The dark red glow of the moon should have been the first sign that something was wrong but if that did not rouse everyone, the rain of blood that came splattering from the skies would surely alert others that something was up; anyone on the ship would find the windows screened with the thick crimson liquid, not even that suitable for comsuption for those that usually feasted upon the stuff - it was demon blood! The decks were soon slick with it and the sails were soaked in the red stuff, animals and wildlife would become crazed and berserk, storming from the woods into the nightmarish scene - birds, predators and even prey animals would stampede from the woods near the beach where the Harbinger was docked, smashing into whatever structures were around and some even came up onto the wooden docks themselves!
Canter Elais Acorn had been away from The Hollow this past week. Had, in fact. Not even been in this realm. After he had spoken to Manda at the library and learned much of this world the wolf got to tinkering with the personal transporter he had kept from his adventures through time and space. It had been set to take him home in the event of an emergency. But a little problem with a black hole had brought him to this world instead. He got to wondering what would happen if he kept the same program in it and activated the device once more. One night, a week ago. The wolf did just that and found himself taken back where he had wanted to go. The problem after that being the device using up alot of its power supply from the effort to punch through the rift in space time left by the black hole Lix had created in Harwell. Since he was back on Earth, Elm decided to take care of a few things. It had only been that afternoon that the teleporter had recharged. deciding not to risk the device burning out compleatly he returned to this realm in the manner he and Fiona had become familure with. That way he could reverse the address and hopefully return to his quarters without putting much strain on the system. Once the wolf had done so he put some things away and got himself situated moments before the insanity in The Hollow had started. Upon seeing the windows in the galley painted red the wolf made his way up on deck. Avoiding the red rain with the help of an large black umbrella he did not expect to have to use so soon. The wolf stood at the bow of the ship looking at the insanity that was coming from the woods and sky. "I sure as hell hope I did not cause this..."
Dawson Capris was out and about through the day, but recent events had him darting from shelter to shelter, trying with near desperation to make it back to the ship. Anywhere else could have sufficed, but it didn't offer the feeling of safety that the boat did... That was his home, and he'd taken to it quite wonderfully. One building under the rafters, another under an archway, and again and again before finally the boat was in view after rounding one more corner! But from here... it was open sky. He could be seen from any observers - if any would be standing in this forsaken rain - getting ready to make a full speed charge from the tiny cover he had, to the gangplank, up that ramp, and-- ELM! Dodging by, thinking to himself about how crazy the old man was for standing out here, he'd throw the hatch open, and duck down beneath the decks, covered... just... spattered with rotten crimson stains...''
Arkwin after talking with Angelo and Dawson about the ring she decided that she needed some alone time for abit to think about her actions and what could happen verus what she wanted to happen, standing on deck of the harbinger while the moon was out, though the blood moon made her feel uneasy.. she still stood there quietly, ears back as she took a deep breath, the night just felt wrong to her and she didn't know why, feeling a drop of rain she looked down at her paw, blinking afew times as she tried to think about what it was for a moment, nothing like this had ever happened to her before, it was blood.. demon blood... it made her skin crawl as she felt more and more of it on her, debating on running but it was to late for that.. she didn't want to look up though, instead she walked down off of the boat as she watched everything getting coated in demon blood, her black kimono getting stained as she drew her void kitana out, tails flicking as she held it at the ready for as strike.
Epitome had gone running in the direction of the ship, when she had been caught in the bloody rain. She'd been out training, when the sky had unleashed the downpour. She broke free of the trees. She spat and gagged, blood falling into her gasping mouth. It was in her eyes. It was undoubtedly the work of that devil, and the thought of that made her feel as if he were watching her with those dead eyes. Flashbacks of a bloated, rotting corpse exploding corrosive acid threatened to come into the forefront of her mind's eye. She could hear the memory of a woman's scream of agony. Had it really been her own? She could just make out the forms of the others through the bloody mess. "Hey!" She called, trotting up to the dock. She could see figures upon deck of the ship. She crossed the gangplank up to them.
