Post by Future Trunks on Dec 22, 2011 10:18:21 GMT -5
Javier snarled, his rapidly growing knee meeting with the fist of his attacker. He gave a sharp toothed grin, then threw his head back, howling into the heavens. The perfectly clear nighttime sky gave a crackle of light, which sailed down and struck Javier, igniting flames around him and sending jolts of lightning through him. When the strange lightning died, the sky was full of clouds, pouring rain down on the countryside.
"Now...Dinner time." Javier stepped forward, his now dark, furry foot pressing deep into the now muddy ground. His now twice as sharp teeth flashed as they reflected lightning from the sky. Craymen the Slayer backed away slowly, clutching his wooden stake in hope that he'd be able to maneuver it into a vital area. But Javier knew that would never work; his skin was too thick, and the enchantments that Damien had placed on him were too powerful. Craymen lunged, aiming the stake for exactly where Javier expected; the heart. In response, the Lycan stared down at it, grinning once more. The Stake seemed to be buried in his chest, and the Slayer was starting to sigh his relief. Then, with a snort, Javier shoved the smashed stake away from his chest, revealing his perfectly unbroken leather armor.
"What the hell...That should have killed you! What Undead, Lycan or otherwise, could survive a stake!?"
"The same one that's about to eat you alive and use your bones as his armor." Javier howled his joy, then pounced, digging his teeth and claws into Craymen and tearing away flesh. The Slayer screamed once, then was gone. Javier sipped his blood and tore at his flesh, eventually tossing the bones into a pack at his hip, falling onto all fours, and disappearing into the distance.
As Javier's trail and scent depleted, three men arrived in the tall and bloodied grass, each one wearing near-identical armor, equipped with a stake, a sword, and a large pack strapped over their backs. One crouched, swiping his fingers through the mud and sniffing. He glanced at each of the others, then nodded. The Lycan had been their. And he'd gone, as well. They retreated to the main road, boarding a four person air vehicle and fleeing. Sirens sounded in the distance, and crowds would build soon enough.
One thing was sure, though. They needed a new recruit.
"Now...Dinner time." Javier stepped forward, his now dark, furry foot pressing deep into the now muddy ground. His now twice as sharp teeth flashed as they reflected lightning from the sky. Craymen the Slayer backed away slowly, clutching his wooden stake in hope that he'd be able to maneuver it into a vital area. But Javier knew that would never work; his skin was too thick, and the enchantments that Damien had placed on him were too powerful. Craymen lunged, aiming the stake for exactly where Javier expected; the heart. In response, the Lycan stared down at it, grinning once more. The Stake seemed to be buried in his chest, and the Slayer was starting to sigh his relief. Then, with a snort, Javier shoved the smashed stake away from his chest, revealing his perfectly unbroken leather armor.
"What the hell...That should have killed you! What Undead, Lycan or otherwise, could survive a stake!?"
"The same one that's about to eat you alive and use your bones as his armor." Javier howled his joy, then pounced, digging his teeth and claws into Craymen and tearing away flesh. The Slayer screamed once, then was gone. Javier sipped his blood and tore at his flesh, eventually tossing the bones into a pack at his hip, falling onto all fours, and disappearing into the distance.
As Javier's trail and scent depleted, three men arrived in the tall and bloodied grass, each one wearing near-identical armor, equipped with a stake, a sword, and a large pack strapped over their backs. One crouched, swiping his fingers through the mud and sniffing. He glanced at each of the others, then nodded. The Lycan had been their. And he'd gone, as well. They retreated to the main road, boarding a four person air vehicle and fleeing. Sirens sounded in the distance, and crowds would build soon enough.
One thing was sure, though. They needed a new recruit.
