Mutt [Lucrum/She/NPC]

[Lucrum]

2:14 AM
March 12th, 2012
Grungy Alleyway, Regal Necropolis

A chilling air fell upon the alleyway as Lucrum slid his way around the corner and waited momentarily before continuing onward. His green hair bobbed left and right, wet from the mysterious rain that had passed overhead just a few hours prior. That couldn't even get him down now, though. He had pulled a few good contacts after that bout with Vic, and he was meeting five of them in another few minutes.

Nosferatu, their names sounded like, and they returned word near instantly that they were interesting in doubling the amount of meat they had been receiving. More work for the incubus, yeah, but the payoff in the end would be simply beautiful. These guys weren't the sort to disappoint, it seemed, as he had found a whole trove of dragon fangs and other objects of interest in envelopes in Vic's drawer at the butcher shop.

"I'm gonna be bloody rich, eheheheh..." He blew on his hands, a spark rising from his palms as he did so. Still didn't have a good grasp on fire magic, but he'd get the hand of it eventually. Just a spark was a bit of warmth though, so he couldn't complain right now. "Mpney, money, money, oh, 'ow it makes 'ell turn." A snicker and he peered around, wondering just where those five were. They had to be here soon, Nosferatu definitely weren't the smartest bunch, in Lucrum's opinion anyway.

"Soon I'll watch the 'ole world bu'n."

[She]

In this world you eat or you get eaten. This was the truth and it always would be. The Eater of Man did not deny this fact, no, no,no, She embraced it! She reveled in it! SHE LIVED FOR IT! She killed for it. It was who She was and why She was. To some it could seem like a meaningless existence but She knew better. No, this was not meaningless. There was no greater thrill or moment in life then the spray of arterial blood into your mouth as you tore through the throat of the prey. Never was there a greater moment than the completion of a hunt. It was glory and it was gory, it was gods and devils all at once. It was the truest meaning of life, to devour.

It was in search of new prey that brought She so far from home. She had hunted the great jungle for millenia. Now it was time to hunt elsewhere. Find new hearts to devour and new blood to spill. Oh how she hoped it would be the bright red of human blood that came spraying out. Nothing was quite so lovely as that color. The smell of coppery death that hung in the air after a nice violent exchange was a scent that brought ecstasy to the Huntress' mind. So, here She was. On the tops of the stone and rock jungle made by man. Though, truthfully it was made by demons. Though any demon that hide neath a shelter was a coward and deserved to face the truth of the elements. They were fools who clung to the concepts f man and did not revel in the glorious violence that stirred in them. If only She could open their eyes.

Her clawed paws padded silently across the shingles as though they were branches in the great canopy of her home land. Her eyes searched the streets below for her prey. Her nose tilted to the wind and sniffed. There it was. The smell of old blood that told her where her next meal was. Those things that drank the blood of man. They were like her, hunters. Though they clothed themselves and spoke the tongues of man willingly. They schemed and plotted. They were not beast like She was. They never would be. So She would enlighten them. She would descend on them and tear them asunder with teeth and claw. Devour their blood and prove what a true hunter was. Her pace quickened as the WQife to Jaguar moved like a shadow in a shadow. Her movements were silent, her breaths few, her mouth salivating at the mere thought of consuming such fine meats.

In moments She was perched on the roof top looking down on the ally below. Her shoulders rolled and her jaguar form slid away and revealed the naked huntress She truly was. Her teeth gritted and twisted into a mouth full of sharp fangs as her cat's eyes tracked the prey into the alley. There they were. Five of them. All nervous and looking for something. Something was someone, though she could only just barely smell him. A tinge of fire and smoke with a hint of lust drifted up to her perch. Such a thing was different. Not weak like these things more like her. Though not quite the same. She sniffed again, filling her nostrils with his scent. His was a hunt for profit, greed. She could smell the desire on him. Then, then She saw him. Stepping out from behind the corner. Looking at those that She would devour. What could they be planning? She hunkered low and peeked over the ledge of the roof. She would wait. She would observe this little meeting. Learn what it was. Then She would kill. Oh how glorious the kill would be...

