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    The Hunter And The Hunted

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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Mortis on Fri Feb 03, 2017 8:27 pm

    There was an excited squeal from the undead beast beneath him. While the undead’s attempts to root out their strange stalker had been for naught, his horse had thankfully picked up on its trail. He whipped his head away from the line of trees that he had been scanning, following the mare’s movements as she skidded into a turn and launched herself into a mad dash between the trees. Snow flung up in a powdery cloud beneath her hooves, and her rider could do little but hold on until she leveled back into a smooth sprint.

    ”Ha ha ha!  Picked up on itsss trail, have we?” Mortis cackled. It was difficult not to, Samhain’s enthusiasm was incredibly infectious. ”Run that insssipid beasst down, my girl, I sshall ssshoot it a few parting giftsss!”

    Two nice fat holes would suffice, perhaps in its bony back.

    Within seconds, Samhain’s racing gallop had brought them to the wendigo. It’s arm was slung around the branch of a tree, and from its hunched, shivering posture, it had little more than a few brief moments of un-life left within it. Yet, it still managed to find enough air capacity in its likely rotten lungs to try and scream another wall of sound at them.

    Though Samhain once again had taken the brunt of the attack, this scream was far weaker than its first cry. It jostled the trees, and successfully dislodged a few sleeping birds from their perches, but it barely slowed the undead animal as she charged right through it. Mortis only reached a hand up to keep his hat from blowing off. One hand kept a firm grip on Samhain’s reins while he brought his shotgun up to aim it between the horse’s ear and a half. The wendigo’s broken body, and his exposed chest was right in his sights.

    His finger wrapped around both triggers and squeezed. Above the sound of his steed’s drumming hooves, the sharp crack of gunfire echoed among the trees, and two heavy lead slugs stabbed through the air to shatter the creature’s frosty heart.




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    DP: 65/47
    HP: 650/650
    AP: 120/84 -6AP

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    Weapon: Ashleen Personal Security (firearm): 1c/2d 3 AP per shot
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    Cooldown: None
    Target: Wendigo

    Action: Shooting the Wendigo in the heart.
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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by System on Fri Feb 03, 2017 8:27 pm

    The member 'Mortis' has done the following action : Dice Rolls


    #1 'Coin Flip' :


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    #2 'Attack/Heal (56-60)' : 8, 37, 53, 15
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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Feb 03, 2017 9:53 pm

    This way, this way!

    The pitch black stain of The Thing’s blood caught her sightless gaze, and Samhain squealed with glee. She caught its trail, she knew it could not have gone far! The massive undead beast nearly fell with how suddenly turned. Even with the aid of her spiked shoes, Samhain found herself skidding across the icy ground with a rough grinding sound. If one looked at the source of the noise, they would find her shoes had not lost traction, as they had ripped long, deep ruts into the ground. She simply was running fast enough to nullify their advantage.

    Her nostrils flared wide with ragged, mad puffs. If she still had eyes, they would have been bugging out of the sides of her head with excitement as she scrambled to get her footing and tear off after the trail of black blood. She chomped at the bit and neighed, tugging the reins as if to try and get her Master to look where she was pointed.

    Yes, Master, I found it! I found the thing!

    She lunged into a mad dash the moment she righted herself from her turn; the mare’s rictus grin hung open in ecstatic panting. Excited energy coursed over and through her like lightning, and indeed, some if it seemed to jump from her to her Master. Run it down, he jovially encouraged. She could not help but agree as she gave a loud, ghostly whinny.

    The sound was piercing and shrill, carrying through the otherwise silent snowfall. It was a delighted sound, a chilling sound that sent ice down the back of anyone that was not safely sitting in her saddle. It was a sound that she knew The Thing likely dreaded to hear at this point. The Thing was not far, as the trail grew dense and dark with its bleeding, she picked her head up to see its form- icy white skin stained and smeared with inky black.

