RP:Fledgeling Hunts 101, Don't Eat Anti-Mages

Summary: The day after her Siring by Kasyr, Satoshi wanders off alone and happens upon Cuki. Rather than greet him as an old friend, she attempts to feed off the anti-mage, to unfortunate results...

Frostmaw Hunting Grounds

Cuki :: Running through the forest. Each long legged stride whips the air around the pair. One running. The other in pursuit. Orc and Human. The partly fleshless Orc only manages to stay in front of Monk. He can only catch brief glaces through the thickets. It is only the trail of death and decay that assure he is on the proper path from the start. Cuki was getting closer with every passing hour though. Slowly catching up. They burst through the bushes and trees into the small clearing. Leaves and branches whipping around behind them in chaos. Fuse reaches the far side gaining speed. However she does not disappear into the foliage. A giant tree is instead her goal. With the Monk close in tow she jumps. Legs of rotten flesh and yellowed bone push against the tall pine spinning her around back at Cuki. Signature maul bared she swings mightly at the Anti-mage. The power of disease lights the mace with a sickly green glow. A magic that is quickly extinguished as Cuki leaps to the side. His frozen plams meet with the upper handle of the mace in a weak block that sends him into a rough slide on the frosted grass. His hands burning red even in the snow at the force of the blow.

Satoshi lounges draped along a branch in a fashion reminiscent of a snow leopard, eyes half-lidded as she lightly dozes. Hanging from the branch beside her is a reindeer calf's carcass, freshly drained to the last drop and with some of its stolen blood still staining the feline's cheeks. With this snack, the newly turned fledgling has lost a bit of the savage light in her amber-flecked eyes and intends to enjoy the temporarily softened edge of hunger pangs for as long as she can. Which, as luck would have it, is just a matter of minutes as the tree she naps in gives an abrupt, violent shake, nearly dislodging her from the branch--saved only by claws embedding themselves into the bark out of reflex. The cat doesn't remain in the tree for long, however, for as soon as narrowed eyes spot the monk sent sprawling below claws release and she dashes forward along the branch, using it as a springboard to drop her neatly between human and decaying orc. From her crouch, Satoshi bristles and settles a hunter's fierce gaze on the orc, lips curling over elongated fangs as she hisses, a sound both luxurious and feral, and heavily laden with promised danger.

Cuki can not be helped but be amazed as, out of all people, Satoshi comes from no where to his defense. What a strange thing. It is quite usually the other way around. His seat upon the ground blocks Fuse from view. All he can see is that flickering tail. Fuse is smart, for an orc, she knows battle. Together Cuki and Fuse have done a great deal. Tales of the Cryomancer's powers have reached her ears from Cuki's own mouth. She might match or even win against Cuki, but the Feline is a problem. Two against one is not quite winning odds. Ideas of escape fill her mind. Filtering quickly at Satoshi's dangerous hiss and as the fellow Monk begins to stand on his own two feet. A twisted grin meets the pair. "Again soon, Nakula. This only setback." She speaks in an unearthly, echoed voice that barely manages for Common. The tree she used as a spring board is already creaking under its own pestilenced weight. Unhealth white spotted bark is meet with a mighty blow of the maul. Fuse takes off in a spray of wood. Running as the tree comes crashing down on top of Cuki and Satoshi. Quickly the monk moves to save her. A powerful shoulder tackle drives into the Feline's back lifting her from the ground as the Monk shoves them to the side narrowly being missed by the massive tree. They meet the ground roughly, or rather Satoshi greets the ground face first with the rather strong Monk on top of her.

Satoshi requires a moment to collect thoughts scattered with an unexpected tackling and subsequent flattening against the permafrost. She doesn't exactly get that moment, however, as she lifts her head with a groan and the scent of fresh blood reaches her nose from the smattering of cuts wood splinters have inflicted on Cuki. The feline goes rigid then, small frame shaking with the tension of tightened muscles fighting a quickly losing battle against savage instinct. Her frozen state lasts all of a handful of seconds before the tension altogether snaps, little feline instantly squirming and struggling in the monk's hold like a captured wild animal might--save, without the use of claws or fangs to spill more blood. All the while she's whispering a mantra between clenched fangs, "No, no, no! Let go!" The growling words are breathless as Satoshi resists even the lifelong habit of breathing to prevent more of that heady scent from reaching her. Another whiff is all the fledgling needs for resolve, even resolve to not do her beloved monk harm, to crumble pathetically. So, her only focus now is to break the hold on her and put a wide gap between her and Cuki as quickly as she can.

