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“The fuck?”

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“You don’t smell human.”

“An astute observation. I’m not.”

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Listen to Angel’s iconic howl.

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“Another Woman who can attract and possibly control Grimm?” He groans briefly. “At least she doesn’t seem to be a bitch like that Salem whore is. I think I’d be fine hanging around with her.”

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“Fuck, whatever.”

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“Shit-” It’s arrival was sudden, too much so that the Huntress wasn’t able to bring her tired arms up with her weapon to block the massive arm of the Beringel that abruptly jumped down from a building as it swung at her torso. The impact knocked the wind from Wisperer, even with her Aura flaring to protect her body. Suddenly watching the world around her blur and the Grimm grow distant, though from what she could tell two of the Sabyr she’d been fighting weren’t moving at all. At least, that’s what she thought before realization dawned mere seconds before she smashed into the wall bordering Mantle.

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Golden eyes watched the white coated Huntress cut down a few Sabyrs with little to no issue. A long blade with it’s edge lighting bright white a few times before she’d swing and send energy flying at her foes to cut the beasts in two. She was handling herself well, too, almost too well for someone he could tell wasn’t using a Semblance to any degree whatsoever. She was skilled, and a part of him wondered if he should worry for himself if he were to ever lose control while he was here in Mantle. Though the abrupt heavy impact of a Beringel landing in front of the Huntress from above would break his train of thought, surprising both him and the Hunter.

It happens in mere seconds, the large Ape Grimm landing in front of the skull-headed person and it’s arm swinging to send them hurtling back to crash and embed into the wall that lined Mantle’s border. Flinching at the sight of it, the impact even just looking like it hurt like hell. He didn’t feel any bit sorry for the other Faunus one bit, just knew he didn’t want to be in her shoes in the moment. Though... he couldn’t just let her die to the Sabyrs that were getting too eager to bite into her flesh. Not with the situation here, they needed all the Hunters they could get to handle the horde that was fast approaching if it wasn’t on their doorstep already.

Leaping down  from the wall, he rushes forward with claws extending over and around his finger tips and bone blades piercing through his forearms. Grabbing one Sabyr’s throat as it leaps to attack the Woman Hunter stuck in the wall, and swinging it to hit the other down to the ground. Gripping the back of the first’s neck to rip it’s throat with the hand in front, and  tossing the body to free his hands to quickly repeat with the second.

With the two feline Grimm slaughtered, he steps over and leans to grip at the black suit he sees through the open front of the Hunter’s white coat. Pulling with a grunt of effort to free the Woman, though he has to let go as he stumbles backward with the weight of his movement, leaving her to fall to the ground where she thankfully catches herself. Taking a breath with her freed, before he turns his focus back to the Beringel.

Darting to the Ape, he sees it rear back an arm to swing at him. Gaud swiftly drops to slide under, swiping up at the elbow with his claws before getting to his feet on the other side. Turning in the later end of his slide, he gets to his feet again quickly, swiping claws at the back of one of the beast’s knees to make it drop down to one side, getting it’s arm lower. Two more rapid swipes and he digs his claws into the elbow of the arm the Beringel had tried to hit him with from both sides. Growling out as he pulls to tear the appendage free from the  monster it belonged to, letting it drop to the ground and begin to flake away.

Rolling forward after to avoid it’s other arm as he catches it reaching across it’s body to try and grab at him. Instead using the new positioning to slice at the creature’s shoulder twice in succession, cutting deep enough to render the arm useless as it swings loosely to it’s side. The Ape reacting to such, it roars out in anger and with it’s open maw and bared fangs tries to lunge to bite at him. Giving a perfect opportunity for his hand to thrust up, sending claws into the underside of the creature’s jaw. Pulling the Beringel down, he digs his other hand into the back of it’s neck and roars out with effort as he pulls at the beast’s head.

It takes no more than a half minute of tearing and squelching before the Wolf succeeds. Separating the Ape’s head entirely, letting the body tumble lifelessly to the ground, as he spots a Sabyr coming over the top of the wall a sort distance from the now coughing Huntress. With a single strong swing of his arm, Gaud chucks the flaking head of the beast at it’s kin atop the wall, sending the feline off the wall and out of sight again. Huffing out a hot breath among the cold air in satisfaction before he turns and begins back to the masked Woman. Seeing her using her large curved blade as a support to get to her feet again. A smart use of something so big, but it made him snicker to himself even still.

Stopping beside her, he keeps his fingers clawed and the blades along his arms out. Sensing, hearing, and smelling more Grimm approaching the gap in the wall they were near, ready to counter them when the time came. Though he wondered about her.  “Can you move?” He can hear her swallow something that had gotten stuck in her throat to allow herself to reply.

“Y-Yeah, I can move in a second here...” 

Watching her in his peripheral, Gaud gives credit where it’s due, she told him a second and only a second passed after she spoke before she was standing straight. Moving her blade from supporting her weight, to being supported on her shoulder with her horned head high and tail whipping behind her. Smirking a toothy grin, not only pleased at the sight and how true she spoke, but at the amusing pose she took. As if she was trying to impress him almost, even though neither of them knew the other.

“Thank you for that save.” 

He almost responds, but the sound of snow crunching draws his attention from her, forcing his smirk to a scowl again. Instead, he grunts at her in confirmation of her thanks, before growling starts to rumble from his throat as he bares fangs of his own. Sabyrs, five of them... no, six, turning his gaze as if on cue to catch the last jumping atop some of the wreckage of the hole in the wall. Though just as fast as his gaze is drawn to the sixth Sabyr, it’s drawn back to the Huntress seeing her blade enter his peripheral and light up with the white energy like before.

