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Something was happening to the rightmost horn. That part of the horde had seemed the most likely to cut through the enemy’s defenses and flank them. Yet now a flood of Skaven warriors poured panic-striken into the center, sewing disarray in the center. Whatever it was that had sent the footsoldiers into retreat, seemed to affect the clawleaders and packmasters as well. The entire right flank of the horde collapsed and stampeded as the creatures reverted to their instinctive penchant to scurry and hide in the darkness from.

“CAT!!!” Came a despairing wail from Tailtripper’s second, who had decided to shore up the flanks on his own initiative while the hordemaster was indisposed making sport of the foolish Uman. The second-in-command lived only long enough for his vocalization to stir panic in the hearts of the remainder of the Skaven army. When he fell to a blue-black blur of whipping tail and rending claws and teeth, unease in the ranks turned into retreat. 

Had Toch Tailtripper not been otherwise engaged, he, or his other lackeys, might have yet turned the tide. It was only one felinoid amongst the horde. Furthermore, the beast was enraged and fighting on instinct. An organized and determined defense might have brought Cat-Tom down, or at least stood him off enough for the Skaven to regroup. 

As it was, the resurrected Uman rising from where he had fallen sent the wiser of Tailtripper’s commanders fleeing with the scurrying horde. The more foolish drew their own weapons and charged in. Neither undead nor shapeshifters were unknown to the horde, and the bravest Skaven were not completely cowed, though perhaps they should have been. None were equipped with holy artifacts, garlic, or purpose-made wooden or silver weapons.

Still, shapeshifters and dhampirs were driven by an almost instinctive hatred of each other, and drow actively hunted both. The presence of all three in the same small band That One had commanded them to take, broke the will of those not immediately ringing Toch and Pioloss, and the rest of the horde fled to the left

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The whitefurs were no exception to the general stampede of Skaven. Their concentration broken, the great boulder they had lifted, by magick, dropped to earth immediately with a resounding crash. 


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No Picnic

Aided by both Myrae and Rigel, the golem broke most of the bonds restraining it. With a great surge forward, it lunged out from beneath the hovering boulder, recognizing the danger. The giant rock crashed to the ground smashing a couple of Skaven, who had thought better of being left behind inside the enemy fortification, and been trying to flee. 

The boulder did not, however, smash No Picnic. The Great Golem’s leap had brought it to the ground and tightened the remaining netting and ropes such that No Picnic was now pinned in place by the huge rock--which had forever buried the ropes attached to the war machine. 

No Picnic struggled against its bonds for a moment, but could not find leverage to untangle itself. As the Skaven had fled and no further enemy immediately threatened it, the golem’s struggles slowly ceased and its skin began to gradually lose its sable hue.

Picnic

“I am caught fast.” Picnic informed Myrae and Rigel in an even--if rather thunderous--voice. Twisting as much as it was able, the faceless centaurine torso of the golem began working at untying what ropes it could reach with its smallest set of appendages.

Myrae

 

Nice work, Meat.” Myrae said, admiringly as Rigel wiped ratblood from his sword and set to work beside her, trying to free No Picnic. “Look out!!” She hissed a moment later, as the boulder fell and No Picnic lunged toward them to escape it. Myrae dropped The Dragoleth’s Claw and tackled Rigel, aiming low to give herself enough leverage to move the man mountain, whether he wanted to or not. The drowess thought Picnic would probably avoid trampling them to avoid its own demise. Whether the same was true of No Picnic she was not sure.

Thinking she had succeeded in knocking Rigel out of harm’s way, Myrae regained her feet and wondered. “What happened to all our squeaky little friends?” The boulder, and the dust it had raised, obscured most of the battlefield. Even so, Myrae was fairly sure there had been more than the dozen-or-so Skaven they had thus far slaughtered. Why were they holding back now, with the War Golem temporarily immobilized? Retrieving her sword from beneath Picnic, she set to work sawing away his bonds. “Well, if there’s something worse out there, best get yew free to face it with us, Big Blue.” She opined. “Yew okay, Rigel?”


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CAT TOM(v.2)

CAT-TOM

A Felonious Feline

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“A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering”

 ― William S. Burroughs  

 

Cat-Tom is a creature of instinct woven into his bones and memory infused into the fibers of his muscles.  He’s a perfect contradiction, a man and beast; all yet none.  In many ways he’s no different than the feral nature already present within the depths of Tom-Cat’s kohl-rimmed gaze.  And in so many other ways, he is nothing like him at all; in so many other ways, Cat-Tom is a whole different, ahem, beast.  