Cuki lets out a sigh of relief as they are spared the fate of being killed by a tree. The Human has fought hordes, ogres, undead, demons, and even stood up to demi-gods. How embarassing would it be to die to a tree? He would never live that down. All the squirming under him is a bit disconcerning however. They didn't land that hard. What in the world is her problem? He just saved her butt from a barky death. Was this because of yesterday? "I mean really. Just because I missed your wedding doesn't mean you have to..." He begins to say as he reaches over with his left hand to grab her right wrist, turning her over so as to talk properly. "What is that smell?" The smell of undeath and blood. It couldn't have been Satoshi. She smells of a flesh eater, snow, and woman. Was that disgusting Fuse still in his nose? Was it his own blood that now dripped and rain down her skin. The fresh drops of crimson dotting her neck and right wrist as jewelery. Cuki's playfully mock features disappear as he looks into Satoshi's eyes. There was something wrong here. He couldn't place it, but it was there and in front of his face as plain day.

Satoshi freezes once again with the pattering of blood falling on her. Blood. It's too soon to have the power to ignore its alluring scent. An insatiable hunger revives itself, eager for another feast, even if it's from one held dear. Eyes, once a pure ice-blue and now bespecked with amber to match the tiefling's own, widen and dilate as a gleam enters them, a gleam that casts Cuki out of the role of friend and into one of prey. Parting lips still stained with her prior meal's blood, the feline manages an odd sound caught between a bloodthirsty snarl and a miserable whimper, a hint of the feline's nature still trying to win the futile fight. And with that sound, her frozen state shatters like so much thin ice, tensed muscles uncoiling in a sudden, awkward lunge upward. Pinned by the monk she may be, but fangs still snap for his throat in a purely feral move as frail strength fights to lessen his hold on her.

Cuki pales. This was not right. Quick his free hand latches onto her other wrist. It takes all of the strength of his arms to hold her down. Then comes her snapping. A desperate attack at his exposed throat. No-no-no. This could not be. His little kitten had become a monster. An abomination to life. No more than a rabid pet turned against its master at this moment as the sharp fangs long for his blood. "Who did..." Cuki's heart was full of sadness at that moment. He thought the wedding had gone well and she had just attempted to protect him. The realization slowly came over the Monk as their eyes lock. Wild and amber they gave it all away. Sadness becomes anger and a voice of rage, "You didn't! You stupid little furball!" The total of his weight is pressing down on her torso as his knee grinds into her chest keeping her anchored down. Her hands are slide up above her head now locked in place by the iron grip of just his left hand. Smack! His right hand connects with her cheek smacking hard in the face. "Idiot!" Again a smack sounds in the forest as Cuki backhands Satoshi's face the other way. It comes under her chin holding her head still so he can stare with his tear filled eyes. "Killed yourself? How stupid could you possibly be?" By this point the Human's body shakes as if gripped by an earthquake. "After every drop of blood I shed to save your pathetic life and you become a monster? Fine! Have it all if you want!" With that he pries her mouth open only to take his palm and slam it into her fangs with all his strength. The fledgling's head is forced back as a torrent of flowing crimson is forced into her mouth. Cuki's blood, the blood of a Human, the blood of a man, and most importantly the blood of an Anti-Mage is feed to his companion to the point of overflowing running down her face and over her eyes. Harder and hard Cuki pushes her head deep into the snow, even into the dirt below. With it, as he forces her to drink his very life, is not the feeling she has experienced in the past. With Cuki's blood is not a feeling of strength, power, and conquest. Very drop instead weakens the Cryomancer. Zapping her of every promise of might given by the tainted blood. Draining her of the magic she has known since before they even met. He has given her what she wanted.

