The Unraveling - It Creeps

Nares flare picking up the scents of others as they gathered closer, first a ivory and ebony vixen who appeared slightly smaller than his frame, then another of greys blacks and whites mixed in but scarce. The scent of Azriel soon struck him, casting his gaze towards the brute whom was bound to his sister. Glad to see that she wasn't within sight, but knowing all too well that she would be here shortly, if she already wasn't. His own vocals echo out in the direction of Azriel. "We can not act in haste, and we all must stay vigilant." He looks to the others whom already gathered close. Pools soon turn to spot another coming to the scene, a brute with horns upon his skull, a nod was offered towards the unknown of burnt orange and blacks with hints of greys and those large horns, he couldn't continue to ponder on how one was designed with the graces of gods to have horns. Because some of his family also had some.

Then another woman, a woman that he didn't know with a feline pelt just like his own family. Who began to attack it, horror filtered Vaynes facial features a low warrant of a hissing growl filtered threw in the direction of the woman with goldish markings. Then another came into view appearing a greyish white due to lighting. This one spoke about corralling it. Something Vayne was already thinking. There was enough heavy vines that they could all use if they worked together as a team. ""I'm glad to see another thinking about corralling this thing, what ever you want to call it. There's enough heavy vines that we could use amongst other things."

It made the most sense in all honesty. Then another visitor, this one his sister Atreyu. Oh hell fucking no! He growled at her, in her direction, wanting her no where near this beast. But he wasn't in no shape or form to tell her what to do. No, he'd just have more on his plate protecting her. His hackles rose slightly looking towards the beautiful creature before them. A nod given, knowing what Atreyu had meant.

He quickly moved towards that of the white and orange painted woman who peered into the hole. His voice speaking directly at her but in a gentle manner." "Be careful, and back away please. Don't need no one injured with a threat so close." His cyan eyes soon turn back to the worm, then another albino woman who had plants growing out of her. What the hell was going on. Sure, she was pretty, and reminded him of Fairytale, thankful it wasn't the yearling his sister had come to love.

A black and white brute appeared shortly after the one with plants. As he also began to attack. There was no stopping them from attacking, knowing that it would only anger the beast all together. The earthen brute stands there as another with horns come into view just slightly and then a wolf who reminded him of the passing skies and backed away from the female unknown to himself. Appearing that they known one another.

More wolves appeared. And began to attack as he watched a female who stated Morticia help Widow! He looked towards the other female painted like a feline. Widow and Morticia. Interesting as he cast his gaze back to Atreyu. Another showed but didn't truly show itself yet. Then fuck! Oath arrived.

His gaze cast to his brother, feeling the prayer leave that of his brothers vocal cords. He should be up resting with Fairytale, what was he doing?! But he listens to Oath speak out, " We are stronger together, and together we will defeat anything in our way." A few others showed up along with Alaric. Listening to him speak out, left Vayne offer a nod.

This didn't make sense to him though as another small woman arrived, with a lionlike tail. It made no sense, none at all to Vayne but he was not about to sit here and question the gods and goddesses actions. He couldn't.

He watched as the worm began to move about. He looked over towards the woman whom offered a rabbit, a fresh kill to the beast. Wondering if she'd be able to catch some more stuff for the thing to eat upon. Looking quickly to Atreyu then to Oath. He'd slink into the shadows finding that of thick enough vines to try and make a corral type deal.