The sun was beginning to fade from the sky and the night creatures were starting to make their way out of their burrows and safe homes. This was the time of day that the batwalker enjoyed. She never stayed in one area to long, and if someone were to see the scars that littered her body, they would understand why. Though, Neva had some plans to see revenge on those that had tried to kill her. Her passion for revenge was taking the attention off of the family that she came from, the family that she was determined to kill. Once she had her revenge though, she would go back to her original goal, but for now, those things must pay.
First though, she must find others to join her in her revenge plan. And so she wandered the lands, searching, looking, for the right specimens to join her. Pausing mid-step, she smelled the air as the breeze went by, and with a small snarl turned and headed towards the smell. Another skinwalker was nearby.
Posted: Sun Jan 05, 2014 9:29 am
In tiger form, Zulian prowled. He was more massive by far than any natural predator in the area. Most of the animals knew to flee as soon as they saw his glowing eyes, but there were always the ones that were a little more slow and stupid. One of these was a raccoon, a bushy-tailed fellow who looked up blankly at Zulian as he walked by. With a snap of his jaws, the raccoon was no more.
Growling to himself, Zulian started eating his kill. He was gnawing on a bone from the leg when the wind shifted and he picked up another scent. Skinwalker? The fur raised on his back and he glared around, looking for where his enemy might come from.
Moments later, the mare spotted the smaller tiger eating its prey. Perhaps this creature would not be strong enough for her purposes. She would just have to find out and find out she would. "Such a pathetic little weakling you are, if the only thing you can catch is just a mere raccoon." Her voice called out, sounding bored and just slightly annoyed.
"You wouldn't suit my purposes at all, being such a weakling. And you call yourself a skinwalker." Neva gave a small tsk as she walked closer to the tiger. "There's no fight in you, is there?"
Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 5:52 pm
"Brava, brava..."
There was a muffled clapping noise as a massive bearwalker, physically built partially like a grizzly bear and a little like a Polar bear, sat on her haunches and clapped her massive paws together. A glint sparkled in her eyes as she leaned fowards again, shifting from her bear form to Horse, a growing longer in leg, face, and neck, slimming out but growing taller in exchange. She twirled a claw in a circle by her temple then wiggled them, savoring the moment of being the biggest fish in the pond, the only 'true' walker in the confrontation.
Pizzly had come to tussle with the Catwalker, staying downwind from him so to catch him with his guard set down, wanting a fight with something with a little bite to it after her 'win' against her brother, but still wanting an easy kill. But watching something so brittle boned as a batwalker picking on a massive catwalker was a bit of hilarity she felt would make for a little extra fun -- perhaps getting between the walkers would give her two trophies, or a game of some sorts to play them against each other, "Little bat, you must have no self preservation instincts if you're moving closer to a catwalker after insulting them. Or is just this how you Curseling's flirt?"
Zulian's head whipped to the side at the sound of another's approach. The bear's timing had stopped him from tearing out the silly batwalker's throat. He didn't like that, but the bat was now insignificant in the face of this greater threat. He had heard of bearwalkers before but had never before seen one in the flesh. She was a purewalker too, only the second one he had ever met in his life.
"I should kill both of you," he growled, spreading his claws wide on the ground and taking a protective stance over his kill. He knew he could kill the batwalker easily... she had wings and soquili with wings had such weak and crackable bones. The bear, though... the bear worried him even with all of his bulk and destructive power.
Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 6:45 pm
The batwalker snarled at the intrusion as she turned her attention to the bear. While she was the smallest walker in this little "friendly" group, she wasn't afraid of them. Nothing would take her down before her goals were accomplished. Nothing.
"I have nothing to fear from this pathetic weakling." She said as she stared down the bearwalker with her golden eyes. It did not matter to her that this thing was a pure. Nothing would get in her way, and maybe it could turn into an advantage. "Now. If you would be kind enough to go away, this one is my toy to play with. You can have your turn later."
She was small, but she was not about to let this purewalker chase her off. The only downside was Neva was unsure of how her wing claws would get through all that fur to really do damage, but she would figure that out later if it came down to it.
Pizzly Nodded, tilting her head to the side and eyes half lidded, "Right right, Kind.. Oh.. That's right."
She charged, plowing into the Batwalker like a landslide, plowing the mare over into a tumble over the ground, before finally sitting on her stomach, back legs pinning the wings and the other mares legs as she pressed one large paw against the mares throat, pinning her down with a manic grin, eyes wild, "I'm a Skinwalker: I don't do 'Kind'......"
She lifted her head to look at the Catwalker -- she had created some distance between the two but she couldn't forget his existance unless she wished to die, her shoulders hunched as she stuck a long claw up the empty socket of Neva's missing fang, digging in and grabbing her jaw, holding the other mare's jaw shut as she leaned in, digging to cause as much pain as possible. Her breath rank of raw flesh, tilting Neva's head back and forth, inspecting the damage already caused to her. Pizzly's voice dripped with sarcasm, "Poooor poor little Curseling. It seems you've been taught this lesson already and you just don't learn it."
She twisted her claw into the socket with a purr, enjoying the pain she was causing the batwalker as she pulled at the pelt, as if trying to rip it off of her skin. Part of her wondered how a skinwalker would look if its pelt was forcibly removed, but she wouldn't have said luxury,, "Word of advice if you survive this day: Small, squishy, brittle morsals like you? Need to be smarter than this and need to recognize that you are not going to survive as a brute when the big boys and girls can break your neck with a. Single. Swipe."