Satoshi has a vague recollection of a similar state the evening prior, held in place against the snow in an impossibly strong hold, body fighting what's taking place even as her mind carries a keen certainty. The only difference this time is that she's the one taking blood instead of giving it, and that's damn well what she's set upon doing. Fangs eagerly sink deeper into the forcefully offered palm at the same time that boots batter and tear into the frozen terrain in a futile struggling, a display of the cat's divided nature as vivid a painted contrast as the flood of crimson upon white fur. It's a slow matter, but with each drink the light in her eyes dims as a ravenous hunger is sated and dulled by the blood of the anti-mage. And yet, for the first time, his dispelling touch does nothing to ease the chill of her flesh. Just another piece of evidence to the monk of the change she's chosen and undergone. But, at least, it's not a change that's banished the feline's entire nature, as with an almost uncertain last draw from his torn hand Satoshi forcibly removes her fangs from him with what little strength she retains. Again, that unhappy whimper and the cat turns her face away, cheeks red and damp from more than spilt blood.

Cuki lets out a "tch" as he pulls away his hand away as she twist away. The still bleeding hand is pressed into his waist using his clothing and body as a way to slow the bleeding. "You have nothing to say?" He says letting her hands go and lifting himself off her. The collar of her coat is made to close tight around her neck as the Monk grabs her by it lifting her to her feet with him. The lack of blood makes his vision blur and head light, but he dare not show any weakness to her. It takes a great deal of effort and will he has to keep from collapsing on the spot, nevermind lift her up. Today had been a very long and very hard day. What was he going to do now. "Stupid...I...protect you. What can do I now?" The lack of blood in his head is clearly affecting his speech patterns as his words stumble over each other in a hardly coherent manner. Cuki had punished the Feline properly to teach her a lesson, even at the cost of own health and possibly his life. They were both weak as kittens in the middle of a dangerous forest as his mortal enemy was around but moments ago. This has quickly become a dangerous situation.

Satoshi's ears fold back to the point of being nearly lost in crimson-stained hair. Narrowing her eyes at the monk--as much to bring him into focus as out of cattish indignity at the continued jostling around--she simply repeats the only thing she's spoken to him this evening. "Let me go." She doesn't quite mean for him to set her down, because hell knows there's no way she can remain standing currently, but Cuki's clever when he needs to be and has that useful ability to pull more meaning from words than is said.

Cuki stares at the Feline. What blood he has left runs cold as the ice she shapes. He knew what she meant. Let her go. What could he say to that? Well that is if he could say anything. His tongue had quickly become like cotton in his mouth. In a sigh every muscle in his body goes limp, letting the Feline go. Emotionally and physically. For the brief moment they both still stand he looks at her with his sad steel blue eyes. Then they roll into the back of his head as he goes unconcious, folding helplessly into the weakened Feline.

Satoshi is given enough time to mutter a curse before she's toppled over and pinned to the snow yet again by the monk. Under the best of circumstances it takes the better part of her strength to make Cuki budge, so it's no small wonder the feline is soundly trapped, considering the evening's chaos that's resulted in him being half-drained and her having far too much of his debilitating anti-magic in her system. Really, that can't be healthy for either of them. But, it at least leaves the blood-soaked cat with time to muse to herself over it all. And hope no hungry beasties decide to wander by.

Kasyr isn't a hungry beasty. Well, He's not hungry anyways, and he'd certainly be insulted if he were dubbed something as simple as a mongrel beast. Whatever the case, it is assumptively safe for the hybrid to be wandering by- Ever so conveniently close due to a prior evenings business, (and a slightly more immediate bit of espionage in regards to a missing minion of a sorts having driven him to the woods just a little while ago- buuutt that's neither here nor there). It's suffice to say, however, that the tiefling is thoroughly amused at the sight of the feline pinned by the monk; probably because the gravity of the situation hasn't really dawned upon him in the slightest. "Mon Dieu, were this anyone else, they'd likely ask whether something Sordid was going on or not~ Might I inquire the occasion?" Yup, Trenchcoated tiefling in the flesh- looking happy as always.

Satoshi simply gives the tiefling a purely miserable look to counter his cheerful one, complete with drooped ears and an expression that very well threatens to be a teary one. "...Don't ask... Just, help...please?" She does, however, have just enough of her humor left to add in a side comment, "You didn't warn me about anti-mage blood..."

Kasyr lifts an eyebrow, before simply shrugging his shoulders and moving off towards the less than healthy duo, "Hah. Well. As it just so happens.." Mumble mumble mumble, "...dinnit know." Not that the hybrid is suddenly looking especially ashamed or anything. Oh no. Never, and even if he was, the tiefling is far too busy stooping down to lift the pair over his shoulders..and keep his face out of view; to really be called on anything. Much. "Trial et error. Et all that. I did warn vous to be careful.. At least I'm here now? Not like I'm ever far."

