Thread: Of Men and Monsters(Luana_Blodwyn/TheSilentProtagonist)

RE Of Men and Monsters Terror and panic were gripping her. Not to mention the beginnings of grief and guilt. How could she bear this? She had killed people. Perhaps not all were particularly innocent but she was not God. It was not up to her to end lives. Her chest and throat constricted and she felt a terrible pressure behind her eyes. She wanted to cry, normally she would have. This was beyond tears though or perhaps she really was a monster. A monster would not shed tears over this. Then a cacophony of barking broke into her thoughts. She started in fright and looked around. The hounds were out and they were hungry. She had understood that bark. How she knew what the hound said she didn't know but she heard it clear as day, as if this hunter had spoken it himself. They hungered for flesh. Fresh flesh from living victims. It made her shudder. Her attention turned to the hunter as he nodded to a house and told her to get inside. He also threatened her if she should move too quickly. To emphasize his point he brandished his strange weapon just a little. For a moment the woman stared at him. She did not care to be bossed about by this foreign hunter or threatened. However, what he said not only made sense but she wasn't quite ready to be bludgeoned to death. So she slowly got to her feet. Her legs felt a little unsteady and she wobbled just a little. Her body was surprisingly weak. When on her feet she took tentative steps toward the house he had gestured at. As she walked the nails on her feet clicked softly on the cobbles. The dress felt oddly drafty and she turned back to look. Her tail was still held up just as a cat would as it walked. It made her skirts rise up to bare her backside. With a small squeak she slapped a hand behind her to close the folds and push her tail down. Once inside the home she sniffed the air. It had a rank, musty scent to it. Clearly no one had lived there for some time. She went to a corner and turned to face the hunter. There she cut a hole in the back of the dress and fed her long, bushy tail through. God Almighty this was almost too much. She stepped from the corner to look about. They would have to wait here until sunrise. She watched the hunter carefully, worried he might strike at any moment. She did deserve it, after all she was a monster and had done unspeakable atrocities. Still, she did not yet wish to court death. I do not know what to tell you Hunter, she said quietly still with a small lisp from her longer and sharper teeth. My name is Ivah...I work at my family's apothecary...and I suppose I am...a monster. She held out her hands to look at the claws at each finger tip. But...at the same time not. Not right now, in some ways. I did all of that didn't I? Killed those people. I...I don't remember it...I only remember getting bitten by that cat and running then...then...nothing. Anger, fear, hunger...A blackness of emotions and nothing more. Then waking up in the street as though from a deep sleep. Not to mention a furious headache, she said as she rubbed her temple where the mace had connected when she was a beast. You will tell me nothing of yourself save being a Hunter I suppose. I do not blame you...I would not trust me either. Misery stuck to her words as she placed a hand to a wall and leaned her forehead on the cool, damask surface.