Thank god that everyone springs into action, because it means Alec can put off praying for the ground to crack open and swallow him whole when the teasing about his terribly obvious reactions begins. And ends, to be fair. Still, the sheer number of them is staggering, and definitely overkill for this particular mission. Maybe it won't be so impossible to re-establish some sort of information network on the west coast after all...
Presuming this all goes well, of course. Alec shakes off everything else and focuses, nocking an arrow and staring down the shaft of it, after a quick glance towards Quil when he shuffles in to replace Jacob.
As soon as Jacob advances towards the demon, its head snaps up and it turns its face to the shifter, empty sockets where its eyes should be, fur matted down with sap and mangy all over, some sort of animal viscera clinging to its horns. All that's left of the tree is a jagged stump, covered in specks of black and white fuzz, spotty like mold. Luckily it seems like the distraction is working, because when it scents the air through a snout that's dribbling black ooze, it doesn't bolt or turn into mist and disperse through the the surrounding trees.
No, instead it immediately starts towards Jacob while gnashing its teeth greedily as though it isn't about half his size, either fearless or stupid. (Or hungry enough to be both.)
Oh, god, Alec realizes with a sudden lurching sensation deep in his gut. Its undivided interest means that Jacob isn't actually older than he looks, or at least not by much—Alec had been operating under the assumption that he falls into any time he deals with one of the immortal species, namely that Jacob was probably a hundred or something, frozen in time by the act of shifting. Letting out a burst of breath, he uses the motion of his exhale to aim and fires his arrow. It whizzes past Jacob's ear without touching him, an awfully daring shot which pays off because its proximity to the wolf means that the demon has no way to smell the arrowhead made of holy metal coming before it is suddenly lodged right in one of those empty eye sockets.
The demon rears back with a terrible animal noise of pain, though not even an arrow to the brain actually seems to slow it down enough that it doesn't lunge instinctually towards Jacob to try and take a bite out of him, unable to locate its actual attacker in the sudden confusion.
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Presuming this all goes well, of course. Alec shakes off everything else and focuses, nocking an arrow and staring down the shaft of it, after a quick glance towards Quil when he shuffles in to replace Jacob.
As soon as Jacob advances towards the demon, its head snaps up and it turns its face to the shifter, empty sockets where its eyes should be, fur matted down with sap and mangy all over, some sort of animal viscera clinging to its horns. All that's left of the tree is a jagged stump, covered in specks of black and white fuzz, spotty like mold. Luckily it seems like the distraction is working, because when it scents the air through a snout that's dribbling black ooze, it doesn't bolt or turn into mist and disperse through the the surrounding trees.
No, instead it immediately starts towards Jacob while gnashing its teeth greedily as though it isn't about half his size, either fearless or stupid. (Or hungry enough to be both.)
Oh, god, Alec realizes with a sudden lurching sensation deep in his gut. Its undivided interest means that Jacob isn't actually older than he looks, or at least not by much—Alec had been operating under the assumption that he falls into any time he deals with one of the immortal species, namely that Jacob was probably a hundred or something, frozen in time by the act of shifting. Letting out a burst of breath, he uses the motion of his exhale to aim and fires his arrow. It whizzes past Jacob's ear without touching him, an awfully daring shot which pays off because its proximity to the wolf means that the demon has no way to smell the arrowhead made of holy metal coming before it is suddenly lodged right in one of those empty eye sockets.
The demon rears back with a terrible animal noise of pain, though not even an arrow to the brain actually seems to slow it down enough that it doesn't lunge instinctually towards Jacob to try and take a bite out of him, unable to locate its actual attacker in the sudden confusion.