Satoshi pauses in her quiet grumbling about 'trial and error not being any fun' to glance sidelong at the out-cold Cuki. "He's probably freezing, huh..?" How she's remembered that the typical person isn't comfortable, let alone safe, in a wintry environment is a mystery, but at least she -has- remembered. "We should remedy that. ...Well, you. Because I'm all kinds of useless at the moment..." Cue renewed grumbling.

Kasyr pauses for a moment if only to once more settle down the pair. Which, did carry all sorts of inherant value- what with being able to hoist the feline around and her unable to really complain about it. Whatever the case, the point was that the tiefling has his shoulder free, allowing him to remove his trenchcoat, so that it can be draped over the monks form. Then the tieflings simply hefting Monk and mage anew, merrily wandering in the general direction of the city. Who knows, maybe the guards wouldn't spot him. Maybe. "Next time, go hunting with me, d'accord? I ...don't like the thought of losing you. Especially because I was innattentive et allowed vous to roam unchecked. I should have expected this. Well... Not this. I didn't think he'd be your type..."

Satoshi heaves a resigned sigh, adding a small, almost sheepish, sound of agreement shortly after the fact. Even if that sound ends up a bit more on the indignant side abruptly. "Not my type! Hellfire," the currently magicless mage mutters uncomfortably to herself a moment, glancing worriedly at Cuki with frequency. "definitely not. He's still bleeding after all. And I'd... rather get away from that blood instead of go near it again. Nyeh. Also... should remedy that soon too, huh..?"

Kasyr tips his head off to one side, "Well...I'm fairly sure between the coat, working as a bandaid, et the cold, he's not going to bleed out that fast. ...I'd heal him. But I can't. So, I'm doing what I can- Which es bringing him somewhere where they have traditional healers....et alot of alcohol. I'd rather not be anywhere near him et sober, in case he has to get a finger or two cut off due to exposure ou such. Tu know?" The tiefling was an odd combination of cheerful and worried by this point, the sole indication of good humour only ever coming from the hybrid when he'd glimpse at the feline, "...So, what es the story behind this, anyways? Cat Meets Monk, Cat Eats Monk?"

Satoshi said, "...Something like that?" Glancing toward the ever-approaching city then, she can't help folding her ears back again warily. "Erm... remind me to not wander off without you while in the city..? If important monks were on the menu, however temporarily, strangers will be too. No? ..This is going to take some sorting out..."

Kasyr said to Satoshi, "The benefit to you being feeble like a kitten, es that you can't really run off to cause more trouble, now can vous? So let's just hope we don't need to make a quick get-away. Oui? Though I suppose I wouldn't be above leaving Cuki in a healers care. We'll hit that hurdle when it comes, anyways."

Satoshi dredges up a bit more of her humor if only to give a wicked smirk. "We've gotten an idea of what I'll do when hungry, no~? But until then, I don't mind playing the role of weak little kitten. Gives me an excuse to curl up next to you, after all." And really, after the mammoth, reindeer, and Cuki, how soon could she possibly need another meal? ...She'll get at least half a day to simply rest. Hopefully. Maybe. But, for now her main concern is putting Cuki in the able hands of a healer, and behaving herself long enough to get in a nap before pestering the tiefling for a snack.

Kasyr can't help but smile, albeit the whole situation, "Please. We'll have all the kinks worked out in no tme. Relatively. Since we're immortal. ..The kinks that aren't fun. Anyways, The point es, everythings alright- et the worst thing to come of this es that Cuki esn't going to be cooking for a while, since he's more likely going to be huddled up in a blanket for a while." Making a shrug, the hybrid simply moves along, "Given everything, I suppose that es not all that bad. ...Though, I wonder- would tu have stopped if he wasn't an Anti-mage?"

Satoshi looks markedly uneasy with that question, and would be shuffling anxiously from it if she was on her own feet. "I'm... not sure. I don't know if it was because of him... or the anti-magic." Any further answer she might have gets promptly pushed aside then, what with the convenient arrival to an inn. Complete with a competent healer, cozy beds, and all that important stuff which would have a more creative descriptive and further RP, if we weren't all epically tired.