#grrrrrr. bite bite kill

[chayscribbles]

it's "rotating four different wips in my head but don't have the willpower to work on any of them" o'clock again

[chaylattes]

[binch-i-might-be]

I'm on the fifth episode of an impromptu supernatural rewatch and I noticed that the secondary main characters of each episode tend to be young women. at first I was like "that's so interesting, why could they have made this stylistic choice..." before I realised that I was majorly overthinking it. because the target audience for the Manly Men Hunt Monsters Show was supposed to be male nerds, not teenage girls. it's mostly pretty young maidens because they wanted to give their primarily male nerdy audience some eye candy. I'm going to gnaw through a drywall

[q1ngqve]

CW; dark content, gun kink, penetration with gun (v), slight dacryphilia

boothill and gun kink grrrrrr 😼 teases you so much when you accidentally admit that you have a thing for guns and that if it’s with him, you’d feel safe

sits you on his lap, back facing him as he plays with your boobs, squeezing and pinching at your nipples!!! his teeth would be biting nonstop at your neck, leaving red marks everywhere while he teases at your clothed cunt with his gun

rips away your panties easily because he’s literally made of metal 🤭 makes you look in the mirror in front of you as he rubs the barrel against your wet folds!!!!!!!!! cooes at you because why are you so wet for a gun? are you that turned on by a piece of metal? you know it could kill you with just a click right?

he relishes in your fear and embarrassment 🗣️ uses it to his advantage and rubs the tip at your clit, making your hips buck and you whining into your hands! to which he ‘tsk’s and pulls them away >:/ you’re supposed to be looking at the way he plays with your pussy

stuffs his gun into you without warning! and you’ll cry out in terror when you hear the safety click, the sound loud and piercing, ringing in your ears 😧 you’d grab at his wrists and make eye contact with him through the mirror, eyes tearing up as he thursts his gun in and out of you

kisses you on your cheek and tells you it’s okay! don’t worry! as long as you’re good and cum for him, he won’t shoot! he would never hurt you! you’re his everything!

makes you cum so hard on his gun, you squirt 😋 he’d laugh and throw his gun away before sticking his metal fingers into you! he wants to see you do it again, but this time on his fingers!!!!!

[dinodaweeb]

grrrrrr write more genshin content !!!!

a/n: FINE, MOM. JEEZ WHAT IF I WANNA WRITE CHAINSAW INSGEQD!PPP

Is This A Fight or Fu-

Ajax x Gn!Reader

summary: during a spar the two fo you get side tracked..!

:3

The sun’s just beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the sparring ring, when Childe tosses you a practice blade and flashes that too-sharp grin.

“Don’t hold back on me,” he says, eyes glinting like the ocean before a storm. “Unless you wanna end up on your ass again.”

You arch a brow. “That a promise?”

He chuckles, already stepping into stance. “Sweetheart, that’s a threat.”

The match begins.

Your blades meet with a satisfying clang, the force of it singing up your arms. Childe’s fast—annoyingly fast—but you’ve sparred with him enough times to know his rhythm. The cocky spin of his heel, the almost lazy arc of his first swing—he’s baiting you. Always baiting.

So you don’t take the opening. Instead, you shift your weight and knock him back with a sharp shoulder. He grunts, surprised.

“Oh,” he breathes. “You’re learning.”

You smirk. “I’m adapting.”

Childe’s laugh is breathless now, the kind that sparks heat low in your gut. He lunges again, this time with speed that makes your bones scream. You parry, duck, roll—feet sliding in the sand as your pulse kicks up.

“You sure you’re not trying to kill me?” you gasp, barely blocking his next blow.

“If I were trying,” he pants, grinning wide, “you’d be dead already.”

And then he pins you.

You don’t even see the move—just the flicker of his knee, the twist of his wrist—and suddenly, you’re flat on your back, wrists caged in his hands, body pressed down by the weight of him.

“Gotcha,” he whispers, breath hot against your cheek.

You glare up at him. “You cheat.”

“You’re slow,” he counters, and yet he doesn’t move.

His hands tighten slightly, fingers wrapped snug around your wrists. You realize then just how close he is—straddling your hips, hair messy from the fight, cheeks flushed and freckled and stupidly pretty in the golden light.

He should’ve let go by now.

But he doesn’t.

And you should’ve shoved him off.

But you don’t.

