protohunter

[protohunter]

Chip grunted and massaged the splint on his ankle, trying to alleviate the ache that acted up at the thought of all the shit he had been through in the other dimension.

"Hell. Hell happened."

The scout sat up, clutching his calf in his hands. His vibrant green eyes were narrowed somewhat in thought as he mentally assembled all of his memories from the place.

"Once I got cut off from the rest of the party, everything went to shit. My rifle ran out of charges after about two days. Those zombie-people were everywhere, and I could swear their numbers were growing exponentially by the hour. I managed to get food... sometimes... from old stores and caches that people left around. I could have sworn I saw some weird person in a hoodie walking around with tentacles and shit coming out of his back. I'm lucky he didn't see me, because I'm pretty sure he tore one of those giant Hunter things in half-"

Chip cut off with a hiss, and fell back onto the mattress, his expression strained from the pain of his broken limb slowly and painfully healing.

"....hhhh, damn. Broken bones hurt more than I thought. But anyway, those Hunter things are scary persistent. One of them didn't seem to give much of a fuck about me, but the rest were just always pissed."

Stranded || Closed Introduction RP

[protohunter]

Down the alleyway opposite of the factory, the stench of blood and meat increased substantially. Even past the bodies of the felled Walkers, the smell of decay was absolutely awful, veins and tendrils of the virus and biomass running up and down the sides of the broken and crumbling buildings.

The looming structures also blocked most of the sunlight, shrouding the streets and narrow alleyways in darkness.

Down one of the routes, several pairs of glowing red lights moved about, and there was a wet chomping sound as meat was torn and devoured.

As the man walked, the sound of his stomach growling was matched by another, deeper growl. A pair of the red lights was close, and they were narrowed, slit pupils focused on him. They towered high in the air, much higher than those of the average Hunter, the bulk of the new beast much greater.

The Leader with the scar across his face snarled and opened his jaw.

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Back at the factory, Stigr feasted on his meat, letting his pet magpie steal a few pieces of the feast.

The buffet of rotting flesh was once again interrupted. This time, by a loud, echoing roar that reverberated with power and rage.

The blue-eyed Hunter whimpered and crumpled on the floor, clutching his head and kicking his back feet.

It had been a while since he had experienced the Voice. He thought he had been freed from it since leaving the pack.

But one doesn't simply leave a pack. It still hurt. And it was close.

His head whipped around in the direction of the sound.

The Leader. The pack was close.

......no.

The human couldn't have-

.....shit. He did, didn't he.

The Hunter jumped to his feet, and peeked out the door of his factory. He didn't dare go outside right now and reveal himself - he needed to confirm his suspicions, and stay out of sight.

He watched the other snag its meal and wander off with an unhappy expression.  So not even a monster wanted his company.  Well, fine, then.  He would just sit there on the ground and wait until he had enough energy to Jump out of this hellhole.

He was getting ready to sit down when his stomach gave a loud growl.

Damn, he was starving!  Like he’d ever be able to work up the strength to get out of here on an empty stomach!  He turned back to the departing monster, and was about to say something, when he simply sighed, shoulder slumping again.  

The beast clearly wanted nothing to do with him.  So he guessed he should start scavving.  With another sigh and a grumble, he started off in the opposite direction the beast had taken…

…and unknowingly in the direction of a pack of far more hostile Hunters.

[protohunter]

Stigr snorted. His blue eyes narrowed and he hissed lowly when the other cocked the strange weapons in a threatening manner, but stopped when the other lowered them, the metallic objects dissipating back into shining particles before vanishing with another flick of the wrists.

The man spoke in a lower tone than before, so Stigr gathered that the other's anger had diminished for the most part. With a sigh, he stood back up when the man kicked one of the corpses with his boot. Stigr padded over, and knelt down, hooking the shoulder area of one of the Walker corpses in his strong, jagged jaw. Effortlessly lifting the limp, infected body off the ground, he turned around and carried it back to the factory, trotting with the rotting meat like a dog carrying a fresh kill.

The human could do whatever he pleased - Stigr didn't really care anymore, now that he proved nonhostile and there was food to be had.

