Allion
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The Garden (Night)
The old house always seemed to change during the night, especially when it rained. With no street lights or lights from other homes, the area outside the house was pitch black, save for the little illumination coming from inside. The trees around would sway back and forth in the wind, rustling against one another and forming long intricate shadows. The old garden with its broken crumbling fence could resemble a small graveyard at night, with its decaying plants being flowers left for the dead.
As Daniel stepped off the deck and onto the muddy ground below he would notice the rain had relented a bit, now coming down as a small drizzle. It left a cold chill in the air which would slowly permeate through his clothing. The light from the house would be enough to shine over some of the old garden, allowing him to search for his flung acquaintance. It would take a few minutes of searching, but eventually, he would find an odd skid mark along the ground which looked like it came from the direction of the house. It ended in a little pile of mud, as if something had made a hard landing and stopped right there. However, there was no little squirrel to me seen. It was unknown if she had gotten up on her own or not as any tracks she might have left were now washed away in the rain.
Its around this time he would hear the back double doors slowly creak open and a rather injured feline creature steps out onto the deck. One of her hands is clutching her wounded shoulder, her claws digging into her flesh and pulling out the small metal pellets lodged inside. Her eyes burned fiercely at Daniel with nothing but a snarl along her face as she stepped to the edge of the deck. Her hair was a chaotic mess and it would seem that she had left her hat inside.
"The Study unlocks... from da inside... Dumbass." She growls out, a few more bloody bits of buckshot tumbling out of her wounded shoulder. It would appear to be the last of it and Lucy rotates her injured arm. Small cracking and popping sounds could be heard as Daniel sees something unnatural from the cat. The flesh that had been blasted by the gunshot was beginning to crawl back into place. Her wound weave itself shut and in a few short seconds she was able to move her arm again. "There we go... Much betta. Now then... GRAHHHHHH!!!" Lucy suddenly explodes into a fit of rage, her claws fully deploying as she bursts off from the edge of the deck and towards Daniel with destructive speed. That empty shotgun would do little to impede her as she leaps at him with monstrous wrath, throwing herself at him full force and tackling him to the ground.
Daniel feels those claws digging into his arms, clutching him tightly as she nearly presses her furious face right against him, allowing him to really get a good look of the strange cat thing. Her eyes were both two separate colors, one red, one silver, and each would have an unusual four-pointed star-shaped pupil. Her mouth would be filled with those needle-like teeth and her lips were completely pulled back into a snarl. "Where da fack. Do you get off. Shootin' me?! Who da hell do you think you are?! I'm done fuckin' around with ya." She pulls herself back, exposing her rather large furry chest to the man. Her chest was divided into two colors, white on the left and red on the right. He would see her chest begin to move and convulse and right where those two colors meet, a seam begins to form. Then suddenly, her chest splits right down the middle, ripping open and revealing some kind of hellish vertical maw. The inside of her chest was lined with countless jagged fangs and from the back of that death vortex, he could see several thin fleshy tendrils slither out. They would wrap and coil themselves around his head, squeezing tightly as they begin to drag him into that snapping mouth. "Dis be da part where you lose your head now, sweet-y. BAHAHAHA!" Obviously, this really wasn't a cat, but an Honest-to-God monster.
"Lacemaker, stand down!" A sudden deep male voice yells out, piercing through Lucy's maniacal laughter. She halts abruptly, those tentacles stopping with Daniel merely an inch from losing his face. Lucy's twisted zealous face twists and sours, showing heavy annoyance. Slowly, her head tilts upwards, her gaze going away from Daniel and looking off into the darkness of the tree line.
"An' why da flippity FACK, would I do that? This sonofabitch shot me!" She screams out into shadows, momentarily stopping her murder of human.
"Because he is not your enemy. He carries the name of Miller." The voice speaks out again. Lucy blinks, her enraged behavior now deflating like a popped balloon.
"H-He wat? Oh you have got to be kiddin' me!" She spits out in disbelief, slowly looking down at the overly frightened man. Slowly, those tentacles would retract from around his neck and head, slurping back into that death maw before the whole thing closes and the seam of her chest vanishes, as though it had never been there to begin with. She removes her claws from his arms and for a moment just stares down at him, her large sparkling eyes blinking in light embarrassment. "Well then... Dis be roight awkward. Here lemme just..." She slides off of his chest, plopping herself down beside him and rubbing the back of her head. That toothy grin returns to her face, though now with a much more innocent expression.
