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 Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 11:30 pm
This is a private roleplay between belloblossom's Grimm and Lockes and ABVirus' Obelus. Please do not post without permission.  
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Posted: Mon Feb 01, 2016 11:39 pm
There had been a decline in her meals recently. Grimm didn't like it. The mare that had blood around her muzzle, a lovely red and salty seasoning, no longer just went about her days providing meals of other mares or stallions. Instead, she shook violently and screamed and cried. Grimm didn't like it. Grimm had come to understand that the mare was important to her, but since she had stopped providing a steady supply of food, Grimm had been forced to wander away from the mare in search of her own meals.
She had toddled off early that morning, leaving her mare as she sleeps. It was still dark, but Grimm had smelled blood. Grimm was hungry, ravenous even and she was slowly closing in on the blood scent. Her jaws parting, she thought not of the glowing green eyes in her peripheral vision until she reached her prey. The body lay mangled and twitching, not yet dead. It smelled of blood and good things. Grimm liked it.
Her teeth sank into the meat, ripping and clawing at the flesh and crunching through tendons and bones. The body convulsed a final time and then lay still. Grimm liked it very much, though she would likely not like what came next.
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Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2016 1:06 am
A muffled growl sounding from the underbrush dual points of green flame shining from the leaves as a bear walker in feral form emerged from the brush. A sneer of disgust spread thick on her face. carrying a basket of herbs in it's jaws, which she put down carefully shaking in rage. What do we have ...here? A life stealing pet that knows not it's place? A paw batting at the bloody mess sending it spinning a few feet back, slamming it into the base of a tree. Obel's voice lowering: "...the meat is irrelevant. HOWEVER that life was mine to take, reptile." The irritated Bear walker circling the gator with a twitch in her step. Obel's Emerald claws lingering in the red stained leaf pile where the body had been. The walker pausing here and drawing in the scent of the fresh blood. The gator had enraged the walker and she circled the reptile musing on what to do. the toy it had killed, she hadn't been done with. Leaving to try to see how long she could extend it's last moments. Instead greeted by a greedy reptile enjoying a glass eyed meal. she didn't care for thick hides or the meat of reptiles, paired with already having eaton left her in a more agreeable mood. besides, she was more enraged about the death than the loss of the meal. Had she been the one to deal the killing blow, she'd have no issue leaving the scraps behind. It came to the principal of the matter. The theft of a life.
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2016 10:04 pm
The alligator turned, her maw smothered in the blood of her meal and her pale eyes fixed on the bear in front of her. Grimm was not frightened, not even by th glowing green eyes of her new companion. Instead, she found herself taking on a look of contentment. She had seen nasty creatures before and the gator (who was roughly eight feet and length and a formidable opponent with her strong jaws and sharp teeth) was determined to survive. After all, there were much yummier things to eat.
"Maybe not, but if you wanted to keep it, you should have taken it with you." Surely dragging the deceased couldn't have been that difficult. Or maybe it was just a gator thing. "But I'll tell you what, we'll find you someone new. My mare and I have been hunting long enough that I know how to tell a kicker or a screamer from one who isn't."
Grimm didn't want to leave her mare on her own for very long though, so either she would have to go back and tell her that she was going hunting for a while, or they would have to get a move on. The gator's tail moved behind her, impatient as an agitated feline as she thought.
"You cannot eat my mare, but she and I can attract one such prey thing to you, if you would like. Then you can haul it off and we can be square and on our separate ways. Or..." The gator opened her mouth wide and closed it with a loud SNAP! "We can have a go here, and you may not get off as nice as you would had you taken up my offer."
Grimm may have been a gator that stopped to eat every hour, but that in no way made her any sort of stupid.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 9:07 pm
The bear walker's pacing stopping with a slight involuntary shake of the head. ...Fine silver tongue you have." closing her eyes in a relaxed manner and stretching her neck, her bones popping and cracking as she shifted. A grey and black mare standing the deep and wide bear tracks.
That's ...Better. Later, I may have other test subjects that need to be disposed of... quietly. Wandering over to the tree and sticking her snout into the bloody mess that left of the mare. ...You ate the foal. Seems, I need to test those herbs again. It's lucky you have teeth sharp as your mind, reptile. now... finish your meal and gIve me time to calm down... I'm going back to my den to nap, bring your mare along the mountain path to the hot springs. I'll know when you are nearby." The walker wandering off towards her den.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2016 9:53 pm
The alligator watched the bear turn into a mare of similar size to her own and they even bore similar coats. Where as this mare wore the entire pelt of a bear, Grimm's mare had the heads of three upon her backside, though Grimm had never thought to ask of them. Had they grown there, or had Lockes slain them? It was anyone's guess.
