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recommencelogs2014-11-07 11:08 am
timid_kitty) wrote in recommencelogs2014-11-07 11:08 am
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Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
CLOSED TO LILY and BEN until the aftermath
Alex had done what he could to warn others to stay out of the halls. He had no way of knowing if Ben was going to be able to keep him in his cabin, but he was hopeful... he had to be hopeful. The last thing he wanted was to hurt anyone because he'd been unable to take proper precautions.
All those thoughts, however, had begun to flee his mind as he'd slowly given over to the beast at its most feral. He'd changed and with that change came the lust for blood and fighting; everything that was at the most base of his desires.
He was approximately two and a half times larger than his natural counterpart, bodied more like a mature tiger than a leopard, but retained all the agility that he would if he were smaller.
And then he'd succeeded in managing just what he'd been trying to avoid; he'd attacked and ultimately gotten past the werewolf and was now stalking the halls of the Black Tide, searching for the one thing that would satiate him... blood. Blood already flecked his muzzle and paws from the successful it he'd made on Ben while escaping, but it wasn't enough; not by far.
He pads on silent feet through the halls, cupped ears flicking this way and that and whiskers fanning widely as he scents for anything that might entice him.
Alex had done what he could to warn others to stay out of the halls. He had no way of knowing if Ben was going to be able to keep him in his cabin, but he was hopeful... he had to be hopeful. The last thing he wanted was to hurt anyone because he'd been unable to take proper precautions.
All those thoughts, however, had begun to flee his mind as he'd slowly given over to the beast at its most feral. He'd changed and with that change came the lust for blood and fighting; everything that was at the most base of his desires.
He was approximately two and a half times larger than his natural counterpart, bodied more like a mature tiger than a leopard, but retained all the agility that he would if he were smaller.
And then he'd succeeded in managing just what he'd been trying to avoid; he'd attacked and ultimately gotten past the werewolf and was now stalking the halls of the Black Tide, searching for the one thing that would satiate him... blood. Blood already flecked his muzzle and paws from the successful it he'd made on Ben while escaping, but it wasn't enough; not by far.
He pads on silent feet through the halls, cupped ears flicking this way and that and whiskers fanning widely as he scents for anything that might entice him.
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Now that she reads at her grade level, she's checking books out of the library like it's her job. Books about everything. Plants, animals, machinery, you name it. She's especially interested in history, namely Al-Hebb. That's where her kinda-dad is from, so it makes sense that she be familiar with it!
She'd just pulled a book off the shelf when she checks her communicator and hears Alex's post on the network. Lily Worth knows by now that when someone asks you to stay away in an earnest tone like that, you stay the fuck away. She quickly pockets her communicator, tucks the book under her arm, and hightails it out of there.
... But she's too late. Alex has already broken out of his room. He's already prowling around the halls. And Lily runs right into him.
She freezes, roughly twenty feet away. Lily doesn't know whether this is Alex or not, but what she does know is it's got blood on its paws, and that means it's dangerous. She drops her book on the deck and slowly raises her hands to show she's unarmed.
Lily tries not to fight unless she has to. But if this thing attacks...
"Hey," she says, smiling shakily. "Are you a passenger? D'you know what I'm saying?"
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He hears her approach before he sees her, smells her before he sees her. When Lily rounds the corner, he's fallen perfectly still, ears locked on the sound of approaching steps. His pupils are practically non-existent, they've grown so small, and as she stands before him, he slowly lowers to he ground and his tail gives slow, lazy waves behind him.
Internally, buried far deeper than Alex can acknowledge or respond to, the human is crying for her to back away and find cover. Externally, he grins.
Only, it's not a friendly grin. His whiskers and ears pin back and it's fangs and threat as his muscles slowly begin to grow tight and taunt.
"You should run," comes his response. Gone entirely is his normal lilting tone, replaced by something deeper, darker and far toothier. His pupils begin to expand as he hunkers lower still, a rumble beginning low in his chest as his tail flicking becomes more erratic. "Play with me," he rumbles, his tongue flicking over his nose and fangs as he bares them again.
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Wasn't she just telling Geralt that not all non-humans are bad? Alex, you've ruined everything.
"I'm not really in a playing mood," Lily says, laughing nervously and stepping back one more time. "Can I ask where all that blood on your paws came from?"
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The human in the back of his mind has no chance and never did. The sheer will of the predator has overcome him under the moon's pull and it will remain as such until the following morning. If the passengers were lucky, he'd have his fill of 'play time' and find someplace to cat nap until then... but did they really think that they'd be that lucky?