The greatcat is pleased with himself: it took no time at all to clear the filthy vermin from around his bondmate.  All that is left of the Skaven within the semi-circle of boulders are broken and twisted corpses, many bearing the signs of cold, remorseless violence.  Cat-Tom didn’t toy with his prey, however; he killed the rats in the quickest manner possible, and the fact that the quickest manner often happened to also be the most brutal manner, is purely coincidental.  (The greatcat found that biting straight through the skull and eviscerating the soft underbelly with front and back claws were the two quickest ways to bring down his prey.) 

Still, the Skaven horde hasn’t scattered to the greatcat’s satisfaction–they were still too close to his mate for his liking.  Something within Cat-Tom’s ancient genetics calls for him to eradicate the threat in its entirety and so he doesn’t even think as he leaps atop of Picnic and screams out a great, challenging roar, the sound echoing off of the cave walls and reverberating within one’s very bones.  With a snarl Cat-Tom takes a bounding leap off of the golem and down into the remaining Skaven who thought themselves brave enough to rally. 

Pathetic. 

The fury in which the greatcat disembowels, pounces, and crushes the Skaven not smart enough to flee his fangs and claws, utterly breaks the will of the remaining rats, except for the ones ringing that walking corpse of dead-smelling wrongness that’s still engaged in a duel with a rather fast rat meatbag.  In Cat-Tom’s estimation, both duelists could topple into a lava pit and he’d be perfectly happy–that one was like a smudge on the consciousness and a ticking time bomb, at that.  

He didn’t want it  anywhere near his mate.  

Ever.

Still, first things first.  

With another roar the volatile greatcat, with movements that were as easy to lock down as mercury on a hot day, breaks the remaining will of the Skaven horde and sends the rats scurrying, gripped by their basest instincts, back into the dark corners from which they came.

Some squirm into crevices, others flee down the tunnel towards the broken basalt bridge, while some even scurried towards the edge of the void…

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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And sometimes the Void stares back...

 

 In many ways, the creatures of the UnderNeath are remarkably similar to the creatures of the seas.  Many of these dwellers of the deep (underground, ocean) have become extremophiles in order to survive within these harsh ecosystems, resulting in creatures that often look as wondrously bizarre as they do monstrous.  The extreme habitats in which these critters eke out their existence, are generally viewed by surface-dwellers as alien, untamed, and hostile towards most non-native inhabitants.  Indeed, most nonindigenous creatures that don’t have a physiology that predisposes them to live in these hostile environments, find it hard, if not outright impossible, to survive. 

 

One of the most striking similarities between creatures of the UnderNeath and the monstrous oddities that inhabit the deepest reaches of the ocean, is their unrivaled and almost supernatural perception of their surroundings. Most fauna in the UnderNeath, like deep sea creatures who live their entire lives without light, are blind or have severely underdeveloped sight, and thus rely on a variety of other senses to hunt prey and forage for food. And, just as sharks and other oceanic predators can detect the distance and location (in relation to it) of every fish, down to the smallest minnow,  by sensing their electric fields, many UnderNeath dwellers can detect even the smallest shifts within their environment.

 

As such, most creatures, a good deal of them predators, of the UnderNeath have sensed and are aware of you, long before you become aware of itif you even perceive it, for many predators have developed abilities that allow them to hide in plain sight.  

 

These are the creatures that lurk, hidden from even the most supernaturalist of supernatural premonition and detection.  It doesn’t matter if one is agile enough to dance on the head of a pin (angels do it better than anything else, anyway), creatures of the UnderNeath were created to lurk, undetected, from those Above-dwelling creatures that arrogantly think themselves to be connoisseurs of lurking.  

 

The inhabitants of the UnderNeath are not creatures of the night–they are creatures of the primordial dark.

 

And it’s within the Cimmerian dark of the deepest chasms underground, like a vanta black fissure torn into the sea floor, that the largest horrors slumber…

 

…and sometimes stir.

 

Although perhaps the biggest lesson that the deep oceans can teach is one of the simplest:  there is  always  a bigger fish in the pond.  

 

And comparatively, no matter how keen one's sword, dagger, or how true one's arrow flies; no matter how sharp one's claws, talons, or teeth; and no matter how feral one's roar or how long one's fangs might be, they are merely but a minnow in a vast and uncaring ocean...


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Suddenly Rigel was knocked to the ground by one of the rat-men he must not have seen while concentrating on freeing Picnic.  Rigel spun quickly raising his blade to obliterate his enemy.  As he got one foot under him and began his swing he saw that it was Myrae.  He redirected his swing and missed hitting her, much to his own relief. 

“Well, if there’s something worse out there, best get yew free to face it with us, Big Blue.” Myrae opined. “Yew okay, Rigel?”

Rigel’s face suddenly broke into a smile.  “Yes,  Thank you”  He then kissed Myrae on the nose,  partially because he was sure it irritated her, but mostly just because he wanted to.

