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Thread: Of Men and Monsters(Luana_Blodwyn/TheSilentProtagonist)

RE Of Men and Monsters The mob saw the Mediterranean man first. One raised his hand as if to attack but another halted him. We have other worries, said the man bearing a large scythe for a weapon. The mob began to back away and dissolve into the shadows. They had seen the weapon this new man carried. Such a device was only used by a certain breed of human. While they feared the hunters, they knew better than to stand in the way of his quarry. Besides, why risk their lives against this monstrous feline? If he vanquished it then they would be better off. If he should fail then that would make one less of his kind about. With luck he would die and the creature would be enough wounded that they could finish it off. The bravest of them lingered far from the range of the man and beast, watching hungrily. The monster saw its prey leaving and yowled in frustration. It turned to track after one but stopped with its bright, verdant eyes fell on new flesh. It spoke but the words were like wind. They passed over the monster and meant nothing. Her human mind was gone. Flesh, she wanted to feast on flesh. She could taste the sweet, iron tang on her tongue from her kills, feel the crunch of bones between her teeth. The beast slavered as it stared down this new meat. She hunkered down as the flesh began walking in circles about her. It was a tactic the beast knew. Did this flesh think he were the hunter? If a beast possessed mirth she would have laughed. The feline's hackle raised as she followed the flesh in his circles. Scythe-like claws scraped the cobbled street as they sized one another up. She wanted to taste him, to consume that flesh and slack the burning in her belly. The waiting grew to be too much. With a snarl she charged the flesh, slaver dripped from her open maw. She coiled her strong, hindquarters and leaped high into the air. Long claws extended to her prey as gravity pulled her down. Rip, tear, consume, yes she would feast on this new flesh and then finish with the others.
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RE Of Men and Monsters The mob forces Harik to pause for a moment. They weren't infected yet, just normal men trying to survive during the hunt. He avoided attacking them when possible, if only because the alternative would be killing humans instead of those turned into monsters. The hunter isn't ready to go down that path yet. As they back away, he relaxes, but knows that the real danger is just beginning. If this large catlike creature managed to scare off a large crowd, then it's not something to take lightly, not that Harik would have anyways. Any monster could be deadly to those who aren't careful in their movements. He'd learned this well enough grom the hounds and crows that prowled the streets. As the hunter sidesteps around the beast, he notices it sniffing and following his movement, keeping him in sight. It's a predator, through and through. This is an interesting game where both are the cat. Harik won't let himself become the mouse, of course, and soon enough, his patience pays off. It was a beast, after all. An animal wouldn't wait around forever to see what its prey would do. It would grow impatient and try to rush things. He brings the heavy pistol he holds in his left hand up as the creature makes the leap. Right at the peak, he fires the shot, the headon blast pelting the cat like monster with bullets and giving him his chance to dodge out of the way of its swipe. Unfortunately for him, the shot wasn't enough to force the monster down. The hunter isn't ready to give up yet though. Not that he's sure he could if he tried. He steps behind the creature, crouching low before leaping at it himself, bringing his Chained Star's flail form down hard and connecting with the monster's back. It was a beast, more animal than anything else. He expects this to be much like the other bestial creatures he's fought up to now. Fire has proven especially effective against them up to this point. Other monsters are better suited to be fought with simple steel. Some hate the tinge of blood in his bullets, and still some need a burst of lightning to truly hurt them. With animals though, fire has suited him best, and he can only hope this still holds true. His Chained Star had become his most trusted weapon as a result.
