1 A Pack Once Broken Is Made Whole [Kenta Inuzuka, or Invite][No-Kill] Sat Nov 12, 2016 8:03 pm
Ashii
D-rank
Hunger.
It was such a demanding thing. It rose up from her gut and took over her mind so easily these days. Food was needed to survive, survival was a must. Therefore, she needed prey. She needed to hunt, needed to kill. But who? What? What kind of prey would fall at her hands this evening?
Most evenings it was simply a question of what kind of prey crossed her path first: a boar caught in a trap, a deer who strayed a little too far from home, or a human caught unaware? What kind of prey would cross her path this evening to be claimed? As usual she was on the outskirts of the village, far enough where she assumed she wouldn’t be bothered. Within the village she felt… trapped. Crowded. Too much noise, too much overloading her senses. It made her irritated, caused her to lash out most times. No, outside was better. Outside she was free, she had space: and it was so much easier to watch her own back that way.
Ashii moved forward, sticking to the shadows as extra cover: a means of keeping herself all that much more hidden from whatever might cross her path. There were a few people around - woman scurrying about with packages clearly heading home, groups of men laughing and heading to what was likely the local watering hole, and a lone male child holding out a tin cup and begging for even the sparest of ryo to feed a stomach she could hear growling even from across the street. All of them were looked over. The woman carried food meant for a while: Ashi didn’t hunt those who needed to tend to the young. The group of men were over-looked simply because a group was too much of a problem to bother wasting her time with. The child wasn’t even thought about: too young, too innocent; she didn’t harm the young. So, onward she pressed hoping as she did so that she wouldn’t end up spending the night feasting on some kind of rat: it wasn’t a taste she could get accustomed to.
”Give me your money and I won’t hurt you…!”
And then Ashii heard it. Music to her ears. A male voice demanding something from what was likely a female considering the feminine sobs. The woman… the woman who had been carrying the groceries home to her child(ren). She was being attacked by some male who stunk of beer and body odor. Her groceries had been dropped in her terror, a can of formula spilling open and tainting the already sickly sweet air with a nasty perfume. A growl, loud and animal like, rose up from Ashii as she stalked forward, leaving the shadows and revealing herself as a human-like beast. Corpse-like now she had her teeth, elongated and sharp, bared like some type of dog or wolf, and the growling coming from her was just as vicious. Her attire - a white t-shirt, jacket, leggings, and boots - were worn and torn, rips and tears through it, and it only added to her frightening appearance.
The woman screamed in terror and the man took off running. Ashii darted, following the man who was moving at a dead run. The hunt was on…
Wordcount: 550
It was such a demanding thing. It rose up from her gut and took over her mind so easily these days. Food was needed to survive, survival was a must. Therefore, she needed prey. She needed to hunt, needed to kill. But who? What? What kind of prey would fall at her hands this evening?
Most evenings it was simply a question of what kind of prey crossed her path first: a boar caught in a trap, a deer who strayed a little too far from home, or a human caught unaware? What kind of prey would cross her path this evening to be claimed? As usual she was on the outskirts of the village, far enough where she assumed she wouldn’t be bothered. Within the village she felt… trapped. Crowded. Too much noise, too much overloading her senses. It made her irritated, caused her to lash out most times. No, outside was better. Outside she was free, she had space: and it was so much easier to watch her own back that way.
Ashii moved forward, sticking to the shadows as extra cover: a means of keeping herself all that much more hidden from whatever might cross her path. There were a few people around - woman scurrying about with packages clearly heading home, groups of men laughing and heading to what was likely the local watering hole, and a lone male child holding out a tin cup and begging for even the sparest of ryo to feed a stomach she could hear growling even from across the street. All of them were looked over. The woman carried food meant for a while: Ashi didn’t hunt those who needed to tend to the young. The group of men were over-looked simply because a group was too much of a problem to bother wasting her time with. The child wasn’t even thought about: too young, too innocent; she didn’t harm the young. So, onward she pressed hoping as she did so that she wouldn’t end up spending the night feasting on some kind of rat: it wasn’t a taste she could get accustomed to.
”Give me your money and I won’t hurt you…!”
And then Ashii heard it. Music to her ears. A male voice demanding something from what was likely a female considering the feminine sobs. The woman… the woman who had been carrying the groceries home to her child(ren). She was being attacked by some male who stunk of beer and body odor. Her groceries had been dropped in her terror, a can of formula spilling open and tainting the already sickly sweet air with a nasty perfume. A growl, loud and animal like, rose up from Ashii as she stalked forward, leaving the shadows and revealing herself as a human-like beast. Corpse-like now she had her teeth, elongated and sharp, bared like some type of dog or wolf, and the growling coming from her was just as vicious. Her attire - a white t-shirt, jacket, leggings, and boots - were worn and torn, rips and tears through it, and it only added to her frightening appearance.
The woman screamed in terror and the man took off running. Ashii darted, following the man who was moving at a dead run. The hunt was on…
Wordcount: 550