Only a second of thinking passes before he reaches with his left hand to rest it on the flat of the blade and push it down. Physically tell her to stand down as he takes a breath to do the same verbally. He can, after all, smell the blood on her, the hint of iron through the sweat from both of them and the biting cold air. She wouldn’t be able to keep going for much longer if things kept the way they were, he had the better chance. Fight fire with fire and all, if your horde problem is Grimm, get a Grimm to deal with it.

“You’re bleeding at a couple points on your chest and along your right side, dumbass, go to the slums where everyone’s gathering and get looked at by someone. I’ve got these little fucks handled.” Letting his toothy grin return as he growls and lowers himself, ignoring the slight discomfort he felt from the blade under his hand before lunging to the Sabyrs ahead of them with a flick of his tail. 

Grabbing the first Sabyr by the throat with his clawed grip, he smoothly swings his arm to batter a second one to the right with the first. Just as smoothly twisting himself with his arm rearing to toss the Sabyr in his grip at the third to the left. Dashing to the same to slash down with his claws at it’s throat, nearly severing the head in one swing before he twists his arm to grab the first by it’s neck once more. Gripping by the shoulder of one leg and digging his claws in to rip the appendage from the beast and throw it to the sixth that had pounced up atop some rubble.

The Sabyr ducked out of the way of it’s kin’s limb, he expected as much, but it wasn’t even his target in the moment with the first still flailing and hissing in his grip. No, he steps to the second again just as it recovers from being knocked down, stomping at it’s head to force it to the ground again. Seemingly ignoring the fourth just beyond it leaping to claw at him, before he raises the first to take it’s attack instead. The weight of the fourth with the damage he had already done to the firsts neck allowing the body to dislodge from the neck, though not entirely disconnect, as he lets it drop with a shove to trap the fourth beneath it struggling to get free. 

Golden eyes are trained on the one set low atop the rubble ready to pounce, but he hears the last behind him roaring first. From the sound of it, pouncing at him like the one in front was wanting to. Like the sixth was waiting to, as the moment he felt the fifth’s teeth press against his Aura over his shoulder and the claws dig into the life-essence barrier, he saw the sixth leap as well. 

Reaching behind, he grips the Sabyr on his back by the back of it’s skull mask, pulling it over and tearing it off from his shoulder, feeling just a bit of a catch in the fabric of his coat before it’s entirely free. Using his other hand to similarly stop the other, though by gripping below it’s bottom jaw instead. The fourth still beneath his foot, trying to claw through his Aura at his leg to get him off. The three feline Grimm all flailing about, powerless against him getting a chuckle as he bares his own fangs once more.

Twisting the fifth in his right hand to get to it’s throat, he bites into and tears away a chunk, spitting out the quickly flaking black fur and flesh chunk and tossing the body aside to scatter into the same particles. Using the now free hand to grab around the sixth’s mask to pull, tearing it bit by bit until, as the body falls limp, the skull mask comes free and he tosses both aside to disappear like the rest. Leaving the one under his foot for last, lifting his foot from it’s head to allow it to attempt something, which it takes the chance to try  and bite at his foot. A simple twist of which would stop it, preventing the jaw from closing proper, and allowing him to add all his weight to force the head to snap, killing the last of the Sabyr for the time being.

Looking in toward the city to try and spot the Huntress from earlier, catching only a glimpse of her coat disappearing behind a rooftop in the distance. He huffs a breath, freeing his foot before stepping to the rubble the one Sabyr had perched on, and taking a seat himself to keep watch for more Grimm. This was going to be a long fight...

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A sneeze erupts from Gaud, right in the face of a Beowolf he’s got his claws sunk into the neck of.

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The Wolf’s tail curls around across his lap between himself and his legs. Arms crossed atop his knees and face rested atop those as he looks to the flickering fire he had started within the small stone overhang. Blizzard winds blasting past the entrance to his current shelter, making him shiver a little with a growl. “Hate the fucking cold, why’d the bitch have to come here first...”

It would be a long night for the man, one likely of little sleep thanks to the weather. Though unknown to him, he was welcoming the new year like this. Alone, taking shelter from a storm, cold, and shivering as he fights back against the beast being called to within him. Spurring it to try and climb to the surface and take hold of his being, to return to it’s ‘Mistress’ as she grew closer and closer to the Kingdom between them.

He couldn’t afford to let it take hold, not now, not here.

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Gaud has a jacket which is unusually important to him, something he’ll always spend the money to have repaired/altered so that he can wear it all the time when he’s out and about. It’s a long, smoke grey coat with sleeves that end above the elbows and a tall collar. The inside of this coat, the collar, the central hems, the bottom hem of the coat, and the arms from the shoulder down are covered with pitch-black fur to match that of his tail and the hair on his head.

He got the coat from a small little clothing shop he visited one day in need of a new jacket since his last one got torn to shreds between him going Feral and getting into a fight. While he was in the shop and trying the coat on, which originally had white fur, a pair of men came in and tried to rob the elderly man who owned and ran the shop. Gaud, not having any of their shit, quickly stopped the two thieves, knocked them out, and threw them out onto the street. The old man who owned the shop gave Gaud the coat as a gift for saving him, and Gaud asked if he could change the fur to be black to match his tail.

Just a few hours later, Gaud was out and on his way with his new coat, and he’s always kept it with him since.