As suddenly as his countenance had changed before, it changed once against to his battle concentration as if nothing had changed in the first place.   He made a rapid trip around Picnic cutting all the throw-weight lines and then started pulling the now damaged net off the Golems back 

Rigel cast about looking for his friends and was able to account for all but Tom-cat and Pioloss.  He must help Pioloss…but where was he?  was it too late?


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Toch Tailtripper 

As if by some unspoken signal, the cheering Skaven around him suddenly fell silent. Toch raised his arms higher, trying to goad them back into action. What was wrong with them? By all rights he should have been poised now to assume his rightful place as clan leader! But instead they were staring at him like they had just seen a ghost.

 

"Is it my turn now?"

 

Despite a lifetime of training, and senses that were so finely tuned that they bordered on the preternatural, Toch had difficulty believing what he had just so clearly heard.

 

No. It wasn't possible! He had watched the Uman die?

 

The Deathmaster turned back, and for the first time in his life, a life which had been devoted singularly to the dealing of death, he knew true fear. 

 

The Uman was standing, but living? One mobile ear twitched, but he could not detect even the hint of a heartbeat. He sniffed, but the only scent he was getting was that of death.

 

For the first time Toch knew how every one of his victims must have felt before he had ended their lives. And it infuriated him! With a snarl he leapt into action, spinning through the air towards the Uman thing with his twin blades whirling. It didn't matter if he had to do it a hundred times - he would see this thing dead! 

 

In his fury the Skaven moved faster than he ever had before, practically teleporting the short distance between him. But despite his incredible speed, his blades hit nothing but air. The Uman was gone!

 

Pioloss 

 

Pioloss laughed, the sound resonating not in the face of, but in the very minds of the Deathmaster and his surrounding lackeys. He could practically taste their terror, and lapped it up like it was a fine wine.

 

He felt good, amazing even! Yet also… hollow somehow, like something was missing. A small frown creased his forehead at the thought, but it was gone an instant later. Why worry when he felt this good? He felt like he was finally free! All of the worries and fears that had plagued him as a mortal were gone entirely. In their place was a cold cunning, a ruthless need to kill, and of course, the Hunger.

 

Pioloss flitted from shadow to shadow, still laughing at the comical expression on the rats face. That the Skaven had ever posed a threat to him at all now seemed ridiculous. So the Assassin hid in the shadows? Well Pioloss was shadow!

 

Almost casually he blurred out to rake his claws across Tochs shoulder. Blood spurted across his face as skin, muscles, and finally bone parted. With the arm now dangling from a few, glistening tendons Pioloss stopped to lick his lips in the Deathmasters face and wink before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

 

 


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Toch Tailtripper 

 

"Get the Man Thing!" Toch screamed at the assembled Skaven surrounding them. "What you waits for? KILLS HIM!"

All pretense of maintaining dignity had been long forgotten by the Deathmaster. Death for him was not a problem. His entire life had revolved around it. Some might even say that he worshipped it! But an enemy that refused to stay dead? It wasn't natural!

Toch continued to scream blue murder at the others, but to a rat not one of then so much as twitched! Icy fingers crept up Toch's spine as he took note for the first time of their blank eyes and slack expressions. Something was very, very wrong.

 

"Yew will see!"

 

"Devour devour!"

 

"Deathmaster ruined!"

 

"Looksy Rat-thing!"

 

"Yew die-die!"

 

"We ALL die-die!"

 

The taunts had been delivered in unison, completely devoid of all emotion from the blankly staring Skaven. 

Toch could only stand there, dumbfounded and disbelieving as the Uman blurred past him to savagely cut into his other arm. His last remaining knife fell to the floor, leaving him completely defenseless. The Uman coalesced from the shadows in front of him, simply fading into existence as if it were being born from the darkness before casually starting to walk towards the Assassin. Everything about it was wrong. Unnatural. From the way it seemed to glide across the floor, to the wide smile which stretched across its skull like face. The Skaven didn't smile much as a general rule, and Toch less than most. But even he could tell that the Umans smile was a twisted perversion of what the expression should be. It held nothing at all of warmth. In fact, it held very little of anything. It was empty. Hollow. Wrong.

But despite all of this, it simply wasn't in the Deathmaster to just give up and he readied himself to fight with his teeth alone if that's what it took! But when the Uman was still several paces away it suddenly shot forwards, and the next thing Toch knew he was spitting up blood as he experienced the unenviable sensation of cold fingers wrapping themselves around his still beating heart!

Toch sputtered, but refused to cry out. He would not lower himself so far that he could not face his own death with dignity. He comforted himself with the thought that the Horde would sing songs of this battle for many years to come as by sheer will alone, he forced the lesser injured of his hands to begin clasping at the small egg shaped talisman he had had the mages make for just such a situation.

"No one will sing songs of yew rat. Because there will be no one left alive to sing them!" The ghastly Uman whispered in The Deathmasters ear as he sank razor sharp fangs into the Skavens neck. 