Nocturnal Coyote's form could easily of been seen strolling through the streets of the hollow, holding a sheet of paper in her paw. She read it, over and over with a soft sigh.. I'm searching for what belongs to me. I will return in three days time. Don't fret, Pale Eye. In truth, it had left her a little worried, and she knew who it was.. he was the only one ever allowed to call her by that name. Sighing, the hybrid stopped to stare at the moon.. only to arch a brow. A blood moon? Now..? No.. wrong time of year.. nevermind the fact it was too red for a harvest moon.. And then the rain.. and the crazed wildlife. Skirts lifted, not so much minding the bloodied rain, she began to jog, headed for the ship, her family. Her pace was steady and straight, not stopping to anything around her, or coming at her. Already thinking through what could be happening, and why.
The way onto the ship required a ran across the beach which held literally no cover for those seeking shelther from the rain, unless they brought their own like Elm did but raining blood was going to be the least of their concern when the crazed shriek of a bloodied stag erupted from the edge of the woods, the poor creature galloping at full speed towards the first figure it saw - Dawson, head down and horns aimed to gore the feline if not bowl him over with the mass of it's weight and from the sounds of it, that was not the only crazed animal out there with wild cawing coming from the tops of the trees - the blood moon was going to give a new meaning to a murder of crows as black-winged birds would came down in a dozen towards poor Epitome trying to cross the beach.
Canter Elais Acorn had been watching the animals going mad. Ripping a hole in the fabric of space wider then before could not have been the cause of this. Lord knew what it did to Harwell. If anything. But raining blood and insane animals? The wolf did not look to the sky more then a glance. The crimson moon that shone through what clouds or myst there may be was given little thought. It was Dawson running through the open and across the docks that took the wolfs attention away from the animals. He had been thinking about drawing up the gang plank to keep them from getting aboard when the boy stole his attention. Then came the vixen through the rain of blood. Elm could smell there was something different about this blood. But had no real idea what demon blood smelled like to make the connection. He simply stood there, watching. A hand fiddling with something in his coat pocket before he saw the stag racing quickly up behind the boy. "Hey kid!" He moved closer to the ships railings but kept from touching them. "Behind you!" The wolf switched his hand holding the umbrella and went to draw his sidearm. But damned if he could hit a moving target. He would still try. Waiting till it was near enough and leading before he pulled the trigger. Hope that sound would not set off other animals.
Dawson Capris ran as hard as he jcould from the damned rain. It was, without a doubt, disgusting. It didn't smell like ordinary blood, nor did it taste like it, from the bits that got in his mouth, causding him to gag as well. Though he heaved a small bit, he did continue to run. It was troublesome though, finding footing in a soft grass that was slick with something that was more than water. He kept a focus on the wooden gangplank, knowing that once he got there, it was just a short jaunt up, and beneath the deck. A voice called out then...Elm? Why would Elm...be drawing a gun on him?!! The distraction was enough, that he'd skid to a halt, only then registering the second part of what the old man said 'behind you'. Barely even the time to turn to look, the next thing the feline knew was the sensation of a hot, digging pain, extreme pain. Right in his stomach. As if someone had stabbed him with a wooden rod. That woul'dn't be entirely inaccurate either. Only not wood. Not even having time to yell out, as the impact from the stag knocked the wind from him, and then, the feline was in the air, before thumping back down to the ground, sliding before coming to a halt just feet from the gangplank. Unable to breath, bleeding, and hardly conscious, he lay there, choking, under the crimson skies.
Arkwin just stepped off of the ship when Epitome rand past her, birds circling her as she ducked into the ship for cover, this was odd and she didn't like it one bit, not wanting to look that far aheard of her from the rain she moved slowly, ears twitching as she heard Elms voice, about to turn when Dawson caught her eye, this was almost as if it was out of a nightmare, hearing the gun shot that she assumed missed it's target since the stag hit Dawson and knocked him into the air and then the ground, while it caught him off guard it was happening in slow motion for her, not that she was close enough to stop it she could only watch as he ended up right at her feet, the back of her mind wondering if this was a nightmare.. was she drugged, she didn't know, the blood soaking into her fur as she took a step forward to guard him now, if the stag still tried to advance it would be met with afew quick slashes her of katana, "Dawson.." she called out to see if he was still awake after that, staring down the stag now as she growled, waiting and ready..