Instead, your breathing slows. The air between you thickens. His eyes flick to your lips.

Your voice comes out lower than intended. “Are we still fighting?”

His smile tilts. Crooked. Dangerous. “Do you want to be?”

There’s heat in his tone. Not the battle kind. The other kind—the kind that’s had you rolling your eyes and biting your tongue every time he smirks after training, every time he brushes your hand “accidentally,” every time he calls you by some ridiculous pet name and looks at you like he could eat you alive.

You swallow. “I don’t know what this is.”

He leans down, the tip of his nose brushing yours. “Then let me make it very clear.”

His lips don’t touch yours. Not yet. Just hover. Just enough to make your heart stutter.

And then he says, low and smug, “Unless you’d rather keep sparring.”

You don’t answer with words.

You buck your hips.

It’s instinctual, maybe. Desperate. Or maybe just bold enough to say what your mouth can’t. But the way his breath catches? The way his hands tighten again around your wrists?

He got the message.

“Dangerous move,” he murmurs.

“Scared?”

His eyes flicker, dark and hot. “Not of you.”

And then—finally—he kisses you.

It’s not sweet. It’s not gentle.

It’s war.

He kisses like he fights—teeth, tongue, tension. You kiss him back just as hard, and he moans, low and broken, like he wasn’t expecting you to match his fire. His grip on your wrists softens slightly, enough for you to pull one free and curl your fingers into his hair.

He groans at that, grinding down just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Still think I’m slow?” you breathe.

“Only in admitting you wanted this,” he growls.

You tilt your head. “And you didn’t?”

“I’ve wanted to pin you like this for weeks.”

“Liar. You’ve wanted this since the first time I knocked you on your ass.”

Childe’s grin widens against your lips. “Guilty.”

He kisses you again—deeper, slower this time. A dragging sort of heat, one that promises more. The kind that lingers behind your teeth and curls your toes in your boots.

His hand slides from your wrist to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek like he suddenly remembered he should be gentle, too. But his other hand stays braced beside your head, keeping you trapped beneath him. A deliberate contrast. A threat wrapped in comfort.

He pulls back just enough to see your face.

“You gonna let me win next time?” he asks, breathless.

You scoff. “Not a chance.”

He laughs, and the sound is everything—relieved, wild, wanting.

“Then we better keep practicing,” he murmurs.

The look in his eyes is dangerous.

And you hope he means it.

[samuelroukin]

i’m just sooo pissed off bad writing is making me this sad like god. if you’re gonna kill of the most special boy in the whole entire world at least do him justice grrrrrr biting and killing and bloodshed and violence

​i’ve written like 15 posts in my drafts and i only keep making myself more mad but literally crying over him makes me feel STUPID not because “oh it’s just a fictional character” (ok yes that too) but just because the people writing him don’t deserve the fucking vindication

[fatherforgivemeforihavesinned]

absolutely diabolical so many people looked at conan gray and thought hey lemme break that heart killing maiming biting grrrrrr

[dumpdumpbadump]

Bleh idk but here's my three swordman bois?

I'm also in love with Eclipse ahhhh grrrrrr

About the role for Eclipse, I thought about he's also a swordman and will capture evil people for money (like what Y/N and those two bois doing lol). But he's stronger and his sword is inside his chest, so that he only wears 1 layer of clothes to make it easier to pulls the sword out when in need =Đ

Eclipse can also bites the target to ded without pulling out his sword, and he's stronger enough to accident kill someone.....

In this AU, those three bois are separate hehe

Eclipse loves drinking Shao Xing wine

Hmmmmm......Maybe that's enough for today, see ya moah

[fluideli123]

Considering I'm a big Starscream lover due to analysis videos and specific fanfics (*Stares directly at Emporer Kumpkuat and megadoomingir*/pos) it comes as no surprise that I have thought of my own Starscream fics. Though, most are ideas instead of fleshed-out concepts and plot planning. So, I'm making a post to talk about all three of them, and yes, there are THREE.

The first is, of course, based on megadoomingir's fanfic Stop Me. (A true art piece, I have never in my life dedicated my entire fucking life to a fic for an entire fucking WEEK due to being unable to STOP READING and TALKING ABOUT IT and JUST- GRRRRRR.) While I do not wish to use any direct concept, the idea of Starscream's Outlier Power and World Bunner status keeps me up at night. I cannot for the life of me stop imagining how it must have presented itself before.

