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Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste Not only did the sounds of screams get Celeste's ears, but so did the horns. But ... those are only ... for ... Her eyes widened as she put two and two quickly together. Gathering the last of her arrows, she put all but one in her quiver. MOM! DAD! She looked around, panic and fear overtaking her. Why were the war horns being blown now? What had happened? A part of her did want to know and yet another didn't. In the end, it didn't seem to matter. As she got back to her house, she found no one. Swallowing nervously, she gazed around and over her shoulder. M-mom .... dad? Blood stained the walls ... the floor ... and she was beginning to feel sick. Her head shook no ... this wasn't happening. Was it? Please ... Diana don't let this be happening please ... Her feet reluctantly began to guide themselves inside her house. More blood ... but no other hints as to where her parents were or what happened. Well ... not exactly anyways. There was still - thankfully - a possibility of them being alive but how likely was that? The trembling teenager exited ... and began searching the rest of Verona. There would have to be some better hint - answer maybe even - within her hometown. Wouldn't there? Keeping her ears and eyes both open, she continued looking in every direction possible. She hadn't yet been taught how to properly use her bow and arrow for fighting but it seemed she would have to self-teach herself. Pulling the string on her bow back beside her right ear, she kept a firm grip on it. It wasn't too much, however, that if she needed to let go, she would do so too late. It was, however, tight enough that she wouldn't let go and shoot too soon.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

With a sickening ripping sound Redfang tore open the neck of an older human male with his fangs, the man's screaming silenced in a chorus of bloody gurgles. His sword fell from his hand and clattered to the ground having not even touched Redfang once. Though they were vigilant and brave, Redfang found Verona's warriors...lacking. Throwing the corpse aside he wiped the blood from his maw with one arm leaving a long red stain on the leather plating. Around him his pack was fighting against the defnse mounted by the humans, a desperate act with no real leadership behind it. His kind had been quick to slaughter those putting up an organized resistance, herding the rest of their warriors into this area and turning it into a bloodbath. Civilians were fleeing all around, trying to escape only for wolves to nip at their heals and bring them down like so much prey. Speaking of which... He turned his attention to a sniveling, crying figure behind him. Apparently the wife of a local blacksmith he had been forced to drop her when he had been attacked. He was itching to release himself after a battle, his male instincts worked into a frenzy by the scent of blood and women. Grabbing the crying woman's leg he dragged her away from the battle sight, planning on getting some room for himself and his prey. The poor woman clawed at the ground under her as she was dragged off into the next street, familiar homes burning around her. Redfang didn't care for her screams for mercy, only for how tight she would be between her legs. As he turned into the street corner his ears picked up in alarm, yellow eyes turning to his side as he caught the sight of a archer coming from around the corner.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste The sight of all the blood ... had been making her uneasy. Now, though, that of the enemy seemed to add on. A massive and tall ... lycan? Was that truly what she was gazing at? She had heard of them so much but seen? Never once before. It was beautiful in a way but given the circumstances of their arrival, it was as scary too. Her head shook as she forced herself to snap back to reality, the screams of the woman he was carrying aiding out in her doing so. It wasn't her mom ... but it was still a person from here. That alone was more than enough incentive to know she couldn't dare run. What would be the point of all her training otherwise? L..let her go! She demanded, trying to keep her fear pushed away. Letting loose of the string, she deftly pulled another arrow and notched it. Regardless of whether the first hit the lycan's shoulder or not, she had to make sure of a couple things. Right now, the first was the safety of the woman. Next would be her own once she was done. Assuming, of course, it went that well. Though she looked confident on the outside, inside she was genuinely horrified. The height difference ... and seeing how easy he was carrying the woman made her unable to help but wonder if she was way out of her league. Probably ... but running would get her nowhere either. Besides, with her worshipping Diana, she simultaneously did so to Apollo - Diana's brother - at the same time. He had been famous for guiding arrows for heroes before. ... Like you aided Paris against Achilles once before, please ... help me also ... Releasing the second arrow, going for his chest this time, she began reaching for a third.