The night fell anew across the woods, already hot, wet, and dark. The sun seemed to retreat from this area faster than the others, like a woman departing a bad neighborhood. Owls and frogs and the low mourn of great, demonic wolves floated up as the daylight departed and was replaced with the moon and her consort of stars.
Below the trees that blotted out the sky like so many coffin lids, a rather repugnant looking biped drew near the edge of a larger pond that laced the territory of Diabolus Lake. The demon carried a massive nose ring in its piggish snout. This and a large, rusted, steel railroad tie were its only metal adornments other than the poorly cured furs that hung about its frame, crudely stitched together and weakly guarding his modesty. Not that he seemed to need clothes much. His muscular frame was obscured by its own little dark forest of hair. A stripe extended down his back, not unlike a skunk's, and he swatted idly at the carrion flies that gathered around. The rather threatening quills that comprised his mane rattled lightly as he knelt down on one hoof to scoop some water up, a wart-covered tongue extending to lap up the muddy refreshment as his small, red eyes darted to and fro, full of suspicion for the trees and the sounds all around.
Normally, such a monster wouldn't have much to fear from the dark woods around him. After all, just one of his quills was as long as the average man was tall, and his tresses only extended down to his rather broad shoulders. Even then, the smell wafting from the general direction of his extended rear-end might have frightened off all but the most vile of his peers.
But as a sudden weight hit his lower back like a pre-Dawn freight carrier and his lower body went numb with a bone-crushing bite that sent a sickening crack echoing through the forest like its own kind of scream, his alertness seemed justified. Indeed, there were few smells that would bother Iskra, the mystic leucrotta, and tonight her training left her particularly hungry.
In such a position, there wasn't much the other oni could do as she began to hungrily eat his steaming entrails out of his back. He lost complete control of his lower body, and the scene was nothing but filth and blood as he used the strength left in his upper body to make a massive swing at the smaller monster tearing at him. She caught the tie in her teeth and, snarling, bit down.
There might have been a tug-of-war, but after what seemed like an eternity, the light began to fade from his beady, red eyes, replaced with a hostile sort of resignation. The club slipped from the defeated oni's grip, and Iskra didn't wait for that life to completely fade before she began tearing at his chest, laughing in the haunting way hyenas do at the prospect of food, eager to get at his heart.
[ EXP: 563 || +1 TEXP (1st post) ]
( Note: Doing job hunting, so should go for PWC )
