It may be overkill to Alec, but to the Cullens and Quileute, whoâve both faced invasions and threats to themselves and each other, often involving their younger members, they take these things seriously. Especially since theyâve been spending the past three years working through their differences and adapting to each other. The results vary from each member, but like it or not, the coven and packs are more entwined than theyâve ever been. If this demon wants to eat their young, theyâre going to take it down together, overkill or not. And thatâs not saying anything about the Quileuteâs role in protecting the humans of La Push (and Forks by proxy) and the Cullens desire to keep their own secret safe, as well as wanting to live in peace with humans. All in all, this part of Washington is very aggressive towards potential threats.
Oh and there is that aspect of two years of peace making the vampires and werewolves a little eager for some action, regardless of what they say. Blood drive and hunting instinct never goes away.
But⊠Gross. Action or not, Jacob instantly feels a pure revulsion towards the nightmarish thing that suddenly looks up at him. Itâs like staring at the corpse of a swamp monster you see in horror movies. Normally heâs very happy to watch the violent, bloody parts of those action movies, but this thing is real, a threat, and so very out-of-the-ordinary, itâs unnerving. Why the hell is this thing even eating a tree? The mold itâs left behind is disturbing and Jacob instinctively wants to burn it, something that he gets the rest of his pack feels similar towards.
Seth makes a comment about wanting to puke thanks to seeing that thingâs nose dribbling ooze. Considering the wolves breathe far more frequently through their noses than their mouths, the idea of liquid dripping out of his nose brings to mind the accidental snorting of water, that disgusting coughing fit as you try and clear your windpipe. Itâs gagging. Jacob shudders mentally. Thanks, Seth. We all needed that.
The second the thing starts towards him, the Quileute braces his paws to the soft earth and snarls loudly, hackles raised and spine arched as his lips curl away from the dagger-like fangs in his jaws. It actually takes Samâs loud reminder and Bellaâs sudden shield to prevent his instinctive desire to lunge forward and attack first. He doesnât want this thing anywhere near him! He wants it dead! Itâs unnatural! It doesnât belong in this world! He canât tell if itâs fear, disgust, anger, or something else, but itâs there and itâs loud.
While he is âimmortalâ to a degree, Jacobâs still only just 20 chronologically. Guess thatâs young enough. He almost jumps out of his proverbial skin when something snaps right past his ear. Doesnât even have time to realize itâs Alecâs arrow before the creature in front of him snaps backwards and reels in agony. Itâs a picture-perfect replication of any of those movie monsters getting shot in the eye. Not that it stops it from blindly attackâŠ
Like a band of rubber snapping, Jacob blitzes forward. He ducks one swipe of the creatureâs claws and instantly goes for its throat, clamping down on the neck. At the same time, Bellaâa beautiful brown-haired teenager with golden eyes and only a year older than her husband, Edwardâflashes out of the underbrush. Edward follows as split second later and both latch ice-cold hands onto the demonâs front arms/legs. Skin as hard and durable as marble, they squeeze in unison, preventing the creature from digging its claws into the werewolf. Thatâs really all it takes before the three of them yank, fully intending to rip the demonâs head and arms from its body. If itâs anything like a werewolf or vampire, throat crushing, beheading, and dismembering are very effective ways of neutralizing the threat before they can put it down permanently.
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Oh and there is that aspect of two years of peace making the vampires and werewolves a little eager for some action, regardless of what they say. Blood drive and hunting instinct never goes away.
But⊠Gross. Action or not, Jacob instantly feels a pure revulsion towards the nightmarish thing that suddenly looks up at him. Itâs like staring at the corpse of a swamp monster you see in horror movies. Normally heâs very happy to watch the violent, bloody parts of those action movies, but this thing is real, a threat, and so very out-of-the-ordinary, itâs unnerving. Why the hell is this thing even eating a tree? The mold itâs left behind is disturbing and Jacob instinctively wants to burn it, something that he gets the rest of his pack feels similar towards.
Seth makes a comment about wanting to puke thanks to seeing that thingâs nose dribbling ooze. Considering the wolves breathe far more frequently through their noses than their mouths, the idea of liquid dripping out of his nose brings to mind the accidental snorting of water, that disgusting coughing fit as you try and clear your windpipe. Itâs gagging. Jacob shudders mentally. Thanks, Seth. We all needed that.
The second the thing starts towards him, the Quileute braces his paws to the soft earth and snarls loudly, hackles raised and spine arched as his lips curl away from the dagger-like fangs in his jaws. It actually takes Samâs loud reminder and Bellaâs sudden shield to prevent his instinctive desire to lunge forward and attack first. He doesnât want this thing anywhere near him! He wants it dead! Itâs unnatural! It doesnât belong in this world! He canât tell if itâs fear, disgust, anger, or something else, but itâs there and itâs loud.
While he is âimmortalâ to a degree, Jacobâs still only just 20 chronologically. Guess thatâs young enough. He almost jumps out of his proverbial skin when something snaps right past his ear. Doesnât even have time to realize itâs Alecâs arrow before the creature in front of him snaps backwards and reels in agony. Itâs a picture-perfect replication of any of those movie monsters getting shot in the eye. Not that it stops it from blindly attackâŠ
Like a band of rubber snapping, Jacob blitzes forward. He ducks one swipe of the creatureâs claws and instantly goes for its throat, clamping down on the neck. At the same time, Bellaâa beautiful brown-haired teenager with golden eyes and only a year older than her husband, Edwardâflashes out of the underbrush. Edward follows as split second later and both latch ice-cold hands onto the demonâs front arms/legs. Skin as hard and durable as marble, they squeeze in unison, preventing the creature from digging its claws into the werewolf. Thatâs really all it takes before the three of them yank, fully intending to rip the demonâs head and arms from its body. If itâs anything like a werewolf or vampire, throat crushing, beheading, and dismembering are very effective ways of neutralizing the threat before they can put it down permanently.