At any rate, the mare had accepted her proposal and Grimm was satisfied. The green-eyed character had even agreed to let her finish her meal, which was a pleasant surprise. It sounded as though she would have other meals to prepare for Grimm and the reptilian familiar found herself delighted at the thought. Her mare may not be providing food as often, but Grimm believed then that wh had found herself a temporary replacement, though of course her mare was still very important to her. There was no changing that.
She said nothing to the mare as she walked off, only watching through pale eyes as the green fire disappeared with herbs in tow. Only after she had disappeared, did Grimm turn around and begin to toddle back towards the meal. When there was little more than broken bones and fur scraps left, she crawled back to her mare at last; she had a lot of explaining to do. She found Lockes standing where she had left her, looking around perplexedly."Where have you been?" Lockes asked, anxiety in her voice for her familiar, who had become dear to her over their acquaintanceship. I loathed to think what could have happened to you." "Something did happen to me, Miss Lockes." It was the title that Grimm knew her mare liked best. In hopes of enticing her mare, she had used it, to better prepare her for the conversation she did not entirely want to have. "I have agreed to go hunting for another carnivore, and I require your assistance, Miss Lockes to ensure I do not get hurt in the hunt." It was a clever lie to endear her to her mare further. While she was certain that she would need no help in a hint, she did need the skill of her mare's blade and should her mare feel the need to protect Grimm, she would use her weapon. Grimm knew this well, for it had happened before. Lockes was uncertain. She didn't know what her familiar had gotten into and she wasn't sure that she wanted to follow in with such a sparse explanation, but Grimm's plan had succeeded: she didn't wish the alligator any sort of harm.
"Alright, I will go with you for your protection, but... Just don't put yourself in any harm's way that you might need it, alright?" She was satisfied by her familiar's nod. The alligator then turned around and with a flick of her massive tail, beckoning for Lockes to follow.
The journey was not unpleasant nor unfamiliar, for Lockes was a frequent visitor to the Hot Springs. Once they got to the path up the mountainside, she assumed she would meet whomever Grimm had set up this... arrangement with, up at the springs. When her alligator stopped her however, she looked down in confusion. Where were they going then? But her gator had settled down, looking equal parts cautious and patient. Lockes' unease grew and she glanced behind her at the blade that was deeply planted in the Baby Bear's skull, where it rested when she didn't wield it. She hadn't for some time. Was this stranger going to force her to open up a door she was trying to close forever?
This is the last time I let Grimm wander off on her own. She thought, ears flicking back as she too waited for... Well, something.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2016 2:59 am
Obelus had chosen this den for a reason- She was always aware of the comings and goings. the Cave was between a bluff leading to a series of native cut switchbacks and then curved around a grove of trees. The gator, was also easy to track, being he was slow and stopped often. Obelus knew they were nearby through the 'snap' of the haunch she had left on the path. It had been a good few days, and she had more playthings than hunger and time. The river flowing from her cave - the source of which one of the local springs did a good job with small amounts- She'd toss the scraps of a meal in and within a week it'd all be washed down into the lakes and pools of the outer hot springs. Leaving only the heavy bones behind at her cave. the oldest bones which she would crush under her hooves until broken into a fine white dust-would gather along the shore of the a few feet down stream. It was this bone dust that made her garden grow as strong and as potent as it did. fed by the stream and and bolstered by her natural tendencies for plants.
Her issue was- her stream had gotten clogged. As well a persistent mold was beginning to setting in had already ruined her mushroom gardens, and was now threatening her herbs. The reptile- had been useful to come upon, since they would not only provide a solution for now, in they would have no issue clearing out the spoiled meat causing the streams blockage- but continue to do so... and though that, maintain her precious garden.
Normally her cave was better hidden, but any approaching would smell it, and as a result, Obelus made no attempt to hide it, or her nature. Rousing from her nap fully at the sound of slow trotting hooves around the bend. She was fed, and had a need to meet. As well she had been promised a fresh plaything, She knew that a native expecting child had visited the springs with their family earlier in the day.
A wide grin spreading knowing she wouldn't even have to expend the effort to catch the natives this time, with humans being annoying to hunt due to their small mostly meatless frames and sharp knives. The same grin still lingering as the mare and reptile came across the walker. The prospect of a meal and a show left the walkers excitement growing, the fire in her eyes dancing in expectation. Shadows starting to Lengthen as early evening set in.
"Ahh- Reptile ...Took your time. Theres a native and her family returning from the springs soon. Do try to get most back to me, alive. You can eat one, but NOT the adult female. Understood?
