Post by Fenrir on Feb 3, 2007 9:38:30 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry Orifiel and Zeurel, but due to the lack of site activity and the fact that I'm going crazy with boredom; I'm pushing on the thread. You've gotten your information and the blood sample; that should suffice for now. Should you wish to continue this chat we were having at a later date that is more convenient for you; I'll be waiting.
Ic: After telling the Nephilim what they wanted, Fenrir barreled through the tangle of plant-life as a tank steamrolls over barbed wire. He smelled them; they were still out there and they were repelling the local spiders of the Wood. Now hope was coming toward those spiders at about 40 miles per hour in the furred form of a wolf. Those fools that brandying curses against him and stood arrayed for battle would meet a terrible fate...after Fenrir dealt with a single interloper that wandered off the beaten path. Sniffing in the scent of his prey as he closed the distance, he was able to tell that she was a girl and that she was hopelessly lost. And within a few precious moments she would be all his.
Closer; he could hear her footfalls from his lone ear. Nearer; he could see flashes of the girl's pink her, such a disgusting shade for one's hair to be. Before she even knew what was upon her, Fenrir struck. With a sharp bark, Fenrir's maw opened wide and snapped shut on her legs. It was like an old horror flic; when the monster comes out from behind and drags away the hapless victim, who is screaming and flailing about. However despite all contradictions against him, Fenrir liked being original in how he killed off his prey. Shaking her into submission, Fenrir's jaws opened up briefly and then snapped shut again, but this time at her knees. He continued this gruesome process until he had bitten into her pelvis; blood splattered against the trees, his victim and onto the wolf's fur. Yet this girl wouldn't die just yet; oh no, for he had need of her.
With the squirming human clamped securely between his jaws, Fenrir went about-face and lumbered back toward the main fray; this mighty colossus still hungering for the Hunt. Now was the hour that ruin would crash upon the heads of these fools that burned his home. Should such a fool dare challenge Fenrir without the backing of his friends, he would meet a grisly demise. Twigs and brambles bounced off his silvery-grey pelt as he continued to plow through the underbrush; his breathing had become harsh and his eyes redder than Mars in the night sky. Sadly for these children they had forgotten one crucial thing; had they checked their lunar charts they must've realized the significance of this day, but it would appear otherwise. Fenrir simply had to hold them off for a little while longer to let night fall and then there would be a surprise should any student remain intact. Ah, but here was the clearing now that they warred in.
Bursting through a cloud of smoke that had settled from the kindling trees, Fenrir stood tall and proud like his mythical hero of Old; his body drenched in blood and gore. The girl was still dangling from his jaws; still alive but barely able to say a word. As his eyes cast glances from the ringleaders of this posse to the remaining acromantulas, a low rumbling growl that could be mistaken for thunder resounded clearing in the clearing. 'Deus, my apologies for not arriving sooner....I was delayed', communicated Fenrir to the large spider through his thoughts, 'Return back to your lair for now and lick your wounds; I shall avenge the deaths of your sons and daughters. For we are both fathers whose children have perished, but you tire while I am still strong. Rest now my friend; spin webs and repair your hurts.'
Turning away from Deus, Fenrir looked at the grouping of students with disgust in his black eyes as he spat out the half-living girl from his jaws. From the waist down; there was nothing left save a bloody stump and what appeared to be the beginnings of her intestines. The pink-haired brat feebly groaned but upon seeing other humans, her spirits surged and she attempted to crawl back toward her friends using her hands like claws. Morphing back into a human being, Fenrir back to laugh mercilessly as he stepped toward the crawling child; he couldn't see him since she was so intent of reaching fellow humans. With his left foot he stomped on her leg, holding her in place, and as the girl whimpered in fear the bearded man moved forward still so that he was standing parallel with her head. His eyes dancing with madness for the slaughter, still fixated on the girl, brightened even more as he rose his right foot above her head and let it hang there for a moment before it came crashing down.
He had curb-stomped her head in; bits of brains and chunks of her skull splashed messily against those near him. What were her eyes were now a white goo that oozed out form their sockets. Had this girl been known to these students; there was no chance that she would be known now. Taking his boot out of her messy pulp, Fenrir back one step away and ran his finger across the sole of his footwear. Then with calm moments, he placed his finger to his mouth and sucked on it; considering the flavor as a master chef would. As he took his finger away and assumed a neutral stance, Fenrir said with a taunting grin, "Pity; she was just a tad tart."
