out was to push forward and test the limits. He wouldn't learn by being craven and standing back.

"What are you? Reveal yourself?" His voice was strong, if low.  

[CheshireKttty]

Merci glared at the cold iron as it touched her fur. The blade was sharp and it could easily kill her in this form. She didn't care for the way the stallion was poking and prodding her. He knew she wasn't natural but he hadn't quite figured out what or who she was just yet. If he truly had any wits, he'd have killed her right then and there. Instead he was hesitating, giving her a chance to hop back a few paces.

Her game up, Merci revealed herself to the stallion. She had hoped to play with him a while longer, but his wolf had given her away and alas she had to cut the game short. "See for yourself." She spoke sweetly, giving the impression of innocence. Anyone in their right mind ought to know better, but she had run into the spare idiot or two. Those were especially fun to play with.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Jon Snow stood his ground as the bunny transformed into a huge walker. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, his whole body was shot with adrenaline. She was a walker, a warg--whatever you wanted to call it.

Ghost was growling fiercely, his teeth bared to her. He might not be able to win this fight. Walkers were fierce creatures, hard to kill. He had some strength, he'd been raised in the art of fighting and strategy, but this was something different.

He bared his own teeth at her, "What do you take me for?" He knew that he had to kill her, to let her go would be to cause someone else's death. He struck out with his b*****d blade.  

[CheshireKttty]

Her smile faltered at his words. Unfortunately for her, he seemed to have quite a few more wits about him than she had expected. Too bad, the dim witted ones were always quite enjoyable.

"I had hoped to play with you a bit." She growled while barely dodging the bite of his blade. "But it seems you're ready for a hasty death and I'm afraid I must oblige."

Slowly she attempted to circle the stallion and his pet. She kept herself just barely out of his reach, evaluating him as she went. The bit of steel he held certainly gave him an advantage, as well as the wolf at his side. Sans Merci would have to watch herself and plan her moves carefully in order to survive this battle. If she had the choice, she might even walk away, but the hunger in her stomach urged her forward. She needed blood, and she would not back away now. Her size and speed should help her, yes she was still quite large, but not as large as most skinwalkers. She could also transform and run away if she needed to retreat.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Jon missed the mare with his blade, the force of the swing burying itself in the soft snow. He pulled it lose, his muscles taut as he watched her. This was his first encounter with a true white walker. He had heard the tales. He needed to stop her then burn her body.

Jon Snow took a steadying breath as he watched her, keeping his back away from her so as not to give her an opening. He sliced at her again, as Ghost lunged at her flank.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Forgot to roll  

[CheshireKttty]

This time, Sans Merci winced as steel bit into her flesh. She jumped a few paces back, and continued her circle. She wouldn't be able to get at him from the front but if she could just find an opening.

For a brief moment, Merci thought she might have a chance and she took it without hesitating. Ignoring the pain in her flank, the mare lunged forward, teeth bared.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

He noticed too late that his side was exposed. By the time he moved to cover it, her teeth were sunk into his flesh. He screamed in fury and wrenched away from her, his blood leaving crimson stains on her mouth and the snow.

Ghost leaped at her hind leg while Jon swung the axe slowly toward her neck, then quickly changing directions he tried to use the blunt side to smash her chest.  

[CheshireKttty]

The taste of warm blood flowing into her mouth filled Sans Merci with a Euphoric warm tingle. She only barely noticed the steel heading straight for her neck and only just tried to dodge. Too late. She had fallen for the feint and felt the blunt side of it hit into her.

She cringed at the thought of the bruise that would leave but only for a moment before the wolf was biting into her hock. Merci kicked wildly, trying to free herself of the wolf as she tried to avoid the stallions attacks. She sent a good kick towards the wolf. Freeing herself for a moment, She was able to lash out at the stallion, teeth bared once more.  

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

The thud of the side of the blade hitting her chest jarred his body. He could feel the blood dripping out of him. It was already taking a toll, his side stiff and unable to turn as quickly.

Her kick landed square in Ghost's face, and he watched his Direwolf fall to the ground with a whimper. Before he could move to help him, he saw her teeth coming at him again, grazing the side of his neck as he shoved bodily into her in an attempt to knock her sprawling.