crazy northern animals
Skill Prompt
07-14-2019, 02:46 PM
Pyrrhic trotted through the Orchard with his ears slicked back and a mildly alarmed look on his face. This place was insane. He'd been attacked by a horde of small cats. Tiny scratches and puncture wounds littered his body, but aside from those and a feeling of unease, he was alright. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of Dodge.
A rustling behind him caused Pyrrhic to groan and briefly close his eyes in exasperation. He knew he had little to fear from the cats. The biggest one still had to weigh less than one of his paws. They were tiny. That didn't stop them from trying, though, and it was their persistence that he found alarming because it begged the question: what was making them so bold? Were they ill? Now that he'd been bitten was rabies in his future? He couldn't think of a worse ending for an Abraxas. To die of illness of all things. While he knew it happened he couldn't help but feel it was a weak way to go.
There was a taptap, taptap of small paws on hard ground and then silence. Pyrrhic turned to face the direction the noise had come. His ears slicked back and he bared his teeth at the spot he thought the cat was hiding...and then yelled as teeth and claws sunk into the back of his right ankle. He kicked out hard and sent the little cat flying away trailing a shrill yowl. Then thud there was another one, this time on his back. Pyrrhic shook himself hard and the little cat tumbled down, its sharp claws slicing through his fur and leaving welts on his skin. He punted that one too and noted with no small amount of satisfaction the solid thud and squeak it made as it hit a nearby tree.
One burst out of the bushes and ran at him head on, and Pyrrhic lowered his head and barked at it. Faced with a mouth full of very big teeth the cat quickly lost its nerve, did a u-ie and disappeared back into the bushes with a puffy tail. Good. At least there was one little cat with some sens- "Motherfuck," he swore as the same little cat took a flying leap at him from the side. It scaled his ribs and then chomped down on one of his love handles like it was a leg of lamb. He snatched it off his side, crushed it and sent it limp little body flying into the weeds.
"Come on you little bastards!" he roared, his lips now stained with blood. Silence was the only response he got. The seconds ticked by as Pyrrhic stood there with straining ears. The silence reigned for a good long stretch and then like little heat seeking fur missiles a cloud of tiny cats leaped at him from all directions.
He bit and he kicked indiscriminately. When one cat was subdued another took its place. Looking around Pyrrhic expected to see mangled little bodies littering the ground, but aside from a few wounded ones actively dragging themselves into the bushes the ground was clear. The hell were they made of? No matter how hard he bit or stomped or kicked they seemed to be able to just walk it off while others gnawed at him and then dart right back in after catching their second wind.
Demons, he decided. Malicious spirits of some kind. He couldn't tell if they were possessed or otherworldly in origin, but that had to be it. They weren't natural and that explained a lot.
Alright, he had had enough. With a parting donkey kick that snatched one of the little bastards out of the air and rocketed it through the trees, Pyrrhic took off running. It was a losing battle against ethereal forces and he had no intention of standing there and slowly getting pecked to death. One little bite here and there was nothing, but dozens of them? If their stamina held out they were eventually going to whittle him down to a nub.
His legs were longer; surely he could outrun them pretty quickly. He would leave this forsaken land.
A rustling behind him caused Pyrrhic to groan and briefly close his eyes in exasperation. He knew he had little to fear from the cats. The biggest one still had to weigh less than one of his paws. They were tiny. That didn't stop them from trying, though, and it was their persistence that he found alarming because it begged the question: what was making them so bold? Were they ill? Now that he'd been bitten was rabies in his future? He couldn't think of a worse ending for an Abraxas. To die of illness of all things. While he knew it happened he couldn't help but feel it was a weak way to go.
There was a taptap, taptap of small paws on hard ground and then silence. Pyrrhic turned to face the direction the noise had come. His ears slicked back and he bared his teeth at the spot he thought the cat was hiding...and then yelled as teeth and claws sunk into the back of his right ankle. He kicked out hard and sent the little cat flying away trailing a shrill yowl. Then thud there was another one, this time on his back. Pyrrhic shook himself hard and the little cat tumbled down, its sharp claws slicing through his fur and leaving welts on his skin. He punted that one too and noted with no small amount of satisfaction the solid thud and squeak it made as it hit a nearby tree.
One burst out of the bushes and ran at him head on, and Pyrrhic lowered his head and barked at it. Faced with a mouth full of very big teeth the cat quickly lost its nerve, did a u-ie and disappeared back into the bushes with a puffy tail. Good. At least there was one little cat with some sens- "Motherfuck," he swore as the same little cat took a flying leap at him from the side. It scaled his ribs and then chomped down on one of his love handles like it was a leg of lamb. He snatched it off his side, crushed it and sent it limp little body flying into the weeds.
"Come on you little bastards!" he roared, his lips now stained with blood. Silence was the only response he got. The seconds ticked by as Pyrrhic stood there with straining ears. The silence reigned for a good long stretch and then like little heat seeking fur missiles a cloud of tiny cats leaped at him from all directions.
He bit and he kicked indiscriminately. When one cat was subdued another took its place. Looking around Pyrrhic expected to see mangled little bodies littering the ground, but aside from a few wounded ones actively dragging themselves into the bushes the ground was clear. The hell were they made of? No matter how hard he bit or stomped or kicked they seemed to be able to just walk it off while others gnawed at him and then dart right back in after catching their second wind.
Demons, he decided. Malicious spirits of some kind. He couldn't tell if they were possessed or otherworldly in origin, but that had to be it. They weren't natural and that explained a lot.
Alright, he had had enough. With a parting donkey kick that snatched one of the little bastards out of the air and rocketed it through the trees, Pyrrhic took off running. It was a losing battle against ethereal forces and he had no intention of standing there and slowly getting pecked to death. One little bite here and there was nothing, but dozens of them? If their stamina held out they were eventually going to whittle him down to a nub.
His legs were longer; surely he could outrun them pretty quickly. He would leave this forsaken land.
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