He might not have understood the words, exactly, but the body language was more than enough to tell him he was being sassed.  His ears lowered again as he glared down at the other.  ”You know, I’ve still got plenty of ammo.”  There was a loud, ominous KA-CHAK from both weapons as he primed them with a deadpan expression.  

Then his shoulders slumped, and the weapons vanished in much the same manner as they had appeared.  ”Aww, what’s the point?  You haven’t tried to take a chunk out of me yet.”  He leapt from the fire escape and landed on the ground near the Hunter, before going to investigate the corpses.  He nudged one with a boot.  ”Eugh, they reek.  So this is what the Walkers look like.”

He knew a little bit about what sorts of things roamed NYZ, but not much; he’d only ever been here on brief visits, and never in a Red Zone.

He turned back to the beast.  ”I’m still not going anywhere until I have enough energy to, so you might as well get used to me.”

[protohunter]

Stigr watched with interest as the other noticed the advancing Walkers approaching. He wondered how this weird human would react to seeing them-

And he had to admit he was not expecting the guns.

The weapons suddenly came into being, the only warning being the swift and short arcing motions of the man's wrists. Stigr leaned back slightly, no longer sure if the human was indeed off of his 'threatening' list.

The other killed all of the remaining undead corpses within seconds, with a cold and brutal efficiency. How clean and quick they all just fell to the ground was almost scary, if Stigr wasn't accustomed to an atmosphere of death on a daily basis. But, it was still intimidating, and made him regard the man in a slightly more cautious light.

With all the Walkers dispatched, the Hunter sighed and sat back down, still refusing to leave. When the other commented to him from the broken fire escape, the Hunter snorted.

"Stigr just not stupid enough to make lots of loud noise in Red Zone."

If the human was going to be sassy, he would sass back. Even if the human couldn't understand him.

Oh, great.  Unwanted company.  He whirled on the sounds, his lips peeling back from his teeth in a dog-like snarl.  Then he summoned his arrowguns with two swift, angry motions.

"You picked a bad time, you zombies!"  And he let loose with a hail of the energy projectiles, taking down the advancing walkers with shots to the head.  Every shot was a bullseye, and he backed up slightly, before glancing to one side.  He could see a partially destroyed fire escape that looked like a likely sniper’s nest.  

He took out a few more of the shambling creatures, and then ran at the wall— then up it, running like he was running on flat ground.  He jumped and landed on the blasted, twisted fire escape, it groaned and shook ominously…

…but held his weight.  He took aim and started picking them off as they appeared, cool and collected now, and feeling more than a little better about things.  It was good to take his anger out, to get to his Zen place with his marksmanship.

One final shot and it was over, the last undead abomination falling dead on its back.  He lowered the weapons and glanced over at the beast.  ”Should have told me there were zombies.  That would have been useful information to have.”

[protohunter]

Stigr immediately made a disgusted face when the other said the word 'dinner'.

"Stigr not eat HUMANS. Stigr only eat-"

A distant gurgling growl interrupted his twisted speech, and Stigr sighed, the sound akin to a tire deflating.

Welp. Guess the man would see for himself.

The loud and foreign noise of the man yelling, coupled with the previous explosion, had attracted the attention of the Walkers in the near vicinity, and the undead virus-ridden corpses came shambling around corners and through alleyways toward the source of the noise.

Stigr stood back up on all fours, a steady hum of a growl building in his chest as they approached. Dammit this was the second time a 'visitor' had brought unwanted company to his doorstep. He didn't object to free food, but it was a huge pain in the ass to have to take out a horde all at once.

One of the Walkers came from the alleyway behind them, and Stigr didn't hesitate to swat it with one hand. The claws ripped straight through the rotted flesh, taking the Walker's head off and felling it instantly. He huffed, and turned to look back at the rest of the undead. They were farther away, but getting closer at a decent pace.

"That’s much better."  His tone was flat, no longer yelling.  He turned his back on the beast, whether in arrogance or in ignorance was unclear.  He tried to think of what to do next.  Where to go?  It would take him a little bit to get the energy necessary to Jump again, so it seemed he was stuck here.