He watches as she looks quickly over her shoulder, the book she'd dropped entirely forgotten as she takes in the proper threat the large cat presents. Boy, I hope there's another book about Kage's home, Lily... 'cause that one was likely going to go missing in the ensuing chaos. :(
Muscles tense in his haunches and shoulders as he prepares to spring.
"Then die," he rumbles low in his throat, ears pinning against his skull. It's all the warning she'll get before he leaps with claws and fangs spread, tightly corded muscles releasing in an impressive leap. How scary is it to have a nearly 500lb cat leaping at you, Lily?
He's reaching to snag at an part of her, whether with claw or fang. If he catches hold, it's game on. If not, perhaps she'd run and he could play cat and mouse for a while. :)
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Still hurts like a motherfucker, though.
Running is no longer an option. Alex is far too close for Lily to escape without a fight. If he wants a fight, then fine. They'll fight. Until Lily can escape, at the very least. Lily doesn't have much experience in fighting leopards, but she sure knows how to fight bears and chipmunks. It's amazing how many creatures are susceptible to a punch in the face. Lily ain't a thinker, but in battle, you don't need to think. You need to act.
So she swings her fist at Alex's jaw in an uppercut. Her left arm might be injured, but her right arm sure isn't.
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Only this time, Lily proves to be more than simple prey and hits back. The connect is solid and snaps the leopard's head back, drawing a grunt of pain in response. He grunts, blood trailing down from his nose as he looks back at the child.
He grins. There is no denying the fact that it's a grin. Even behind the cat face and fangs, amusement and delight are apparent and that... that should be a touch alarming.
"Excellent," he rumbles softly, tongue slipping between his fangs to lick over his nose. He lifts his paw, gaze never leaving Lily as he licks the blood from his claws. "Delicious." And this time he does purr, the sound a low rumble of pleasure in his chest.
She hit him... he hits her... seems only fair, right? Who cares if he started this mess in the first place?! 8D His foreleg shoots out again, claws unsheathed as he hooks at her already bloodied arm. If he succeeds in snagging her, he's going to just sink those pretty pearly whites into that tasty arm. If he manages that, he might just try to fling her down the hall like a doll. His thought, in his feral mind, is that if he can stun her, he can get a nice killing lock around her throat.
Nice, right?!
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If Lily's arm weren't injured, she might have gotten it out of the way in time. But it is, and she didn't, and now Alex's jaws are closing around it in a vice grip. She screams, a high-pitched shriek, as she feels her bones snap between Alex's teeth. It's been a long time since she's been hurt this bad. Her high tolerance for pain has been whittled down to half of what it was. And when she thinks it can't get any worse, Alex tosses her down the hall in a wide arc.
But she isn't stunned. Lily's mind is as sharp as it was when the battle began. This is what she was trained to do. This is what she was made to do. While she loathes her roots, they definitely come in handy sometimes. Like a cat, she rights herself in the air and lands on her feet, her heels skidding back on the deck. Her left arm hangs uselessly at her side, pouring blood. Steam rises from her wounds as her body begins to heal, but with just half of her regenerative power, an injury like this could take hours, maybe days to mend.
The chipmunks were child's play. This is a fight. And Lily hates to admit it, but it's actually fun. She hasn't been in a good fight in a very long time, and Alex is a worthy opponent.
She takes a few precious seconds to assess his weaknesses. Where are the kill spots on a leopard?
"Is that all?"
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That's when he hears Lily's scream, and from close, too-- he only has to turn a few corners before finding the damn werecat and his pseudo-sister.
He snarls out a threat and approaches, slowly, moving between Alex and Lily.
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"Not by far," he rumbles in something between a growl and a hiss. There were many ways to kill a Wereleopard... perhaps a bit tougher than the daytime version of the animal, but still the same ultimately; save for his healing rate and capacity to take injury. He gathers to plunge at the posturing girl, tail slashing eagerly behind him, when another sound catches his attention fully.
He'd run with a pack of werewolves before. Wolves didn't alarm him and he'd fought his fair share while settling into his own position of dominance among them. On an average day, he was low in their pack, but on full moons they did their best to avoid him; or herd him off into the distance with their combined efforts.
He sneer-snarls at the wolf, lips pulling back as he bares his fangs and promptly ignores Lily as Ben moves between he and she. Heavy claws scratch at the boats' floor, blue-green eyes narrowed without a trace of human behind them.