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Redfang only growled in response to her threat, his claws tightening to the poor woman's leg. His long tongue licked his jawline at the sight of the young girl trying to stare him down picking up some blood in the process. No she was a sight to behold. Young, in her prime, and with some fight in her. That made for a good female. His captive looked back at Celeste in terror. Her concern for the teenager, still so much a child in her eyes, overshadowing her own possible fate. Run child! Run before they get you! The lycan's eyes widened as she let loose her arrow, a snarl echoing down the streets as he dodged out of the way. The girls aim was inexperienced but that didn't make the tip of her arrows and less deadly. Even a novice could be blessed with a lucky shot once in a while and he took no chances. He let go of his captive's leg, a much more interesting prey in his sights now, and fell on all fours and slowly moving in closer. Again she fired her bow and again he dodge, this time the girl's aim ringing more true and actually grazing him. His shoulder, unarmored, suddenly had a red gash appear over it it as a thin line of blood trailed down. It was nothing to him, only serving to excite him more, and the feral grin he gave her told her that. As she drew her third arrow he made his move, darting forward at incredible speed at her. His paws thundered on the ground as he went in for the kill, praying to Mars and Diana that this tender morsel before him would prove worthy prey. He had no way of know she was praying to almost the same gods as he, but soon enough time would show who they favored. Darting to her side he claws swiped out for her bow, trying to break her only weapon and end her only way of defending herself.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste Even before he had began to charge, she started backing up. No sane person - or creature - would be stupid enough to stay still. Especially not against an archer, whom needed range. Once that was gone ... they usually died and quickly. It would be honorable, yes. But most certainly not her preference either. Her head slowly shook no at the woman's pleas. I ... I think I already failed my parents. I can't ... just do that to rest of Verona! She knew it sounded a bit silly for the sole reason she wasn't a paladin or warrior well, not a melee one. Still, it felt wrong to turn away and run ... even knowing the risk of Death was before her eyes. After a few more steps back, she let loose the third arrow, going more for the sternum this time. As she reached back, she grabbed and notched two arrows this time. It was a trick she had been trying to self-teach herself the ability to launch two arrows at an enemy. ... Well, no better place or time to test it ... The grin - more like smirk - hinted her arrow had done more in aiding him then harming. Still, it had hit ... that was good. Wasn't it? Maybe this fight wouldn't be as impossible as she thought. Then, he charged. Swallowing and gasping, she jumped back ... before letting the two arrows fly. Though his claws were temporarily clean of blood, he did get some of the teenager's fabric as she jumped back. But now that so much of the gap had been closed, she wouldn't have time to notch even another arrow. ... Oh no ... Turning on her feet - her back now to the Lycan - she finally began heeding the woman's advice. She ran ... ran like she never had done before in her life. If she could get more distance ... maybe then she would have a chance. But as it was? There was practically no way for her to win, let alone survive. Continuing to send up her silent prayers, she hadn't watched to see where - or if - the two arrows had hit. If they connected ... it may slow him enough. That would be one of the best things to hope for now that he could get wounded enough for her to get more distance.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Her third arrow hit dead center, his armor being the only the stopped it from hurting the lycan badly. His armor was old and worn, taken from human warriors he had personally killed in battle as his kind had no blacksmiths to speak of yet. Still, her tip had embedded itself just past the armor and scratched at his chest. An inconvenience at most but her will to kill him excited Redfang to no end. He closed the gap between them in a few strides, black claws flexing as moved in and launched his attack. He would have his home, would have destroyed her only weapon, had the sight of two notched arrows given him pause. Caught off guard from the surprising maneuver, from a child no less, Redfang reared back as she let them fly. One whizzed just an inch away from his head, a great near miss. Unfortunately that meant the other one hit its mark just fine. A pained howl rang through the streets as he clutched as his face, the long shaft of her arrow imbedded in its side. Red blood, his blood, trickled down his neck and over his fingers as he fell back on his knees from the pain. His eye...it hurt...he wasn't sure if he could see from it with all the blood. Growling he thrashed out wildly, only catching her clothing as she made her escape. His knees gave way under him as he tumbled over and caught himself against a stone wall. His good eye watched her making more distance between them as he steadied himself, adrenaline masking the pain. His kind could handle injury, but a wound like this...she would pay. By the Gods she would pay. Ripping the arrow free he tossed it aside, the wounded eye clenched shut and still burning like fire. Rearing back on his hind legs he let loose a long, powerful howl before taking off after her. She would know what it felt like to be hunted. To be prey. His claws would have struck home, would have probably wounded her badly, had she not taken the opportunity to try firing two arrows at once .