Nocturnal Coyote's form came in clear view of the ship in time to see it all.. she'd gasp and jump back, avoiding a random critter or two. Blouse not quite set for the use of her wings was pulled over her shoulders as steps continued to carry her closer, she'd toss it aside, just in time for those blue appendages to appear, hybrid took fight, not far off the ground as she didn't seem to keen on going to high, but not real low either.. a good middle ground. Alert, ears flickered this way and that, attepting to be aware of what may came out of the bloody darkness at her. If she wasn't knocked clean outta the sky, she'd land, behind Arkwin, letting the woman slash the stag to bits should it approach, only to drop on her knees by Dawson. paw traced over his form, along his cheek, and down to his nose, leaning down, she'd cant her head, listening.. he was breathing, but .. unconscious? That was a nasty hit.
The crazed animal would lift the poor feline up into the air on the points of those horns, tossing him nearly two meters into the air to land on the bloodied sand, shrieking madly before it's hooves threw sand around in another mad charge - the bullet had struck the stag in the chest but whatever blood came out was masked by the coat it was already wearing, any sense of preservation or fear had been stripped by that red moon looming through the rain it seemed to spit down at them. With the poor fox girl being clawed and pecked at by the murder of crows, Elm was going to be the next target of the maddened birds, their cawing coming from above him as they'd hit the umbrella should it get in the way, clawing and pecking at it too to try and get at the fleshy bits Elm had showing from his clothing - Arkwin, even with her blade was the next target as the stag ducked his head down, intent on also sending the kitsune flying and with a few more holes in her.
Canter Elais Acorn's fleshy bits were only his face and hands. He could only watch from his current possition. Not even knowing if his shot had landed on target. It felt like it should have. But only a headshot or killing shot would have let him know. For now all Elm could do was watch as Noct appeared and landed with Arkwin. Now where had the black kitsune come from in this darkness and torrent of blood? As the crows started to attack him the wolf used the umbrella to guard. And then began to grab the sanguine birds from the air when they came in to claw and peck at him, one at a time and crush them in his hand. He hardly cared for a few scratches and pecks to his hands and face. Unlikely the grows could get through the leather of his hat and coat. Or do much real damage to the umbrella. The effort however would have left him partly exposed to the blood rain. He might have been, as Dawson thought. A crazy old man. But he did not want to have to wash up.
Dawson Capris lay there, gasping for air, weakly. The blow had made it hard to breath, muscles placed in shock. Not only from impact but from forced seperation of being stabbed though, and the antler that did the stabbing was ripped clean away, as he was thrown. Crumpled in a heap, he couldn't find the strength to move, his body already tired from darting place to place, out of breath, and now... there was almost no breath. It was a personal brand of hell he felt then. Vaguely, he recalled a gunshot. Some yelling. And... he felt a presence nearby. Was someone there? It was hard to tell, Though it felt as though someone might've been brushing against his face, rolling him over to take a better look. Or to loom over him. His vision was fading, and it was difficult to tell what was what. Up from down. Wet from dry. Anything. His eyes looked slightly glassy. the poor feline wasn't seeing anything right now, even as his eyes appeared to be open, blinking. Oh, they saw, but nothing really registered.
Arkwin glanced for only a moment as she saw the hybrid coming down next to her, "Hey.." she said loud enough for Noc to hear, it would have been more cheerful to see her, but this hole situation had her occupied, though she was thankful to have her here.. she didn't have to pay attention to Dawson at all, knowing Noc could take care of that part they worked together, seeing the stag starting to charge again she wasn't aware of the bullet at all, there was already so much blood everywhere, demon blood.. she thought again, it made her senses seem dull and feeling sick, like it was tainted, she didn't like it at all, having feed from Noc afew days ago she was still pretty much full, and she intented on using that energy to dispatch this animal quickly that was charging all three of them now, she'd turn her katana 180 degrees and place her palm at the back of it, widening her stance as it approached, as soon as it was close enough she thrusted it straight into the breasts head, unless this animale was smart enough to stop it's charge it sould have been a near instant death and even if it wasn't the bullet might have gotten it anyways, if the stag laid there she would give it another second as the void took it's life, turning around as she looked at the scene before here everything was covered in demon blood, she was sick... she wanted to throw up now, quickly walking past the hybrid and dawson, she didn't want to let them know how much it made her feel, she needed to get out of it, only giving the hybrid a nod as she walked onto the ship, giving elm one too as she quickly went below decks for the night.
