Luna_Wolf72
CinnaWolf circa 2023
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In the City
The hunt moves fast. A whirlwind of movement. A splash of blood, a whimper of sound, a beat of breath that stutters to a stop and freezes there. JUST there.
She moves in for the kill, dagger dipped in holy water with just the barest gilding in silver along the foremost edge. Two for the price of one, you might say. Her hands are birds of prey, swooping in to make short work of the thing that huddles in the corner~ gray eyed, hollow, shivering from the poisoning a good dose of silver nitrate can give.
Succubus.
Unhallowed thing.
She had been gorgeous. Flame haired, tawny skinned, busty and hippy without being fat. The perfect amount of bounce. A good bit of tail if that was all one wanted. After all, most succu~bitches weren't worth more than a fuck and suck. You fucked. They sucked and eventually?
You died.
But this bitch had went above and beyond the call of...duty. She had decided to introduce a child into the mix. A CHILD. Someone should have warned her, should have told her. Not in this city. Not where this girl thing~ almost as monstrous as the ones she hunted~ laid her head.
There would be NO abuse of children here. Not on her watch. The bitch had to die. Because there was a child involved? She had to die, slow. VERY slow.
The game had been played out all across the city. Bright lights had hidden the garish splashes of ichor. Passing cars and thumping music had swallowed the sounds of screaming, of running, of hiding. Thousands of bodies had helped to conceal the running of two lithe forms racing toward the dawn.
It had been almost~ poetic.
It had been almost~ fun.
But now, the game had ended. Here~ in this dark, dank, pissy smelling alley way~ the hunt had come to an end. The game was over.
"Please. Just...please. I won't do it again. I won't..."
The hunter took one small step forward, silver dipped blade bobbing left to right, capturing the bright lights from the street on it's glistening length.
"I know you won't." The voice is cold, a purr of self satisfaction.
The blade impales itself into the flat expanse of the succu-bitch's belly and is pulled slowly upward. From navel to neck. There is a sound like plop, plop. A hiss as entrails let go and fall to the dirty ground. A scream that goes far beyond the hearing abilities of the average human.
The form fades, leaving only the real shape behind. Snake woman in black with skin that flakes away even as she wails and begs for mercy. But there is no mercy to be found. Not here, not anywhere.
Silver bladed length is removed while strong arms grapple for, find, hold....and then it is the work of a moment to take the bitch's head.
The blade bites deep. The strength of revulsion and pain makes the cut just THAT much deeper. And when it is over...the demon is gone leaving only ashes on the wind.
It was a good hunt. The best hunt. And Micah...is tired.
Time to go home.
The hunt moves fast. A whirlwind of movement. A splash of blood, a whimper of sound, a beat of breath that stutters to a stop and freezes there. JUST there.
She moves in for the kill, dagger dipped in holy water with just the barest gilding in silver along the foremost edge. Two for the price of one, you might say. Her hands are birds of prey, swooping in to make short work of the thing that huddles in the corner~ gray eyed, hollow, shivering from the poisoning a good dose of silver nitrate can give.
Succubus.
Unhallowed thing.
She had been gorgeous. Flame haired, tawny skinned, busty and hippy without being fat. The perfect amount of bounce. A good bit of tail if that was all one wanted. After all, most succu~bitches weren't worth more than a fuck and suck. You fucked. They sucked and eventually?
You died.
But this bitch had went above and beyond the call of...duty. She had decided to introduce a child into the mix. A CHILD. Someone should have warned her, should have told her. Not in this city. Not where this girl thing~ almost as monstrous as the ones she hunted~ laid her head.
There would be NO abuse of children here. Not on her watch. The bitch had to die. Because there was a child involved? She had to die, slow. VERY slow.
The game had been played out all across the city. Bright lights had hidden the garish splashes of ichor. Passing cars and thumping music had swallowed the sounds of screaming, of running, of hiding. Thousands of bodies had helped to conceal the running of two lithe forms racing toward the dawn.
It had been almost~ poetic.
It had been almost~ fun.
But now, the game had ended. Here~ in this dark, dank, pissy smelling alley way~ the hunt had come to an end. The game was over.
"Please. Just...please. I won't do it again. I won't..."
The hunter took one small step forward, silver dipped blade bobbing left to right, capturing the bright lights from the street on it's glistening length.
"I know you won't." The voice is cold, a purr of self satisfaction.
The blade impales itself into the flat expanse of the succu-bitch's belly and is pulled slowly upward. From navel to neck. There is a sound like plop, plop. A hiss as entrails let go and fall to the dirty ground. A scream that goes far beyond the hearing abilities of the average human.
The form fades, leaving only the real shape behind. Snake woman in black with skin that flakes away even as she wails and begs for mercy. But there is no mercy to be found. Not here, not anywhere.
Silver bladed length is removed while strong arms grapple for, find, hold....and then it is the work of a moment to take the bitch's head.
The blade bites deep. The strength of revulsion and pain makes the cut just THAT much deeper. And when it is over...the demon is gone leaving only ashes on the wind.
It was a good hunt. The best hunt. And Micah...is tired.
Time to go home.