take this lung full

Whatever might be left of the once playful Markus Castro has long since been abandoned for something far darker and sinister. Not the most aggressive of infected, but still not one you want to let your guard down around. [Warning for blood, gore, and a lot more. He's liable to attack whenever he feels like it.] [Interactions are face to face if you'd like to RP with him.]

[hunterxing-blog]

“Remove tongue, what is you? Alive meat bag, he he he. You’re just like them but ugly. Don’t cry because stupid thing can’t keep grip on food. Snip,  snip, and only good thing about you is gone. Gone with food too, all ours." Noah prowled back and forth on the room toes clicking repeatedly on the tin roofs, a continued scrape, scrape, click, click~

“ALL COUGH, NO BITE." Noah got down into a crouch suddenly, throat rumbling with a vicious growl, "Lets see who is better. Will have you under hand quick, weak thing."

[nosmokerzone]

The general opinion he held for hunters was pretty low as it is. Petty thieves with too loud voices and problems staying still without leaping all over the place like maggots were crawling in their asses constantly.

No, Markus couldn't say he had any fondness for hunters. Or anyone really, but especially not hunters.

Fuck hunters.

The smoker eyes the other infected for a moment before his tongue shoots up with a wet slurping sound. Deadly fast compared to the normally slow shuffling smoker, it's quite a difference. The attempt to wrap around one of the hunter's legs was evident when it got closer, and if so, jerk him down hard by pulling it out from under him and tugging it down.

[hunterxing-blog]

“Want to put money where mouth is, or is tongue taking up too much room?" Noah was up in arms again, crouching and getting ready to pounce if needed as his hind wriggled and muscles coiled to spring. 

“Will be mercy killing. No real fight. Too blind with face leaves to see. Want to see real winner?" To say Noah was picking on Markus just because he was a Smoker would be a lie. Noah didn’t discriminate, he hated everyone equally. Tanks were big and dumb, chargers were big and dumb, other hunters were big and dumb, and of course smokers. Big and dumb.

He was just kind enough to point it out.

[nosmokerzone]

"Stupid!" Markus bristles and wheezes again, tongue slithering across the ground like an agitated snake ready to retaliate and bite its persistent annoyance. 

No real fight? The hunter was clearly touched in the head if he thought Markus wouldn't go down without a fight, or he was severely overestimating his abilities and needed to be shown the error of his ways. You know, either way works. The point was that Markus could feel the irritation and surging forth anger that called for blood to be shed that crashed like a frothing wave against him.

"Hunters, just fleas jumping. Jump, jump, stealing because can't catch their own." There's a derisive laugh muffled by cough and a half grin tossed his way, "Can't do it own their own. Relying on others to catch them for them."

[nosmokerzone]

Go curl up in the corner of a building and hiss-wheeze threateningly at the dumbstupidannoying hunter.

[nosmokerzone]

ILL SHOW U A GR8 TIME AHUH AHUH AHUH

Hunters are stupid.

[nosmokerzone]

YOU WANNA PARTY WITH A REAL INFECTED

Get out.

[bruisebird]

why did I draw this

why

[hunterxing-blog]

((Noah/Merkuz I am home and also I’m suddenly my hoodie is ripped open. Also for a moment there I thought those were piercings near his bellybutton and that his hip lines were a thong.))

[nosmokerzone]

[Markus says cover that shit up aint no one wanna see that]

[dontfeedthehunter-deactivated20]

He hits his target with a satisfying thud and they both go down, nauseating smoke puffing up around them and the other hacking up a lung in response to the rough treatment. Without having to think about it Jacob assumes position- straddling the other’s legs, pinning him to the ground with his weight and strength so there’s simply no escape. Another shriek leaves the predator’s throat as an arm rears back, fingers spread and hooked, and then comes down right across the mess of odd fungus peppering the creature’s face and shoulder in a vicious clawing motion.  Aiming to slice up a bit of flesh, providing the male didn’t just squirm dodge or something like that.

Of course his pounce is met with violent feedback and a few punches and scratches land amongst the hunter’s form, doing little, though it irritates him enough that he actually twists to snap at the nearest hand before it can land another blow. Motherfucker who said you could try to beat me up when I’m beating you up.