Nocturnal Coyote had no doubt in the Kitsunes ability to dispatch the stag, though she was left wondering what would come at them next. The hybrid frowned over Dawsons body, knowing damned well moving him wasn't ideal, but she couldn't very well leave him here, either. Leaving him there would be worse for wear... with a frown, wing tips, tails and arms worked, lifting the male up from the ground. Thoset ails of hers coiled around his legs, supporting his frame, Arms slipped under his back and neck while wing tips supported everything else she couldn't reach without hurting him further. Considering the tails, and wings.. she would be able to lift the male and carry him aboard the ship.. ever aware of the on-goings around her, and the crows attacking Elm. If nothing hindered her movements, she'd escape down the hatch with the males body supported.. only to slip into the medic bay.
The thunder of hooves was slightly dampened by the blood-soaked sand but it was nonetheless a terrible sight to see a massive stag charging right down at someone but the small kitsune faced off with little fear, her blade easily sinking into the beast's head, limbs stiffening sharply before it would crash and skid through the sand, the crazed state being snuffed out thankfully by the void while the cawing of the mad crows grew less and less, their frail bodies being crushed on by one by the calm wolf but they would add a nice assortment of scratches and bites to his face, a few lines across his cheek and muzzle while his hands would be covered in bleeding pecks. The moon was going to last all night but once Dawson and Nocturnal would be onboard, the lack of a gangplank would keep most of them at bay.
Canter Elais Acorn would continue to crush crows in the crimon rain till they either left him alone or were no more. Leaving a pile of birds at his feet. When all this passed he would have to dispose of the bodies. Perhaps in the morning. Most likely in the morning. The wolf could only imagine what the animals in the ships forcastle were doing with the revliation of the madness that had taken those in the wild. Hopefully the livestock on the ship were domesticated enough to not go as crazy. Elm would have to check on them first thing after getting the gang plank up. It was unlikely anyone else would be running for the ship tonight. If they could make it. He ignored his own wounds for awhile. Unlikely the rain of demon blood would do much to a mortal wolfs wounds. If the livestock were fine Elm would get himself taken care of in the galley and his quarters. And clean himself up. His boots would certainly need it.
Canter Elais Acorn had been away from The Hollow this past week. Had, in fact. Not even been in this realm. After he had spoken to Manda at the library and learned much of this world the wolf got to tinkering with the personal transporter he had kept from his adventures through time and space. It had been set to take him home in the event of an emergency. But a little problem with a black hole had brought him to this world instead. He got to wondering what would happen if he kept the same program in it and activated the device once more. One night, a week ago. The wolf did just that and found himself taken back where he had wanted to go. The problem after that being the device using up alot of its power supply from the effort to punch through the rift in space time left by the black hole Lix had created in Harwell. Since he was back on Earth, Elm decided to take care of a few things. It had only been that afternoon that the teleporter had recharged. deciding not to risk the device burning out compleatly he returned to this realm in the manner he and Fiona had become familure with. That way he could reverse the address and hopefully return to his quarters without putting much strain on the system. Once the wolf had done so he put some things away and got himself situated moments before the insanity in The Hollow had started. Upon seeing the windows in the galley painted red the wolf made his way up on deck. Avoiding the red rain with the help of an large black umbrella he did not expect to have to use so soon. The wolf stood at the bow of the ship looking at the insanity that was coming from the woods and sky. "I sure as hell hope I did not cause this..."
Dawson Capris was out and about through the day, but recent events had him darting from shelter to shelter, trying with near desperation to make it back to the ship. Anywhere else could have sufficed, but it didn't offer the feeling of safety that the boat did... That was his home, and he'd taken to it quite wonderfully. One building under the rafters, another under an archway, and again and again before finally the boat was in view after rounding one more corner! But from here... it was open sky. He could be seen from any observers - if any would be standing in this forsaken rain - getting ready to make a full speed charge from the tiny cover he had, to the gangplank, up that ramp, and-- ELM! Dodging by, thinking to himself about how crazy the old man was for standing out here, he'd throw the hatch open, and duck down beneath the decks, covered... just... spattered with rotten crimson stains...''