[NPC Demons]

"Naw'wheres this git then Olie, eh?" "Righ'round dis here corner me thinks, but'ya dont go a callin' him a git to his face ya hear?" "Ya this guys gonna get us some more meat, and we cant go and pissing him off ya know? Les you wanna go hungry!" "An'no'one wants that Mort, you know how you get when you have an empty tummy!" " At les he don't have an empty head like you's Cassy" "Shut the bloody ell up you lot of tossers! We don want to go and scare of this Lucrum fella now do we?"

The group of Nosferatu continued to chatter as they walked through the darkened streets of the Necropolis, seemingly unconcerned with those other things that went bump in the night. Though that made an odd sorta sense considering of all the creatures in the Necropolis, they where among the most feared, and for good reason. After all, all five of them looked like a cross between a hairless man and a bat creature and while some where shorter then others, none was under six feet in height. And to top it all off they wore clothing that was both intimidating and more then a tad ridiculous. After all, black leather dusters and chromed spike collars with punk shoes(also decked out with pale metal spikes) where somewhat odd looking even to the demons that made their home in the pale reflection of London.  

The group rounded the corner and stopped rather suddenly as they spotted the incubus. Then as one they moved forward, and while they didn't snap, they almost seemed as if they had stepped directly out of West Side Story. "Ey! you'there wit the hair! Are you this Lucrum fella we supposed to meet?"

~Bronze

[Lucrum]

"Ey! you'there wit the hair! Are you this Lucrum fella we supposed to meet?" Lucrum snapped to attention and turned on his heel, smirk still strong as he gazed over the group lazily. They each might have been a head taller than him, but wasn't anything for him to worry about. No fighting on the agenda tonight, after all. No, this was all strictly business, as he planned on keeping it.

"Boys, y'late." He tapped at an imaginary watch on his wrist before a small chuckle slipped. "Nah, I'm just fuckin' wit'cha," In an instant he held up his hands in a joking manner, "Lucrum knows 'ow t'ave a right good time, 'specially when there's a future t'be made wit' what 'e's given." Fangs gleamed in the night as his smirk twisted into a devilish grin. If these boys paid up front, there would be some changes happening, that much was assured. EDEN would be able to keep on the up and up for a right good while.

"So, 'ow much was Vic givin' ya? Human meat I'm guessin', so that must'a costed ya a pretty penny?" He stepped on forward, and stretched. Piece of cake, this would be. Still, all deals had to be sealed somehow. "If y'know y'can pay for it, who would Ol' Spit be t'turn the lot of y'down, eh?" Lucrum stuck his hand out to the middle vampire after spitting on it. A shake in return was expected, but he may have been in for a bigger surprise.

[She]

A deal was being cut. From the sounds of it for human meat. How terrible. These weaklings were paying for meat!?!?! Now there was no remorse, no pity, no mercy, not there was any to begin with. No. There was no place for mercy in the heart of a killer. There was no place for pity in the mind of the hunter. No place for anything but the kill and the hunt. Here it was. Five bits of meat just waiting to be torn into and shredded. Waiting to be turned into the crimson paint that colored the life of the killer. The other one, the money hunter, reached out to the middle vampire. The things were distracted. The middle one reached forward. Now it was time.

She let out a low growl and with blood lust in her eyes She leaped forward from the roof. With a silent jump she positioned herself over the outstretched hand of the vampire and fell like a rain of death on her prey. Her hands and feet grew hooked claws just as her full weight came slamming down feet first on the shoulders of the center vampire. She tucked inward as the claws on her feet tightened in the flesh of the center target. Her body rolled forward and hurled the thing's body ten feet behind the line of vampires with it's neck and collar bone shattered from the force of her fall. She used the momentum to roll to her feet and in a single motion stand and send a flurry of ripping claw strikes out at the four other demons.

She's stance lowered into a wide crouch her naked body heaving with excited breaths. Her wide eyes locked on her prey. Her claws extended and her mind turned over to the beast. Now was a time for the hunt. The kill. Nothing else existed. Not even the demon who stood behind her, no doubt confused and startled. He was only a small thing in her parietal. Not prey, at least, not yet. Her teeth gritted together and let out a low growl and a then a sharp jaguar's screech as She faced down her foes. Let the blood shed begin.