Toch gaped in horror at the thought, but even as he drew his last few breaths his clawed fingers were wrapping around the talisman, activating it to release the stored burst of lightning magic which would reduce them  both to nothing but ashes.

 


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Faan

Take my cloak.” Faan doffed the garment and--if allowed--would drape it around the Aeros girl’s narrow shoulders. “So long as the clasp is fastened, no one has seen you.” She explained, briefly. There was quite a bit more to wearing the cloak of distraction than that, but the elfmaid was too anxious to return to the others to completely explain the workings of the magickal couture. 

Small as she was, Miiya could not fit beneath the tailored garment wings and all, with her arms through the sleeves. Instead, Faan fastened it around her neck like a riding hood. A casual observer would note a presence where Miiya stood, but be unable to fully focus upon her. Too much attention and the neck snap would unfasten or break and she would be fully visible.

The elfmaid could see--and feel--that Miiya was a mouse-squeak away from breaking down completely, but she realized she was not going to get the terrified girl to strike out on her own--even toward safety. Putting a reassuring hand where Miiya was squeezing her arm with painful tightness, the seamstress led her around the line of boulders toward where the main Skaven force had been engaged with Pioloss, Rigel, Picnic, and Myrae. 

As the battlefield came into view, Faan caught sight of Pioloss, thankfully still moving, though he was surrounded by Skaven. The elfmaid caught the sound of the dhampir’s wicked mirth and it froze her blood in her veins. Something was wrong. She had seen the man embattled before, but never heard such a chilling sound; hollow echoing inhuman laughter, distorted shrieks from the Skaven, and the wet rending of flesh being flayed apart by something that was not steel.

Prying Miiya’s hand from her arm, Faan spoke urgently in the direction she thought the girl stood. “Wait here!” She said, before rushing toward the melee, only to be stopped in her tracks by a mighty thunderclap and flash of actinic light from Tailtripper’s magickal talisman. “Pioloss!” She cried out, voice lost in the booming echos of the titanic electrical discharge.  


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Always a bigger fish in the pond...

 

The Skaven horde broke in face of the big-cat-thing’s fury, scattering like cockroaches across the dirty tiles of a bathroom floor as they fled the burn of the overhead light.  Seized by their base and ancient animal instincts, the rats scurried, chittering and squeaking, back into the crevasses from which they’d first appeared.  Most fled into the closest dark hole or cavity offering the quickest path away from the cat-thing’s tearing claws and rending fangs, and a handful of Skaven scurried into the entrance of a nearby tunnel at the edge of the chasm.  The mouth of the tunnel was lined by rows of stalactites and stalagmites that disappeared into an inky void just a few feet into the warm, moist passageway…

 

…wait…

 

…without any warning, a set of colossal jaws crashed shut with a tremendous  SNAP! that reverberated throughout the cavern like a mighty clap of thunder, utterly drowning out the noise of the electrical discharge set off by the dead-rat trigger of the Deathmaster’s artefact.  

 

The owner of said jaws raised its head and studied the motley group below it with cold, reptilian eyes as it crunched the ten or so Skaven in its mouth as casually as one might munch on a handful of cereal.  The dragon tilted its head back and swallowed the Skaven after a moment of thoughtful chewing, narrowing its eyes at the rats still surrounding the pale undead and the deceased Deathmaster.  It slammed its forelimbs onto the lip of the ledge and gripped it, digging its massive claws into shear rock like it was nothing more than hard packed dirt.  Although most of its body was hidden by the darkness of the Void, what could be glimpsed revealed a gigantic horned head, teeth that were three-quarters the size of a jousting lance, and a heavily armored body lined with dull, crimson-colored scales the size of pavise shields.  

 

PATHETIC RATSSS.”  The dragon’s boomed out, the sound like two boulders crashing together and cracking apart.  The Skaven pinned under its glare, immediately dropped their weapons and began lurching towards the dragon in fits and starts.  They lined up docilely at the edge of the abyss and waited, obviously terrified but helpless to do anything except watch and wait as the dragon ate them, one by one.  

 

When it was done, the dragon, still not offering its name or anything by way of an introduction, scanned the group with relative disinterest, until its gaze found and fell upon the Aeros girl.  It boomed out a laugh when the cloak that Miiya wore, unfastened and fell away under the weight of the dragon’s now-interested focus, leaving her exposed and under the creature’s keen scrutiny.

 

I WONDER,” it mused, lifting its neck to crane over the trembling girl.  “HOW YOUR FEATHERSSS WILL LOOK, ADORNING MY LAIR.”  It shifted its head, fixing Miiya with one unblinking, reptilian eye.  “I’LL HAVE TO TAKE MY TIME WITH YOU, SSSO ASSS TO MINIMIZE DAMAGE TO THOSSSE PRETTY WINGSSS.


