Open Pig Hunt

[Rend]

64th of winter, 513AV

Pig. That's what she'd said, Pig. Been a while since I had a big, fat pig. Didn't look like no pig though. Stupid woman. This thing was a human, fat like a pig, true, but human all the same. Sweaty and smelly and dumb. He'd run off through the dark when the woman started shouting at him. He'd run for a while at least, now he hardly walked, huffing and wheasing like a sick thing. Don't smell sick though.

Rend crawled closer to the edge of the roof, it's old planks groaning under her as she fixed her eyes on the pudgy little man. Slowly she eased herself off and onto the ground, snow crunching under her bare feet.

Nasty cold, do this quick then back to the nest. Warmer there.

She padded forwards, snow crunching with each step. As she drew within a meter or so she stood up, ready to pounce. The man heard something, or simply felt the predators gaze. Even after all this time human's still had that prey's instinct.

"'Ey, who're you? what the..? What are ya?"

Get close, past guard, easy kill

Rend rolled her shoulders slowly, letting the dim light of the evening play off her body. She started to step forward, one slow, languid step at a time.

"Me? Am jus' cold girrl, looking to get warrm"

The man backed up a little, caution warred with desire in his head as she drew closer. Her hand touched upon his arm and she moved in closer, her body pressed against his.

"Tha's... Tha's enough now.. away wit' ya"

Rend moved her body against his, rising up onto her toes till the soft fur of her face caressed his rough shaven cheek before speaking in little more than a whisper.

"No.. I want more"

And then she took it. Her teeth bit down into his neck and tore deep. Hot blood flooded into her mouth. Feebly the man tried to push her away but it was far too late for that. Claws sank into skin, fat and muscle to hold onto her kill until he staggered backwards and fell. His skin turning pale quickly in the cold.

Rend crawled along the floor next to him before plunging her head into the bloody snow beside him to snap up a mouthful and clean her face. The kill was good. She pulled her knife from it's sheath and started to look over his body to choose the best bits to carve off and take home.

[Buras]

Buras flew through the air, looking for something to eat. His usual spots where already picked dry. Maybe I just have to stop looking Buras thought and something will pop up. That is when he heard something. Deciding to investigate, Buras landed on a roof near the noise. What Buras saw amazed and confused him. He saw a black, human shaped figure that also seemed to have bat wings. That can't be right, Humans don't have wings. Looking closer, he also saw a rather fat man. What is a human with wings, and a fat man, doing in a dark alley. As that thought occurred to him, the bat human attacked the fatty. Biting into his neck, and blood pouring out of his neck. As he saw the fatty die, Buras began to decide what to do.What did I just witness, I got to get out of here. But then again, I am hungry, and I am a crow. Well, one meal is as good as the next With those last words going around in his head, Buras flew down to the dead man, noticing that the, what he at first thought was a he, was in fact, a she. And on top of that, she had fur, and a knife. Keeping an eye on the different being, Buras slowly hopped toward the dead fat man, and started to eat his fill, starting first with the eyes. I pray that this women for that is all he could really think of calling her doesn't try to kill me and eat me.

[Rend]

As the thieving raven took it's perch by the pig man Rend turned her face up at him. Her wings lashed open to full span as she hissed through blood stained fangs.

Is blood bird. little eater of dead things...

Her wings folded back down against her back and wrapped gently over her shoulders like some bizarre leather coat. Blood trickled off the curving tip of her silver blade as she moved over to gesture are a mark cut deep into the pig's right arm, a rather clean circle with a jagged cut bisecting it.

"That's for the Great Render, not for lil' Rend, not for little eater."

She moved over to Pig's face and, with one swift movement, popped the pig's eye out, sticking it with the tip after.

"But even so Pig is too big for lil' Rend, too much to eat now, too fat to carry. Little eater has his pecks"

She held out the knife, point first to the watching raven, eye ball and nerve impaled upon it.

[Alias Burns]

As I walk away from the tavern I loosen my scarf from around my neck. The air has been getting noticeably warmer as Spring sets in. I smile as I think of Kurguill's face once I give him this refill. Though he be a pig of a man, he still protects the street that leads to the part of tent city inwhich I inhabit. I've made a habit of doing favors for certain people.. An inexpensive yet effective survival trait. Kurguill is one of the more simpler associates I've gathered. Just share a drink with him every once in a while, maybe nod to his serious statements, or laugh to his soiled jokes, and wallah! He's your best pal. Not that I don't like the fellow.. I can't help but respect simple lives well lived. As I turn onto the street Kurguill usually inhabits, I find it eerily empty. Shaking off the strange unsettling feeling, I walk on down the street to see if he had turned off onto one of the various intersections. "-too much to eat now, too fat to carry. Little eater has his pecks" What the Salak? The tone of voice for some reason inserts ice into my spine. It came from that alley.. Feeling suddenly vulnerable, I move to that side of the street. Hugging the wall I make my way to the alley entrance and peak in. I pull my head back, and lean against the wall to attempt to settle my stomach. Shyke! That was.. Was.. None of your business. Right..

[Buras]

Quickly grabbing the eye from the knife, Buras hops back from the woman. As he is swallowing Buras thought. Perhaps I can also make some money off this. Once more hopping over to the man, Buras moved to one of the pockets and stuck his beak in, and found nothing. Perhaps there is some in his other pocket. Hopping across the dead man, Buras realized that he landed so that he would have to roll him over to get at his other pocket. Hmmm. Do I trust this stranger enough to not kill me if she saw me in my human form? Deciding to try it and see what happens, Buras hops out of reach of the woman, just in case. In a brief flash of light, Buras turned into his human form. "Don't you try anything stupid, it will end up with you having a broken arm. Hoping that that would keep him, not safe, but safer than if he just turned in front of her and began looting the body. Crouching down to flip the body over, Buras kept a cautious eye on the woman.