At least for now.

He turned back to the creature, and regarded it with a narrowed gaze.  ”Looks like you’re stuck with me for a bit, like it or not.  And no funny business— I’m not as helpless as I look, and I’m not dinner.”

[protohunter]

The Hunter regarded him, one nostril wrinkled in an expression of mild annoyance. The tiny human certainly had a large pair of lungs if he could spout that much hot air.

Stigr snorted. He could smell the brewing insanity, and wasn't terribly bothered by it. Even an angry human wasn't on his 'threatening' list until they had armor or a weapon in their hands.

But this one didn't have either, and had yet to pull one on him. So he decided to humor the angry human. For now.

So, with a glare, he sat back on his haunches, eyes never leaving the man.

He didn't advance. He didn't attack. He didn't even growl.

He just sat.

Well, that didn’t sound too friendly.  But goddammit, it wasn’t his fault he’d wound up here!  He was lost, he was alone, and everyone he’d known was gone, as far as he could tell.  It was all just too much to take- he lost his temper.

His pupil contracted into a razor thin slit as he bared his teeth at the menacing creature.  His long, pointed ears laid straight back in a manner clearly indicating ire, and his one remaining eye seemed to burn with an unholy anger.

"Now you listen here, I didn’t mean to show up here!  You think I’d come to this place on purpose?!  It was an accident, okay, an ac-ci-dent!  Do you comprende?!" He ranted at the beast.  He was far from imposing at a rather diminutive 5’6", but he radiated pure anger.  And something darker, just beneath it.

The stink of madness.

"So you can either back up and let me figure out how to get out of this mess, or I can make your insides outsides!  I’ll do it!"  His ranting at an end, he stood his ground, panting slightly, hands fists at his sides.

[protohunter]

Stigr ever gets worry when that droid gone missing for a wile?

The Hunter huffed.

"Tin can always running off somewhere. Stigr can’t keep rust bucket in factory den all the time. Infected mostly ignore tin can anyways, unless tin can make noise - then tin can run back to Stigr."

[protohunter]

The sound of the voice was more than enough to get Stigr's attention. The Hunter's sunken iris slid over to look at the human-sized form on the pavement, half-concealed by a nearby dumpster. Stigr had almost missed him, but the congregation of the new scent in his direction was enough to determine that the other was the reason for the explosion and the cloying scent of rotten flesh mixed with the unknown odor.

The Hunter growled and took deliberate, threatening steps forward, getting within pouncing range, but not any further than that, stopping and glaring firmly. Even from about 15 feet away and on all fours, the Hunter clearly towered over him by about a meter or more.

On closer inspection, the Hunter was more... humanoid than one would expect. The bent limbs, which were designed for powerful jumping and speed, still gave the odd sense that they were meant for a bipedal creature rather than a quadruped. The claws were long and wicked-looking, but they were attached to what looked almost like hands, albeit with a lower number of fingers. Even the eyes were strange - the irises were round and a bright, clear blue.

Stigr hissed once, hackles raising like a disturbed feral cat. He spat out a few short lines in Infected tongue. A warning.

"Human stink. Human cause damage. LEAVE."

Well, that hadn’t gone as expected.  He’d meant to go somewhere else entirely, but even a veteran ripper like himself was prone to mistakes once in a while.  He was dazed for a few long moments before he got his bearings back— 

—and an all too familiar reek hit his nostrils.  He made a face, single remaining eye narrowing, as he recognized it.  He groaned and looked around.  NYZ- and a Red Zone, by the look of things.  He’d heard there were nasty monsters here, but maybe he’d get lucky and not run into any.

Yeah, right.

He sensed something behind him, and turned around slowly, to come face to face with a—

…what was it exactly?

He blinked.  It looked almost like a Dimension Ripper Beast, but runty.  And.. it had eyes.  And no heat sensing organs, that he could see.  No, its mottled hide was relatively smooth.  But those claws looked pretty deadly… and as far as he could gauge its flat nosed expression, it didn’t seem too happy, either…

"Uh…. nice creature…"

[protohunter]

"Stigr pal!!!! Where ya been!" The merchant bro hugs the hunter

The Hunter regarded the tiny merchant, and flinched when the other hugged him. The Hunter proceeded to gently - yet firmly - push the other away, holding him out at arm’s length. And given the size difference between the Hunter and the man, that was about the length of two full-grown adults end to end.

