Flight. The pale hippogryph silently cursed at the fact the skinwalker could still fly, wishing and praying that the spirits would strike her down to give her at least a fighting chance at the walker. The Dark spirits that followed walkers and guided them however seemed to be stronger at the moment.
But such negative thoughts was soon swept away as Kamunyak's breath caught as she heard the walker shriek in pain, her crest lifting as she watched the monster plummet from the sky in the distance, her heart lifting. Neva was already so very far away, but the walker was now grounded! The spirits must have heard her plea!
Tucking down, she lowered herself to continue her stalking. She had some ways to travel, and she knew the walker would not be still for long -- that is unless the spirits had been kind enough to break it's legs or neck for her.
Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 11:28 am
It'd been a rather peaceful day for Yasmine, the young unicorn having been basking in the sunlight and enjoying a doze, nibbling often on a patch of clover, fond of the sweet plant that had grown around he lone tree in the field, an island in a sea of tall grass.
However such peace was shattered as she was woken from her light slumber by a shriek, her head lifting with a jerk, head turning towards the sound of a thump into the mass of long yellow-green stalks of grass. She slowly stood up, listening to the rustling in the grass of someone struggling, straining her neck to try and see who or what it was, "H-hello?"
The batwalker was even more vicious now that she was injured and in excruciating pain. She struggled to keep her hooves moving, but she was starting to stumble here and there. If she didn't rest soon then she was done for, and Neva could not stand the thought of that! Her ears twitched as she heard the sound of someone calling out, and with that she turned in the direction of the voice.
It only took her a few minutes to come across the unicorn mare, and she couldn't help but give a snarl in anger. The walker must be such a sight to see for the unicorn, covered in blood and gashes, and her wing just dangling helplessly to her side all bent and broken. It clicked in her mind that unicorns had healing powers and maybe she could "convince" this mare to heal her.
"I will spare you your life if you heal my wing." She growled as she glared at the mare. Oh how her throat looked so delicate...so delicious. She was getting so hungry and needed the taste of blood but she held it back, and hoped the unicorn mare realized just how much danger she was in.
Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 8:52 am
"Uuuh.." the Unicorn took a single step back. Even with the desperate state the skinwalker was in, Yasmine knew that standing still and healing a skinwalker meant becoming a recovery snack for one. She turned quickly on her back leg, bolting, "I doubt it!"
So much for her lovely day, nibbling at the clover and enjoying a peaceful bit of time on her own. She should have known not to trust this island in a sea of long grasses.
When the unicorn mare bolted, the batwalker let loose a blood-curdling scream based out of anger and pain. She did NOT want to be running anymore, but obviously this wasn't going to go the way she wanted.
"You will pay for this! As soon as I catch you you will be dead!" And with that Neva chased after the unicorn, stumbling every few steps but refusing to fall. Her wing was causing her excrutiating pain with every step she took but she had to ignore the pain. Blood fell in heavy drops as she ran, leaving a trail behind her. Hopefully by this point the harpy had given up the chase, but the bat couldn't think about that. First she had to catch this mare and make her heal her wing and other injuries.
Even with her injuries, Neva could see that she was gaining on the unicorn a little, she just had to push herself a little more.
Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 9:29 am
Once again talked this out with Pippi before posting
Glancing over her shoulder, the young unicorn swore softly under her breath, wishing she had spent more time running and practicing her speed than meticulously picking through fields of clover looking for ones with the fewest imperfections to nibble on, only wanting the healthiest and sweetest of the greens.
However, with the skinwalker gritting down to catch up as well, the gap was still being closed. Yasmine closed her eyes, mentally steeling herself. She only had one option, one final defense, and it was a risky venture but might, just might work.
She skid to a stop and turned quickly, lowering her head as she pointed her horn and braced herself, lifting one of her left legs to keep from breaking her neck as Neva slam into her, her horn slipping deep into the flesh of the mare's neck
The collision lingered for a second before she gave a strong burst of the horns concentrated healing energy, holding it as she pulled out with a twist, tearing and rehealing flesh as she did so, pushing her raised leg back to push the walker from her. Blood dripping from her horn, she panted -- Unicorn healing magic, when the body was in shock or large amounts of damage was done, caused a form of sedation that'd make the walker Lethargic. By causing further injury, tearing at flesh as she healed, she had, hopefully, given herself a chance to escape.
The moment passed and she turned once more to flee, not looking back to see if the walker was once more on her trail. And now she had one hell of a splitting headache, her neck stiff and sore, if I survive that I'm going to really feel that in the morning
Neva couldn't stop in time before skewering herself on the unicorn's very sharp...and painful horn. She let out a scream that was cut short as her windpipe was pierced. But soon after the unicorn was pulling her horn out, causing her to try to scream again.
With the support of the unicorn no longer there, Neva collapsed to the ground, still shocked from the impalement on the horn. And so, the unicorn would get away, but at the moment she did not care. She had gotten what she wanted from the mare, even if it had caused her more pain in the process.
She struggled to get up, as this was not a protected place. The mare was not going to let herself get caught off guard while she rested. But, her attempts at getting up was futile. Neva's body was just to exhausted and could not handle anything more.
Posted: Sat Jun 22, 2013 12:57 pm
Navigating in the deep grasses was difficult for the mutant hippogryph, the sandy-green stalks obscuring her vision as they stood above her vision even when she had her neck fully extended. Instead she had to navigate by sound, following the distant cries and noises whenever they were loud enough to reorient herself with and the increasingly large smears of blood, hoof prints, and broken stalks.