Arkwin after talking with Angelo and Dawson about the ring she decided that she needed some alone time for abit to think about her actions and what could happen verus what she wanted to happen, standing on deck of the harbinger while the moon was out, though the blood moon made her feel uneasy.. she still stood there quietly, ears back as she took a deep breath, the night just felt wrong to her and she didn't know why, feeling a drop of rain she looked down at her paw, blinking afew times as she tried to think about what it was for a moment, nothing like this had ever happened to her before, it was blood.. demon blood... it made her skin crawl as she felt more and more of it on her, debating on running but it was to late for that.. she didn't want to look up though, instead she walked down off of the boat as she watched everything getting coated in demon blood, her black kimono getting stained as she drew her void kitana out, tails flicking as she held it at the ready for as strike.
Epitome had gone running in the direction of the ship, when she had been caught in the bloody rain. She'd been out training, when the sky had unleashed the downpour. She broke free of the trees. She spat and gagged, blood falling into her gasping mouth. It was in her eyes. It was undoubtedly the work of that devil, and the thought of that made her feel as if he were watching her with those dead eyes. Flashbacks of a bloated, rotting corpse exploding corrosive acid threatened to come into the forefront of her mind's eye. She could hear the memory of a woman's scream of agony. Had it really been her own? She could just make out the forms of the others through the bloody mess. "Hey!" She called, trotting up to the dock. She could see figures upon deck of the ship. She crossed the gangplank up to them.
Nocturnal Coyote's form could easily of been seen strolling through the streets of the hollow, holding a sheet of paper in her paw. She read it, over and over with a soft sigh.. I'm searching for what belongs to me. I will return in three days time. Don't fret, Pale Eye. In truth, it had left her a little worried, and she knew who it was.. he was the only one ever allowed to call her by that name. Sighing, the hybrid stopped to stare at the moon.. only to arch a brow. A blood moon? Now..? No.. wrong time of year.. nevermind the fact it was too red for a harvest moon.. And then the rain.. and the crazed wildlife. Skirts lifted, not so much minding the bloodied rain, she began to jog, headed for the ship, her family. Her pace was steady and straight, not stopping to anything around her, or coming at her. Already thinking through what could be happening, and why.
The way onto the ship required a ran across the beach which held literally no cover for those seeking shelther from the rain, unless they brought their own like Elm did but raining blood was going to be the least of their concern when the crazed shriek of a bloodied stag erupted from the edge of the woods, the poor creature galloping at full speed towards the first figure it saw - Dawson, head down and horns aimed to gore the feline if not bowl him over with the mass of it's weight and from the sounds of it, that was not the only crazed animal out there with wild cawing coming from the tops of the trees - the blood moon was going to give a new meaning to a murder of crows as black-winged birds would came down in a dozen towards poor Epitome trying to cross the beach.
Canter Elais Acorn had been watching the animals going mad. Ripping a hole in the fabric of space wider then before could not have been the cause of this. Lord knew what it did to Harwell. If anything. But raining blood and insane animals? The wolf did not look to the sky more then a glance. The crimson moon that shone through what clouds or myst there may be was given little thought. It was Dawson running through the open and across the docks that took the wolfs attention away from the animals. He had been thinking about drawing up the gang plank to keep them from getting aboard when the boy stole his attention. Then came the vixen through the rain of blood. Elm could smell there was something different about this blood. But had no real idea what demon blood smelled like to make the connection. He simply stood there, watching. A hand fiddling with something in his coat pocket before he saw the stag racing quickly up behind the boy. "Hey kid!" He moved closer to the ships railings but kept from touching them. "Behind you!" The wolf switched his hand holding the umbrella and went to draw his sidearm. But damned if he could hit a moving target. He would still try. Waiting till it was near enough and leading before he pulled the trigger. Hope that sound would not set off other animals.
