[Requiem - Eve] March 14th, 2008 - The Woods
It headed north through the wilderness. A sleek black jaguar with pitchlike eyes maintained a steady gait along the forest floor. The journey had been long, and the beast knew dawn would soon come. She looked upwards through the barren treetops and noted the rotation of the celestial sphere. Orion had lost his hunting dog and Seven Sisters observed her travel. The moon showed her face, bright and full upon the creature as well, highlighting the dark gray pattern of fur along her back. It shown in Selene's light as the symbol of the Triple Lunar Goddess.
Eve raised her animal nose to the scent on the wind. Mmmm... Lycanthrope.
She had tasted the blood of the Lycaon's descendants, felt it burn like fire in her throat. Her blood boiled still from the memory, it churned and bubbled like magma through her veins. She had craved the taste, the rush of sensation ever since. It called to her, the flames of the destructive desire still sizzling in her mind. Predator and prey. A challenge.
The creature turned westward, following the breeze upwind. She crept as the smell became pungent. Her sensitive ears twitched at the sound of a guttural moan and a ripping that she recognized as flesh being torn from bone. Another blood-smell caught in her nostrils. Wolf.
A moment flickered in time as the jaguar leaped into the air, wrenching and caving in on itself to sprout wings and beak and feathers. The raven flew high to peer upon its query. A half wolf, half man creature, patterned with scars Eve did not understand, hovered above the carcass of a freshly killed animal. He tore its skin and dug deep within its belly to remove the liver. The Lycanthrope suckled the organ like some rare and expensive cuisine. His body was splattered with the blood of the canine, and a chartreuse liquid ran down his chin. Good. I eat my own as well.
Again, Eve contorted, the raven body folding outwards as it descended to reveal the form of an inhuman woman. Her bestial corpse moved with strength and grace towards the engrossed Lycan. He paused for a moment in his meal and sniffed the air, the blood and ichor obscuring his senses. He whipped his head and saw the female.
"Hungry, pet? I am as well," her cold smile upon him.
"Blood-sucker, you shouldn't be here. This land is ours," he growled at her, disregarding his meal and stalking towards new prey.
"All land belongs to the Goddess."
He snarled at her, and they began to mirror each other in a circular stride. "Luna ain't got nothing to do with this territory, leach. You got one chance to turn around and crawl back to wherever the fuck you came from."
Eve studied her opponent's movements with preternatural sight. "I thought to take your blood kindly, but I'll do it the hard way, since you insist."
A collision of tooth and claw ensued. The bodies of two warriors, both powerful and feral, both different in their tactics, wrapped around one another. The leather clad woman's coat swirled in the dance with her enemy; her elongated fingernails sliced like silver razors against the flesh of the beast. He latched onto her, his bite more vicious than the vampire's. He held her against him and squeezed, chewing deeply upon her shoulder.
The Elder's vitae ran thick down the Lycan's tongue. The strange allure, the rush of the addiction, caused him to momentarily forget the fight he was engaged him. Eve stole the opportunity and clamped hard upon the back of his neck. The Kiss fell upon him, and she became enraptured in the throes of wrath.
They locked together, beast and beast. Their claws immersed and grinding in each others' torsos. Their mouths gorging in an awkward position. Pleasure and pain wracked their bodies as the essence of life cycled through them. Neither knew when the other would stop and the fight would begin anew, or if the fight had stopped at all.
She felt the burn begin on her heels. She had forgotten of the dawn, so drawn to this feast she had become. She prolonged as long as she could, until the rays had singed the back of her knees. The fangs released their meal and she whispered to him, "Thanks, pet."
The man-wolf found himself encased in a fog. He swung at it, roared in confusion. It settled on the ground and disappeared.
Shamed and angered, the Lycan suddenly felt struck by fear. His head cocked back and forth, looking for any who might have seen him. He was alone, and none would watch him flee.
The carcass of the wolf rotted atop Eve's resting place.
Eve raised her animal nose to the scent on the wind. Mmmm... Lycanthrope.
She had tasted the blood of the Lycaon's descendants, felt it burn like fire in her throat. Her blood boiled still from the memory, it churned and bubbled like magma through her veins. She had craved the taste, the rush of sensation ever since. It called to her, the flames of the destructive desire still sizzling in her mind. Predator and prey. A challenge.
The creature turned westward, following the breeze upwind. She crept as the smell became pungent. Her sensitive ears twitched at the sound of a guttural moan and a ripping that she recognized as flesh being torn from bone. Another blood-smell caught in her nostrils. Wolf.
A moment flickered in time as the jaguar leaped into the air, wrenching and caving in on itself to sprout wings and beak and feathers. The raven flew high to peer upon its query. A half wolf, half man creature, patterned with scars Eve did not understand, hovered above the carcass of a freshly killed animal. He tore its skin and dug deep within its belly to remove the liver. The Lycanthrope suckled the organ like some rare and expensive cuisine. His body was splattered with the blood of the canine, and a chartreuse liquid ran down his chin. Good. I eat my own as well.
Again, Eve contorted, the raven body folding outwards as it descended to reveal the form of an inhuman woman. Her bestial corpse moved with strength and grace towards the engrossed Lycan. He paused for a moment in his meal and sniffed the air, the blood and ichor obscuring his senses. He whipped his head and saw the female.
"Hungry, pet? I am as well," her cold smile upon him.
"Blood-sucker, you shouldn't be here. This land is ours," he growled at her, disregarding his meal and stalking towards new prey.
"All land belongs to the Goddess."
He snarled at her, and they began to mirror each other in a circular stride. "Luna ain't got nothing to do with this territory, leach. You got one chance to turn around and crawl back to wherever the fuck you came from."
Eve studied her opponent's movements with preternatural sight. "I thought to take your blood kindly, but I'll do it the hard way, since you insist."
A collision of tooth and claw ensued. The bodies of two warriors, both powerful and feral, both different in their tactics, wrapped around one another. The leather clad woman's coat swirled in the dance with her enemy; her elongated fingernails sliced like silver razors against the flesh of the beast. He latched onto her, his bite more vicious than the vampire's. He held her against him and squeezed, chewing deeply upon her shoulder.
The Elder's vitae ran thick down the Lycan's tongue. The strange allure, the rush of the addiction, caused him to momentarily forget the fight he was engaged him. Eve stole the opportunity and clamped hard upon the back of his neck. The Kiss fell upon him, and she became enraptured in the throes of wrath.
They locked together, beast and beast. Their claws immersed and grinding in each others' torsos. Their mouths gorging in an awkward position. Pleasure and pain wracked their bodies as the essence of life cycled through them. Neither knew when the other would stop and the fight would begin anew, or if the fight had stopped at all.
She felt the burn begin on her heels. She had forgotten of the dawn, so drawn to this feast she had become. She prolonged as long as she could, until the rays had singed the back of her knees. The fangs released their meal and she whispered to him, "Thanks, pet."
The man-wolf found himself encased in a fog. He swung at it, roared in confusion. It settled on the ground and disappeared.
Shamed and angered, the Lycan suddenly felt struck by fear. His head cocked back and forth, looking for any who might have seen him. He was alone, and none would watch him flee.
The carcass of the wolf rotted atop Eve's resting place.