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste The loud - and very angry - howl was the only hint she needed. Oh she'd been running alright but now her pace quickened. A light whimper left ... the tone in the lycan's voice had hinted not only had her arrows hit, but enough to get his temper flared a feat which was not easy with such creatures. Her head began to turn back ... before it stopped. A mix of fear and focus was keeping her from gazing over her shoulder to see if she was being followed. As a thought crossed her mind though, she couldn't help but scoff at herself really. Why wouldn't I be followed? He sounded very wounded ... and probably wants revenge for it. What sane person wouldn't ....?? It made her shiver. But I don't want to die! Please .... Diana don't let me ... Tears began to form ... but she kept them from falling. Now wasn't yet the time. Maybe when she could ensure she was safe ... she could properly mourn. The lack of hints that she had found regarding her parents only reassured her they were gone. She only had herself ... and right now, she needed to remain as calm - or at least sane - as possible to keep her life. Panting heavily, she felt the urge to stop trying to take over. But she couldn't! Not here! Not now! She'd die if she did. Um ... uh ... Gazing up, she began looking for a tall tree to stay out of reach from the Lycan. While she did find some a lot of the starting branches were too high for her to reach. Keeping her head mostly up, she would try to look for one that may aid her out. Her concentration was now solely upon finding a means of escaping. Lycans - last she had heard - weren't known for being good with climbing. If she could find one to get into she should be safe long enough .... or so she hoped.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Deep, heavy breaths punctuated Redfang's every step as he chased the girl through the streets of burning Verona. His left eye was still clenched shut, his bodies quickened healing not working fast enough to deal with it if it could at all. Behind him a trail of blood followed, dripping from his face and staining the dirt. This girl...this prey...he would ensure she suffered for what she did. But even through the pain, the blood, he felt...excited. The chase, the injuries she caused, he hadn't been so hurt since his first battle. He wasn't sure if it was dumb luck on her part but he knew that if he let her escape she would grow up to be a powerful warrior. Part of him wanted to see that but the other part was much more interested in forcing himself between her thighs. He watched her backside as he slowly caught up, the girl looking from side to side, tree to tree in a desperate move to gain ground on him. Even in his rage he was still a wolf with a hunter's instincts, and as she tried to outrun him he ducked into a nearby alleyway. Between buildings and trees he quickly moved, silently and with intent, as he slowly caught up with the girl. Soon he was were he wanted to be in front of her. Keeping low and in the shadows he watched and waited for her next action, ready to pounce on his unwary victim.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste The trembling figure had double - triple checked even - before finally leaning against the side of an alleyway. Pulling her quiver in front of her ... she began counting. ...Fifteen left ... She murmured, her head shaking. It wouldn't be enough not for all of the Lycans. The one she had been against? Maybe ... a huge one at that matter. But the rest? No way ... definitely not. Her eyes closed as chances and statistics began coming to her mind ... along with plans. It pained her ... greatly. But she could only do so much with her current amount of arrows, age, strength and all her other factors. Somewhere ... else ... She murmured shakily, beginning to push herself off from the wall. I can't ... stay here ... Sparta maybe ... they had strong soldiers. She could live there ... grow up and get stronger. Nodding at the sound plan, she put her quiver beside her longbow - upon her back - and began heading off into a run again. Her legs were shaking ... she had never seen so much blood and just the mere thought of being a forced orphan had been making her spirits drop. The close call with the Lycan hadn't aided ... nor had what she had seen thus far. By now poor Celeste was clinging onto what sanity she did have left, whimpering and murmuring with a shaky voice. I'm sorry ... she constantly repeated, her tears getting even closer to falling by now. The apology was mainly for her parents ... but also at the same time, Verona. She felt like a coward but she wasn't. She was being methodical .... smart ... surviving. At least .. she deemed it as that. Hopefully Diana would understand ... forgive her. Her and Apollo both at that matter. Running as best as she could with how sore her legs were now, she began going out ... aiming to leave Verona in the bloodbath it had been painted in.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

He watched, and waited. Farther away from the main sites of battle her smell was coming to him uninterrupted. She smelled of sweat, fear, and delicious femininity, an inciting combination. Licking his maw, tasting blood in the process, he slowly maneuvered himself closer to her as she leaned back in an alleyway. He heard her pained whispers to herself, the signs of stress taking over. He was curious of what she planned, of where she would have gone, but not so much to let her escape. Peering out from behind the same building she rested against he spied her bow on her backside and wondered how fast she could draw it. He grinned as his claws dug deeper into the earth thinking to himself not fast enough. As her back was turned to him in a run he made his move, a few quick strides making the distance between them as he pounced upon his prey. His claws dug into her sides as he tackled her to the ground, sharp fangs biting into her neck to hold her still as they hit the ground. He could have easily have torn her open, in his rage he almost did, but instinct held him back and kept his fangs from hurting her...yet. The small girl underneath him had no chance against his strength as his claws tore at her clothes, ripping them open leaving long red scratches over her youthful skin.