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CAT TOM(v.2)

CAT-TOM

A Felonious Feline

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“A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering”

 ― William S. Burroughs

 

Cat-Tom felt a fissure of warning tremble through his whiskers and bolt down his back a split-second before the thunderclap SNAP! of monstrous jaws resounded throughout the cavern, bouncing signals along the nodes of his spine as the echoes bounced against the rock walls.  A mohawk strip of fur along the line of his spine instantly raised, his ears flattened against his skull, and his tail exploded into a bottle brush as the greatcat dropped low in an automatic and helpless reaction to the visceral terror the dragon presented.  Every animal instinct within him screamed that he needed to put as much distance as possible between himself and the threat that none of them had any hope of defeating.  

His muscles coiled, eyes already sweeping environment for a path that would offer the best chance of an escape, when something stopped him, locking up his joints and freezing him in place: the bond. 

More precisely, Miiya's utter terror flooding through the bond.  

Cat-Tom made an anxious noise in his throat, his tail lashing fretfully as he cut his eyes to his bondmate, stilling at the expression of pure horror and full body, fearful trembling that had overtaken her.  He made a soft mewling sound at her, reaching out through the bond for her, when the reptile spoke...

...and indicated that he was going to eat her.  Miiya.  His bondmate.  

Something primal, something deep down and instinctive within him, answered the reptile'taunting words.   Something from his ancient past, when Shifters were ruled by genetics that maintained a rigid hierarchy of Alphas over beta.  A time where Alphas marked betas as soon as they matured, and where a beta marked by a weak Alpha knew they were destined to be passed from Alpha to Alpha when their original was inevitably challenged and killed.  Back when a Shifter had to posture, had to defend, had to fight, to protect your mate against all challengers and all threats.  Back in a time where all challenges, when all threatswere met the same way: with a swift escalation of violence and aggression

He loosed a growling, furious roar and began running across the rocky terrain towards the dragon, fully driven by his instinct to protect her; to protect his mate.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Miiya

Eep!” The Aeros girl squeaked as the cloak dropped from her shoulders at a glance from the tremendous monster that had clambered up from the darkness of the rift. 

She had done as Faan bade her, waiting well back from the circle of Skaven around where Pioloss was engaged gruesomely amputating the limbs of a mean-looking rat. While the elfmaid had rushed in, Miiya had gripped her purloined spear tightly, trying and failing to drum up the courage to follow her and join the fight. It had done her fortitude no favors when the cavern had been rocked by a tremendous lightning bolt and thunderclap. 

That, however, was nothing compared to this new monstrosity. For a moment, as the dragon busied itself devouring the remaining Skaven she held stock-still, hoping that Faan’s invisibility cloak would hide her from the smoldering evil eyes of the creature. But no, when its gaze had swept over her she had felt the unbearable weight of the wyrm’s presence and had known she was discovered, even before the concealing fabric fell away as its magic failed against the ancient menace. 

Of course, not only was there a freaking dragon here, but it wanted to eat her. It was talking about ripping her wings off. It was chewing with its mouth open, allowing her to see the gruesome end of a dozen Skaven warriors that she was soon to follow. 

Miiya decided that she didn’t like dragons. They were kinda rude.

Standing alone before a monstrosity of incomprehensible size gave the Aeros girl’s emotional state a good spin. Most of the slots on the wheel were gibbering terror, but there were a few slices of self-pity, catatonia, and even anger in there. Somehow, after cycling through various flavors of fear--that turned Miiya various shades of a pale-ish green--her dial landed on rage. This is SO unfair!! It was a petulant hopeless flavor of anger, but at least it unrooted her feet and unlimbered her arm.

Her throwing arm. Where she held a spear.

Before any lucid thoughts caught up to her self-pitying flash of hot rage, Miiya had shifted into a javelin-throwers stance, taken aim, and let fly with Storm Dancer’s strength, because boy oh boy was her heart going now. 

Throwing a Skaven spear at a full-grown dragon was akin to flicking a toothpick at a grizzly bear. Even bears, however, don’t like toothpicks in their eyes, and the Dragon blinked--his great armored shutter of an eyelid slamming closed, causing the spear to bounce harmlessly from the interlocking plates. 

The dragon blinked

And Miiya was gone. 

Well, at least she wished she was gone. She was off like a shot, rabbiting in the opposite direction of the dragon just as fast as she could go. The monster, however, was the length of three rail carriages, and even with some off-kilter flapping, Miiya could not cover that distance in the blink of an eye. 

Dragon

“W a i t.”

“I am G r a e k o k o r h e y u r g a r d r a m y r and it is your honor to be devoured by me.”

Said the dragon, lifting its immense body from the rift and stretching its tail out to block Miiya’s escape.

