Keeping the coast clear
05-01-2023, 07:49 PM
A s if a moth drawn to a flame, it seemed Morbid could not be kept from any chance to entertain violence. Not long after his call had gone out, the sound of loping paws approaching him turned Requiem's head, and he greeted the dark brute with keen silver eyes. Morbid didn't even ask who or what their target was—he simply wanted to know how they were going to go about it. Morbid was a simple man—he got a chance to do violence and he took it. This was why Requiem liked Morbid. He was predictable in a sense, and wild in another. Requiem smirked and nodded. "With a mother grizzly? Absolutely." Without another word, the crimson and ebon striped brute motioned for his partner to follow him, and deeper into the pine forest he pressed. The scent of the bears was close, but not right upon them. They were likely deeper into the thicket of trees, foraging for food.
R equiem was silent as a shadow as he crept through the trees, winding back and forth and following his nose until he saw a large shape move up ahead past some brush. He froze, paw hovering in the air mid-step, gaze locked on the shape. Then the distinct ursine grunt of a grizzly was heard. They'd found her. Fur bristling with anticipation as adrenaline began to seep into his bloodstream, Req glanced over to Morbid and wordlessly motioned for him to move around the left side. The assassin meanwhile began to move counterclockwise to the right, allowing the wolves to circle around their foe. As he moved into position, Requiem could see that this was the cub, only barely shorter than he was. Mama bear was nowhere to be seen.
N ot wanting to miss his chance at an easy kill, Requiem gave a sharp whistle to signal to Morbid that the game was on. The cub looked up in confusion when it heard the sound just in time to see a bolt of red lightning come charging at it. It bellowed in panic and tried to run, but Requiem was already on top of it, pouncing on the baby bear with fangs going right for its neck to savage it, tearing into fat and flesh and fur as he snarled, attempting to disorient and topple the hefty predator so Morbid could go for its squishy underbelly before its mother showed up.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
R equiem was silent as a shadow as he crept through the trees, winding back and forth and following his nose until he saw a large shape move up ahead past some brush. He froze, paw hovering in the air mid-step, gaze locked on the shape. Then the distinct ursine grunt of a grizzly was heard. They'd found her. Fur bristling with anticipation as adrenaline began to seep into his bloodstream, Req glanced over to Morbid and wordlessly motioned for him to move around the left side. The assassin meanwhile began to move counterclockwise to the right, allowing the wolves to circle around their foe. As he moved into position, Requiem could see that this was the cub, only barely shorter than he was. Mama bear was nowhere to be seen.
N ot wanting to miss his chance at an easy kill, Requiem gave a sharp whistle to signal to Morbid that the game was on. The cub looked up in confusion when it heard the sound just in time to see a bolt of red lightning come charging at it. It bellowed in panic and tried to run, but Requiem was already on top of it, pouncing on the baby bear with fangs going right for its neck to savage it, tearing into fat and flesh and fur as he snarled, attempting to disorient and topple the hefty predator so Morbid could go for its squishy underbelly before its mother showed up.
"Requiem" | "Latin"
Warning: Requiem is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
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