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iambetadraconisThings were just not getting any better.
Three weeks spent using Vane as refuge from the abomination haunting Milliways. Three weeks where the dream would replay itself nightly.
Three weeks where he tried his best to just. hold. on.
His physical state was terrible; his mental state was worse. Comments would be made about it, but he rarely left his home—not even to visit his family at the Guild.
Little by little. Chip by chip. Flake by flake.
He was coming undone.
He was no longer paying attention.
He had been in the bar all afternoon before he was even aware that he'd entered Milliways at all. By then the twin pressures of too. many. bodies. surrounding him and the full moon rising had him making his snarly way to the back door.
Without so much as a potion, being too out of it to care, and too late to have any effect even if taken.
Letting his feet take him where they wished he made his winding way to the forest just as the sun began to sink.
There would be a hunt tonight...
Three weeks spent using Vane as refuge from the abomination haunting Milliways. Three weeks where the dream would replay itself nightly.
Three weeks where he tried his best to just. hold. on.
His physical state was terrible; his mental state was worse. Comments would be made about it, but he rarely left his home—not even to visit his family at the Guild.
Little by little. Chip by chip. Flake by flake.
He was coming undone.
He was no longer paying attention.
He had been in the bar all afternoon before he was even aware that he'd entered Milliways at all. By then the twin pressures of too. many. bodies. surrounding him and the full moon rising had him making his snarly way to the back door.
Without so much as a potion, being too out of it to care, and too late to have any effect even if taken.
Letting his feet take him where they wished he made his winding way to the forest just as the sun began to sink.
There would be a hunt tonight...
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Date: 2012-10-29 06:49 am (UTC)She has her armored bodysuit and a plasma pistol. She has a hunting blind high in a tree. She is waiting for something (for someone).
She has orders.
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Date: 2012-10-29 10:12 am (UTC)The moon... Compelling....
Yellowed gaze sweeps the forest. It's not yet time, but it's close so very close.
Now on autopilot he crouches down to the grass. Crouch down don't fall down.
...seems like the mist has developed an ability to cling slightly before it wisps away...
...a whine—possibly the first animal sound these woods have heard in days...
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Date: 2012-10-31 03:30 am (UTC)(She doesn't know why. 'Why' is, as usual, above her pay grade.)
At the sound, Natalie turns her head and nothing else.
Target, she thinks, but doesn't move yet. (Patience, patience, patience.)
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Date: 2012-10-31 03:44 am (UTC)Listen. Sniff. Listen.
A herd of deer passed this way not long ago.
Eat little keep moving do not stay we are frightened, their scent says. No time for mates we are frightened.
He will track them. They will be wary but he will find them.
Unbeknownst to him, the trail is leading him to danger...
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Date: 2012-10-31 05:36 am (UTC)There. Now he's only a leap (and a modest fall) away.
She unhooks the pistol from her belt, shifts her weight, and jumps.
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Date: 2012-10-31 10:24 am (UTC)Vision is terrible, but who needs eyes? A wind shift tells him all he needs to know: he's not alone.
Everything takes on a red tint; the rage surges forth unfettered.
Natalie won't need to go to him Rabastan's on the express train and it's coming for her.
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Date: 2012-10-31 10:39 pm (UTC)He's closing too fast for her to get a shot off or even get to her feet; she settles for swinging the pistol at his face.
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Date: 2012-11-01 03:04 pm (UTC)He will stagger though.
And growl.
He has never had human prey but he still knows what to do.
Bite.
Bite hard.
Make her one like you.
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Date: 2012-11-05 03:36 am (UTC)She fires off a quick shot from the plasma pistol. She spent hours adjusting the settings so shots would only stun and not kill; hopefully she didn't make them too weak to effect him.
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Date: 2012-11-05 03:44 am (UTC)His pain-filled howl causes the branches of the nearby trees to shake, sending what leaves are left floating serenely to the ground.
There is more staggering. More struggling to stay on-foot. More blood about the mouth.
Does she have any exposed skin? He'll be going for that next.
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Date: 2012-11-05 04:12 am (UTC)She fires off another shot. (He wants the target alive. She would hate to disappoint him.)
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Date: 2012-11-05 04:39 am (UTC)The shot works as intended—mostly. He's not going for the face. Or trying to bite. Now.
All he's got left in the tank is enough for a good standing start tackle that would bring someone down where he can get at them.
Come closer come closer come closer....
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Date: 2012-11-05 05:23 am (UTC)She wants to be sure this shot doesn't miss. She takes a step closer.
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Date: 2012-11-05 05:44 am (UTC)Come on come on come—
—sudden movement—
—a lunge—
Last chance. No more strength after this.
No more hunts tonight.
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Date: 2012-11-05 06:15 am (UTC)Instead, Natalie hits the dirt. She can feel the weight of him scrambling over her legs, ready to tear at her unprotected face. It might not kill her. That doesn't mean she wants it to happen.
She kept her finger on the trigger in the fall, which means she still has the overloaded plasma charge. She's not going to fail, she's not, she's not.
She shoves the pistol hard against the wolf's ribs and lets the trigger go.
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Date: 2012-11-05 06:25 am (UTC)Toomuchtoomuchtoomuch.
He curls his lips—the only thing he can do. Now. As he topples onto his side.
Dragged or carried [he doesn't weigh all that much even like this], there won't be much resistance.
It's over for him tonight; even the shouting.
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Date: 2012-11-05 06:41 am (UTC)She did it. Target acquired. She did it.
She clips the pistol (dim, now, devoid of power) back to her belt and stands up.
Now to bring his prize back.