Dawson Capris ran as hard as he jcould from the damned rain. It was, without a doubt, disgusting. It didn't smell like ordinary blood, nor did it taste like it, from the bits that got in his mouth, causding him to gag as well. Though he heaved a small bit, he did continue to run. It was troublesome though, finding footing in a soft grass that was slick with something that was more than water. He kept a focus on the wooden gangplank, knowing that once he got there, it was just a short jaunt up, and beneath the deck. A voice called out then...Elm? Why would Elm...be drawing a gun on him?!! The distraction was enough, that he'd skid to a halt, only then registering the second part of what the old man said 'behind you'. Barely even the time to turn to look, the next thing the feline knew was the sensation of a hot, digging pain, extreme pain. Right in his stomach. As if someone had stabbed him with a wooden rod. That woul'dn't be entirely inaccurate either. Only not wood. Not even having time to yell out, as the impact from the stag knocked the wind from him, and then, the feline was in the air, before thumping back down to the ground, sliding before coming to a halt just feet from the gangplank. Unable to breath, bleeding, and hardly conscious, he lay there, choking, under the crimson skies.
Arkwin just stepped off of the ship when Epitome rand past her, birds circling her as she ducked into the ship for cover, this was odd and she didn't like it one bit, not wanting to look that far aheard of her from the rain she moved slowly, ears twitching as she heard Elms voice, about to turn when Dawson caught her eye, this was almost as if it was out of a nightmare, hearing the gun shot that she assumed missed it's target since the stag hit Dawson and knocked him into the air and then the ground, while it caught him off guard it was happening in slow motion for her, not that she was close enough to stop it she could only watch as he ended up right at her feet, the back of her mind wondering if this was a nightmare.. was she drugged, she didn't know, the blood soaking into her fur as she took a step forward to guard him now, if the stag still tried to advance it would be met with afew quick slashes her of katana, "Dawson.." she called out to see if he was still awake after that, staring down the stag now as she growled, waiting and ready..
Nocturnal Coyote's form came in clear view of the ship in time to see it all.. she'd gasp and jump back, avoiding a random critter or two. Blouse not quite set for the use of her wings was pulled over her shoulders as steps continued to carry her closer, she'd toss it aside, just in time for those blue appendages to appear, hybrid took fight, not far off the ground as she didn't seem to keen on going to high, but not real low either.. a good middle ground. Alert, ears flickered this way and that, attepting to be aware of what may came out of the bloody darkness at her. If she wasn't knocked clean outta the sky, she'd land, behind Arkwin, letting the woman slash the stag to bits should it approach, only to drop on her knees by Dawson. paw traced over his form, along his cheek, and down to his nose, leaning down, she'd cant her head, listening.. he was breathing, but .. unconscious? That was a nasty hit.
The crazed animal would lift the poor feline up into the air on the points of those horns, tossing him nearly two meters into the air to land on the bloodied sand, shrieking madly before it's hooves threw sand around in another mad charge - the bullet had struck the stag in the chest but whatever blood came out was masked by the coat it was already wearing, any sense of preservation or fear had been stripped by that red moon looming through the rain it seemed to spit down at them. With the poor fox girl being clawed and pecked at by the murder of crows, Elm was going to be the next target of the maddened birds, their cawing coming from above him as they'd hit the umbrella should it get in the way, clawing and pecking at it too to try and get at the fleshy bits Elm had showing from his clothing - Arkwin, even with her blade was the next target as the stag ducked his head down, intent on also sending the kitsune flying and with a few more holes in her.
Canter Elais Acorn's fleshy bits were only his face and hands. He could only watch from his current possition. Not even knowing if his shot had landed on target. It felt like it should have. But only a headshot or killing shot would have let him know. For now all Elm could do was watch as Noct appeared and landed with Arkwin. Now where had the black kitsune come from in this darkness and torrent of blood? As the crows started to attack him the wolf used the umbrella to guard. And then began to grab the sanguine birds from the air when they came in to claw and peck at him, one at a time and crush them in his hand. He hardly cared for a few scratches and pecks to his hands and face. Unlikely the grows could get through the leather of his hat and coat. Or do much real damage to the umbrella. The effort however would have left him partly exposed to the blood rain. He might have been, as Dawson thought. A crazy old man. But he did not want to have to wash up.