Miiya

Don’t care.” Miiya tossed off as she sprinted and the Dragon introduced itself. Fortunately it had a really long name to go with its really long body and it…

it’s kinda slow. Miiya realized. Slow enough that she had a real chance at escaping. As the huge armored tail swept over her and looped downward to encircle her within a wall of dragon, Miiya put on an extra burst of speed, lunged, and made a champion home-base slide beneath the descending coils before they crashed to earth. She cupped air and popped back to her feet--still listing badly. Song only provided three-quarters of the lift of Dance and it just wasn’t possible to fold Dance’s trim tab enough to compensate. Aeros wings didn’t work like that. Miiya stumbled and almost went back down. It was about this time that the girl’s mood shifted from piqued fatalism back to unadulterated terror.

It was a good thing there were no lava lakes, bottomless chasms, or wyle-e-coyote-painted fake cartoon cave entrances, in front of her, because Miiya would have run into any of them in a blind panic. What was before her, however, was a pretty foofed-up angry greatcat, streaking toward Graekokorheyurgardramyr. Absent a painted rock wall, Miiya ran into him, instead. 

Cat-Tom would have been a fairly terrifying sight in his own right; fangs beared, claws extended for traction, and hatred-filled lambent yellow eyes fixed on his massive enemy. However, Miiya had a dragon-skewed perspective on just what was scary, and Tom’s animal form was down the list a tick or two. What was truly frightening was his intent. Miiya did not know how she knew, but she knew that Cat-Tom was not running to her. He was running past her. He was running into danger for her. 

And he was sure to die.

So Miiya ran into him, full tilt. With one stutter-step and half-flap, she dove at Cat-Tom, wrapping her arms around his neck and managing to interlock her fingers. Her shoulders protested at the abuse as the momentum of the far-larger greatcat saw her swung up-and-over-and down. Miiya’s body struck his muzzle sideways and deposited all of her momentum into the top and side of his thick skull (and mooshed fuzzy ear). That drove the two of them into the dirt in a tumble of flying dirt, fur, feathers arms and lots of legs. 

Even with fear-blanked mind, Miiya’s body remembered how to fall--crash really--and the speed one could build up with legs was nothing compared to a crash on the wing. She fell well, and tried to help Cat-Tom with a crash he could walk away from too; bending her body and limbs around his furred jowels, skull, and neck so that nothing went in the wrong direction. It probably wouldn’t have mattered, as the greatcat seemed--to Miiya--to be made of about a thousand stone of rock-hard muscle and thick steel-strong bone. Padding his fall was a bit like a badminton birdie shielding a locomotive from striking a rail bumper.

The Aeros girl was a little squashed and rattled by the collision as she got her feet under her--with arms still wrapped around Cat-Tom’s neck. She noted that at least they weren’t moving toward the dragon anymore. Because that was totally the wrong way to go. “Tom! Stop!” She gasped--a little belatedly. 


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Toch Tailtrippers blood tasted awful, and this brought Pioloss to a realisation. The realisation was this: It wasn’t actually blood which sustained him, it was death, and the Deathmasters blood was saturated with it! So despite the filthy, verminous taste, Pioloss was practically swooning at the massive influx of power he was receiving with each gulp and swallow. Because of this he didn’t realise what was about to happen until right at the last possible second.

Ripping his fangs out of the Skavens neck with a spray of red and a shower of furry clumps of skin, he bolted as fast as his supernaturally quick legs would allow him to. It was fast. But not quite fast enough. As the Skavens talisman detonated Pioloss was hurled several feet through the air by the explosion of electricity to land smoking on the ground. Only his undead nature, and the massive amount of necrotic energy which he had just imbibed allowed him to survive at all, instead of being reduced to a smouldering pile of ash. But in those few moments of flying through the air, with the electric current of a magical lightning storm bouncing around inside of him, his undead heart was forced into taking a single, shuddering beat. Then another. And another, until the life-giving organ once again found its rhythm and brought the Dhampir gasping and sputtering back to the land of the living only seconds after he had hit the floor. Had anyone been looking, they might actually have seen the faint burst of smoke as he took his first, coughing breath before sitting bolt upright and looking around wildly. 

Pioloss remembered everything, a fact which brought him both fear and shame in equal measures. But the self loathing would have to come later, there was still an army of Skaven which was about to- 

Oh! 

Had they actually somehow won?

He scarcely dared to believe it, and once more a wash of shame threatened to overwhelm him at the thought that his impetuous actions might have led to the deaths of the others. But he was in luck! Only a few stragglers of the Skaven horde remained, and they were quickly being ripped apart with brutal efficiency by Myrae, Rigel, and a… giant… cat? Tom Cat? No it couldn’t be. He could do that?! That was actually… really quite something! Gods! The little rats were actually fleeing in terror! 