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RE Of Men and Monsters Slicing pain erupted. The flesh had a flashing stick, one of those sticks that caused pain. Not enough to stop her but enough to be irritating. Still it was distracting and the massive monster came to a halt on the ground with a furious snarl. The flesh had gotten away! The large, slavering head turned this way and that in search for her quary. She craved the flesh, why was this flesh so difficult? No other had been so hard to pin down and consume. It was frustrating and yet thrilling. She wished to eat, to tear and to kill but this chase was almost fun. A cat did so love to chase mice. While this flesh was the flesh of man and not mouse it was he same concept. Flesh of man tasted better and men were bigger. Mice weren't even a mouthful at her size. Yes...yes flesh of man. Speaking of man, where did the man go? Her yowl rang out through the night as pain sliced through her back. She could smell blood, her blood, and singed fur. Burning and fire, she did not fear man's flame but it caused pain. The flesh was behind her. Snarling and yowling she spun around on her haunches. Rearing up to her hind legs she roared her anger and frustration. Hold still! she snarled out remaining on her hind legs. She swiped with her long arms and viscous claws. This time she had to catch this flesh. The chase was fun but this was getting frustrating. She wanted this to be over and eat her prey.
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RE Of Men and Monsters The creature is large, fast, and fierce, but that alone isn't enough. Harik has faced down larger monsters, fierce hordes that showed no mercy, and fast hunters attacking him more cleverly than any other foe. He trusts his skill and his weapon to carry him through. The smell of singing fur and howl of pain let him know that this connected hit hurt far more than his gunshot did. A heavier weapon could be useful here in this case, he starts to think. Something large that he can hold in two hands and bring down with devastating blows could potentially make short work of the feline. As it turns and swipes at him though, he realizes that the smaller weapon is the better choice. The monster's attack comes at him fast, and the hunter isn't so lucky this time in avoiding it. He cries out as the attack sends him rolling back on the ground. Knowing the creature will be on him soon, Harik wastes no time recovering from his tumble and getting back on his feet. He takes a shot with his gun and swipes with the Chained Star to put some distance between them before injecting a vial of blood into his leg. The red fluid does its work quickly, the hunter immediately starting to feel reinvigorated. He dodges away from the monster's next attack before making a horizontal swipe with his weapon. As the chain swings to the right, he flicks his wrist and leaps forward, reconnecting it into a it's mace form as it comes down on the creature's head.
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RE Of Men and Monsters Visions whirred and danced through her mind as she lay on the cold street. Cats, claws, blood and death. She could hear it, smell it and see it. She even remembered craving it. Desiring the tang of blood on her tongue. The visions were varied and blurry, fragments of memory. When her human mind returned it couldn't seem to comprehend the horrors she had just gone through and created. This was why her mind needed to shut down, even just for a little. It needed to process what had happened, the new sounds and smells, an extra appendage. Then there was a prod to her side. It was cold and more annoying than anything. The young woman gave a soft groan and swiped her hand, missing the weapons. Her hand fell back to the cobbles with a soft clicking from her elongated nails. Slowly her eyes opened. They were the bright green of fresh spring grass, but slitted for the moment like a cat. It was dark and the eyes adjusted so she could see as perfectly as if it were daylight. She glanced around with just her eyes. There was a man standing over her. What had happened? She remembered...remembered...not much of anything. Blood and flesh, she remembered this craving and the thought made her stomach rumble. Her right ear twitched as she stared up at the man. Her bushy tail lay limply on the cobbles for the moment. Very slowly she pushed herself up onto her elbows. For the moment her long hair draped artfully to cover some of her nakedness, but she was no lady godiva. Who...are you? She questioned the man. With his raven curls and olive skin she thought him rather handsome beautifully exotic. When she pushed herself up more she gave a violent shiver of cold. Reaching up she rubbed her arm. First she scratched herself and brought forth a yelp of pain. Second she realized she was not wearing her cloak...chemise....dress...Slowly her eyes trailed down and she squeaked before trying to cover herself with her hands. I'm...naked...why am I naked? Her speech was a little funny from her elongated teeth. Though she held up a hand and gasped at the sight of her claws then rang her tongue over her teeth, feeling the length and sharpness of some. Her head swung this way and that, then she saw the tail. Reaching over she grabbed the fluffy tail and gave a tug in which a yowl followed. All she could do was stare for a time, the man forgotten. What in God's name... she whispered with wide eyes and began trembling from cold and sheer confusion.