[NPC Demons]

"We aint never late ya hear?" "Ya we arrive when'we mean ta an not a second mor!" "Ya you teel em! You just got here early!""That right, ya early you flaming- The vampire words where cut off as the tallest of the bunch slammed his hand over the shortest mouth. Shut ya traps you bunch'a flamming gits! Can't you see ima about to deal here?" With that the tall lanky one that seemed to be the leader of this little band of merry blood suckers reached out and grasped his suppliers hand.

"Ya got ya self a deal there Lucrum ol' bud. We can do buis- GAHHHH" [/color]

Out of no where came a flying ball of both fur and fangs and while to some that would have been comical enough to give a round of applause, the vamp found that he lacked the required assets to do so. Namely two hands(Though in all technicality he was still shaking his contacts hand.] and well... The ability to breath or move in general. Of course the fallen vampire never really had a chance to think about any such things because he was dead before he actually hit the ground.

The remaining four members of the cadre seemed to take offense to the sudden and brutal murder of their fellow. " Ya snaky flee ridden wanker!" And with that as their battle cry two of the vampires through them selves at the demon who they thought set them up, claws swiping at both Lucrum's eyes and belly. The other two of course turned to face what looked like the larger threat, and both slowly moved to flank the Jaguar demon, hoping to attack from two sides.

[Lucrum]

The two hands made contact, and Lucrum shook firmly with a pleased look upon his face. He shook and shook and shook as the other demon continued to do so. He soon realized, however, that the other wasn't exactly shaking his hand anymore. What remained clasped to his own claws were those of the, now dead, Nosferatu's. Completely cut from the wrist.

Lucrum flinched back and dropped the severed hand, rightly freaked the fuck out by the experience. Who the hell was coming in and killing his new clients?! Oh, there would be hell to pay... Of course, that would have to wait considering that two of the others had leaped at him. They thought he had set them up? WHO THE HELL DID THEY THINK LUCRUM WAS?!

"Oi, listen 'ere!" He ducked and slithered beneath the two of them, and then pressed himself against the wall of the alleyway. "I didn't 'ave not'in' to do wit' this, y'crazy wankers!" The incubus huffed and looked around. This entire thing had turned into a catastrophe in less than a second, and with the way things looked he'd have to end up killing his own clients. Sloppy business, it was.

"But if y'can't take m'own word for it, ask m'buddy Be'emoth!" At the mere mention of his inner burden, his right arm began to transform. His jacket's sleeve ripped apart as a mass of muscle and scales exploded forth from the leather. It didn't hurt, but it looked like it should. Well, it wouldn't hurt Lucrum anyway.

"Which of y'wanna talk to 'im first?"

[She]

One dead. In a single motion The Sister of the Night had killed one. It was as it should be. Though, She could not help but feel a single twinge of disappointment. She had wanted a battle. There was no greater rush than violence and victory. Now the odds were only four to one. No, they were two to two. She took a single glance over her shoulder to see two moving towards the other "hunter". This was an interesting turn of events. These poor little things. They would soon be meat. Sweet, lovely meat.

She's attention snapped back to the matter at hand, murder. Two moved, like pack animals, one to each side. It was a decent idea. Try to capitalize on their numbers. Get to either side of the prey and take it all at once. She had used that plan before, many times. Plenty of animals used that move. It was effective but obvious. they were not dealing with some weak little prey animal. The Wife of the Jaguar was a beast that hunted across the Hellscape. She had eaten the hearts of thousands of prey, these two would not be any different.

She let out a hissing roar, that by all means should not have come from a woman's mouth, before She leaped forward. She turned a 180 degree spin as she jumped forward putting her with her two targets in sight right in front of her and also the two other and her fellow "hunter" in sight beyond them. Maybe he could eat these two. Perhaps there was more than what there seemed to be with this one. She's eyes narrowed and her legs tightened. In a split second She's body erupted forward at the nearest vampire. Her arms were outstretched and her claws tight and ready to grasp the things shoulders and pull it in for a single fang filled chomp just south of the jaw line.

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