    The undead mare nearly ripped a trench into the ground with how forcefully she had lunged forward, her single ear pinning back against the side of her head. Gunfire ripped between her ears and through the icy air, and she lowered her head to ram The Thing and crush it beneath her hooves.
    But even as it crumpled beneath her, she could tell that it felt different. It did not shatter upon her like a body usually would, usually they tensed in preparation. They grew stiff and rigid with fear, and broke like brittle twigs under her strength.

    This one simply flopped against her like a limp rag.

    Regardless, a kill was a kill, and she was pleased that she got to kill something with her Master this dark, snowy morning. The horse skidded and bounced to a halt, part of the way having to hop between the trees as she had found she was running far faster than she initially thought. She snorted and whipped her head around to look at The Thing.

    Was it dead? It certainly looked dead.




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    Action: Barreling into the wendigo
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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Universal NPC on Fri Feb 03, 2017 9:55 pm

    Blood gurgled in its throat and choked its voice, but the wendigo still managed to produce something akin to a shout. It came out warbled and wet, like it was trying to scream underwater. It held about the same effect as one would expect from a creature who tried to yell down a charging horse with a throat full of thick, slimy fluid.

    The horse had plowed through its yell like it was merely a stuff breeze, and kept coming. Its hooves tore at the ground and shook the frozen earth, barreling down the pale corpse-like entity’s throat like a raging locomotive. Its remaining eye flicked up from the sickening scene, just in time to see Mortis leveling the muzzle of his shotgun between the horse’s ears.

    Lead and white smoke erupted from the twin barrels with an ear-splitting crack, and the wendigo folded in on itself as it felt a sharp pain erupt in its chest. Though the first slug had missed its mark, the second one had drilled a hole straight through the icy lump in its chest.

    It did not have time to comprehend anything beyond the sickening, sinking feeling in its gut. Immediately after Mortis had shot it in the heart, the wendigo had been knocked down by the horse. It was unconscious before it even hit the ground, and laid limply in the snow.

    Already torn apart by the earlier fight, there was very little left of the wendigo to see. But, experience certainly must have taught that just because it was still that it did not mean that the creature was completely dead.




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    Re: The Hunter And The Hunted

    Post by Mortis on Fri Feb 03, 2017 11:33 pm

    There was a dull protest from the wendigo’s body as Samhain had ran into it, knocking it aside and onto the snowy ground. Though it a close tie as to whether it was his shots or Samhain’s strength that had slain the icy beast, the undead superfiend had seen the hole his slug had made in its chest.

    He grasped the reins as Samhain skidded and bounced to a halt, nearly slaloming between the trees as she tried to break her nigh unstoppable momentum. Despite how Mortis squeezed at the mare’s sides and grabbed at the shoulder strap of her chest piece with a vice-grip, he could not help but chuckle with glee.

    ”Ha ha! We got him!” Mortis laughed.

    Not that the wendigo actually posed much of a threat aside from threatening to be an annoyance. But, there was satisfying about forcing a little upstart to choke on a mouthful of dirt. He released the horse’s shoulder strap as she settled to a stop and snorted, and gave her a fond pat on the side of her neck.

    ”That’sss my girl. That’sss a good Sssammy!” He praised, giving her meaty neck a rub for good measure. ”That wasss teamwork.

    He was going to have to give her some treats when they returned home.

    The mare snorted and pawed a hoof, completely pleased with herself. But as for her mental question, Mortis looked up from showering his steed with praise. Laying in a broken heap on the ground was the wendigo, surrounded by a steadily expanding pool of blood. If not for the sea of trees that surrounded them both, the undead superfiend would have sworn that this scene was the same as when it had broke into the barn a week or so ago. He tilted his head with a hum, and holstered his shotgun back into its respective leather bucket.

    I am not ssso certain, Sssamhain. We thought we had killed it lassst time, and we jussst finissshed fighting it a sssecond time. He mentally replied, his empty eye sockets remained fixed upon the battered carcass.

    Swinging a leg over Samhain’s back, Mortis stepped out of the stirrup and softly dismounted. The ghoul did not need to beckon the mare over to him as he went to inspect the body, she was already a very curious animal. She fell in line behind him, stepping aside only to duck her head down and sniff at the wendigo’s body inquisitively. Her nose paused at the wendigo’s face, nostrils flaring and snorting as they hovered over its remaining glazed over eye.

    Are you going to take The Thing’s other eye, like you said?

    She hoped he would, if only to satiate her interest to possibly see The Thing stumbling around and bumping into everything if it decided to come back. She raised her head up to look at her master, who had knelt down with a loud pop of his withered knee joints. A talon pushed away a glob of black viscera to get a better look at its heart. The organ had been shattered into a handful of glassy shards that reflected the dark forest around them upon its many faces.

    For a moment he considered changing his mind and taking it as his second trophy, but thought better of it. The creature was already hunting them down over its eye, if it managed to come back again, who knew what it would do for its heart.

    Not today, Ssssamhain. Mortis replied after some thought. I think I would rather sssee to it that thisss creature failsss to return.

    removing his talons from the wendigo’s chest, he brought both arms to scoop it up out of the snow. He knew better than to just leave it under a tree, if its hints as to how it exactly came back were anything to go by. It could recover, and it could do so in a week, maybe less. He bounced the limp body in his arms to get a better grip on it, holding the creature  in a way that almost seemed like Mortis was carrying a bride.

    Only this creature would never be his bride, or anyone else for that matter. Even without this vengeful nonsense, he would never go back to the absolute stupidity that was romance. He had his animals, he had the wide open spaces to roam, and the adventures that it coaxed him with. There was no reason to ruin it with capricious attraction and sweet words that inevitably turned empty and meaningless.

    And likely everyone else felt the same way about him too.

    Samhain puffed, and Mortis was withdrawn from his thoughts. The sheep-skull headed undead was greeted with the mare’s rictus grin, resting upon his shoulder. With a small tilt of her head, she nuzzled the side of Mortis’ skull.

    You are getting distracted, Master.

    It was a gentle scolding, relayed more for the sake of reminding the undead to stay out of his less savory habits. He turned his skull and gave the mare a small peck on the side of her cheek.

    ”My thanksss.” Mortis hissed gratefully. ”Let usss return to the bussinesss at hand. I remember there being a lake nearby that would ssserve asss the perfect tomb.”

    The wendigo’s body was adjusted in his arms again as he turned and ducked out from under the mare’s face. Carrying the carcass around to Samhain’s side, he heaved it over her bony hips, the corpse laid limp across her back like a sickly rug. Then, Mortis grasped the edge of the saddle’s back leather, and climbed back up onto his seat.

    With a psychic urging, he commanded the undead horse forward, and deeper into the forest. However, there was still one lingering thought upon Samhain’s ever active mind...

    Will we go back to tracking the other things after this?

    Mortis paused for a moment, humming thoughtfully as he moved with the mare’s trotting pace. Other things, what could she be talking about? The realization hit him, he had been so occupied with the wendigo he nearly forgot the cloven hoof prints they had been following for the past hour. A low hiss whistled between his teeth as he consdiered it, before shaking his head.

    ”Methinksss they have moved on. With all the noisse that wasss made fighting the wendigo, they ssurely mussst have heard usss and run off.” The undead replied, and watched as the horse visibly deflated under her saddle. ”My apologiesss, Sssammy. Perhapsss another time we can try again.”

    She was not the only one who had been looking forward to the fruits of that particular hunt. Alas, given the time taken to kill the wendigo that was now swaying across the mare’s decayed rump, and the time it would take to dump this thing in a frozen lake and return home... They would likely be back around the time the sun decided to rise, which was too close to Woolie’s breakfast.

    So, the duo ambled off, in search of the aforementioned lake, and soon, home.




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    DP: 65/47
    HP: 650/650
    AP: 120/84 -0AP

    Power: None
    Weapon: None
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    Cooldown: None
    Target: Wendigo

    Action: Victory!

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