-monty python voice- i'm not dead yet

*Henbane* · 06-02-2023, 09:01 AM

HENBANE AERIS
The days were getting hot. No, like, really fucking hot. Henbane was learning now, something that would likely follow her for the entirety of her days. She and the heat? They weren’t friends. The sun was something to turn away from, something to regard with the coldest shoulders possible. The girl was built for northern chill and northern chill alone. The very existence of summer? In the whole of her life, she’d never encountered something so goddamn miserable.

The miserable weather makes Henbane miserable in turn. She seems fairly content to take that misery out on literally anyone she can touch, just you wait. Really, the very first one to cross a line with her would be in for a world of hurt. By world of hurt, Hen meant that she would hurt them. Probably. If she didn’t die of heatstroke first. Seriously, how did anyone survive this shit? Worse than that, how did anyone enjoy it? Who the fuck, where the fuck, and why the fuck would anyone pick this?

With her expression as sour as her mood, the pup took respite in the shade around the Crypt. It’s weird, thinking of this place as a home. She was born here. She’d done most of her growing up here so far. It was a home base of sorts, at least it was relatively cool and shady. She could curl up under the trees, or even in the store rooms beneath the Crypt itself in an effort to stay out of the sun. She typically emerged at night to do… whatever it was she wanted to do. Really, whatever she wanted was usually on the menu. Something about that sort of freedom… it’s the best feeling. It’s the best feeling in the goddamn world, and Hen didn’t think she’d trade that for anything. She wouldn’t trade that for anything, ever.

Today was at least somewhat survivable, Hen taking to the shade beneath a tree for an afternoon nap. It was a tough job, being feral as she was, but someone had to do it. It was only after she’d properly fallen asleep that Henbane was rudely awoken… by… something? What the fuck? “What the fuck?” The words come from her chest, and she sits bolt upright. Claws at her shoulders, having dug in hard enough to draw blood. Not claws… talons? Brilliant red eyes sweeping to and fro, what the cinnamon toast fuck was that?

Moments later, she sees it. A vulture. Not just a vulture but like, a big one. “Fucking cunt, I’m not even dead yet!” She shouts. She can’t help but shout at it. At once, Henbane was on her feet. She launches herself at the bird, teeth gnashing, snapping angrily. Snarling and growling, coming alive with it. Hen is extremely animated as she moves to take on the vulture. Every movement grand, pushing towards the creature where it attempts to swoop at her from the sky.

“Never met a fair fight in your life, fucking cunt,” she shouts at the bird. Hackles up, forehead scrunched. Henbane didn’t want to lose an eye over this, no thanks. Still, it seemed content to attempt to grab her by the scruff, something she wasn’t about to allow. As the bird came for her again, the pup rounded with surprising speed and accuracy. Her teeth snapping, she finally makes contact. She finds purchase on the vulture’s leg, biting down as hard as she can muster.

In her mouth, she has the bird’s leg. Teeth clamping down hard. Henbane attempts to take the creature and slam it against the ground, a snarl echoing through her chest. Though she is small, though she is young, there is a fire that comes alive in her. It’s a scary sort of thing. A horrifying degree of violence from someone so small, and yet? So many have come before her. She’s an ode to her lineage. Ruthless now, and she’ll become something horrifying later. Henbane comes alive with it all.

A ruffling of feathers, the vulture is still moving. Twitching on the ground, stunned and dazed for a long moment. Let it be dazed, let it struggle for now. It had pissed her off, and today had been the wrong day to mess with the little behemoth. Still alight with anger, she watches the vulture as it clumsily takes flight. Watches it for a long moment, wondering if it has the good sense to take off. Wondering if it will make the right decision.

It doesn’t.

Henbane wastes little more time. “You stupid bitch.” The words echo from deep within her. As the vulture attempts to assault her once more, the pup has had enough. Her assailant moves more slowly now, and is lower-flying and clumsier as it comes in an attempt to rake its talons across her snout. She wastes little time. It’s in her mouth. It’s struggling. It beats her with its wings, a futile attempt to get Henbane to lose her grip. She doesn’t. With strong jaws, she gets a better grip of the bird this time.

Strong jaws. A few good, hard crunches. The vulture will not attack her or anyone else ever again. The creature lies before her now, a crumpled heap of feathers and blood and bone. “Dumbass, I just wanted to fucking nap.” With a grumble, Henbane wipes her own blood from her eyes. The cuts on her head are still bleeding, though it’s slowed some. Bastard. Whatever, dad would clean her up and she’d be fine anyway.

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