Content: Gore, death, bodily fluids, guns, trappers/slavers, broken bones, its/its pronouns (positive), being hunted, being drugged, loss of autonomy, concussion, punctured lung, trouble breathing, (let me know if I missed any)
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The net clung to his skin like a web of hands holding him down. He was pinned against the hard ground, gravel and twigs scraping against his exposed back.
Human feet marched all around him, holding nets.
Turning his head to the side, he saw the mesh being tossed onto scrambling imps. Some of the imps who attempted to float away had traps thrown on them midair. They were falling all around Demon like birds dropping from the sky. They fell hard and landed with incredible thuds.
The hunters dragged the imps across the ground towards a pile of cages that sat on top of carts. The imps kicked and struggled against the nets but it just caused them to become more tangled. They couldn’t free themselves on their own.
Their screams pierced through Demon’s ears, but he couldn’t move fast enough to help them. The rope around him constricted him even more every time he tried to move. He felt a harsh prick on the side of his arm, made by a human hovering over him. He jerked his arm sideways with a growl, almost throwing the person off of him, and looked to his side to try to see his imps better.
His eyes focused on the one that was crying in broken bursts. A boot was stomping down on it repeatedly and the poor imp couldn’t even shield its face to protect itself. Blood burst from the imp’s nose, and seeing this sent a surge of energy into Demon’s body. The rage he felt was unbearable.
All of his adrenaline streamed to his muscles, and he ripped a part of the net loose from him. His arm became free, and he swung it back. Feeling a soft tissue of a person’s middle collide with his forearm.
He sent the hunter flying across the yard, and when they landed, they didn’t get up.
Demon screamed deep from his lungs. He ripped the net completely loose, and anyone who tried to grab at him, he toppled over like a line of dominoes.
The one who was kicking the helpless imp had long stopped, frozen in place while watching Demon stand up to his full height. He easily towered over any of the humans there.
In half of a second, Demon had broken the distance between the hunter and himself. He grabbed the hunter by the head and smashed their face into the ground. The human’s skull shattered like a vase under his palm. Their brain matter squished through his fingers, hot and wet.
That hunter was never going to hurt his imps again.
A hard, piercing slap smacked against his back, again and again. He turned around and grabbed the hunter wielding the puny, weak gun. He ripped their arm clean out of the socket, then kept pulling. The human’s arm tore away from their shoulder. Blood squirted out, and tendons barely clung together in strings of flesh. Their screams drowned with the rest of the deafening noise.
He threw that person hard against another while blood sprayed across several more. Including himself.
He whipped several of them down into the dirt with his tail at the same time as swinging at another bunch of them with his arm. The smart ones didn’t try to get up after they were slammed to the ground.
In the second of a pause. When no one else was attacking him. He jumped to the injured imp in the net. He ripped the mesh trap into pieces, freeing the imp from its place. The imp appeared concussed, its eyes fluttering in and out of focus.
Demon nudged it, pushing it to get up but it wouldn’t. He called to it, but it barely moved its head. A gurgling sound was coming out of its lungs. It was acting as if Demon wasn’t even there. Demon let out another primal scream, swinging his head back to the humans. They did this.
He charged them, striking some with his shoulder, and stomping down on their legs to break them. Feeling the crunch of bone under crushed flesh. He grabbed another person and twisted their head backwards with the bone snapping quickly out of place. He threw that person into another.
When he turned around and reached for the next victim he saw a very small hunter. They couldn’t have looked older than twenty. They were shaking in their boots with tears streaming down their face. Their weapon dropped at their feet. Their pants soaked.
When Demon reached for them, they jerked backwards with a desperate cry for help.
He hesitated.
He was covered in hot sticky blood, reaching for what he would consider a child, in intent to harm them. All while his imps were still scattered about trapped in the nets. The look in their eyes were the same, this human and his frightened imps.
His hesitation was enough for the humans to throw a second net over him. One with barbed wire and weights that cut into his blood soaked skin.
He screamed in ancient tongue while fighting against it. The barbed wire hooking and dragging his skin into jagged open wounds.
His energy was depleting.
It couldn’t be that he tired himself out… It was something more. Something the humans did to him. His tail whipped around uselessly, not hitting anything except getting snagged on the barbs. Cutting flesh open and spraying blood around while he thrashed uselessly.
The imps were crying for him. So many voices overlapping, calling for help, calling for him to help them.
The imps were crying for him, and he was useless. He was fading. He couldn’t save all of them.
How many got away? Was his outburst enough to save a few of them? He wouldn’t find out. Sounds were narrowing, his vision was tunneling. The last thing he could remember was being dragged across the blood mixed mud while the barbwire hooked deeper and deeper into his skin.
I got a message at work about a coyote I might be interested in. I could only see pictures on my phone but I could see she was a shaded sable like Togo, just not as dark. I ended up buying her and I just got clearer pics form the seller (don’t look if you don’t wanna see trapping pictures).
I literally would have paid this guy to let this coyote go just because she looks SO SAD. The deed had been done by the time he listed her, but I am still glad I got her. She falls under the shaded sable category but she has very dark markings on her legs and spots on her back feet. Even for the morph she’s atypical.
I deffo plan to mount her. I may save her till during or after my schooling courses so I can do her as a lifesize and get some critiques while working with her. I’m getting her whole body so I’ll be collecting data and taking measurements and all that before working on her as well (possibly even a DNA test if I suspect she may have recent dog lineage in her).