Obelus sizing up the mare with the gator. She had hard eyes but the blades on her back smelled dry. No wonder the reptile had sought out her plaything.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 10:18 pm
Lockes had gone wide-eyed as soon as the skinwalker crawled out of her hiding spot. Her legs trembled slightly and she shot Grimm a look of bewilderment. What on earth had her familiar gotten them into? Lockes then turned her eyes to the sky... Spirits, help them.
Looking back to the fire-eyed bearwalker as it began to speak to her familiar, telling Grimm of their task. It was a native that the monstrous Soquili assigned to them, but Lockes couldn't keep her mouth shut at that.
"Are you so completely vulgar?" She spat at the walker, only to stiffen as soon as the words were out of her mouth. She had to be very careful with what was said next. She had to show that she wasn't scared, even if that was far from what she was feeling at that moment. "It is beneath our trade to deal in the simple meat of human natives. I will not lower myself to such standards, no matter how imperfect the natives lingering about these lands may be. Either you give me something worth being slain by my blade, or we don't get you a single thing." Her entire body was trembling at this point, but Lockes found that rather than fear, there was something else bubbling up within her.
It was a dark, twisted pride in her words. She truly believed her words and her eyes burned as brightly as the green flames that glared into hers from those of the walker's. Her nostrils flared and her tail slapped the air behind her.
"My familiar and I will find you a piece of worthy prey by my standards and then we will be done with you forevermore. Unless you wish to test my strength and that of Grimm's?" She turned her head only slightly to withdraw her blade from the head of the baby bear that it sunk into and crimson eyes returned to that of the bearwalker's with a newly found malicious intent. The intent to kill had returned to Lockes and it was the only time that Lockes truly wanted to kill what was in front of her, instead of giving into a horrible rage as she was so used to.Grimm looked up in delight at the familiar look of bloodlust she saw in her bonded's gaze and while she was silent up until this point, Grimm's head now turned onto the bearwalker and snorted in satisfaction. Would the creature take up her bonded's offer, or would Grimm be getting a second meal in one day? She gave a low growl to drive the point home in case there was any consideration in the walker's mind. This should be an easy choice for the walker, Grimm was certain.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 11:03 pm
Obelus laughed in an empty manner.
"I never said to kill, did I? I said you COULD kill some of them, and that's only because i'm in a good mood. Though now... we'll see how long that lasts. The meat your reptile took from me, was with child. As is the native... who I require, safe and alive, in specific." an exhausted bored tone entering the walkers speech "...If this were simply a matter of a lost meal ...i'd have let this go already, yes?" the walker pacing in an agitated manner "when you say things like that it reflects you were not listening." a long pause lingered on the walkers tongue... "ok I lied- it doesn't have to that native if it offends your precious pride so, but it must be equal trade, meaning with foal and still breathing. you've already misunderstood me once, so...
Obelus backed further into her cave as the blade was loosened in it's skull.
...put the blade down. You can can find more difficult prey if you wish! I don't get it, but... I really, don't care. either way."
The desire to kill in the mares eyes had been a serious one, but obelus was secure knowing what was between her and the cold eyes filled with old rage. She would not fight on even terms, and the wide pit trap that spanned the distance between them existed for this exact reason. ...and it only this that allowed obelus to remain calm.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 11:07 am
Lockes was equal parts disgusted and satisfied. This creature before her was the definition of weak, Lockes was beginning to see that now. When things didn't go its way, the monster had to hide and manipulate others to get what it wanted, rather than do it itself. A weak skinwalker, well that was something to write home about-if Lockes had had a home.
Still, the mare was of a darker disposition. Her body knew battle and refused to relax despite having figured out some part of this monster's mind. Her blade remained clenched in her teeth, even though the walker retreated towards its den. From around it, with surprisingly clear speech she replied in haughty tones.
"I will get you what I deem suitable, whether it fits your terms is based purely on my whim. I refuse to do the bidding of someone willing to sink as lowly as you have, skinwalker." Then with a swish of her tail, Lockes departed, the bloodlust fueling her forward. She needed to kill, else she lose her adrenaline rush and flee for her life, leaving her familiar behind, which she would not do.Grimm watched her bonded leave, remaining behind so to contemplate her own actions. Would she go aid her bonded? No, not this time. While she was happy her bonded was feeling the wind in her mane again, Grimm had a lurking feeling that if she did not go and fetch the human native as the bear-horse had requested, the creature would not stop until the debt was paid and Grimm was beginning to wish her claws washed of this whole affair.
"I will return with your desired meal and my debt will be finished and cleared." Confirmed the gator as she slithered up the cliff side.
