The were bounded to the side. He moved like the animal at that moment - all liquid grace. If Grayell was fast he was a second faster. How, who could say. Maybe he was prepared for just this sort of thing, for the claws cut the air and went skimming past his fur. He looked amused still, rather than angry.
Look there. I think she’s decided to watch. Maybe she’s waiting to see who comes out on top.
Kiko's snarl rose in volume behind them.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's eyes slowly turned to follow him as he skid to a halt, his hand holding nothing. That was simply not possible. Only the strongest Garou could be that quick... and he didn't smell of Garou. His attitude sucked to boot.
This was going to get messy.
A foregone conclusion, mutt.
Grayell wasn't about to give up - and he wasn't going to let this prattling prick ruin his focus. He could feed on that, consume the anger and convert it to power all too easily. His lip quivered as he further pushed his blood, caused muscled to bulge and contract. His body began to shudder with power now, his blood mastery pushing it up another notch.
His back half on to the were, his foot kicked out, scraping moss, lichen and mud at his opponent in a messy spatter. And before it hit, before he could react in whichever way he would - Grayell spun and lunged silently, a low stretch across the ground, his arms stretching out and looking to tear the mongrel's legs from beneath him. Bring him down and murder the bastard.
Grayell heard an ugly roar come up from below him. The werewolf had not bothered to dodge the moss, lichen, or the mud. It all hit him and would have quite probably blinded him had his eyes not been closed.
As it was, it was enough to make him sputter, spit and roar. He’d stopped laughing, he had stopped spouting mocking words and was spitting up mud instead. Still, he was as wiry as he was powerful, and the collision that sent them both to the ground had him landing on his hip. He uncoiled to sprung back upright, face streaked with dirt.
Kiko moved then while he was still trying to free his mouth of the mud. She went for his heels diving in and back out with as much speed as they had shown. She foiled his balance instead of trying to tear his tendons out.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell had a surprise for this bastard now and his hand lashed out as he leaped past the were's side, his hand looking to rake it's throat whilst Kiko went at it's legs.
But his hand had been pierced, quite deliberately by his own claws. His talons unfolded and blood flicked out, his hand awash with the crimson - and his mind had it curl in an attempt to wrap like a whip about the were's throat. Tear his throat from him or not, Grayell was getting a grip on this bastard - and if that leash locked in, there would be hell to pay. Bloody, murderous hell.
Another mindless roar broke from the beast and was just as quickly cut off. His claws went straight to his neck, and a terrible gurgling sound replaced the roar. The werewolf lost his footing, stumbled over Kiko's hip and side and hit the ground still trying to get his hands around the blood lash Grayell was using to strangle him.
He tore the ground up in great swathes of wet grass his motions getting weaker and more frantic as they continued. Whatever air had been in his throat was gone, and the tangle of mud and moss soiled the rest.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell was not about to make the same mistake. He pulled hard on the bloody cord that strangled the beast, his massive form relentless, insatiable in it's tension. His mind visualized him throttling the beast, the blood only swelling, writhing and getting tighter, winding ever worse to crush the life from the monster. His hands both locked on the cord and he moved closer, the slack taken up instantly. With a disgusted, feral insanity in his eyes, he slammed his foot onto the were's chest. His leg pressed it further against the dirt and his body stretched up, him using his whole body now to yank the damned life out of the abomination.
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The werewolf's neck snapped with a sickening crack and Kiko threw her head up with a howl. She gave voice to all the emotions that had been plaguing her since the day started, and she did not stop howling until the empty sky was studded with stars.
The werewolf was dead. The poachers were dead. The camp where it all began was no longer in use. She returned to Grayell's side still in the form of the wolf.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell felt her... and his tension abated for one moment. He was still slavering, still heaving with breath, the cord from his hand still about the monster's neck. But his voice, gravelly and growled, took it's time. He didn't have anger for her but would not see her witness this.
Lover... turn away. I must finish this.
Grayell leaned closer over his kill and his left hand left his right, pulling a second cord from the strand now. His arms came to his sides and the blood shifted, became to whips about the bastard's neck, coiled in opposite directions. He snarled a little as the cords swelled and became viciously barbed and bladed, wicked, serrated thorns sinking into the were's flesh.
He spat and then tore his arms back, the dual tethers about the dead beast's neck ripping about the neck as they unwound, those blades tearing and gouging ever deeper through the flesh. He'd have the damn head off before he was convinced it was dead.
Kiko shied off into the darkness of the swamp. She left him with the dead and did not look back.
The werewolf's head was snapped free of his neck, and whatever blood might have remained in his body simply fell to the ground. He was just as broken as the men he'd helped kill only a few moments before. Blood forming a pale crimson stain among the swampy grass.
There was no name to recover either, only a vague mention of a wizard. And, if he had hired someone once, he would probably do so again. Grayell could search through the dead men, should he chose to do so, perhaps find an indication of where this nebulous wizard lived.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell tore the head from the grass with his clawed hand, popping an eye without so much as a thought. He turned it to face him and snarled, threatened the dead were in his hands. His eyes were red with terror still, his teeth still prepared to tear.
Don't say I didn't warn you.... BITCH. He casually tossed the head toward the ground at his front - as his foot arched back - and then shot forward, kicking the bastard remnant of a dead werewolf over the tree line.
And that was that. At least where the werewolf was concerned. The bodies of the poachers, headless and otherwise, lay strewn across the swamp. Kiko returned - upright and walking in the manner of humans instead of wolves. But, she wasn't talking.
She returned to the shelter they had first spotted the poachers under. The ground beneath it was dry, at least, and the cart butted up against one side. She wanted to give the Wolf space, but she could not leave him here alone.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
The blood dragged and whipped into Grayell's hands now, like spring loaded wire. His head rolled back and the shift took him, he returned to the man. He took one, long, deep breath to settle his blood and then looked to Kiko...
... and dropped to his knee. His head spun now, his vision swam. He closed his eyes, wincing and pressed his palm to his head. It wasn't the extent of his ability, but it was more than he'd done prior and he wasn't used to the drain on his body and mind.
Shit....
He felt like being sick, his mouth watered far too much. He regulated his breathing, quick to fight that urge and slowly, his head began to settle, his nausea abating.
Kiko slid up behind him quietly. She offered her body for support, reaching out to brush hair back from the side of his face. She was quiet, as always, and her hands were gentle. She urged him off his knees and back down to the shelter as best she could.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's extreme symptoms subsided but he was tired, aching. His head was stuck with a fog, something he wasn't all too sure of - but his eyes found her. Clarity. He fought her though, with little strength of course; but would not rest so easily. He smiled instead and placed his hand on her cheek...
... and said nothing. He only stared, his eyes tired.
Kiko stuck her shoulder under his arm and ignored his attempts to fight her off. She got him back to the shelter and built a small fire in a pit outside of it. He needed to rest. She found clean water in a stack of gear that had belonged to the poachers and made him drink it before going through the rest of the packs for bedding.
She made him a pallet beside the fire as quickly as possible and forced him to lay down as easy as she possibly could manage and still get him to rest. The husky sound of her voice broke through the snap and crackle of the fire.