Reverse Prey

Sarrain

The Salt Sea
Inactive
Supporter
Jan 30, 2016
6,703
Arizona
Pronouns
She/Her
Posting Status
Daily, Weekly
As a member of the Fae and the Unseelie Court, it wouldn't be uncommon for Catalina to attack those who were weak and alone. She hadn't made a habit of it, naturally, as there was no gain, but the Fae were envious creatures and Cat had a particular liking for beautiful things.

Sometimes, that meant the beautiful person would be safe, but others it just meant death. This was the latter. The Spriggan had stayed hidden, watching a young, fragile looking Unicorn boy as she hunted him. She had dropped her glamour in favor of her true self.

Cat couldn't control the trees or the Earth, but she was swift and had long claws and teeth to boot. In the forest, she favored a guerrilla tactic. Fifteen more minutes of observation and then Catalina struck with claws, teeth, and a vicious sound.
 

Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord
Inactive
Jul 19, 2015
1,892
portland, oregon
mantacarlos.tumblr.com
Pronouns
he/him/his
[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan went to the forest for peace, a quiet and relief away from all the people and the stress that came along with trying to be the type of person that fit in with them-- a person who wasn't left behind, scorned, or both. And not only that, but someone they'd want to elect as a leader, as Vice President on the student council. It was hard work, to the point that he eventually couldn't think straight, and he craved the other kind of relief, but chose this, instead.

He'd excused himself from his campaign efforts and fled to the edges of the campus, leaving civilization in exchange for nature, where his species originally dwelled and found comfort. Usually, Logan was safe here. He was a unicorn. The forest liked him, and so did the animals, attracted to his misleading aura.

Tonight, however, another would-be predator was about, and even though Logan had attempted (for the first time in a while, perhaps because he simply felt too busy to risk getting blood on his clothes) to use harmless venting methods, it looked like he'd be going back to his roots. When Logan found a nice stream, he sank to his knees at the edge of it, exhaling and pressing his hands to his face. He cupped his hands and drank some of the water there, letting it refresh him, and splashed some against his eyes and cheeks. He didn't have the slightest idea that something was stalking him. He'd never thought to look for danger in his safe haven.

But there was danger everywhere. He should know that well enough, being a trap for poor, unsuspecting fools himself. He counted for that right now. Helpless unicorn, all alone. Logan wasn't the type to look like he could harm a fly, or any living creature for that matter. A personification of good, purity, and sugary sweetness.

As soon as the tiny hostile creature-- Fae, he smelled-- jumped out at him, he shrieked and lashed out in return, slicing at its stomach with his sharp telekinetic cutting, priority to make it get the fuck away from him and not have a chance to hurt him before he hurt it. Being able to reach out with an invisible knife, without even touching or being overly close to someone, was a huge advantage for Logan.[/tom]
 

Sarrain

The Salt Sea
Inactive
Supporter
Jan 30, 2016
6,703
Arizona
Pronouns
She/Her
Posting Status
Daily, Weekly
Standing at a solid four feet tall, with green skin, and leaves sprouting from her feet, Catalina Embers was a tiny Fae. She made up for lack of height with long claws, as long as her fingers, and sharp razor-like teeth. Her "hair" was long weeds arched upward into a strange flame-like shape. All in all, despite size, this was a Fae bred for the attack.

She hadn't expected a Unicorn to have telepathic cutting — Cat had never seen something like that. She leaped backward as the cut sliced away at her skin, spilling darker than normal blood in its wake.

For only a second Cat stared at Logan, eyes narrowed, and teeth bared, before rushing back into the defense of the trees. When one was this tiny, they didn't stick around to fight enemies head on, especially not those with a power like telepathic cutting.
 

Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord
Inactive
Jul 19, 2015
1,892
portland, oregon
mantacarlos.tumblr.com
Pronouns
he/him/his
[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]The smell of blood filled Logan's senses, and he had to shudder. He missed that. Meeting the Fae's gaze for a moment, he knew he couldn't spend the night like he'd wanted to. Besides. He didn't let people get away, knowing what he could do. His powers weren't public, and everything was a risk, especially so with what he was now doing with his free time. His predatory instincts were waking up, hands clenched, eyes too bright, and he rose to his feet while the creature fled back.

He followed, focusing on nothing but that blood scent for navigation. His eyes were less than satisfactory here, when it was darker out, and he was dealing with a Fae. He was familiar with the forest, but it was likely more familiar and in tune with it. But Logan… Logan knew flesh and blood, and he knew how to lock on to prey. He pushed his way through the forest, keeping low and alert, driven towards one thing and one thing alone. The need to subdue and hunt, with no intent towards retreating any time soon.[/tom]
 

Sarrain

The Salt Sea
Inactive
Supporter
Jan 30, 2016
6,703
Arizona
Pronouns
She/Her
Posting Status
Daily, Weekly
As it were, the blood trail led him to an enormous tree, with a trunk thick enough Logan couldn't have wrapped his arms around it even if they had been twice as long as they were. There was no movement from above or around it. Dead silence and the stillness of a forest in alarm.

As if from the bark of the tree itself, a hand shot out and claws arched for Logan's pretty, pretty face. The boy had made her bleed, so, of course, Catalina had to make him suffer more. A child like him, she figured would cry and plead once he realized her small statue meant nothing. She was terrifying. She was Fae.
 

Tom Marvolo Riddle

the dark lord
Inactive
Jul 19, 2015
1,892
portland, oregon
mantacarlos.tumblr.com
Pronouns
he/him/his
[tom=http://i.imgur.com/uVGY9jP.png, #fc9cff]Logan gnawed on his lip, frustrated when faced with the tree and fucking nothing. But the creature wasn't gone yet, blood scent still thick in his nose. It made him feel like he was going crazy, salivating and pining after high quality meat. He fantasized ways to cook it, and decided it'd be best to try candying parts of this Fae. That rich, lavish taste had to savored. He was going to eat like a king.

He stared at the tree, reminiscent of a cat watching birds through a window, quiet but restless, waiting, looking trigger happy. He was surprised when those claws appeared again, too fast now for him to defend from. Instead of trying to slice at it this time, Logan's impulse was to grab its arm and force an adrenaline induced explosion of sedative magic on it. He was really pissed off. "How f-fucking dare you!" he hissed, teeth clenched, eyes burning with pure, unadulterated intent for violence. Not today, not in election season, he wasn't going to die to some shitty goddamn plant! "You can't have me! I'll fucking kill you! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Not getting away with that, I'm in a horrible mood, and your luck is garbage!"[/tom]
 
Forgot your password?