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 OPEN POST OVERFLOW + TEXTS + PROMPTS + PSLSPLOT IDEA GENERATORS: SCENARIO GENERATOR 1 |
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It is more of a relief than he'd ever admit to out loud that none of Jacob's teen pack members have actively engaged the thing. Teenaged Shadowhunters would have been equipped to deal with it—certainly Alec had killed his first demon before he turned 16—but that's what they're born for, and raised for, and they do their duty so no one else has to take those risks. Whether or not they're horse-sized super-wolves. That's not the point.
On his feet again, Alec clocks Edward instantly for a vampire, even without the splash of sunlight giving him away. Or, alright, he clocks him for a vampire after a moment of arrested staring, because that's what vampires do to people by design. It's the speed, the pallor of his skin, the impossible beauty... and the fact that Alec has skirted around more than a few vampire clans in New York, always careful of the Accords (that aforementioned tenuous treaty that keeps the city from being a supernatural powder keg.) The revelation only leaves Alec with more questions than before.
Because shifters aren't werewolves, but the very idea of a Vampire clan working peacefully with anything wolf-shaped is borderline absurd to him.
Then Edward's words catch up with him and he glances across the creek, over the back of the demon, picking out human and unnaturally large animal shapes among the trees with the enhanced vision that another of his active runes affords him. That's five on-site, two next to him, and more coming? "God," he mutters before he can stop himself. "How many of you are there?"
This is their territory, obviously, and it's not like he's not used to a high population of non-humans in a place like NYC. He just wasn't expecting hardly anyone around the little nothing town clinging to the edge of the ocean.
Well. None of that actually matters right now, unless it factors into why someone would hire a warlock to summon a demon out here in the first place, and he still has no idea what the motive for that would be. Alec grinds his teeth, distinctly aware that his face has probably gone red and splotchy, and he is admittedly a little mollified when Jacob shoves the man for his troubles. Honestly if Alec survives this encounter with even a sliver of his dignity intact, it will be a miracle. "Alec Lightwood," he returns after a moment, pointedly ignoring the followup question. And the proffered nicety. "Once I put an arrow into the demon, it won't be able to go incorporeal anymore. If someone could hold it down so I can set on fire, that'd be great." It'll be holy fire, and done with a Rune, but that seems like unnecessary detail to go into right now.
A pause, as he pulls his bow back off his shoulder and tugs an arrow out of his quiver, somewhat embarrassed at needing to ask for the help. "And if someone could go distract it right now, before it finishes eating that tree."
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Granted, the younger wolves (more by time than looks) are all a little anxious, some chomping at the bit and wanting to lunge forward into attack, others nervous about what it is they’re looking at. Both Jacob and Paul and their respective Betas are being very heavy-handed on their orders to keep everyone from charging in, made more difficult because they can’t go snarling at a row of wolves behind them, which is a little more the usual battle formation. Spread out as they are, pocketing the woods with their vampire allies, it’s a very unusual setup. And all for this one creature? Yeah, doubt and annoyance and insulted pride run rampant.
Edward is more than used to the look and lets Alec have his few seconds of surprise and intrigue. Though his smile does slip into something a little charm-smug as he looks to the side at Jacob. “It’s okay, Jacob,” he murmurs, soft voice definitely edged with teasing. “He just thinks it’s absurd we’re actually working together.” Oh yeah, Edward can read minds. Jacob probably should have told Alec that. “He stared at you longer.”
Someone tell Bella to get her trolling husband out of my face!
Just because they put their past differences behind them and Jacob made peace with Bella’s choice doesn’t mean the two can’t clash on occasion. Mostly because they can still be dicks to each other, though it’s more playful banter and teasing than those hate-filled venomous things Jacob used to fling around. Edward can still needle him though. Like now. Stop trying to flirt with the guy who’s apparently crushing on him!
“Twelve in one pack. Eight in the other. Nine in my family.” Edward offers the numbers before Jacob can protest and the wolf’s ears flatten in annoyance, a quiet snarl rippling in his chest and mouth. Even if they’re working together, Alec doesn’t need to know all the details! There are advantages in the unknown if they ever need them… But what’s done is done and Edward listed his own coven’s numbers as well, so… guess maybe since Alec is the one with the experience in demon hunting here, he should be given the lowdown of what his current “resources” are.
Quite the number, hm. Granted two of the twenty-nine are still young, with Renesmee (while only 4 chronologically) still being around 13 in appearance and the youngest wolf being 16 when he phased four weeks ago. Neither of the two should be underestimated, though both remained on the outer ring of the alliance’s current surrounding web and guarded by Carlisle and Sam respectively due to Alec’s warning.
With the pleasantries exchanged, Edward and Jacob both listen to Alec’s explanation of the matter, the thoughts relayed through the wolves while Edward and Alice would assist in spreading the information among the coven. “If we can touch it, we can hold it down.” It went without saying likewise that they would do their best to avoid any teeth or claws or other sharp bits. The sudden “suggestion” of an order gets both moving and Edward all but vanishes in a flash. Jacob silently departs from the boulder he’d left Alec on, blitzing through the foliage. Another wolf, this one chocolate brown with lighter fur on his face, alights near Alec. Quil. Left in charge of keeping Alec safe and giving him a ride if necessary (which came with its own share of ribbing).
Not quite sure what “distraction” to use, Jacob did what he thought best: namely emerge from the woods and stand in the light, snarling a loud challenge at the creature consuming its woody meal. So long as it focused on him, then Alec could get a shot, right? Instinct told him to go for the kill, attack it, but no. They had to wait for it to become corporeal. Bella and Edward remained on either side of the clearing, ready to dash in and attack or distract or whatever else might be necessary in case the creature go ahold of their friend. Everyone else was in place by now.
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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.
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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. It’s like staring at the corpse of a swamp monster you see in horror movies. Normally he’s 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, it’s unnerving. Why the hell is this thing even eating a tree? The mold it’s 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 thing’s 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. It’s 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 Sam’s loud reminder and Bella’s sudden shield to prevent his instinctive desire to lunge forward and attack first. He doesn’t want this thing anywhere near him! He wants it dead! It’s unnatural! It doesn’t belong in this world! He can’t tell if it’s fear, disgust, anger, or something else, but it’s there and it’s loud.
While he is “immortal” to a degree, Jacob’s still only just 20 chronologically. Guess that’s young enough. He almost jumps out of his proverbial skin when something snaps right past his ear. Doesn’t even have time to realize it’s Alec’s arrow before the creature in front of him snaps backwards and reels in agony. It’s a picture-perfect replication of any of those movie monsters getting shot in the eye. Not that it stops it from blindly attack…
Like a band of rubber snapping, Jacob blitzes forward. He ducks one swipe of the creature’s claws and instantly goes for its throat, clamping down on the neck. At the same time, Bella—a beautiful brown-haired teenager with golden eyes and only a year older than her husband, Edward—flashes out of the underbrush. Edward follows as split second later and both latch ice-cold hands onto the demon’s front arms/legs. Skin as hard and durable as marble, they squeeze in unison, preventing the creature from digging its claws into the werewolf. That’s really all it takes before the three of them yank, fully intending to rip the demon’s head and arms from its body. If it’s 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.