Pioloss jumped up, ready to do what he could to help anyway, but it was then that he noticed the gargantuan face that was now looming above them all. 

“Pathetic Rattsss.”

“I really, really hate this place…” Pioloss muttered as he sprinted over to rejoin the others.


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CAT TOM(v.2)

CAT-TOM

A Felonious Feline

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“A cat's rage is beautiful, burning with pure cat flame, all its hair standing up and crackling blue sparks, eyes blazing and sputtering”

 ― William S. Burroughs

 

Cat-Tom felt a jolt of fear-induced rage bolt through him as the reptile, Graekoko–whatever, slammed its tail down in an attempt to cut Miiya off from the rest of the group and hinder her escape.  That shock of fear was followed quickly by a surge of…something else, as the part of him that was still mostly Tom-Cat, watched his bondmate juke the reptile’s enormous tail with an adroit maneuver that the Uman-ish portion of him found really sort of hot.  Cat-Tom grumbled to himself–he sometimes wished the two-legger part of himself was a little less interested in the mate part of bondmate, but he guessed he could understand.  His mate was pretty impressive–he was certainly amazed that she was able to pull off such fancy footwork despite the large amount of fear he felt surging through her.

The greatcat was relieved to see Miiya moving away from the reptile.  He refocused his attention on Graekoko and snarled angrily; he was going to claw out the reptile’s eye, one way or another.

And then he was blindsided by a bundle of feathers and rubbery limbs that seemed to wrap around his neck, head, and body, all at once, and the world went topsy-turvy.  Cat-Tom instantly retracted his claws and tucked his head as Miiya plowed them into the ground, the impact knocking the greatcat out of his feral, single-minded focus.  He twisted his body as best he could to ensure that he didn’t land atop of her, trying to protect her by getting her between his paws as they thudded into the ground and slid a few feet.  

The impact still knocked him for a loop and it took a few seconds for Cat-Tom to sit up and get his bearings.  By the time he did, he found Miiya in front of him with a stranglehold around his neck, pressing against him as she told him–somewhat belatedly–to stop.  

First and foremost, Cat-Tom sat and pushed his face into her neck, smelling her, and then pressed his blunt, furred muzzle against her shoulders and wings, checking her for injury.  Thus satisfied that she was whole and well, the greatcat nuzzled his mate, unable to help the purr that rumbled in his chest.  He offered her a quiet mewl.  “Miirrreow,” he said, which essentially meant: I’m glad you’rrre okay.”  He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to scent-mark her and so he did, his purr increasing in volume as he emitted a happy little, “Miieew.

It wasn’t too long before he gained his feet, however; eye-level with Miiya, Cat-Tom stared steadily at her.  The greatcat chuffed at her, resting his chin atop her shoulder for a moment.  He chuffed again, saying, Let me prrrotect you–I need to do this.  He closed his eyes for a moment and tried to pull away, but Miiya wasn’t letting him go.

He dropped his head and found the reptile with a narrowed, angry gaze.  He snarled, then growled low in his chest.  While on the surface, he appeared furious at Graekoko, there was a tremulous undercurrent that indicated the greatcat was rallying himself for an attack. The dragon was huge, almost like an elemental force that made every signal within Cat-Tom’s being scream out, ‘DANGER!’  He needed a moment to get his courage back up.  As he did so, his growl changed in pitch now and then as he unconsciously reached out through the bond for support.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
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Myrae

Getting kissed on the nose did annoy the shu out of Myrae, almost as much as exiting their erstwhile fortification to find a pretentious dragon trying to eat her feathered megaphone. “Oh vith me, this budall, now?” Myrae grumbled to herself. Well, at least she wouldn’t have to shout. This One was a bit of a mind-reader, when he was paying attention to you.

Grabbing Rigel by the collar, the drowess demanded a better kiss first, before they marched off to their doom. She would climb the man mountain to get it if he did not oblige her and bend down. Lucky Rigel that the heels of her boots had broken off. They had been really really pointy. 

As it was, when she finished checking his rearmost molars for cavities, and allowing him any liberties he wanted to take in return, Myrae informed him in the barest of whispers, while their faces were still millimeters apart: “This guy is beyond us, but really insecure. Follow my lead and insult him, but--for Loth’s sake--don’t try to fight him!”  

Remembering that blood and guts seemed to be a major turn-on to the Monk, Myrae climbed back down the Rigel tree with a few little twitches and touches meant to endow disproportionately large thrills. For a moment she entertained a madcap fantasy of a bit of exhibitionism before the dragon--but, no, getting devoured during a coupling was not on her bucket list. Especially not by this flightless tetzozo. 