When she returned, it would be with blood coating the paler patterns of her scales and walking slowly down the hill with the body of a round-bellied native behind her. She dragged it by a leg, which was profusely bleeding, though it had slowed after a time and by pure luck, Grimm had avoided any major veins. The leg was held at an awkward angle, clearly broken, but Grimm wouldn't have been able to return with it any other way.
With a jerk of her head as she reached the den of the bear-horse.
"I have brought your meal. She still breathes, as you asked of me. My debt it repaid and once my bonded returns, you can wave her attitude with the other meals she may have brought you." Then with a jerk of Grimm's head, the native woman sprawled forward with a heavy thud onto the space between the den and where Grimm stood.
You can be sure of Grimm's surprise when the ground the woman lay upon began to tremble. She hastily retreated backwards as the ground gave way and the native fell into a massive hole. Grimm, after the ground stilled, moved slowly forward and peered into the hole. The woman beneath was squirming and making noises of distress, seemingly conscious though her eyes were tightly closed.
The bear-horse must have known that the ground would fall away here, Grimm thought. Had the creature expected it to turn out as it did? Had the woman been meant for this hole, or had the wicked bear-horse made a miscalculation? Either way...
"This changes nothing! I brought you the native and our affairs with one another are finished!" If the bear-horse disagreed, she would have to answer to Grimm's bloody fangs.
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 6:45 pm
The proud mare left and obel said nothing the words sliding off her like an empty threat. chuckling and calling after her: DO stay on the path and avoid the LOW road of the right fork proud one! echoing laughter following.
Obel in high spirits and playful mood. The reptile lingered and said a few words, Obel noding at the gator in confirmation. happy to be getting a meal and a pet.
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the proud mare thought her a coward. she could see it in the disdain in the warriors eyes. content to let the old warrior mistake her craftiness for weakness, Obel walking carefully across the narrow bridge between the pits following her departure Obel glaring after the prideful mare knowing she was too useful to harm.
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the gators return was quick and there was a return of conflict- admiration? Obel didn't DISLIKE the gator and found her reliable and useful. Not even minding when the women was thrown onto the pit trap Obel Laughed as the pit trap gave way sending the women into the pit. sitting down on the edge and observing the women- she was badly injured, but breathing and alive in the muddy pit. it's soft wet bottom was meant to capture opposed to kill. Obel laughing recalling the taste of the natives who had dug the pit for her. Content to know the women would be going nowhere with her leg bent the way it was. Rising with a her flames dancing in a content slow flicker. waiting for the gator to finish speaking before asking patiently in an indifferent tone: "...And her family? Any escape?
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 10:21 pm
Grimm's expression fell into that of a permanent boredom. The bear-horse seemed content at her delivery, laughing when the ground had fallen away. The woman inside had quieted slightly, though her whimpers still managed to reach Grimm's ears. The long tail moved slowly across the grass.
"Do you think me a fool? If I had left any survivors, they would have ran for help to come and kill the demon gator." Grimm had learned this the hard way and snorted at the thought of repeating such a mistake. "Besides, even the meal I had earlier could not sate my appetite for long." The gator was always hungry, rarely staying full for more than a quarter hour before the cold nawing feeling within her stomach returned. "There was little I could do about the blood, but monsters lurk around every corner. I doubt anyone will pay much mind to it." Grimm refused to look down at the woman in the hole again. Instead, she shuffled back and lay down, her pale eyes focused on those of the green flames of the bear-horse's in front of her. All that was left to do now was wait for her bonded to return.--- Lockes had mastered the trick of letting her mind go blank when she was in the middle of a kill. It had been a trick she learned unknowingly, before she realized what she was doing. Whenever she couldn't remember something these days, she knew it was because she had relapsed and killed an innocent again.
At the moment, her mind was completely blank. It remained this way until she was rolling a corpse downhill and was greeted by the sight of her familiar, the rock of her mind. Because she was just coming back from her emptiness, Lockes would not realize her familiar was coated in blood until after the gator had cleaned up. The darkness in her eyes was slowly returning and with a final kick, the body of a Cerynei stallion, coated in mud, dust and his own blood lay beside the monster.
"This is the only sort of meal that will suit you." Lockes sneered at the monster before her. Then, to Grimm she said sharply, "Come, Grimm. We're leaving, now." The mare turned on her hind legs in a sharp half-circle and then stalked to stalk off. Her blade was coated with a fresh red and planted back into the skull of the littlest bear on her back, staining it's fur red.
Grimm got to her claws, relieved that her bonded hadn't commented on the body in the hole or the blood on her scales. Maybe she just hadn't noticed. Turning around to begin following her bonded, she swung her head around to look sidelong at the creature behind her and gave her a toothy grin. This wasn't a total mistake, maybe they would exchange meals again, one could never know for sure.
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