Aresenn stood on the edge of the valley, squinting through the harsh winter light at the enormous beast lumbering towards him. His pulse drummed in his ears as adrenaline surged through his veins. He was no stranger to danger, but the sight of the massive elephant seal was enough to give even him pause.

"Damn," Aresenn muttered under his breath, not bothering to hide his distaste. The elephant seal was an ugly brute, with a body as large as a small grizzly and a face that looked like it'd been bashed in with an ugly stick. It flopped across the icy tundra towards him, releasing deep guttural roars that echoed off the surrounding rock faces.

"Come on then!" Aresenn growled out loud, waiting for the behemoth to reach him. As the distance drew close, he made his more. Launching himself forward to find hold in the blubbery brute.

"Aresenn Praetor"

The absolutely atrocious looking pile of blubber was something Sloan wanted to keep far enough away from. Smelly, beady eyes, and a nose that made her want to barf stared out across the sound. What was with these things anyway? She could see them from her perch up on the dunes, tucked neatly away to rest. 

If you had told her that she was going to fight yet another thing that was slimy and loved the water, she would have scoffed. Yeah, right, like I’d do that. Her words would have rang out with a dismissive laugh. That is until she, once again, spotted Aresenn charging forward toward one of the shit piles asking for a gods damn fight!

My guy, could we fight something a little less disturbing? Sloan thinks as she stretches, reaching out each leg, curling her toes, taking her sweet time as olive eyes watch red fur and teeth strike the seal. Ah, well, no more time to dawdle!

Picking up speed as she makes her way toward the fight, Sloan goes around toward the back of the animal. Staying away from the dangerous end of the seal, she leans down and clamps down on the seal’s tail flipper. Digging in her heels, she pulls and yanks on the seal’s fin to try and render it useless.

Another day, another lovecraftian horror beyond Iscariot's comprehension. Why were there so many of these beasts? Why hadn't they chosen somewhere a little less infested with them? Ugh. Well, that's fine, at least they're good practice. She wouldn't begrudge practice, at least. Something about staying useful and all that. Fuck. Aresenn's call to the walking pile of blub doesn't escape her notice, and Iscariot is quick to join the fray. Throwing herself at the beast with gnashing teeth and outstretched claws, she's all too excited. Head tossing, heart pounding. God why did they have to smell like this? Iscariot grumbled, snarled, as she reached for the fucker's shoulder.

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Another day, another sea creature that needed reminding of who owns the polar sound. Zeke treks along the coastline, alert for any disturbances that would need tending too and that is where Aresenn’s words find him. He is off and running, knowing that, if the fire-cloaked man is issuing a challenge, there has to be an opponent close by. Arriving, the man finds not only Aresenn but Riot and Sloan engaging… something.

It is weird, gross looking, and definitely doesn’t mind taking on some wolves which means that needs to be dealt with swiftly. Racing in, Zeke finds a flipper that is not being attacked and latches onto it for all he is worth, gnashing his jaws and flailing his head side to side as he tries to do damage, showing this stupid, long nosed thing who it is messing with.


"Ezekiel Saxe"

As the others joined the fray, Aresenn renewed his vigor with a low growl. He was acutely aware of Sloan tugging at the beast’s tail, and the scent of Iscariot and Zeke closing in. It was all coming together in that sort of chaotic synchronicity that Aresenn had come to appreciate in this ragtag team of his.

He dug his claws into the elephant seal's thick hide, ignoring the sting of cold that seeped through his fur. Feeling more secure with his grip, he started to lash out with heightened aggression. His teeth sought purchase around the hideous beast's neck. He bit down hard and twisted, hoping to dislodge a chunk of blubbery flesh with his powerful jaws. As he did so, he caught sight of Zeke savaging one of the beast's flippers with equal ferocity.

A sense of savage pleasure rushed through him at the sight, a primal instinct that reveled in the raw power and violence of their pack. He could feel every tremor and shift of the creature beneath him as Sloan, Iscariot and Zeke tore into its rotund body from all sides.

"Aresenn Praetor"

Blood fills his nostrils as Zeke rends the flipper that in his jaw asunder, the delicate structure disappearing as he methodically tears it apart. The more blood that fills the air, the more viciously he attacks, because he enjoys the violence and primal delight that comes from maiming and killing. Eyes turn dark as he releases the flipper and, for a brief moment, he finds Aresenn gaze and they share a small moment of unspoken kinship before the men resume tearing into the doomed beast.

It wails its strange vocals, attempting to back away from the wolves but Ezekiel moves forward, grabbing ahold of the joint where the flipper meets leg with an eerie calmness. Then, with savagery born of pure delight, he rumbles a deep growl and begins to try and amputate the flipper he has been attacking, taking extreme pleasure in every terrified squeal and bellow that the seal makes as he goes.


"Ezekiel Saxe"

As much as she despised getting dirty, Sloan did get a sense of pleasure from harming the animal. Though it doesn’t quite deserve the brutality they show it, she doesn’t quite care either. Keeping her wits sharp about her as the mongrel’s body tosses about, tail attempting to flip her up and into the air, Sloan only clamps down harder. Digging her dull claws into the ice beneath her, she holds steady as the thing begin’s to slowly give up.