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RE Of Men and Monsters As the girl starts to sit up, Harik gets his weapon at the ready again, just in case. Dropping his guard would be deadly rigt now. When her eyes open, he's taken aback. Much like the rest of her, it would almost be human if not for the odd cat like features. The large green orbs are just another feature that add to her beauty, the hunter thinks, but he isn't going to be fooled. Beautiful things can still hide dangerous threats. Those eyes could suit her well in a fight in the dark, after all, and her smaller form may prove very flexible... in combat, of course. She speaks, but other enemies have spoken before. Her speech is odd, likely because of the teeth he reasons. If she didn't have those sharp fangs he might find the slightly odd sound rather endearing. She's the first of these creatures to ask him for his name though. That is a rather new one. I am a hunter. He answers simply. Harik had heard stories of creatures capable of using people's names to do horrible things. True or false, he isn't willing to take that risk yet with this thing. Not until he knows more about it. Her own realization of her nakedness causes Harik to remember it as well. He lowers his gaze out of respect before shaking his head. No, it could all be a ruse, he tells himself. Taking his eyes off his opponent will be dangerous. Yes, that's why he looks back at her. Well, he just focuses on her face and eyes... for the most part. Do you not remember what you are? What you've done? He asks the girl, still suspicious of her. He looks around the area littered with corpses, overturned carriages and stalls, and tattered remains of various decor. He sees a bloodstained dress lying on the floor, the body it belonged to likely wouldn't miss it. It's tattered, but still wearable as far as Harik can guess. Keeping his distance from the girl, he quickly removes the outfit and throws it over to her, figuring that if she has something on, it could make things easier. She could still be playing him, he knows, but her shock and surprise seems genuine. Put that on, then we can talk more. He tells the girl as the dress lands right in front of her. You can start by saying who you... well rather, what you are. I've never met an opponent quite like you, after all. He mutters the last sentence, looking the girl up and down again as he tries to figure her out.
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RE Of Men and Monsters A hunter. Why was a hunter there? There no monsters about. He seemed nervous when looking at her. Like a man might look if confronted with a growling dog. Unsure if the dog meant him any harm. She frowned a little in her puzzlement. Her tongue ran across her sharp fangs once again. Her confusion was clear as she looked back to her bushy tail as it waved lazily in the air. As he moved away from her she concentrated on movement of the tail. It obeyed her with some thought, swishing back and forth. Her eyes turned back to him as he relieved a corpse of her dress. Slowly she began to take in the street around her. At least three bodies were visible. Their gore splattering the cobbles. Destroyed and upturned carts littered the street and there were several shop with destroyed fronts. What caught her attention were the claw marks in wood. Five long, deep rakes marred the wood. Her stomach began to coil in knots as he approached her with the torn, bloody dress. Had she not been freezing and her modesty in serious neglect she would never have put the thing on. As it was she had little other choice. The fabric was damp and sticky with blood. With a grimace she slowly shrugged the dress on. It was a little roomy for her but would service for the time being. The man spoke with a curious but alluring accent. What he said cause her to halt as she smoothed the damp bodice over he front. What do you mean whati am I? I am a woman, she said indignantly. Though she gave pause once more. Female yes but...human? She looked to her wicked black claws and felt her fangs. Slowly reAching up she felt her tufted ears. Once more she surveyed the scene around her. It wasn't possible...she couldn't have done this, could she? But I don't....how could I... She stopped as she remembered some things. The rage and the hunger. It wasn't memory, more like a recollection of feeling. I...I did this? All of it? She kept looking frantically about the carnage. It...isn't possible. No. How? She placed her hands over her mouth. The cat, that mangy stray. No, not mangy, a monster. She looked to her leg where the cat had bit and clawed. The scar was still bright pink. But...how am I... Her mind reeled. When humans are bitten they become monsters but...I am no monster! No one comes back! Her panic was rising. How was she still herself? More or less. The feline features were a new addition to her facade.