Dawson Capris lay there, gasping for air, weakly. The blow had made it hard to breath, muscles placed in shock. Not only from impact but from forced seperation of being stabbed though, and the antler that did the stabbing was ripped clean away, as he was thrown. Crumpled in a heap, he couldn't find the strength to move, his body already tired from darting place to place, out of breath, and now... there was almost no breath. It was a personal brand of hell he felt then. Vaguely, he recalled a gunshot. Some yelling. And... he felt a presence nearby. Was someone there? It was hard to tell, Though it felt as though someone might've been brushing against his face, rolling him over to take a better look. Or to loom over him. His vision was fading, and it was difficult to tell what was what. Up from down. Wet from dry. Anything. His eyes looked slightly glassy. the poor feline wasn't seeing anything right now, even as his eyes appeared to be open, blinking. Oh, they saw, but nothing really registered.
Arkwin glanced for only a moment as she saw the hybrid coming down next to her, "Hey.." she said loud enough for Noc to hear, it would have been more cheerful to see her, but this hole situation had her occupied, though she was thankful to have her here.. she didn't have to pay attention to Dawson at all, knowing Noc could take care of that part they worked together, seeing the stag starting to charge again she wasn't aware of the bullet at all, there was already so much blood everywhere, demon blood.. she thought again, it made her senses seem dull and feeling sick, like it was tainted, she didn't like it at all, having feed from Noc afew days ago she was still pretty much full, and she intented on using that energy to dispatch this animal quickly that was charging all three of them now, she'd turn her katana 180 degrees and place her palm at the back of it, widening her stance as it approached, as soon as it was close enough she thrusted it straight into the breasts head, unless this animale was smart enough to stop it's charge it sould have been a near instant death and even if it wasn't the bullet might have gotten it anyways, if the stag laid there she would give it another second as the void took it's life, turning around as she looked at the scene before here everything was covered in demon blood, she was sick... she wanted to throw up now, quickly walking past the hybrid and dawson, she didn't want to let them know how much it made her feel, she needed to get out of it, only giving the hybrid a nod as she walked onto the ship, giving elm one too as she quickly went below decks for the night.
Nocturnal Coyote had no doubt in the Kitsunes ability to dispatch the stag, though she was left wondering what would come at them next. The hybrid frowned over Dawsons body, knowing damned well moving him wasn't ideal, but she couldn't very well leave him here, either. Leaving him there would be worse for wear... with a frown, wing tips, tails and arms worked, lifting the male up from the ground. Thoset ails of hers coiled around his legs, supporting his frame, Arms slipped under his back and neck while wing tips supported everything else she couldn't reach without hurting him further. Considering the tails, and wings.. she would be able to lift the male and carry him aboard the ship.. ever aware of the on-goings around her, and the crows attacking Elm. If nothing hindered her movements, she'd escape down the hatch with the males body supported.. only to slip into the medic bay.
The thunder of hooves was slightly dampened by the blood-soaked sand but it was nonetheless a terrible sight to see a massive stag charging right down at someone but the small kitsune faced off with little fear, her blade easily sinking into the beast's head, limbs stiffening sharply before it would crash and skid through the sand, the crazed state being snuffed out thankfully by the void while the cawing of the mad crows grew less and less, their frail bodies being crushed on by one by the calm wolf but they would add a nice assortment of scratches and bites to his face, a few lines across his cheek and muzzle while his hands would be covered in bleeding pecks. The moon was going to last all night but once Dawson and Nocturnal would be onboard, the lack of a gangplank would keep most of them at bay.
Canter Elais Acorn would continue to crush crows in the crimon rain till they either left him alone or were no more. Leaving a pile of birds at his feet. When all this passed he would have to dispose of the bodies. Perhaps in the morning. Most likely in the morning. The wolf could only imagine what the animals in the ships forcastle were doing with the revliation of the madness that had taken those in the wild. Hopefully the livestock on the ship were domesticated enough to not go as crazy. Elm would have to check on them first thing after getting the gang plank up. It was unlikely anyone else would be running for the ship tonight. If they could make it. He ignored his own wounds for awhile. Unlikely the rain of demon blood would do much to a mortal wolfs wounds. If the livestock were fine Elm would get himself taken care of in the galley and his quarters. And clean himself up. His boots would certainly need it.
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