Well, that went well for yew.” Myrae sneered as she sauntered toward the massive beast, slowly uncurling its coils after its ineffective gambit to trap Miiya. She passed Faan and Pioloss, ignoring the former and giving the latter just a narrowed-eye once-over. Myrae wasn’t exactly thrilled at Pioloss breaking ranks. She had had a plan that didn’t involve half their fighters throwing themselves into one-on-one combat with the Skaven leaders. 

Still--rather impressively--Pioloss had managed to dispatch the Deathmaster and horde leader all by his lonesome. Myrae was not sure if TC’s little trick would have worked to scatter the Skaven, otherwise. Then again, if they’d all just stuck to defending the rocks, they might not have attracted the dragon’s attention. Oh well. Water under the bridge.

You know, puff…” The drowess stopped well back from the dragon’s huge bulk, one hip cocked, hand propped upon it. “...yew should tell yer rat bosses that yer not allowed to prey on travelers on the chasm road.”

Graekokorheyurgardramyr

My name is G r a e k o k o r h e y u r g a r d r a m y r, Yin ’ xir Xus ’ sten Yoc hlol… but yew knew this.” The dragon’s voice was a deep reverberating thrum that seemed to fill even the immensity of the enormous rift cavern as well as echoing within the minds of those present. “The Skav en are my minions and I am not bound by t h e l a w s of the D r o w.”

Myrae

“Sure they are, Puff.” Myrae grinned, every line of her cheshire smile signaling irreverent disbelief that the Skaven were not masters of the dragon. “Why don’t yew and yer little rat buddies vith off back to Honah Lee?” The drowess made a scurrying motion with the fingers of her free hand. “I was there. I remember how yew begged the high priestess for the terms. Don’t think that just because the bridge is out, that yew can go back on yer word.” Her lip curled as she spoke. “I know yer not a real dragon, but even a worm like yew ought not to debase yer honor so eagerly.”

Graekokorheyurgardramyr

“I DO NOT BEG!!” Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s roar shook the loose stones upon the ground. The armored plates upon his ridged back stood upright with an audible clanking. The dragon seemed to swell in size as he took a few ground-shaking steps forward, toward the drowess. 

“I AM A…”

Then the great wyrm seemed to settle. He had gained Myrae’s page and recognized he was being goaded into reaction. Graekokorheyurgardramyr was a dragon. Dragons did not follow. He would not be baited by this insect. 

“My worthless minions delivered to you my d e m a n d; surrender The Claw. Surrender the A e r o s and I shall not d e v o u r the rest of you.” Rumbled the dragon.

Myrae

The drowess ignored Graekokorheyurgardramyr’s demand and instead turned to her companions. “Guys, this is Puff. He thinks he’s a dragon, but he’s actually just a fragile snowflake. We all need to be really careful not to hurt his feelings or he’ll throw a tantrum.” She introduced the great wyrm, insultingly. “Introduce yourselves and complement him--but be sure not to mention that he doesn’t have any wings.” Myrae laughed. 


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Faan

“Pioloss!” Faan was not wearing her cloak of distraction, but it seemed she must be invisible to the man. No, he’s surely in shock. She thought to herself as the tall Uman rose from where he had apparently been blasted by the suicidal Skaven magick. “Stop!” Faan was fairly fleet of foot when she needed to be, and she felt the need now. Her companion was covered in blood, smoking from electrical discharge, and must surely be at death’s door. She had seen him cut at least twice by the wicked blades of the horde leader, not to mention that incredible thunderbolt. “Let me help you!” Intercepting the blood-spattered Uman, she removed her gloves and tried to arrest him from further action with a gentle touch, at least until she could determine how badly injured he was.

“You’re…” Faan had to check more than once, especially the man’s leg and shoulder where she was certain the deathmaster’s tail blade had struck. There was a lot of blood, but if it were his, she could not find the source. His skin might have shown signs of the toxins of the poisoned blade, but there was no way to tell beneath the blackish-red smears. And yet, the bone-deep wounds she expected were nowhere to be found. “...not hurt? How is this possible?” She asked in astonishment. Before Pioloss could explain himself, Faan shook her head. “It’s not important.” Clearly the man had some battle technique and magicks that had protected or healed him. The Elfmaid could ask about them later, for now they should regroup with…

And then dragons. Or a dragon. Or some sort of enormous armored creature that looked like a dragon. It ate the Skaven. It threatened to eat Miiya. Not as consequentially, but not unnoticed by Faan was her cloak of distraction popping loose under the monster’s baleful gaze. 

Surely this was a formidable beast; master of the realms of The Underneath. It looked as though it could easily crush a Sunstealer or Picnic with one massive claw.

And Myrae was insulting it.

Faan thought wistfully of Grog and his crew hiding in the rockslide. Too late to join them now. Graekokorheyurgardramyr seemed as though he could clear the entire boulder field with a single sweep of his immense tail. “Do we… really want to make him angry?” She whispered to Pioloss. 

 


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