[nosmokerzone]

A pained yell rips out from his opened mouth that trails into another rattling cough that seizes his body up, causing him to shake and squirm under the hunter's weight. Blood swells rapidly up from the slices and soon overflows itself into little rivulets down across his face and neck to pool on the ground below him. Panic surges through his befuddled mind with insistent screeches that sound far too like a hunter's cry to him; crying out for him to flee this predicament he's found himself in, no matter the consequences of how he gets out.

There's a few second window of chance he's given when the hunter pauses to snap at his hand, and Markus is quick to take advantage of that lapse of attention. Coughing harder and violently twisting this way and that way, trying to dislodge a hand or cause him to move off of Markus's legs, whatever he could do. He just needed to make some room for escape from the other infected.

"OfffFFFAK-(COUGH COUGH WHEEEZE) off!" His raspy voice cuts through the sounds of his movements suddenly, tone demanding, "GET OFF."

[hunterxing-blog]

Noah got up on his clawed hands and toes, back briefly arching to make him appear larger than how he really was. Teeth bared through curled lips, Noah gave a short, threatening screech. Or at least what he deemed threatening.

“I will take tongue and eat it! WRAP REST AROUND STUPID THINGS NECK." Another screech, roaring the typically warning noise any hunter usually belched out… before he dropped back down against the roof, "You have this done for me. No use. Superior to coughing sickness anyways, can do what you do, far better." Noah waved his pointed fingers to the side as if batting away whatever response Markus could throw out.

[nosmokerzone]

Threatening or not, it was still a pain to the ears to hear him shrieking about like some stupid wild animal. Instincts screamed at Markus to retaliate in some way, but he's not necessarily looking to fight another hunter. Settling for a curl of his upper lips to flash off his teeth and a lot, wheezing hiss denoting his reluctance to flee, but not wishing to fight either.  

He would defend himself if need be, but he wasn't going to start it. Even if he did think the hunter would look good choking on his tongue right now.

"Dumb shit," The smoker narrows his eyes at the dismissive wave, and another hiss builds up in his chest. "You die easier, only thing you do better."

[nosmokerzone]

[will respond in a bit, got to do some chores]

[dontfeedthehunter-deactivated20]

Jacob’s only warning as to something being off was that glint in the other’s eye as they stared each other down. And yet he throws caution into the wind and simply tugged harder, putting his back into it, using every single ounce of his weight and unnatural infection-fueled power to heave on that slippery muscle he had a grasp on.

—Only to have the smoker simply bite through his own tongue, effectively severing the connection between them and sending the hunter hurtling to the rock hard alley floor below. With the combination of weight and the momentum of his own power he hit the ground and hit it HARD, growl cut off instantly as the wind was knocked from him again. Even though he had a high tolerance for pain that one definitely hurt, the creature rolling onto his side and brought to a fit of pathetic wheezing once more. God, he even sounded like the smoker he was trying to mess with.

Fury bubbled forth and quickly engulfed all other needs as he quickly recovered from the blow. Hunger and pain forgotten, the creature rolled to his feet and crouched, building up power for a jump that easily launched him onto the roof of the building.

 Jacob touched down where the smoker had been standing moments before, nose to the air. Of course he ran- it was a smart thing to do. But ignoring him in the first place would’ve been smarter.

The heavy scent of smoke stung his nostrils but made it easy to track. With a rush of power fueled by his primal rage he took off into the building on all fours, following the stench, powering through the hallways and rooms with impressive speed. He could easily double whatever the other’s pace was and thus caught up in little to no time and, not even bothering to stop and check if it really was him, the athletic infected released an ear shattering screech and launched towards his target with claws at the ready.

[nosmokerzone]

Sneaking around and running weren't the ambush infected's strongest points. The thick haze of smoke and the constant rattling wheeze peppered with phlegmy sounding coughs typically gave away his location if he couldn't ambush his target fast enough, or get away and move to a new location to try again. He knew he was in trouble as soon as he heard the hunter heading his way, and it caused his mind to enter into a panicked frenzy for survival. 

The instinctive fight or flight was kicked up a notch into high gear, but with no place to run, he could do nothing but fight as much as he could against the hunter. Markus was at a distinct disadvantage though, as his severed tongue, though would heal fast, wouldn't be fast enough to aid him by the time the hunter locked onto his location. The only thing he could rely on were his fists and teeth.

In other words; he was royally fucked over.

If only he had his tongue back, if only he hadn't bitten so much of it off, if only the hunter had fucked off and found something else to eat instead of playing the part of a disgusting, ugly vulture. If, if, if, and not enough wishes to make any of them happen.