The old house always seemed to change during the night, especially when it rained. With no street lights or lights from other homes, the area outside the house was pitch black, save for the little illumination coming from inside. The trees around would sway back and forth in the wind, rustling against one another and forming long intricate shadows. The old garden with its broken crumbling fence could resemble a small graveyard at night, with its decaying plants being flowers left for the dead.
As Daniel stepped off the deck and onto the muddy ground below he would notice the rain had relented a bit, now coming down as a small drizzle. It left a cold chill in the air which would slowly permeate through his clothing. The light from the house would be enough to shine over some of the old garden, allowing him to search for his flung acquaintance. It would take a few minutes of searching, but eventually, he would find an odd skid mark along the ground which looked like it came from the direction of the house. It ended in a little pile of mud, as if something had made a hard landing and stopped right there. However, there was no little squirrel to me seen. It was unknown if she had gotten up on her own or not as any tracks she might have left were now washed away in the rain.
Its around this time he would hear the back double doors slowly creak open and a rather injured feline creature steps out onto the deck. One of her hands is clutching her wounded shoulder, her claws digging into her flesh and pulling out the small metal pellets lodged inside. Her eyes burned fiercely at Daniel with nothing but a snarl along her face as she stepped to the edge of the deck. Her hair was a chaotic mess and it would seem that she had left her hat inside.
"The Study unlocks... from da inside... Dumbass." She growls out, a few more bloody bits of buckshot tumbling out of her wounded shoulder. It would appear to be the last of it and Lucy rotates her injured arm. Small cracking and popping sounds could be heard as Daniel sees something unnatural from the cat. The flesh that had been blasted by the gunshot was beginning to crawl back into place. Her wound weave itself shut and in a few short seconds she was able to move her arm again. "There we go... Much betta. Now then... GRAHHHHHH!!!" Lucy suddenly explodes into a fit of rage, her claws fully deploying as she bursts off from the edge of the deck and towards Daniel with destructive speed. That empty shotgun would do little to impede her as she leaps at him with monstrous wrath, throwing herself at him full force and tackling him to the ground.
Daniel feels those claws digging into his arms, clutching him tightly as she nearly presses her furious face right against him, allowing him to really get a good look of the strange cat thing. Her eyes were both two separate colors, one red, one silver, and each would have an unusual four-pointed star-shaped pupil. Her mouth would be filled with those needle-like teeth and her lips were completely pulled back into a snarl. "Where da fack. Do you get off. Shootin' me?! Who da hell do you think you are?! I'm done fuckin' around with ya." She pulls herself back, exposing her rather large furry chest to the man. Her chest was divided into two colors, white on the left and red on the right. He would see her chest begin to move and convulse and right where those two colors meet, a seam begins to form. Then suddenly, her chest splits right down the middle, ripping open and revealing some kind of hellish vertical maw. The inside of her chest was lined with countless jagged fangs and from the back of that death vortex, he could see several thin fleshy tendrils slither out. They would wrap and coil themselves around his head, squeezing tightly as they begin to drag him into that snapping mouth. "Dis be da part where you lose your head now, sweet-y. BAHAHAHA!" Obviously, this really wasn't a cat, but an Honest-to-God monster.
"Lacemaker, stand down!" A sudden deep male voice yells out, piercing through Lucy's maniacal laughter. She halts abruptly, those tentacles stopping with Daniel merely an inch from losing his face. Lucy's twisted zealous face twists and sours, showing heavy annoyance. Slowly, her head tilts upwards, her gaze going away from Daniel and looking off into the darkness of the tree line.
"An' why da flippity FACK, would I do that? This sonofabitch shot me!" She screams out into shadows, momentarily stopping her murder of human.
"Because he is not your enemy. He carries the name of Miller." The voice speaks out again. Lucy blinks, her enraged behavior now deflating like a popped balloon.
"H-He wat? Oh you have got to be kiddin' me!" She spits out in disbelief, slowly looking down at the overly frightened man. Slowly, those tentacles would retract from around his neck and head, slurping back into that death maw before the whole thing closes and the seam of her chest vanishes, as though it had never been there to begin with. She removes her claws from his arms and for a moment just stares down at him, her large sparkling eyes blinking in light embarrassment. "Well then... Dis be roight awkward. Here lemme just..." She slides off of his chest, plopping herself down beside him and rubbing the back of her head. That toothy grin returns to her face, though now with a much more innocent expression.