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RE Of Men and Monsters Harik isnt sure what to expect anymore. Seeing the girl panicking at the realization of her actions certainly wasnt it though. These creatures never showed remorse. Hell, the hunters that attacked him never showed remorse. Regret served no purpose in the hunt. Everything, from the lowliest crow to the most sane of humans knew that. Yet here this girl is, her tail swishing and ears twitching frantically as she tries to come to terms with what had happened. Was it all an act? It well could be, he thinks to himself. She is trying to pull him into a false sense of security to get him to lower his guard even more. Granted, if this is an act, shes been holding it for quite a while already. The sound of barking in the distance catches the hunters attention. He looks around, wondering how many other creatures of the hunt are approaching. He needs somewhere safe to hide, and the dream wont do right now. Spotting what looks like an abandoned home, Harik nods towards it. Go in there, and move slowly. One false move and I strike you. He warns the girl, showing his weapon just in case shed forgotten hes holding it. While youre doing that, you can tell me more about you, yes? He asks, getting ready to step forward, but not until this partially feline woman starts to move.
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Annoyance flashed through her. It was fierce and made her blood boil. She looked up from leaning on the wall and put her hands on her hips. Isn't that just like a man, not to listen. The fur on her tail bristled with her annoyance and the tufted ears were laid back and flat on her head. I just told you what I know. I was bitten by a cat and the next thing I know I wake up naked in the street. She snorted a little through her nose and folded her arms across her chest. The ears laid to the side and her tail smoothed back out. I don't know what else happened. It is like trying to remember a dream or a dream of a dream. It is all emotion, no thought or sight. Anger and hunger...pain sometimes. Suddenly her stomach gives a rumbling squeal. Her ear perk up and she flushes, grinning ruefully. Speaking of hunger...I am still rather hungry... She turned away from Harik and slowly paced through the house. Before the doorway into a modest kitchen was a large albeit torn couch. She leaned down and with the ease of flicking a bed sheet she flipped the couch up to lean on the wall and out of the way. As if this were nothing unnatural she continued to the kitchen. It was a positive disaster. Pots, pans, utensils and broken dinnerware littered the floor. She stepped cautiously over them so as to not cut her feet. She moved to the pantry and began inspecting the contents. There were various pickled things, mostly vegetables. She did find some flour however. Stepping over to an ice box she opened it but immediately began to gag. The ice had long since melted and the meat was more than rancid. Even when she closed the door the smell clung in the air. With a heightened sense of smell it made this putrid odor that more rank. It was too bad the meat was rancid. She was craving it. No milk or eggs so the flour was useless. When the sun rises I should like to go to my parents' apothecary, she said as she lifted down a few jars of pickled vegetables and preserved fruits. I...just pray I do not find the worst there... She said through a tight throat. She cleared her throat as she unscrewed the top from the glass jar. Lifted it she sniffed at a jar of pickled turnips. Ech...I do not like pickled foods even at the best of times. She paused as she stared at the jar. Her stomach rumbles but she could hardly imagine eating this. Instinct told her meat, any meat. Rat meat would suffice...flesh of man. Her face suddenly went pale and she shook her head. Yes flesh of man, there was one close. No! She was not a beast! She put her hands to the side of her head as she fought down these thought. It made her stomach rumble yet roil at the same time. Slowly she got ahold of herself with and let out a slow breath. Harik... Her voice was soft, barely audible even in the silence of the house. Have you ever known one like me? Both monster and human in the same flesh? She all but knew the answer. With his questions to her it lead her to believe she was unique in this world. The consciousness and body of a human. Yet at the same time aspects of a monster with the instincts to match.