The screech jerks him around, startled, with wide eyes watching the figure of the hunter barrel right into his chest, sending them both flying backwards into the wall behind him. The collision causes the smoke to increase, flaked with the fungi particles from his face and arm shaking hard. All the wind expels from him in one quick, hard punch to the chest and he struggles to get it back with a deep gasp -- which only leads to a body shaking coughing fit instead. Markus respond with wild punches and claws of his duller nails against the hunter, raining down as much as he could, but he knows he's in trouble.

[nosmokerzone]

Fuck hunters.

[dontfeedthehunter-deactivated20]

The infected creature could not care less about the agitated smoker above him, mind mostly blank as he worked on instinct alone. Claws ripping and tearing into the soft stomach of his stolen prey, their struggles weakening, and yet still drawing breath as he leaned down to draw a hunk of flesh with a vicious bite to the human’s throat. So into his meal was the hunter that he didn’t even notice when something long, wet, and slimy caught hold of his right arm, restricting movement. Hey, he still had another arm, right?

Oh wait no that one was suddenly bound up in a rope of tongue too.

Screeching in outrage and still snapping at the (now perished) human meal as if to get a few more mouthfuls, it took Jacob being fully lifted from the ground to understand that something had him and he should probably start worrying about it. His head quickly snapped around to look up at the infected that had him in his grasp, lips peeling back to flash sharp bloodied teeth as another vicious snarl erupted from his chest and throat in realization.

The sensation of movement didn’t register as he simply began to thrash and make all sorts of disgruntled shrieks and hisses, barely thinking properly in his mindless bloodlust and not even registering the dull pain of being hoisted up by his arms alone.

Swing, growl, swing, shriek.

Swing—-

SLAM!

Colliding with the building sent pain all along his side, momentarily knocking the wind from the hunter’s infected lungs as he actually shut up for a moment or two and wheezed. The fight kicked back soon enough though as all it took was his skin practically peeling against brick as he was rubbed against the wall a little too roughly, a weaker growl bubbling forth in protest as he scrambled to get a foothold on the surface. Claws caught into grooves and he took his chance to swing around and dig in his heels, milky eyes seeking the smoker’s own with a fiery look that spoke of revenge.

He kept that silent promise by using his free hands to grab at the tongue, holding tight so he wouldn’t be able to withdraw, then yanking back with all his strength in an attempt to pull the smoker over the building and into the alley with him so he could fuck his shit up nice and proper for the bruise blooming along his ribs. Or at least rip his tongue off. THEN he’d fuck his shit up.

[nosmokerzone]

The sound of the outraged hunter was sweet music to the ears of the smoker above, and he finds himself coughing out a muffled laugh at the situation. Markus's amusement just grows even further when he hears the satisfying sound of the other meeting the wall face to face, and he knows that has to hurt. Even for a hunter, skin being grated off would be a buzz kill.

What he's not expecting is to feel the hands of the other infected grabbing onto his tongue, and the feeling of weight being applied.

His dull eyes stare down curiously at the hunter, and start to squint before he realises what's going on. The smoker manages to brace himself just before he feels the tugging starting up, and he grunts in pain as he's pulled hard against the ledge. It wouldn't be that easy to pull him over, but he knows if he doesn't do something that, eventually, it would turn out into a one way trip to the bottom for him.

Markus sends the hunter a hate filled glare that speaks of pain in his near future, and a nice, sinister grin around that thick tongue of his that shows off the sharp teeth he has, too. Maybe not as used as the hunter in fighting, but he had them just the same, and he was about to show the other what he could do with them.

He throws in a last cheeky move -- a wave of his hand -- before he bites down hard onto his own tongue and slices through the muscle, sending the hunter for a fall. As soon as he severs through it, he turns and runs as fast as he can over the roof top and back down through the open door and into the stair way leading down. Knowing full well that wouldn't stop the hunter for long, and intent to lose him in the maze of the abandoned building.

[hunterxing-blog]

There was a thump on a roof above the smoker, too loud to be a simple creek of the house settling, and large enough to be something Markus really wouldn’t want to put up with.

A cackle picked up, grating and raspy from the throat of one who used it far too much. Much like a hyena giggling out of nervousness, however Noah was far from skittish, more amused if anything.