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste Wind from behind had made her turn ... and her eyes simultaneously widen. Not just at the fact she'd been found by the same lycan again, but now seeing why he had howled as angrily as he had. She didn't think the double-shot trick had worked quite that well ... to hit an eye. Just from the weight alone, her quiver and longbow were barely intact from the impact. Finding herself mostly on her stomach, a shaky hand felt her head. No blood ... that was good at least. She had been almost certain her heart stopped at the feel of sharp fangs on her neck. .... Gods he's going to kill me .... Her eyes had closed, her body trembling as she waited for the worst. But rather than the feeling of her throat getting ripped, it seemed to be ... her clothes?! ....Huh!? She started to turn her head back ... but stopped, the fangs reminding her that wouldn't be wise. W...wait what ... what are you ..... ahhhh!! Screams of agony and fear left from the scratches. That ... and the stripping was her final breaking point, per se. All her restraint she'd been holding onto ... was now gone. Her tears matched the emotions of her screams as they finally fell. I know I probably deserve it to you but please ... don't kill me ... Gods how pathetic she must have sounded to him .... but maybe, it'd work .. it'd get heeded somehow. She could only keep praying for now, her eyes shutting tighter if anything should he not listen. See more Gonna head out for a bit, be back in an hour or so EDIT Annnnd back
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Her screaming only served to fuel his lusts, the armored lycan ripping open her her intricate clothing and revealing her young breasts. Her scent was now all around him, was almost all he could smell save for blood, and the the two mixed was perhaps the most exquisite experience he had been through yet. Until he mounted the little bitch, anyway. Jaw tightening he forced her into the air, throwing her several feet against a pile of wooden barrels. Several of them fell and rolled away from the force as she hit the ground beside them, a few cracks spilling fine wine down the street. Redfang stood, breathing hard, his good eye focused solely on her. As he approached her on all fours he growled and barked, his fangs never leaving her sight as he brought his maw closer to her face. A thing line of saliva dripped from him on her her naked thigh, echoing his hunger. You're name, he growled. His voice was a bastardization of the human tongue coming out in a beastial grunt. Tell me you're name child. One large hand-like paw settled next to her, black claws flexing ready to tear. He was truly a beast of war, designed to kill to his very core. One could see the outline of his hard muscles flexing underneath his fur, the sight only obscured by the armor he wore. He barked again, letting her know he would not tolerate any acts of bravery here and now.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Celeste One ... two ... three or so tumbles later, she finally stopped after the not-so-gentle toss from the Lycan. Groaning weakly, she felt her back ... and now the quiver and bow were broken. ... Lovely. Damnit ... Blinking a few times to keep herself from seeing doubles, she tried to push herself up to her feet. One leg got balance .... and then lost it as she fell back on all fours. The dizziness and light-headed sensations - now adding onto all the fear and anxiety she had been having - were not helping the teenager at all. Forcing her gaze to move up to the Lycan's eyes, she - somehow - managed to comprehend his question. Panting and swallowing in anxiety, she kept silent for a few moments. The claw that landed beside her made her jump and whimper again as she found her voice again. C-celeste! My name ... is Celeste ... Wiping away some stray tears, her eyes closed again. Weaponless .. and now nude ... Celeste noted he hadn't answered her question. All the same, he had plenty of opportunities to kill her. Did this mean she'd get through this ... somehow? Covering herself with trembling hands, her legs closed to hide her slit which was only the slightest bit wet from one reason at the moment. Fear ... it had unusual effects on the body and unfortunately, now was no exception. Were it not for the possibility of death and her desire to live, she probably would have fainted quite a while ago. Keeping her body covered as best as she could given her circumstances, she didn't find it in her to do much more but wait and keep praying.
Thread: When Hunters Become the Hunted ... [Yuna&Alleyway Ravager's 1x1]

Hrm...Celeste... he repeated the name in his own tough tongue, trying it out with some difficulty. Celeste...Celeste... For a moment he seemed to be thinking something over, his one good eye closing as he spoke her name over and over. Suddenly he opened his jaw wide and lunged at her, looking ready to finally end her life in one bite, only to snap his fangs shut just an inch away from her tear-stained face. The deep chuckle and blood stained grin on his face told just how amusing he thought this was. Her reactions, her scent, her body...all of it. His canine nose pressed against her cheek, sniffing out her fear and other familiar scents. He prodded her neck and shoulders, taking in everything he could. The scent from between her thighs though...THAT got his attention. With a feral growl he suddenly licked her cheek possessively, pulling back and grabbing her roughly by the arm. He didn't care for her comfort in this act, didn't care if she screamed of begged. She was wet, something she should consider a blessing, and he was itching to fuck her within an inch of her life. Lifting her by her legs and arms he through her face down over one of the barrels, her ass raised up and presented to him. One hand pressed down on the small of her back, claws digging into her every time she tried to move, while the other worked at the buckle of the armor around his waist. The bit of leather that protected his groin was far to constricting for his liking right now, his erection bulging from his sheath and pulsing with need already. With a 'clink' the armor fell away around his feet, his massive wolfhood emerging out from underneath it and slapping against her pert rear.