"My kill," he hisses, swiping at the air between them with one heavy foot. "Stand aside." It wasn't a question, but an order. He had scored a hit and was due his right to try to kill Lily... Ah, the twisted way the feral mind worked. He grins, lips pulling back to flash fangs again. "you should have played dead where I left you."
He begins to slowly stalk forward, eyes on the pair and motions slow, but calculated.
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Lily braces herself to leap, but her concentration is broken by the arrival of a... wolf? She blinks, confused, but doesn't let down her guard. This wolf could be just as dangerous as the leopard. She watches it closely, ready for another fight--but the wolf is docile when stops between Lily and the Alex. It's large, and it's scary, and it's... bleeding. It's bleeding a lot.
It finally dawns on her that this wolf is Ben. Ben said he was a werewolf, right? Is tonight a full moon? Has to be. She's about to ask when Alex speaks first, and at that, she narrows her eyes.
"Your kill?" she asks, inching forward. "Good luck, kitty-cat."
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He rolls his eyes and tosses his head with a snort of frustration. Your kill? he wants to say. Please. Lily is the chipmunk murdering queen.
He can't do much more than stand between Lily and Alex and snarl, though. He's not going to make the first move here.
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If he knew of the chipmunks, he'd possibly point out that they were mindless rodents that lacked both proper teeth and claws.
Lily looks ready to go. Ben looks ready, but unwilling to make the first move. Alex has no problem making that decision. With a snarl that comes partially from the throat and partially from the chest, the large cat springs with spread claws at the wolf. He'd blooded him once already and once he was out of the way, he could play with Lily.
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... and he rolls, kicking at the beast to dislodge him, and, ideally, throw him some distance away.
The minute Alex is off, Bennett's back up, limping between Lily and anything that could be perceived as danger.
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She watches the wolf go down, and she's tensed and ready to help before Ben is tossing Alex aside. Just a few seconds ago, she was in it to win it, ready to fight Alex to the death (his death, that is), but now she has a new goal: get Ben to see a damn doctor. Lily can bleed for hours before she dies, but what about Ben? How long can he fight like this?
"Ben!" Lily calls, jogging forward. Man, it would be so embarrassing if this wolf wasn't Ben. Her eyes flicker up to Alex for just a second before she looks back to Ben. "Ben, we gotta get you outta here. You're hurt. And bleeding. A lot."
Says the girl who can't even move her arm from how injured it is.
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He shakes himself out, rising back to his feet again with a snarl of frustration. His angry gaze darts to Lily as she moves in toward Ben, intent on getting him away from Alex. He sneers, whiskers and ear pinning back as his tail lashes angrily behind him. He thinks himself the stronger and best suited for this match, cocky in his own abilities.
"Yes, Ben," he rumbles mockingly, moving to circle the pair now that Lily has given up her distance to get closer to Ben. "You're bleeding. You should go now." Both of them are hurt, and that puts him at an advantage; even if it's not as good of one as he imagines it to be. His muscles tense and he's darting in with only that warning, slashing and snapping for any purchase he can gain on the wolf.
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Or, at least, a little agility.
The leopard closes in, and Ben, again, leaps up and into the attack, countering from below. Claws catch him in the shoulder, but Ben's got his jaws around Alex's throat. He bites into the cat's leathery flesh and the two go toppling end over end, crashing into another wall. Ben absolutely refuses to let go.
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Alex connects again with claws, and just as he's gettingg ready to sink in with fangs, Ben makes his move. The cat chuffs and snarls, but the sound is strangled as Ben latches a secure hold 'round Alex's throat. He scrambles at the floor of the boat, tearing deep marks into the wood beneath his paws as he struggles to shake loose the wolf. Ben is inside his strike range, but the thought has gone out of his motions and now it's survival only. He scores several more deep hits on Ben as the wolf clings to him, but nothing shakes that locked jaw loose.
His larger form thrashes about in the hallway, but his vision is beginning to grow a bit fuzzy on the edges as he kicks out violently with his hind paws, searching for purchase on Ben's underbelly. He wheezes breath, but can't squeeze one past Ben's mouth. He slams the wolf against floor and wall, leaving a messy bloody trail all around them that is shared now between himself, Ben and Lily. All the while, Ben's grip never falters and it's a losing battle for the leopard.
He finally collapses, unable to breathe and out of the fight. Foam and bloody froth flecks his muzzle as he pants, but no air escapes and his gaze begins to lose focus. It's another long minute or two before his sides no longer rise and fall, his pulse growing still beneath Ben's tongue. A moment later, he goes fully limp as he dies.
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"We need to go. Now. You gotta see Kenna. Can you walk?"
If not, Lily could just drag him all the way.