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 7:51 pm
The bear took her by surprise as she was quickly pinned down. This creature was far more agile than the bat would have preferred and this was her consequence for assuming that she would be quicker because of her size. Now here she was pinned down and being injured.
A bloodcurdling scream came from her as she felt the bearwalker's claw twist into the socket of her missing fang and the pull of her pelt. It was excrutiating pain and even admist all the pain, Neva wasn't sure what was worse, the physical pain, or the embarrasment this bear was putting her through. The humiliation of it all.
But, maybe the bear was right and she hadn't learned her lesson. Yet, she couldn't let go of her failures. She had to prove herself! But, was she going about it the wrong way? Was the bear right? Oh the humiliation! Right now she really wanted this damn bear off of her and so she started to struggle in hopes of knocking her off, despite the pain she was going through. Though, it wasn't a very strong struggle considering the weight of the bear and well, the pain she was going through but she had to try.
Once more, Zulian's strike at the batwalker was cut short before it could begin. The bear had her now, grappling her in a cruel clawed grip. Zulian stared to see her holding and tormenting the thrashing batwalker. It was a display of raw power that he had never before seen the likes of. Tearing into someone was delightful, but watching someone like her doing the tearing for him was almost as powerful.
With glowing eyes half-lidded, Zulian watched, wondering if the bear would kill the bat, hoping that she would.
Posted: Wed Jan 22, 2014 9:24 pm
"And you spoke of purposes."
She twisted her claw once more before lifting the claw holding the mares neck down and forcing her to open her mouth, tapping her claw against a corrisponding tooth -- it'd be so easy to knock the tooth out, or even tear her jaw away from her face, but the bear was unsure what sort of shape she wanted her eventual trophy to be, or even if she wanted to toy with her longer. Make her think she finally won only to have her blind sided -- the bat was clearly mad enough to not recognize a threat well enough that she could send her to crash Her Twins little party and not even notice how much danger she was in. "What cause or purpose could such a dim witted little Curseling have? Such a blind little bat. Perhaps you're trying to find a new face? I could certainly give you one"
She pulled slowly, wanting to slowly peel the pelt from the walkers face "Maybe you'd be better off as a mouse.. No, no too clever -- I'll peel your face off and put a freshly skinned jellyfish, still fresh and stinging to replace that -- would be fitting the stupidest creature I have ever planned on killing to have their last moments be finding themselves a brainless, squishy skin of water, drying in the noon day sun.."
The batwalker let out yet another scream as the bearwalker started to pull ever so slowly on her pelt. She struggled to try to free her wings so she could claw the bear's eyes out, but as hard as she struggled she just could not get them free, especially not wanting to cause anymore damage to the one wing. Neva was determined to live. She could not die now, not when she had plans to follow through on, and so many threats to fulfill!
Yet, what was she to do with a giant...fat...bear on top of her? No matter how hard she struggled she just couldn't get the bear to move. Though, there just had to be a way she could convince the bear to join her in going after those bloody skydancers, but what? How? There had to be something the bear wanted!
Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 5:55 pm
Pizzly's ears flicked backwards after a while -- was this batwalker only good at screaming, her mind completely shattered when faced with reality. It seemed almost a pity. Most of her victims were begging or bargaining, and the endless screaming was utterly pathetic to her ears, and rather dull over all.
Withdrawing her finger from the mares empty tooth socket, she instead grabbed her muzzle, forcing her mouth shut, hissing under her breath with a rattling growl, "shut it you insufferable snot" She seemed to grow as her fur rose on its hackles, her body shuddering slightly and eyes tight, intense, and feral, sharper. She hadn't transformed but the way she held herself made her seem as if she had changed subtly somehow, becoming more dangerous; an impressive feat considering she already seemed crafted out of raw murderous power. But now she seemed somewhat insulted, her keen mind growing bored of simple prey. She had outwitted her supposedly brainier brother, and this mares screams didn't give her the continued pleasure of not only physically over powering but dominating completely, mind and body, the game growing boring.
"Give me one reason not to tear your throat out, and watch you drown in your own blood. Give me a reason not to see the fear in your eyes as you fight, gagging and gurgling, for your last breath, knowing your insanity brought you to this point, unable to move, pinned and dieing like the worthless bit of meat you are. " She let go of Neva's muzzle, pinning her head back by the ear, "You're hardly worth a trophy to keep and remember. You'd lay forgotten, left as scraps for this brute you considered pathetic to eat." Her attention returned to the Catwalker, grinning slightly -- he seemed like he'd be a good game at some point, a stunning trophy -- his armor would look fabulous on her den wall, his pelt a lovely little scarf to wear, or perhaps a rug in her den. But part of him wanted to wait for him to shift to his soquilian form -- while the cat's feral form was massive, the Cursedwalker would more likely be larger, and she might be able to take his armor to wear, his pelt as a full cape or bed cover. And overall he'd be more of a challenge to kill.
And he'd need a full meal to be a true challenge, not a little snack.
Her voice was soft and lilting, almost seductive, "you would like it if I killed her for you, wouldn't you. You quite obviously could do so yourself, but why waste an easy, fresh meal made of a competitor. Then perhaps we could have our own little fight on a better date. See who's top predator."
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Tag! Additionaly: Neva really get her brain into action fast, I don't think I can hold pizzly back for another round of posts.