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Putting the pommel of his Chained Star to his temple and rubbing it, the hunter sighs. Yes, I heard all that. Harik remarks. I meant tell me anything you know that could be of use. Quite honestly anything. He reiterates. Tell me about any secret paths or shortcuts in the village. About what you know of various people here and who might be able to give help. He quietly thinks about it for a moment. If you can tell me about how it feels to be as you are right now as well, that would help things further. The hunter remarks, curious to know more about what Ivah has become. As she walks to the kitchen, Harik lets her get further ahead of him before following slowly. He wants to keep an escape open for himself. Seeing her rummaging through the kitchen, hes now just happy that his dreams can sustain him for so long. Being a hunter, it seems, limits how much sustenance he needs outside of blood. This proves even more fortunate when the rancid smell fills the room as any appetite he had would have likely quickly vanished. Harik covers his nose with his arm and takes a step back. Its not too bad though, and he quickly adjusts. That would be one advantage to traveling through this town of decaying flesh and blood stained monsters. The smell of decomposition doesnt bother him as much. Theres nothing for you there. Harik answers her simply. If Ivah is going to ask about the apothecary, then he would answer as best he can. The girl is already expecting the worst, it seems. Ive been there before. Nothing is left. Its been abandoned. All the medicine has been cleared out, likely by looters. Everything else is destroyed by the beasts. There is no sign of any blood or corpse there. He tells Ivah, wondering if she would still want to go now. If you are hungry, I think I saw a shop that had cured meats nearby. That may suffice for your tastes. Her teeth and feline features imply to the hunter that the girl is very likely carnivorous. He wonders if she even could eat the vegetables and fruits. Either way, her heightened sense will react badly to the smell. The sudden movement has Hariks defensive stance up again. Carefully stepping backwards, he answers her. No, I can honestly say that you are new. I havent yet met anything like you. Monsters, humans, and hunters are what I know of. You could potentially be any of the three, couldnt you? It was a possibility he hadnt thought of yet, Harik realizes. Perhaps some sort of late realization of being a hunter. It seems very unlikely, but then, so is the girl standing in front of him right now.
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Yes of course, beside the butcher was a ship that chiefly sold cured meats and cheeses. That didn't quite help her at the moment. Her stomach was empty to the point of near pain. Wether left from her monsterous state or a true hunger she didn't know. Perhaps he body just required fuel from the horrific transformation. Neither thought made her feel better for the subject. Not to mention it didn't solve the gnawing pain in her belly. She turned to look at the foreign man and tilted her head a little at him, her tail swished side to side lazily and her ears turned forward to him. He was afraid of her again. Well she supposed she couldn't blame him. She really needed a mirror to see what she looked like. Well his response wasn't something unexpected. She hardly needed to ask to know his answer. Somehow she had come back. It could have been sheer luck or possibly even the grace of God. Though she had begun to doubt the latter. What God would bring about such horrors? Unless he felt this city needed punishing. That was entirely likely. Still, she was not the most devout of Catholics. She went to church and did the motions but there were others more fervent in their beliefs than her. When he mentioned she could be a hunter she blinked at him for a moment. Then she tosed her head back and laughed. Me! A Hunter! You certainly have an odd sense of humor, leaned on the cooktop as her laughing slowly subsided. Ohhh my...no I cannot believe that. Besides, what hunter becomes a monster and is returned to their right mind but subtly changed in body? I have not heard of such things. She looked to her nails and then to her tail. I am merely an outlier. Like the person who manages not to contract the flu when it runs rampant through the city. Or does but only suffers one symptom. She paused and frowned a little. That wasn't quite true. She was more like a pox victim. One who manages to beat the odds but is left scarred by the disease. Though as she thought on that it made a little sense. Growing up in an apothecary had educated her a little on the courses of disease. In rare occasions there were indeed people who were immune to the full effects of an illness. Was it possible she could be one of them? Do you know of someone who might be able to solve this? You hunters operate under some sort of superior do you not? Someone must have an idea of sorts.