Stigr growled quietly, trying to reinforce the ‘no touch’ policy. The other clearly didn’t mean him harm - but he still wasn’t fond of physical contact.

[protohunter]

-Little Rust bucket comes in with bloody human skull on it's head like a hat, for Halloween theme.- <3 :D

Stigr jumped back in alarm.

How did-

Where-

….

He didn’t want to know where the skull came from, or what the little tin can did to acquire it.

He simply picked it up and quickly hid it somewhere the bot wouldn’t see (or likely find) it ever again.

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((om G GREEN I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER Dx THIS GOT BURIED IN MY ASKBOX))

[protohunter]

*throws seeds to the ground* (figure your birdy friend would be hungry)

The magpie swooped down and started happily gobbling the food, as well as whatever passing insects were nearby.

The bird accepted the food graciously, and chirped, pleased.

[protohunter]

That's a cute little family you got there Hunter.

"….Fa-mil-eee…?"

The Hunter didn’t understand that word.

[protohunter]

Are humans taster than the ones fully mutated in the infection?

"Stigr not eat humans. Stigr only eat Infected. Stigr NOT killer."

[protohunter]

*K-SHOOOM*

*SKRIIEEEEEEEEK*

With a yelp, the Hunter was unexpectedly thrown off of his feet, the force of the detonation outside enough to fling him away from the wall he was leaning against. Stigr landed rather uncomfortably - facefirst - into a pile of his own junk, now feeling all the little sharp edges and corners of his amassed collections of random detritus. With a muffled snarl, the half-buried beast clawed his way back out of the junk pile, and shook his head back and forth.

Whatever the hell that shockwave had been, it had been very close, and very strong. It had caused the foundation of the old factor to quake slightly, raining bits of debris.

Growling, the Hunter paced over to the open doorway of the factory, and the beast looked around outside.

A strange smell hit his flat nostrils.

It smelled like old, rotting flesh, but it wasn't infected with the all-present virus. It stank of death and gangreen, as if an ancient zombie had reanimated in the near vicinity. There was... something else he couldn't identify.

His blue irises swept back and forth, searching for the source of the stench. He had trouble singling out the source - it was like the force of the explosion had thrown the scent everywhere.

Or it was right on top of him.

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[protohunter]

Eventually

Stigr sat on the rooftop near the abandoned factory that was his home and lair. He had carved the den out of the concrete wall himself, using the very claws that were digging furrows into the bricks of the apartment building as he clenched and relaxed his digits in deep thought.

The Hunter couldn't place it, but he had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. As if he had eaten something bad the previous night, and it was taking its slow, creeping revenge up his throat.

Stigr had this odd sense that his time was limited, as if he were on a timer and it was continually ticking closer to his end.

He already knew he was running the clock. His former Pack would come looking for him eventually. This factory he had claimed lay at the outskirts of their land, and they would come when they wanted to expand. As much as he loved his little hovel, the Hunter couldn't hope to match four members of a strong Pack as well as its Leader. Lone Hunters do not survive - it was a simple fact, and he could easily understand it.

But it was something more than that. He felt like an hourglass that had a hole cut from the side of the top half, the sand leaking out much faster than he thought it really was. What really unnerved him, though, was that he couldn't fathom why. If he knew them well, the Pack would take their time, gathering their strength until they could assure their advance to drive him out - or kill him - would be a successful one.

So why did he feel so uneasy?

[protohunter]

//sigh

((Not sure what to do with this blog anymore.

I have a few questions, but not much motivation to answer them, and nobody I made friends with is really around. If I'm completely honest with myself, I'm actually afraid to try to contact them again because I feel like they don't want to talk to me or do an RP or anything...

...//sigh

I just really miss chatting with some of my buddies here.

Stigr misses you, too <3

*Hunter hug*

~Mystic))