[Rend]

Rend gave an odd little smile when the raven took the morsel from her blade. She turned her attentions back to the pig's thigh where she was cutting away inch thick strips of meat and adding them to a slowly steaming mound beside her. The bird hopped and poked around the dead man idly beside her. Rend occasionally looked over at it.

Is pretty little eater, not ruffled nor scratched nor starved. Must be strong little killer... that or flighty and clever like Rend. Is it a little lil' Rend? I should pet the little lil'. No, shouldn't, might be flighty.

The raven hopped aside slightly and a bright flash filled the corridor. Rend leaped back from the light with a shrill hiss, pulling her arm up to cover her eyes. slowly she blinked out the glare with a shake of her head before lowering her arm to look around. Her long locks of crimson flicked about as she cast her gaze about. Cold black eyes locked onto the man before him stealing her food. Her arm lashed forward, scarlet mane about her wrist matted with blood, to point the wicked tip of her Kris at the man.

"Off it! Off mine! kill own pig! Off! Off!!"

Her gaze flashes about again to find the raven gone and she bares her fangs and snarls.

"He makes it leave! My little eater! Stealer takes it!" Rend screams, sounding almost on the verge of tears.

[Alias Burns]

As I fight to control my breathing, my eyes search my surroundings. I take a step away from the alley just to squint my eyes and furrow my brow at the cacophony of noise I imagine myself making. Maybe it would be better to not move at all.. What the Salak was that thing!? Maybe I should call out, a guard might- Flashes of a grisly murder scene burn through my mind Anyone I call will probably be killed as well.. A sudden flash of light bursts from within the alley in question, quickly fading away into the gathering night. And that was.. "Don't you try anything stupid, it will end up with you having a broken arm." I hear a vaguely familiar male voice say from within the alley. "Off it! Off mine! kill own pig! Off! Off!!" Screeches a female voice. Where did I die and go to? I gather myself and look down the alley again, hoping to see I was mistaken. Where before I saw one person-thing crouched over a dead body, I now see a person-thing and a man crouching over- Nope, I wasn't mistaken.. the dead body. "He makes it leave! My little eater! Stealer takes it!" says the crouching female person-thing. That's no cloak.. It's got wings!? And as if the fates themselves were trying to throw me off even further, I recognize the body.. That's.. That's Kurguill! My eyes widen as I recognize my friend, dead. Yeah, Alias.. Call for help.. The 'guards' did good. For a good moment I couldn't pull my eyes away, who are these 'people'? why are they speaking so strangely to each other?

[Buras]

"He makes it leave! My little eater! Stealer takes it!" Buras heard the woman shout. Nimbly jumping back, Buras gets into a fighting stance. Easy, I didn't make anything leave. And I'm not stealing from you, I'm taking something from a dead man. Buras realized how odd that sounded. "What I mean is, is that I'm taking something from someone that doesn't need it anymore. Quickly morphing back into his raven form, Buras flies on top of a roof to get away from the woman. Once on top of the roof, Buras turned back into his human form. Turning around and sitting down, Buras realized how useless getting up here might have been, She does have wings after all. "You seemed nice enough when I was a raven." Buras says trying to diffuse the situation "Why can't you show the same hospitality when I have two legs. In a relatively safe place, Buras starts to begins to wonder why he didn't just leave then and there. What are you Doing Buras? She has a knife, you should be flying away as fast as you can! I know but she was nice to me, and she is kinda pretty, in an odd sort of way. Buras looks at the girl, noticing the longer hair on her arms for the first time. Oh, that's an interesting color combination. Red on black, well I won't say it doesn't look good on her. With that going off in his head, Buras decided to ignore the voice in his head telling him to flee, and lazily leaned back, his arms propping him up, but also ready to push him of the edge of the roof to quickly morph and fly away. And out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure standing in the mouth of the alley way. Thinking it is just a passerby, Buras pays it no heed.

[Rend]

Rend's snarl dropped and she stared, mouth agape as the stealer turned into the little eater. It flurried up onto the roof and again became the stealer. She shook her head, her hair slipping free of it's loose tie and falling about her shoulders, Then there was a kick of her feet as she leaped up into the air, the heavy thudding of her wings on the air as she propelled herself up onto the lip of the roof. Rends face was, in half a heartbeat, barely an inch from the stealer's. Her left clawed hand gripped the roof to hold herself firm with her body all but pressed against him while her head flicked about, sniffing at him and looking at him. She pulled her face back slightly.

"What is it? the stealer and the eater, how?"

She scurried up onto the roof more and scrabbled around him, looking at him from many angles and occasionally prodding, poking and touching.

"How's it do? Is wizard? Is monster? Oooh! Can Rend? Rend want to. Show Rend!"

All menace in her tone and behavior has melted into excitement and curiosity.

[Buras]

Buras nearly fell off the roof when the woman flew up to the roof and stuck her face in his. "What is it? The stealer and the eater, how? "Uhhh..." was all Buras could say as the woman jumped around and poked at him. "What are you doing? Hey, stop poking me, I'm not something in a show." Buras said, not really caring, but he felt like he had to say something. How's it do? Is wizard? Is monster? Ooooh! Can Rend? Rend want to. Show Rend!" "I am not a monster. I'm as much a monster as you are. And I sure ain't a wizard." Buras said a bit sarcastically, just a bit. It is ironic how she thinks I'm a monster. Buras thought. "Alright, I'll do it. Get back a bit and let me get on a bit more. Sliding onto the roof so his feet weren't dangling over the edge, Buras morphed into his crow form, and jumped around a little. Morphing back, Buras says "There, see? I'm what people called a Kelvic. Now, I don't want to offend you or anything, but, what are you."