[PRP] Here's my Neck, Here's my Paw (Prisca & Xero)

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There was a subtle wind, that was the first thing Xero noticed as his mind was pulled more and more into consciousness. Everything was dark. He drew in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring as he did. Something smelled wonderful, like... like... what was this sensation? The words would not come through the fog of his mind. What was this place? Somethings he felt he knew, just suddenly became aware of, others remained in the fogs of his consciousness.

Slowly his eyes opened to the star filed night. There was a painful bright glow just on the horizon. Was it a 'fire'? He winced and looked away from the bright blaze and turned back to where the sky was still dark enough to see.

His wings flared out and over his head. He looked over the membranes and flexed the tips of his claws. What was this? His long ears perked forward than arched back while he studied the inside of his long webbed wings.

While he watched his wings he was suddenly overcome with the most unpleasant wrenchinbg feeling in his stomach. He could feel the strangest twinge in the tips of his protruding fangs. Something was missing...  

[GunSniper]

Xero's long ears leaned toward the pleasant sound carried over the wind. His bright eyes scrolled acorss the ever brightening horizon to catch a glimpse of something silver. As if a bit of the stars above had collected on the planes.

Despite the elegance and beauty in the form before him, all the sight did was remind him of the painful twisting in his stomach. The tips of his long fangs seemed to scream for some action. They were for gathering something locked away within the flesh of those that did not have wings like his; That is what his instincts told him. His stomach would not unknot and his limbs would be filled with more life if only take what was within her flesh? The question somehow seemed wrongly answered to Xero, however the pain was louder than common sense at the moment.

Without second though he begun to approach the silvery star with the pleasant voice.

"I believe I do..." He responded to the call darkly, his intentions woven into his words.  

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Xero watched her frame very carefully while he made his calculated approach. All the muscles in his limbs tensed in preperation for a chase. His mind had believed that the pray before him would simply begin to run away. Not that he had experienced pray running away before, but something seemed right about the idea.

Sharp claws dug at the ground with each step.

Something inside the pray before him was what he needed, something he would have to tear her appeart to get to. Again, something in the back of his mind screamed that was wrong, but that voice he chose to ignore for now. His fangs were much longer than the creature before him, obviously this meant that he had to use them to tear into things to get what he needed.

Her question threw him off, however. Such as? What was it called that he needed? Xero's brow furrowed a bit, but his steps continued to be unhindered by the slight confusion.

That same voice that he had been ignoring sudenly became very clear. It knew what he needed, instincts had told him;

"Your blood..."

Before the words could vanish into the cool pre-morning breeze Xero lept after his pray. The rising sun was making it harder to see clearly, but his mind was too focused on settling that twist in his stomach to care. His wings extended and gave a single flap as he charged forward.  

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Xero plowed forward with as much strength he could muster. Dark claws tore at the earth as he raged forward. There was a way to satisfy that pinch in his gut and it was being difficult! The zig-zaging was hard for him to keep up with, especially as his sight seemed to get worse and worse. His eyes almost felt as if they were going to burn out of their sockets. The world around was becoming one giant orb of light with few recognizable shapes.

Than, as Prisca neared her tree, the sun broke over the distant hills. Golden rays poured over the land and showered the trees in a brilliant golden light. Brilliant for some, not for one such as Xero. In one second it felt as if the sun itself had reached forward and plucked out his eyes. The entire world lost every shape to a never-ending infernal glow. On instinct Xero shut his eyes and released a terrible roar before-

*THUNK*

Even behind shut eyelids the world flashed while a sharp pain seemed to split his skull. The impact of his skull to the bark no doubt shook the tree....

Xero groaned than growled.

"What have you done?!" He roared while his turned this way and that, ears perked forward than swiveled back.

The world was dark, his sight completely gone. And now he had a splitting headache to accompany the stabbing feeling in his gut.

Hoshi Lockhart

 

[GunSniper]

Xero's ears turned toward the increasing tone of his pray. Like a snap of lightning he turned his head upward with a snarl. His eyes tried to peek out from under their cover, however were forced to quickly retreat to escape the burning light.

"Cannable?!" He snarled.

Without any more intention to talk to this meal he turned toward the tree. This time he was careful to feel his way with his paws. Once he found the bark he grabbed on with both paws tightly. Sharp claws dug deep as he pulled himself up toward the noise. All he had was smell and sound to guide him. Follow that precious scent. He was almost there, it had to have been close.

The anticipation fueled the muscles in his arms and helped him pull faster. His wings flared slightly. Almost-

*WACK!*

Another flash of light overtook behind his eyelids and was accompanied by a surge of pain on his brow. The shock was enough to loosen his grip on the tree. Within seconds his claws were loose from the bark and the ground was harshly upon his back.

"Umph!" Xero huffed upon impact.

With his eyes closed there was no way he could have seen that thick branch in his way while he was climbing, nor that he was no where near to his pray.
Now all he could smell was the metallic scent of his own blood, which, did not seem as appetizing as the one he was pursuing. Xero flared his nostrils. The sweet scent of his pray was more overtaken by this metallic smell. What was going on?!

Hoshi Lockhart

 

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Xero's wings stretched out than folded over his face to block that obnoxious brightness from his eyes. Slowly he tried to open them again. This time he managed a mere squint, however, the membranes in his wings filtered in just enough light to where it was still very uncomfortable to have them open. And he still could not see his prey.

He growled to the chime of giggles above him. That noise seemed to embody the very essence of the current predicament.

"Tell me what have you done!" Xero demanded again, ignoring the smell of his own blood and the hollow offer from above. At least, hollow so far as he was concerned.

This brightness had to be coming from the pray. She had been so bright and colorful in the field before. Her fur had a strange glossiness to it as if those bright dots in the sky were collected there... this was completely her fault.

Hoshi Lockhart

 

[GunSniper]

Xero's frame shuddered with a low-doom ridden growl. How dare his meal tell him what he needed and deny any involvement in taking his sight away! Once again he tried opening his eyes with nothing new in results. The brightness bit at his very sockets and caused his eyes to retreat instantly behind a safe dark cover.

"You have done something! Why else would my eyes burn!?" Xero roared with flared nostrils.

He could smell and hear a bit better now, however he was in too much pain to even consider using this height in his other senses as an advantage. His head throbbed, pounded while his eyes still burned. The rage burning through his ribcage didn't help ease any of the frustration. What an unpleasant world!

*humph* Xero scoffed than added with a snarl. "Than you come down here and look at it!"

Hoshi Lockhart

 

[GunSniper]

Xero's fur bristled to the blunt mockery of the one who was formally thought as easy pray. His tail whipped around behind him while his frame shook with rage. There was nothing he could do to make her eat those words. Nothing. That thought alone made his skin crawl unpleasantly.

"You would not be saying such things if were were on the ground, my pray." Xero snarled, highlighting the last word.

He was not going to leave or give up what he had started. Soon this, whatever it was, was going to wear off and he was going to catch her. The hope of that renewed his determination, and yet only fueled that tight burning grip in his chest. The burning caused the wound in his head to throb even more. Waiting, he was coming to realize, was a pain. He wanted it now, his tight-knotted stomach wanted revenge now.

The bridge of his nose wrinkled. It seemed to be getting brighter, even with his eyes shut tight...

Hoshi Lockhart