The blood curdling scream of the skinwalker as she cried out in pain and was suddenly cut, wet noise painful sounding even from this distance. Kamunyak's first instinct was to rush in to celebrate with what could very well be one of her sisters on the hunt, but caution tempered her excitement -- the flock wasn't the only thing that could kill an injured cursedwalker. The pale monster could very well have been returning to its master for protection and was instead disposed of.
Kamunyak let out a chirp, moving cautiously toward the noise stepping out into the clearing where the walker first encountered the unicorn. Looking around she investigated the scene -- everything seemed fresh, and the hoof prints looked..
Unicorn! Usually more helpful than harmful, they did have sharp horns and if forced to fight could cause a deadly wound. Kamunyak's eyes followed the trail, the tree on a rise that let her look over towards the shorter grass heading north towards the wide but shallow river in the distance, the air shimmering in heat. The flailing tail of an escaping unicorn occasionally flipped into the air above the shorter grasses.
A wicked smile crossed Kamunyaks lips and she let out a loud, harsh eagles cry in celebratory excitement and anticipation -- the hunt was nearly over, and that walker's skull was as good as hers!
The batwalker laid in the grass, sleeping. Her body still healing from her injuries and the "stab of life" from the unicorn. She was completely out of it, her body just in no shape to keep going at the moment.
Her mind was telling her to wake up and keep moving, that she shouldn't take any chances due to the fact that darn harpy could still be on the hunt and could be closing in. But at the moment her body would not respond to her mind and so she continued to sleep.
The piercing sound of a scream reached through her ears and into her mind, shocking her awake. Slightly dazed she looked around, the scream still ringing in her ear and she realized she had to make an effort to move or risk being an easy target. The unicorn had done its work, most of her injuries were at least partially healed so she wouldn't die from blood loss. And so she struggled to her hooves and tried to keep herself moving
Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2013 12:47 am
Running through the shorter grasses toward the river, Kamunyak swore softly as she sensed movement up a head, gritting into her run, pushing herself as fast as she could go. The Skinwalker was clearly injured, but seemed to be recovering from the shock of whatever the unicorn had done to her. Judging from past experiences with healers, its possible the unicorn had used her healing powers to temporarily sedate the walker due to the level of injury she had sustained.
But there was no way the walker had fully healed without the unicorn remaining to tend the wounds and guiding the energy, and the pale huntress, her coat still stained with mud with clean streaks rubbed off by the grass and the branches, just had to keep her grounding.
Coming up to the walker, she leaped towards Neva, wanting to make sure the mare didn't leave the ground as she spread her claws outwards, reaching for tender flesh
Whether or not this leaves any final marks on her is up to you o3o
Neva's ears moved in the direction of the slight change in the breezes, and it took every ounce of power to just move a bit faster, as she looked behind her and saw that bloody harpy leaping towards her. There was no way she was going to avoid being hit with this attack. Claws dug into her rump and she let loose a scream as she kicked with her back hooves as hard as she could to try and get the harpy off of her.
There would be scars from this encounter, scars that would make it impossible for Neva to forget. "You won't bring me down bird!" She hissed as she kept kicking at the harpy until she felt the weight of it fall off and she made yet another attempt and running. Hopefully with her being in the grasslands and injured it would still prove better than the claws of the bird being on flat ground.
Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 10:53 am
Large talons cut into the furred pelt fuzed to the mares body, scratching twin scars down her rump as they tried to gain a foothold into her flesh, Kamunyak's back claws curling forwards in the leap to give her a better stance for twisting the walker off her hooves.
It was a risky move, and unfortunately for the hippogryph, fortune did not seem to desire to grant her her kill as the skinwalker bucked, forcing her to dodge best she could to avoid a crushing blow to her chest while hanging on, trying to bounce with the kicks so not to have to let go. However her grip weakened, and while the blows where softened by her actions, she couldn't help but be winded by the strikes regardless and was jiggled loose from the walker, rolling away to avoid a more dangerous strike before staggering to her feet, breathless and mildly disoriented.
Shaking her head she swore softly, gritting herself down to continue to chase -- the walker was far more injured than she was and she would not so easily let her get away. Bearing down, she returned to the chase, using the bounding leaps often used to travel swiftly through the woods. It looked a bit ridiculous on land, but it allowed her to spend less energy on the run and attempt to catch up and herd the walker, desiring to wear her out.
Bounding until she was in front of the batwalker she charged again, sweat drenching her skin, her white coat stained an ivory from the mud that had been wiped away by the grass and her own sweat, making her seem the same color of her purewalker skull mask. Her black crest and tail spread out in a full display of aggression, the feathers, usually appearing black in the dark forest, instead glittered their iridescent gleam, looking like black opals spaced out on an oil slick dominated by blues and purples. Her pale blue eyes seeming to glow from their black sclera despite the shadows cast over them her facial armor, the polished Rainbow obsidian cabochon glowing blue as she faced the sun, looking as if it was a third and otherworldly eye fixed upon the walker. She made a hissing shriek like that of the red tailed hawk, only with the deeper, guttural scream of a horse blended into it, the noise an unnatural sounding warcry.
No words were exchanged with the walker from the hippogryph, only actions meant to either kill or drive where she wanted, her fierce expression showing no hesitation, no remorse, and no hint of any desire to leave this be without the outcome she desired: Neva dead and Kamunyak returning home victorious, or dead trying.
