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Digital Deity , False Savior , Hacker Deity
Eldritch Deity , Creation Deity , Chaos Deity
Vampire Deity , Sleep Deity , Fox Deity
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Another Dead Messenger
Note: originally posted Dec 30th, 2016 6:32:36pm on my main blog.
Sprinting through the woods, the man had to remind himself not to look back. He could hear the loud CRACK of splintering wood behind him, followed by another and the sound of trees falling. He'd heard the rumors of the giant werewolf that hunted in these woods, and like so many others, he hadn't believed them.
The creature that was after him was truly mountainous, he thought as he shot between two large trees. Seconds later, he heard both of the five-foot trunks splinter behind him. The sound of the large trunks crashing down through the trees pulled his gaze from where he was going, against his better judgment.
Just as his eyes settled on the dark brown fur of what was behind him, an arm caught him by the throat, laying him out flat. He skidded across the ground for several feet before he finally came to a halt. The slender, white-furred woman that had knocked him down was standing a short distance away, leaning against a tree.
He quickly rolled over to push himself up, only to see a single, gigantic paw in front of his face.
"You put up a good chase," rumbled its owner's deep voice. One huge hand easily lifted him from the ground, giving him a perfect view of the beast's mammoth, snarling face. Glowing red eyes bored into him, the hulking werewolf's maw twisted into a smirk.
"Chasing you has made me... hungry," he growled happily, letting his last word rumble on for several seconds. Fear petrified the man as the blood drained from his face.
The last thing he saw was the werewolf's maw opening wide before snapping down on his neck.
Another Dead Messenger
Sprinting through the woods, the man had to remind himself not to look back. He could hear the loud CRACK of splintering wood behind him, followed by another and the sound of trees falling. He'd heard the rumors of the giant werewolf that hunted in these woods, and like so many others, he hadn't believed them.
The creature that was after him was truly mountainous, he thought as he shot between two large trees. Seconds later, he heard both of the five-foot trunks splinter behind him. The sound of the large trunks crashing down through the trees pulled his gaze from where he was going, against his better judgment.
Just as his eyes settled on the dark brown fur of what was behind him, an arm caught him by the throat, laying him out flat. He skidded across the ground for several feet before he finally came to a halt. The slender, white-furred woman that had knocked him down was standing a short distance away, leaning against a tree.
He quickly rolled over to push himself up, only to see a single, gigantic paw in front of his face.
"You put up a good chase," rumbled its owner's deep voice. One huge hand easily lifted him from the ground, giving him a perfect view of the beast's mammoth, snarling face. Glowing red eyes bored into him, the hulking werewolf's maw twisted into a smirk.
"Chasing you has made me... hungry," he growled happily, letting his last word rumble on for several seconds. Fear petrified the man as the blood drained from his face.
The last thing he saw was the werewolf's maw opening wide before snapping down on his neck.
"Where. Is. He?" growled Dimitre. He'd already asked this question several times in the few minutes he'd been there, and he had yet to receive an answer. Standing at six feet tall with a slender build, he didn't look like much- but the werewolves in the cave with him refused to be within arm's reach. "I will not ask again."
When they still didn't answer him, he turned to the cave wall and slammed his fist into it. The wall shook and cracked from the impact, creating a small shower of dust and debris.
Getting to you much today? came the familiar mental voice of his intelligent coat. He'd had it for centuries, and for a while, it was also his only companion. Well, it and the irritating voice of Feith.
Always, he thought back with a mental grumble.
It wasn't often that the vampire lost his composure, but the werewolf he was looking for had made it his life's work to piss him off as often as possible.
"Who, Feith?" asked a sweet voice from behind him. The woman it belonged to walked around in front of him. She was covered in pristine white fur- except for the bright red hair on her head- and her large fennec ears were pointed up. He couldn't stand the shapeshifter- largely because she was with the werewolf, but also because he found her incredibly annoying. "What, you can't even tell when he's behind you?"
"Outbursts of violence, Dimitre?" Feith's deep bass rang out. "How... unbecoming."
A long, slow sigh was released from the smaller man's mouth as he brought himself back under control. He dusted of his sleeves and snapped his coat once to shake the dust from the rest of it.
Maybe you should try meditating, it suggested helpfully.
Shut up, the vampire told it as he turned around.
Unsurprisingly, the gargantuan werewolf was utterly naked. It was rare to see him in any other state, and Dimitre had quickly gotten used to it. While he could ignore the werewolf's nudity, the blood was another matter altogether- and the reason he was there.
To add to his scowl, Feith was doing nothing to hide his amusement about the situation.
"Get your useless pack out of my sight," he ordered Feith, "before I start to kill them."
Feith laughed until he felt the other's intrusive command. Narrowing his eyes to slits, he finally waved one huge hand, dismissing his pack. Within moments, the only other person in the chamber with them was the shapeshifting Lor. She rarely listened to anyone, and especially not Dimitre.
"You hunted down another of my Messengers." It was a simple statement, yet he could barely keep the venom from his voice.
"Your messenger?" Feith asked innocently.
"Don't play stupid with me!" Dimitre snapped, balling one of his hands into a fist before his chest.
Feith laughed again. "Why, vampire, I was simply hunting on my favorite grounds- how was I to know that he was your messenger?" He was really playing the innocence card this time, though Dimitre knew better than that. He had felt the death of his follower and Feith's glee at the kill.
Dimitre could feel his anger building up again. Even knowing that Feith was trying to anger him didn't help much; the damned werewolf knew his buttons too well. He forced himself to calm down.
"You know as well as I do," he growled, "that those grounds are a common place for my Messengers to pass through. Is it that difficult for you to leave them be?"
"Then maybe you should send them a different way," the other suggested. "It's not my fault if they're passing through while I'm there."
The vampire's foot shot up so quickly that neither Feith nor Lor knew it was coming until Feith was on his back. "Yet for the past two weeks, you've conveniently been there only when my Messengers are passing through!"
"Maybe next time you'll actually break something!" he taunted as he stood back up.
"Stop hunting my Messengers," the vampire warned, "or I'll wipe out your pack."
Feith, as obstinate as ever, chuckled at the threat. "You know I'll just make a new one."
"I also know how long it takes," he reminded the beast. "I may not be able to destroy you, but I can slow you down, just as you do me."
The hulking werewolf glowered at him. He was right- they would never be able to kill each other without killing themselves as well, and neither was willing to do that. He didn't really care if his pack lived or died, but he disliked having to remake it from nothing.
"Touch one of my Messengers again, and your pack will be dead before you return," he promised as his body faded to a quickly-dissipating mist.
A few moments later, Lor lovingly wrapped her arms around one of Feith's tree-like arms. "So when do we go hunting again?" she purred.
The werewolf lifted her up and brought her against his massive, bloody chest. "Not for a while yet," he replied. "Give him some time to calm back down first- then we go looking for his messengers again."
Lor giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist.