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[shadow_claw]

Skoll stopped and stared at Death for about two seconds before continuing his endeavor. He lunged, forcing his snout through the opening he created. The shriek that followed, however, was a human one. Snorting, the massive wolf tossed Magnus out of the train with a flick of his head. Your pet got in my way. He grumbled. The beast would have perused further, if not for Jevan.

 

The earth trembled, splitting and cracking into pieces as Jevan's rage increased. He was usually a pretty calm guy, you know? But these two had tested his patience. With a speed unnatural for a man his size, he leaped out of the gaping hole in the train car to face siblings. I don't believe you understood my words. He lunged forward, slicing at Skoll with his blade.

 

To the wolf's surprise, a gash was torn into his side. Skoll staggered away, blood trickling along his flank. This man hurt him! No one had done that for years! Perhaps this small man's words hadn't been far from the truth. Angrily did Skoll wheel on death, snapping at the Horseman. Jevan responded with a slash to Skoll's face. The beast yipped and flinched away. Be gone with the both of you! These are merely warnings; I could end you with merely a touch!

Edited September 1, 2015 by shadow_claw

[AroaraAngelwolf]

Celina whimpers and dug her palms in the glass strewn side. Glass and porcelain ground into her palms as she pushed herself away from the massive wolf head. Her arm was cut, dazed and tears from the major headache she had rolled down her cheeks. The man who gave her the stone necklace frightened her more then the wolves. She dealt with wolf dogs, but this ..... whatever was a entirely different thing.

 

 

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Heavy huffing escaped his jaws as he methodically placed one paw in front of the other. He had to keep moving forward, if he'd stop the hunger would surely overcome him. King has tested and broke the boundaries of how long a wolf can go without eating anything substantial other then scraps, bones and some nuts he'd scrounged from a squirrel nest. Said squirrel got away, but he had rabbit carcass he currently carried behind his unique set of canines- something he had when he was fully human- four total on his upper jaw, the front set longer than the other, to the point where he barely lifted his lips to show the tips of those pearly whites.

 

He slowed his trot when a smell of wolf bombarded his nostrils. A few more steps, feathers passed beneath his nose and a paw print bigger then his. This startled him, given that he was bigger then lycoan. He turned and picked up speed slightly, following the tracks when he could, scent when he couldn't. The rabbit carcass was nothing but skin and bone. The head was nearly decapitated from being held by the neck a long time, the legs missing and any meat and tissue was stripped. It was fur and bone, much like the wolf who hauled it around. He was thin enough to count his ribs, see his shoulder blades move, but not so thin that he lost any considerable muscle mass. King made sure he didn't look like a walking corpse, just thinner then normal.

 

He had recently ate to days ago and plans on eating today. Perhaps these bigger wolves would leave a few scraps behind and, if luck would have it, he'd find some sweet roots here in the woods.

Edited September 1, 2015 by AroaraAngelwolf

[pudding]

Hati rolled her eyes slightly and began to stick her head back in the window when the train she was standing on began to shake. Quickly lifting her head up again, she snarled when Death leapt out of the can, armed with a scythe and an anger that might rival their own. Before she could help her brother, the wolf had earned a slash across his side. Snarling, Hati stepped back a pace before stepping over Loki, careful not to trample their grandfather as he lay on the ground. Something was probably wrong with him since he wasn’t moving at all. Perhaps they had placed a spell upon him. Snarling, she slowly circled around the other side of Death, trying to sneak up behind him despite being far too large for her to do so. ”Do not get in our way, old one,” The wolf snarled. ”We have pursued the Sun and the Moon for ages and we will catch them. You are merely delaying the inevitable by not allowing us to pass. Stand aside! The end is coming and we shall not be stopped.”

[shadow_claw]

Jevan leveled his gaze at Hati, visibly frustrated that his display of power hadn't scared the two wolves off. He spun his weapon in his hands, doing so in the hopes to intimidate his two foes. "If this world is going to end it's ending my way! He snapped back. After all, he had siblings for that very purpose. They were somewhere in suburbia at the moment, creating chaos with anti-vaccination ideas and fad child diets. Not that Death cared. His siblings didn't like him anyways.

 

This had to be quite a sight to any onlooker. Two massive wolves, both circling a seemingly crazed man standing on a fallen train car. Jevan spun in a slow circle his feet crossing over one another every few steps. They weren't going to get the better of them. Not with the Morrigan on his side.

 

It was funny what a thrown plate could do in the hands of The Morrigan. She was The Chooser, after all. She chose who would lose this fight without even knowing it. Or...maybe not. Skoll lunged at Death taking the small man in his jaws. As the scrawny entity struggled, the beast snapped his jaws shut. to his surprise teeth met teeth instead of crunching into flesh. Surprised, Skoll whipped around to see the bleeding man carve a gash into one of his legs. The damned man could teleport!

 

In a frenzy, Death flickered from one place to the next, slashing at both wolves as he did so. Large splotches of black blood were left behind at each place he teleported to.

 

GO!

 

[ValidEmotions]

[[Let me know if I've done something wrong here.]]

 

He groaned. Flickers of images and foreign words flashed behind his eyelids or filled his ears, memories that didn't fit, didn't make sense. They were not his own. A battle, several but all the same; like a never-ending war. Hatred seethed within. Animals with human bodies or humans with animal heads.

 

Re, or Ra.

 

The name repeated ceaselessly in his ears, an angry hiss that was barely audible. Pain rattled his head and Liam groaned again, sitting up as he rubbed his temples. Nausea stirred and he sucked in a breath, trying to shove it down.

 

Turning his head to examine his surroundings did more harm than good as his vision swam and the nausea overwhelmed him. Coughing as he doubled over, black... something, spilled forth from his lips like liquid fog or hazy slime. Either way, it was gross and sickening. His headache still throbbed behind his eyes but at least his nausea had abated just a fraction.

 

Enough to let him examine his surroundings without getting sick again.

 

He was on a train, that much was certain. And the train was moving, carrying him to some unknown destination. For a moment, he watched the scenery pass by in a blur outside the window across from him. Abruptly, he stood up as the situation finally registered. Of course, doing so made his vision swim again and he stumbled, catching himself on one of the passenger seats.

 

Grunting, Liam tried not to retch again.

 

Where am I? Looking outside of the window yielded nothing, no certainty of where he might be. All he knew was that he was on a train. Where am I going? Hell. He didn't even know if he got on the train himself. Something made him doubt he had.

 

His headache was growing worse as was his nausea, gradually but surely. At some point, Liam started to think that his vision was fading. Damn... Wish I had some Aspirin or something... My head's killing me! As he started to debate on trying to find someone else on the train - surely, there was at least a conductor - something slammed into the train car a few segments near him. The train seemed to scream in protest, its wheels grinding against the tracks in a manner they shouldn't, as the linked cars were derailed.

 

Liam fell off his feet with a shout of surprise, thrown into a set of seats and collapsing against the side of the car. Glass shattered or cracked from the impact and metal groaned, trembling briefly with aftershock. He swore profusely, grumbling beneath his breath as he regained his senses. Had he blacked out? Maybe but, not for more than a moment.

 

He hoped.

 

Stiffly, he climbed back onto his feet, crunching broken glass beneath his shoes. He hissed in pain as his palm was sliced on a sliver that protruded, grimacing at the long cut that stung. Quickly, he examined his body. Nothing seemed to be broken but his left leg surely hurt after banging against the seat and bending wrong a bit. Limping, he stumbled his way to the forward door of the car. Struggling through the aches and complaints of his battered body, he muttered about the blood trickling from his temple.

 

Groaning with effort, he shoved open the door and staggered out of the car. Now that he was out in open air, he could hear the strange noises. It sounded like tearing metal and breaking glass. Maybe other passengers were trying to force their way out.

 

What even caused the accident in the first place?

 

Snarling and rumbling voices didn't ease his thoughts.

 

Trying not to pass out, Liam stumbled and limped around the cars, heading towards the sound. What the Hell's going on? Finally, with a spinning vision, he caught sight of what was happening. For a moment, he froze, watching the impossible as two polar bear-sized wolves tore apart one of the train cars, snarling at its contents and each other. A person - no, some kind of creature - sliced at the light furred beast, causing it to flinch as the being rumbled a threat.

 

I'm dreaming... That has to be it... Liam reasoned, furiously rubbing at his eyes. It only caused more dark spots to appear in his vision and he staggered another step, falling to his hands and knees.

 

His head hurt too bad and his vision was failing. Maybe he was falling asleep in this dream and he'd be waking up shortly. Nausea made him want to retch again but nothing except a rough coughing fit came out.

Edited September 2, 2015 by Narvix

[pudding]

Hati yelped as metal bit into her fur, lifting her leg up quickly to nurse the injury. Similar injuries quickly covered her body as she tried to dance away from the teleporting man as he slashed at both herself and her brother. Finally, unable to deal with him any longer, the injured wolf jumped into the air, her lower half quickly turning in what appeared to be a fog of black. Snarling, she took to the air, figuring that Death would have a much harder time reaching her there. Growling, the injured wolf stared down at the train as Death flicked from area to area. He wanted to play that way? Fine!

Ignoring her gashes, Hati dove down towards the train, throwing herself in through the hole around the window she had created. She still couldn’t quite make it but her eyes managed to focus on one of the unconscious children lying there. Snapping, she clawed at the boy as he lay among the shards of broken glass, trying to reach him with her claws. He was just out of her reach but with a little more wiggling she could make it. She’d make at least one kill, dammit. She didn't even care who it was!

Edited September 2, 2015 by pudding

[AroaraAngelwolf]

After a while, snarls and shouts reached his swiveling ears. A few more yards and the.... the smell of blood reached his nose. He would've froze, but his brain and legs weren't on speaking terms other then "move forward" so his paws carried him closer to the wreckage.

 

He came out of the trees and trotted up (although keeping a clear distance between himself and the train) to the scene that was currently playing out. He wouldn't be eating these wolves' meal, not if they intend to devour the human in front of them.. or.. whatever that was jumping around so quickly. He finally stopped, and his legs, now shaking from the consistent movement, folded beneath him and he collapsed on his side, watching the fight from a vertical view.

[shadow_claw]

Unfortunately for Hati, Jevan was persistent. In a flash, he was standing in front of Samuel, weapon pointed at the wolf's chest. He could sever this beast's leg. He could do it. He would....He....Truth was, he was carrying enough injuries to kill a mortal man. He walked on a broken leg as if it was nothing. Not to mention all the squishy bits inside his now shattered ribcage. Skoll could bite pretty hard.

So when given to option to attack without moving, Jevan went for that. The ground shook once more, much fiercer than the previous time. Trees toppled in various directions, sending showers of dirt with it. The cracks already in the ground began to rapidly grow and expand.

 

Sister, we cannot stay here! We must leave! There was no way they could die here! Not with their prey intact such as this! Skoll scooped up Magnus, taking the bleeding bird by the shirt and tossing him onto his back. As expected the Harpy was tenacious enough to hang on. As for grandfather...Skoll grabbed him by the back of the pants carefully before joining his sister in flight.

[ApocalypseHazelEyes]

Eae stood from the cold floor of the bathroom, eyes narrowed. He could feel it in his bones-- Death was active. One of the Horsemen was using their powers. He heard Ajax's voice ring softly, uncertainly, from the back of his mind.

 

'Eae?' Ajax asked. He was unsure of so many things-- his veins felt like the blood wasn't so much being pumped through them as it was rolling in great waves, infused with holy energy like a wild storm barely contained.

 

<That is my name.> Eae responded, standing and heading for the door.

 

'Why does my--our, I guess-- our body feel like it's being dragged towards something? And why do I feel the urge to spread ruination on the world? Like real Amageddon-style?'

 

<Because one of the horsemen is behaving oddly and our body thinks it is time to start the apocalypse. It happens occasionally. We aregoing to go pay Death a visit.>

 

Before Ajax had time to comment on that, they were gone with the sound of wings fluttering. They reappeared probably a a quarter of a mile away from the clustered activity at the train. Eae began walking.

[ValidEmotions]

Struggling to his feet, Liam staggered for a moment before standing fully. Though he swayed faintly, he took a hesitant step and rubbed at his face. Even if this was a dream, maybe he shouldn't walk towards the battle of beasts. Shaking his head (and causing the world to tilt again), he turned and began to walk away. Wake up, Liam...

 

As he stumbled away from the train, he squinted. Was he seeing things or was there another person? At least this person looked normal, unlike the creature guy that attacked the bear-wolf. "Hey-" he coughed, licking dry lips. His voice was raspy, indicative of an irritated throat. "Hey! I don't think you want to head over there!" Liam called. He sounded calm and maybe he felt calmer than he really should. Right now, he didn't care though. His head hurt like Hell and this was just a dream.

 

Then why was he bothering to warn the approaching individual? Ah it. It didn't matter. Maybe the guy had some Aspirin he could take. That was if the guy didn't think Liam was drunk.

[pudding]

Growling loudly as Death appeared in front of her, the wolf refused to back down right away. Driven onward by the small of her prey being so close, much closer than it ever had been before, she glared at Death, her teeth bared. She was already bleeding at this point and found it more focus. Being so close to the Moon was driving her insane already. She just wanted to finish her off now. Chasing after her for ages was fun and all but she just wanted to end it already.

The voice of her brother, however, finally managed to bring her to her senses. Blinking a few times, she shook her head slightly then quickly retreated out of the train, trying to find her feet between the shaking. No! She’d always find the Moon one way or another and she wasn’t so keen on losing her life in the process. Being so close to her was getting to her head but she needed to make sure she didn’t lose herself. Not like this.

Glancing around, Hati snarled then leapt off the train. Her brother had grabbed Loki and her pet but that wasn’t enough for her. She wanted to leave with something as well, preferably something important to Death. Since he seemed to be so adamantly defending the people in and around the train, one of them would have to do. Looking to the side, she quickly spotted one that wasn’t successfully hidden inside the train. The odd one out was always the easiest target. Quickly jumping off of the train, Hati hit the ground and quickly darted to the man. ”Don’t struggle or you’ll regret it,” Hati barked quickly before lowering her head to grab ahold of the back of his shirt. It would be easier to pick him up that way and carry him off. As for what she would actually do with him... ah, well, she'd figure that out later.

[shadow_claw]

Oh, death.

 

As soon as both beasts retreated, Jevan began to tremble. This mortal form had its issues. For example, morality. Although immortal, it took a while to generate another body if one died. Death and his siblings didn't use vessels like angels and demons; everything they 'wore' was of their own creation. Death's broken leg gave out, and he collapsed inside the train with the others.

 

Oh Death.

 

Bleeding. Yes, he was bleeding. The black liquid pooled around him, soaking into his suit and wetting his skin. The concept of morality was something he dealt with every day, but it was far scarier when experiencing it firsthand. Pain was an awful feeling, but the soothing emptiness was even worse.

 

Won't you spare me over another year?

 

The quaking ground fell still as Death focused on recuperation. The healing process would be long and slow, and he couldn't do anything about it. What scared him, however, was how awry his plan had gone. He had used his abilities. Doing this allowed all others to locate him. As he was often sought after on both parties, this was bad news. And the Godlings. Oh the poor Godlings. This would put them in so much danger.

 

"Goldings...Your...weapons.." He struggled to sit up, and ultimately failed. "I tried to make this a safe transition. I...failed. You must arm yourselves immediately." Slowly, painfully did he pull a small notebook from the inside of his coat. It was slick and black with his own blood. He turned the pages with shaking hands, stopping at the inventory of weapons listed. Death took in a rasping breath, blood dribbling down the left corner of his mouth.

 

"Your belongings are in...the cargo bay...You will know which ones belong to you." After speaking, the Horseman curled up on the ground. He needed to focus. Losing this body would be a massive setback.

 

My name is Death and the end is near...

[ValidEmotions]

”Don’t struggle or you’ll regret it.”

 

He froze at the bark. In moments, Liam felt something bunch the back of his shirt, lifting it and ripping his feet off the ground. The man gaged as the abrupt motion choked him, the collar of his shirt pulled firmly against his throat. Clawing at it, he curled his fingers around the fabric and gasped, coughing. His head swam and, for a few heartbeats, he thought he would lose consciousness.

 

His heart was racing in his chest, his head throbbing with pain, and now his neck ached from being yanked about. Liam's feet touched nothing and he was panicking, flailing to get free but not choke in the process. "!" A string of curses flew from his lips as he cringed from the sight of being too high up off the ground. What sort of dream is this! "Put me down! What the Hell are you!" he shouted, frantically twisting to see the wolf carrying him and its companions.

 

The man was growing terrified, shutting his eyes and mentally shouting for himself to wake up. Yet, each time he reopened his eyes, he was still in the same strange situation.

Edited September 4, 2015 by Narvix

[AroaraAngelwolf]

Celina was frozen for a moment after the wolves left and the man- she thought it was a man but nobody had black blood- collapsed while saying something about weapons and cargo bay. This snapped her attention. These things weren't natural. They'll need to defend themselves. Although she detested violence, she'd rather not go against these wolves alone and unarmed. Somehow she thought holding eye contact, and yelling wouldn't scare these ones away.

 

She stumbled to her feet, checking for broken bones before looking for the others, helping them up and also checked them for broken bones, using cloth napkins tied together for makeshift bandages and a bottle of vodka as antiseptic to clean the wounds they had. She spoke to everyone in a quiet voice. "I'm Celina, do you have any injuries? The man said there's weapons in the cargo bay, if we help each other out we can get back to the cargo hold and get the weapons we need in case those dogs come back..."

 

 

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Crunching on the rest of the bones to curb his hunger, he struggled to his feet and trotted closer shifting human. King peeked through the ragged hole torn in the side. His "trophies" clicked together, yellow bone on yellowed bone. His necklace was of fangs, wolf fangs, both from the upper jaw and yanked from the carcasses of the wolves he defeated. In all, fourteen pairs strung on the leather necklace.

 

Peering inside, he tilted his head at the scene inside. His voice was deep for his age and horse from lack of use. His blue eyes wild along with his messy blue black hair. "What in Hades happened here? Need help getting out?"

Edited September 5, 2015 by AroaraAngelwolf

[ApocalypseHazelEyes]

Merula gave a raspy whine, yanking herself to her feet using a table. "Damnit." She whimpered, a hand clutching the amulet. "Cargo bay. Cargo bay. Right." She turned. "Cargo bays are in the back, usually, right?" She asked nobody in particular, starting to walk along the floor. Merula looked down at the sack of potatoes disguised as a human named Mina. "Hey." She crouched, poking Mina's cheek. "Get up."

 

 

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Eae looked at the man asking questions and opened his mouth to respond. "Well--" Oh. The man was snatched up by a gigantic wolf accompanied by another wolf with a harpy on his back and another man in their mouth. He sighed softly as they faded into the distance, pinching the bridge of his nose, speaking with the tone of voice a frustrated parent might use. "Pagans." He murmured.

Edited September 5, 2015 by radicalDichotomy

[pudding]

Hati huffed slightly as the one she had picked up decided struggling was a good idea. Her upper lip twitched slightly as she resisted the urge to silence him, instead opting to move her head slightly from side to side to give him a little shake. Maybe a little bit of encouragement would get him to stop making so much noise. Especially since she couldn’t very well explain what she was doing considering her mouth was very much occupied by his shirt. Grunting slightly, she carried on forward, eventually slowing down when it became apparent that Death would not chase them so far and that he was not chasing them any longer. Glancing at Skoll, she hesitated for a few moments as she tried and failed to speak. Eventually, frustrated by the failed attempts to talk with her mouth full, she settled for growling loudly and gesturing towards him with a paw. They would have to land eventually but she just wanted to know how much longer she was going to have to hold the human in her mouth. The wet fabric was really starting to irritate her and it was getting harder and harder not to heave from the downright nasty taste of it.

 

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“Ah…ow…” Hissing slightly in pain, Samuel pulled himself up onto his elbows, his body shaking slightly. His arms were covered his small scratches from the glass and his head was pounding from his collapse. But at least he was alive. He’d take the pain any day over being dead. Besides, it had hurt a lot more that time he had fallen out of a tree and broke his wrist. These cuts, while needed to be treated, were not as serious and did not hurt nearly as much.

Looking around, he slowly started to climb to his feet, only to stop when he realized this meant putting his hands on the glass fragments on the floor. Oh, no. That was a really bad idea. Putting his hands directly on broken glass was not something he wanted to experience. Coughing, he looked around, trying to figure out something safer he could lean on to safely climb to his feet. “Does anyone have a first aid kit?” He asked, trying to avoid looking at his arms. Staring at injuries tended not to help anything except making him more faint.

 

[AroaraAngelwolf]

Celina picked her way over to Samuel with the bottle and a few more napkins, trying not to trip in her Victorian cosplay dress. "no, but we have to make do with these. I'm Celina. Now, let me take a look at those arms. Here, lest me help you up. " she held her hand out to him and set a chair up so he can sit on it. It would be wobbly and on some glass but it would support him. "No worries. I've had first aid classes. I know what to do. Now hold still, this will sting..." she poured a little vodka on the wounds after picking out glass shards she can grab and wrapped them up in the napkins. "once we get in the cargo area, I'll look for medical supplies. Who knows, they may be shipping supplies like they do for my town."

 

 

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King watched the scene silently. No one heard him apparently, so he'd watch from his perch on the top side of the tipped train car. His trophies clacked, bone fang on fang. There was blood, and the metallic scent in the air made his mouth water but he wasn't hungry, having eaten the rest of the rabbit bones and in his human shape, it was easier to handle the urge.

[shadow_claw]

The sensation of moving shook Mina from her dazed state. Someone...was poking her? Yeah, that had to be it. The woman groaned and shifted her weight, trying to get a hold on her conscious body. She had to be concussed. She hadn't felt this awful in quite some time. Ow...Oh ... Slowly did she sit up, glancing around at the ruin around her. Oh , that guy! What was his name, Jane? No...The fog in her mind made it hard to focus. I'm alive I swear...I dunno about that guy though... The tall woman forced herself upwards, nearly vomiting at the following nausea. What happened? The train... Well, it wasn't really a train any more, was it? No, she couldn't say that. It was too wrecked. Another voice, one from outside the train, gathered her attention. Mina looked up at the broken window, or, more importantly, the man outside. "Uh...yeah. We need some people hauled out. The suit guy, more importantly."

 

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Skoll slowed after a while, settling back into the forest they had just fled. Bending his neck, he carefully set Ashley down on the ground. The wolf flopped onto his side, forcing Magnus from his back as he did so. He was exhausted. That fight took a lot more than he had expected. "The reaper...why was he there?" More importantly, why couldn't he smell the Horseman in the first place?

 

Magnus, now somewhat recovered from his injuries, skirted around Skoll to inspect Ashley. He had never met humans before, aside from The Lady's hunters. But this man...was not well. Nor was the other one. "Herr Human is unharmed, ja?" Two humans...this was so odd indeed! Magnus settled down between both Ashley and Laim and sighed. This was as safe as he was going to get. With a rattle of various jewelry, the Harpy set to preening and tending to his wounds. None of them were awful, just...not good.

[pudding]

Samuel glanced up at the outstretched hand but took it anyway, knowing very well he couldn’t get up on his own. Moving slowly and clearly pained, he climbed to his shaking feet and remained standing for just a moment before falling back into the chair that had been set up for him. Breathing slowly and trying to control himself, he held his arms out for the girl to clean, grateful at least one person knew what to do in this situation. But him? He was lost. He’d loss consciousness twice in the past few hours and the first time he had woken up on a train and certainly not in his house. The second time he had collapsed after the train had been attacked by wolves and he had been done in by a nasty blow to the head from a dish or possibly a bottle. Looking at the girl, he blinked at her words, having lost focus for a few moments and thus not hearing most of it. But then the vodka was being poured on the numerous cuts on his arms and he hissed loudly, pulling his arms quickly back as new pain flooded his senses. Cradling his arms, he held them close and began to blow cold air on them, trying to get the horrible sensation to go away. “Ow, !” He breathed, glancing up at the girl with a scowl. “Sting was an understatement,” He muttered, clearly not willing to let her near his arms again after that, not even to bandage them.

 

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Hati touched down shortly after her brother, taking a few extra steps as she touched down to slow herself down to a stop. Spitting out the shirt of the human she had snatched, she coughed then wiped her tongue across her teeth, trying to get the taste out of her mouth. Ugh, that was foul. Humans certainly had a way of making everything taste nasty. It was unnatural what they did with their clothing. “No idea,” Hati huffed as she laid down, giving little more than a sidewards glance at the human she had stolen. ”One would imagine he’d be just as willing to usher in the End of All Things and yet for some reason, he fought against us. If we are going to bring about Ragnarok, we’ll need more help. Perhaps the World Serpent would be willing to strike at him. His venom is deadly enough to incapacitate even the mightiest of creatures.” Sighing, she cast a glance towards the small creature Skoll had grabbed. While Loki certainly looked different, there was no mistaking that scent. This was their grandfather, laying unconscious on the ground nearby. Ah, well. When he woke, they could discuss plans for Ragnarok. Surely Loki would be just as interested in it as them. "Bird," Hati barked, focusing on Magnus now. "Ensure these two do not run away while we rest. I imagine I do not have to remind you what will happen if you fail in this task."

[ValidEmotions]

"Shi-!" Liam swore profusely as the wolf creature shook him, causing the world to spin drastically. His head was hurting more and more with each second and he was certain he'd lose consciousness soon. I think I'm gonna be sick again... he mentally groaned, feeling the bile at the back of his throat. Much to his fortune, maybe, the strange creatures finally landed within a forest and he was dropped to the ground with a thud. Rolling to his feet, he staggered and stumbled to keep his balance while shuffling away from the wolves.

 

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to get far. His legs stopped working properly as nausea tilted the world around him. The man collapsed to the forest floor as some guy with a thick accent began to speak about humans. Blearily, Liam examined what he could of the creatures near him, rolling onto his hands and knees. As quickly as he could, he crawled to the closest tree and sat against it for support. "Why the am I here! What the Hell are you?" he pressed, lifting his voice to sound less terrified than he actually felt. "****ing Hell! What's going on? Why'd you bring me here?"

[shadow_claw]

Skoll grumbled as shouting was registered in his ears, and opted to swat a paw dismissively at the noise. He wasn't in the mood to deal with whoever was shouting. It was the bird's job.

 

The bird, in question, replied by grumbling in some horrible mix of Greek and German, and maybe also Latin. Being as old as he was, it was hard to keep all the languages straight at all times. He was tired too! He was exhausted, in fact! But no, he had to babysit the other hostages! Magnus plucked a particularly long feather from one of his wings and wagged it accusingly at the wolves. "Do nacht take vild animals in as pets if you cannot handle zhem responsibly." He chided in an irritated voice. He did, however, limp over to assess Liam.

 

Magnus lifted both wings and spread them out, shielding Liam from the elements for a short period of time. Although it didn't look like it when they were folded up his wings were quite large. Massive, in fact. As were his tail feathers. The makeshift shelter allowed for the Harpy to say what he wanted. "Zhese...beasts have taken you, zhe other human, and I as prisoners. Zhey are after the Lady and her brother and intend to use us for this reason." Magnus folded his wings and glanced back at the wolves. "Herr human is alive! and vith your...limited knowledge of zhem, I vould consider zhat a victory."

[ValidEmotions]

Oh ....

 

The bird thing was limping towards him and Liam cursed under his breath, pressing his back further against the tree trunk supporting him. "No... No... Keep back!" he hissed, holding a hand out as if he could make a shield with it. The creature's wings spread and the man froze, gawking at the size of them. To say he was intimidated would be a bit of an understatement. He didn't know what the bird... man... beast, thing was about to do.

 

However, covering him and whispering to him was not what he expected.

 

"What?" He managed to keep his own voice hushed despite his confusion and terror. "Wh-What lady? How do they expect to use me? I'm just a human and you're all... creatures, from wacky dreams!" His head throbbed, causing a jolt of intense pain to travel through his skull and neck. Wincing, he doubled over and held his head between his hands. "!" Why does my head hurt so bad? Did I hit it against something? He was growing less and less certain about it being a headache; they didn't continue to intensify in pain. Maybe those beasts did something to me....

 

Nausea washed over him again and he twisted to the side, more of the black substance spewing from his lips. They have to be responsible... This isn't normal... Liam felt faint again, a groan slipping free. "I'm not dying, am I?" The question wasn't directed at anyone.

[AroaraAngelwolf]

"It's going to hurt worse if it isn't wrapped, and the open wounds would attract animals, maybe things worse then those wolves. Wrapping them wouldn't hurt. Trust me." she said softly holding out her hand again. She looks at mina and watched her get up. "I'll be right with you in a second.

 

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King huffed. "Death? The horseman? Don't worry about him. He is immortal. He can't die. Stand up on that ... thing there." He pointed to the bar, after knocking out a few shards of glass in the window so he can help them up without them getting cut going through the window.

[pudding]

Hati glanced at the human she had abducted only briefly as he teetered away before turning her gaze away. She had told the bird what she wanted and he’d fulfill it. From what she knew of the creature, he was too cowardly to do otherwise. But who wouldn’t be? She was Hati, would-be devourer of the moon. Resting beside her was her brother, blessed with a similar title but with regards to the sun. She could break his puny neck with one good bite. If he knew what was good for him, he would follow her rules, even if it was begrudgingly. ”Living does not mean healthy,” Hati snapped back with a growl. When the human suddenly vomited up something ominous looking, Hati quickly climbed to her feet, grumbling to herself as she did so. Clearly not pleased that she had to move in the first place, the massive wolf quickly crossed to the human, gesturing Magnus away with a dismissive wave of her paw. Was he sick? Had she kidnapped damaged goods? While there wasn’t a motherly bone in her body, Hati did manage to sniff the human over before sniffing the black ooze on the ground directly. Recoiling slightly at the scent, she coughed then whipped her head around to stare accusingly at Magnus. Why not blame him, after all? He was a perfectly good scapegoat. ”What is wrong with him?"

 

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Samuel frowned then held out his own hand in response. “Then I’ll wrap them. Others need more help than me. But I can take care of wrapping my own bandages.” Really, there were others to attend to and he felt better. He was a grown man! He was clearly much older than this girl and he didn’t need to be babied by her. First aid? Yeah, he was working towards becoming a doctor. First aid had long since passed for him.

[ValidEmotions]

The babbling of a secretary buzzed in his ears like a frustrating fly, much of the sound pointless chatter. Only pieces were of any importance but Henry played the attentive politician, nodding where needed and doling out orders or side notes as required. A large hand passed over his greying brown hair, smoothing back any flyaway strands before straightening his coat. The halls of the UN headquarters were mostly quiet, an "off-season" for the delegates and Council Members allowing them to be elsewhere.

 

Absently, he waved a hand dismissively and sent the secretary on her way to attend to other matters. A helicopter awaited him outside, prepped to send him to Russia for a confidential meeting. Down the silent hallways, Henry walked with equal silence, idly adjusting his clothing. Even after all these centuries, human clothing felt strange to him. He suffered with it without verbal complaint though.

 

Something, some kind of pressure or sixth sense, made him stagger and suck in a deep breath, gasping. For a moment, he stumbled to the wall and leaned against it for support, a finger pressed firmly against his temple. A low hum of displeasure escaped as he frowned, brow furrowing to form a 'v'. That won't do, Death. That won't do....

 

Straightening himself, Henry scowled in mild irritation at the change of plans. He knew where his brother was but couldn't instantly travel there; he would have to reach the closest place he knew best and then walk from there. Inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly, Henry pulled a cellphone free from his pant pocket, unlocking the screen to dial someone. "Send the helicopter away. Some business came up that I must attend to.... No, don't wait for me; I'll have a lift when I'm set to leave."

 

Hanging up, the middle-aged man glanced about his surroundings before clearing his throat. Straightening his coat again, he blinked out of sight with nothing more than a whisper of air. In another part of the world, he reappears in much the same fashion, brushing a hand over his hair to put any loose strands back into place. Cracking his neck with two sharp sounds, he begins walking, leaving the private grounds of his brother's "home".

 

[[it's going to be a little while before he gets to the Godlings ]]