Ic: After telling the Nephilim what they wanted, Fenrir barreled through the tangle of plant-life as a tank steamrolls over barbed wire. He smelled them; they were still out there and they were repelling the local spiders of the Wood. Now hope was coming toward those spiders at about 40 miles per hour in the furred form of a wolf. Those fools that brandying curses against him and stood arrayed for battle would meet a terrible fate...after Fenrir dealt with a single interloper that wandered off the beaten path. Sniffing in the scent of his prey as he closed the distance, he was able to tell that she was a girl and that she was hopelessly lost. And within a few precious moments she would be all his.
Closer; he could hear her footfalls from his lone ear. Nearer; he could see flashes of the girl's pink her, such a disgusting shade for one's hair to be. Before she even knew what was upon her, Fenrir struck. With a sharp bark, Fenrir's maw opened wide and snapped shut on her legs. It was like an old horror flic; when the monster comes out from behind and drags away the hapless victim, who is screaming and flailing about. However despite all contradictions against him, Fenrir liked being original in how he killed off his prey. Shaking her into submission, Fenrir's jaws opened up briefly and then snapped shut again, but this time at her knees. He continued this gruesome process until he had bitten into her pelvis; blood splattered against the trees, his victim and onto the wolf's fur. Yet this girl wouldn't die just yet; oh no, for he had need of her.
With the squirming human clamped securely between his jaws, Fenrir went about-face and lumbered back toward the main fray; this mighty colossus still hungering for the Hunt. Now was the hour that ruin would crash upon the heads of these fools that burned his home. Should such a fool dare challenge Fenrir without the backing of his friends, he would meet a grisly demise. Twigs and brambles bounced off his silvery-grey pelt as he continued to plow through the underbrush; his breathing had become harsh and his eyes redder than Mars in the night sky. Sadly for these children they had forgotten one crucial thing; had they checked their lunar charts they must've realized the significance of this day, but it would appear otherwise. Fenrir simply had to hold them off for a little while longer to let night fall and then there would be a surprise should any student remain intact. Ah, but here was the clearing now that they warred in.
Bursting through a cloud of smoke that had settled from the kindling trees, Fenrir stood tall and proud like his mythical hero of Old; his body drenched in blood and gore. The girl was still dangling from his jaws; still alive but barely able to say a word. As his eyes cast glances from the ringleaders of this posse to the remaining acromantulas, a low rumbling growl that could be mistaken for thunder resounded clearing in the clearing. 'Deus, my apologies for not arriving sooner....I was delayed', communicated Fenrir to the large spider through his thoughts, 'Return back to your lair for now and lick your wounds; I shall avenge the deaths of your sons and daughters. For we are both fathers whose children have perished, but you tire while I am still strong. Rest now my friend; spin webs and repair your hurts.'
Turning away from Deus, Fenrir looked at the grouping of students with disgust in his black eyes as he spat out the half-living girl from his jaws. From the waist down; there was nothing left save a bloody stump and what appeared to be the beginnings of her intestines. The pink-haired brat feebly groaned but upon seeing other humans, her spirits surged and she attempted to crawl back toward her friends using her hands like claws. Morphing back into a human being, Fenrir back to laugh mercilessly as he stepped toward the crawling child; he couldn't see him since she was so intent of reaching fellow humans. With his left foot he stomped on her leg, holding her in place, and as the girl whimpered in fear the bearded man moved forward still so that he was standing parallel with her head. His eyes dancing with madness for the slaughter, still fixated on the girl, brightened even more as he rose his right foot above her head and let it hang there for a moment before it came crashing down.
He had curb-stomped her head in; bits of brains and chunks of her skull splashed messily against those near him. What were her eyes were now a white goo that oozed out form their sockets. Had this girl been known to these students; there was no chance that she would be known now. Taking his boot out of her messy pulp, Fenrir back one step away and ran his finger across the sole of his footwear. Then with calm moments, he placed his finger to his mouth and sucked on it; considering the flavor as a master chef would. As he took his finger away and assumed a neutral stance, Fenrir said with a taunting grin, "Pity; she was just a tad tart."