“HACKHACKHACK- ssssoooomeething in throat, stupid thing?" Noah crooned, one arm drapped over the edge of the roof while the lazy hunters chin rested on the knuckles of his other hand.

[nosmokerzone]

Markus really didn't want to put up with it, no, but it didn't seem he was given any choice in the matter.

The grating cackle sent a spike of annoyance through him, but he masks it mostly be giving the hunter a half lidded stare. Eyes void of anything but annoyance and caution. The hunter had the high ground in this situation, and Markus wasn't fool enough to believe he could turn those odds so easily.

"Ghhhh, could show you what it's like choking on this tongue." The muscle in question raises up and curls around itself for a moment before flick itself off to the side, sending bits of saliva to hit against the ground. "What do you hhhhh want?"

[identicalhunter-deactivated2014]

nosmokerzone started following you

[identicalhunter-deactivated2014]

He chuckles lightly, “Normally… I run away from Smokers… The last encounter with one ended up with some… Scarring memories…" He clicks his claws against the floor in distaste at the memories. “I can’t say why they pounce you though," his nose was far too sensitive, and the other’s smoke would have nearly suffocated him should he have pounced the other.

The entire fact the other had stopped to talk with him amazed Jay considerably, and should this meeting continue on good terms, it would be nice to have a friend in this shitstorm of an apocalypse.

[nosmokerzone]

"Dunno." There's a half shrug of his left shoulder causing the fungi like growths to brush against each other and flake off little bits of particles. "Probably because most of the time they want my food."

Markus had never stopped to think about what his smoke did to the noses of hunters before. They never seemed to be too deterred from messing with him because of it. Maybe it was different with each hunter?

"Wish I ran into more like you." Ones that didn't pounce him, even if it was just because of his smoke.

[identicalhunter-deactivated2014]

nosmokerzone started following you

[identicalhunter-deactivated2014]

Jay had no trust of his own species either, considering they slashed his other eye up past healing and nearly killed him on a daily basis. Smokers on the other hand just dangled him from rather high ledges and one— No, let’s not venture into that territory ever again.

He’s a little weary of the other being so close, however, he allows it because the other has yet to do anything to him of a threatening nature. He smiles a little at the other in a friendly sort of way, though the smile seems unsure, there’s no hostility in it.

"I’ve never actually… Had a civilised conversation with a smoker before… So er…" He grins, sheepish, and judging from the other’s attitude, he’d never had a conversation with a Hunter either. 

[nosmokerzone]

"Never met a hunter that didn't jump me, hhhh." The wheeze grows into a thicker sound for a moment before he's able to catch his breath and clear his throat, "Curious as to why."

Hunters were annoying, loud, and most mad him wonder if they hadn't taken a few falls down the side of a building or something. The meeting, as odd as it was, wasn't too bad so far. Granted he couldn't base an entire meeting off a few words that barely made up a conversation, but it was a pleasant surprise.

[nosmokerzone]

Markus bends over with his hands pressed against his upper thighs to keep himself up as he coughs and hacks. The deep rattling wheezing and cloud of smoke hanging over hand taking a violent sounding turn, but are rather normal for one infected such as he. Nothing but a nuisance by now, causing him to stop and take this coughing fit before he can continue on his path -- something he was anxious to do as the sounds would surely drag those curious closer to his location.

Already he's ran into a few special infected, and he's not looking to find any others any time soon. Something tells him he's going to though, soon. The stench of yet another hunter is in the area, and he's on guard.

Hunters were such a pain in the ass. Sometimes that was a literal statement, too.

[identicalhunter-deactivated2014]

nosmokerzone started following you

[identicalhunter-deactivated2014]

The Hunter breathes in again, his nose becoming familiar with the smell, and soon he’s sat up, but still crouched- not due to feeling threatened, but because he physically cannot stand. He waves again.

"Er—… Hello…" He says, a little unsure of himself. He has no idea how to act around a smoker…

[nosmokerzone]

They're at a standstill then, as Markus has no idea how to act around this hunter, either.

Seeing as most tend to pester him, attack him, or steal his food, a deep mistrusting of all hunters has long since been planted in this smoker. One actually doing something other than shrieking and growling is also new to him, and his curiosity is just growing further. Which may or may not be a bad thing, as it sends him to shuffle along his way closer to the hunter.

"Hey?" He stops a couple feet away and crouches down himself to bring them closer to eye level. Commencing stare off, go.