What other concepts of power could he unlock during death or at another time in the show? After his first universe jump, does he just continue to hop universes after each death and doesn't allow himself to get close to anyone? Does he change other universes? And if his powers differ depending on the concepts, how does this change the story, Starscream, and so much more about him and what others know about him?

Considering the idea of using different Starscream characteristics, SO much could be used and unlocked. Such as Starscream and Jetfire, Shattered Glass comic, IDW, G1, and other happenings all smooshed together. NOT TO MENTION A POSSIBLE EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE KIND OF CONCEPT??? HELLO????? I HAVE ONLY FOUND SOME STARSCREAM-CENTRIC FICS!!! I NEED MORE!!!

I have, however, tried to dive into this idea a little and wrote this:

"I'm sorry, but that was not my fault."

"Nothing is ever your fault!" The femme grit out from her denta, servos clenching at her sides as her small form began to tremble in rage. Her tone darkens, optics piercing brightly into the former Decepticon’s as his expression morphs from unfazed to brittle agitation. "And you're rarely ever sorry."

The words bite harshly into the air between them as acid would in a scraplet wound. 

Starscream narrows his optics, wings twitching sharply behind him, a sneer forms, the blue two-wheeler’s words resting heavy on his shoulder plating and digging into his protoform, his tanks churning uncomfortably. It takes more effort than Starscream would like to admit to keep his knees from shaking as he swallows down a growl. 

No one is oblivious to the sudden tension between the strangely-painted seeker and Arcee. There was so much here, so many unsaid words and unanswered questions. 

“I don’t have time for this,” Starscream hisses, swiftly turning away. “I do not have time for this–”

“Don’t turn away from me!” 

The seeker whips around, yanking his arm away from her sudden reach, wings shooting up above his head, “I am not the same Starscream who killed Cliffjumper! Do not place your grief on me!” The words bounce across the wide valley, echoing into the chilled morning air. 

Arcee’s expression flickers between unreadable emotions as Starscream takes a stabilizing intake. “I have already gone through this. Not only am I the wrong Starscream for this conversation, but we don’t have time to argue over his murder. We have to stop the Vehiacons before they reach your Megatron. If he gets his hands on this device, slag will get much worse.” Starscream meets her optics, “I cannot help you.” He huffs before marching forward toward the direction the Vehicons went. “Now let’s get going.” 

The second Starscream fic idea is an Optimus and Starscream-centered fic across multiple lives/near-death experiences. I love the familial and platonic dynamic of Starscream and Optimus, and their relationship in general, in all honesty. So, why not mix together a reincarnation AU and dive spark-first into the idea of Optimus' finding Starscream throughout their many lives because he is devoted to being the seeker's friend, for he has been used and hurt so many times. Optimus cannot STAND to let that stand by.

He cares for Starscream deeply and understands him, and after Redeem the Stars, Stop Me (megadoomingir), and Unburied (Elindae), I cannot even THINK of them not having the dynamics shown through all three stories; they are truly so well made and heartwarming as well as heart-wrenching. So, adding more to that kind of world has become my favorite daydreaming pass time.

And lastly, as on-brand as this will be for those who know my writing.

[passionsofthegods]

Apollo Meets Hebe's New Pet 😖🐺

*A small ravenous creature dashes towards Apollo in the forest. The god lazily reaches for his arrow, slowly lifts his bow, yawns, aims, and...*

Hebe: Apollo! Stop!

Apollo: (looks up and sees Hebe) Huh? (the creature jumps and bites into his flesh). Owwww! Bloody Hades! (Apollo rips the snarling creature from his arm) Ugly brute!

Hebe: Please do not kill her! She is my new pet, Wolfie!

Apollo: Great Zeus! (grumbles to himself) Of course, I would do nothing of the sort, my princess.

Hebe: Wolfie, you cannot eat Apollo. (takes her pet and cuddles) After all, he is the twin that I actually like!

Apollo: Princess Hebe, if my sister were here, Wolfie would have already been shot, skinned, made into a satchel, and gifted to you for your birthday.

Wolfie: Grrrrrr!

Passions of the Gods Available NOW on Amazon & KU!

[uncle-cricket]

GRRRRRR RARRRRTR BITES YOU BITES UOU KILLS YOU

what is this thing in my ask box

[dindjarinsbian]

GRRRRRR BARK BARK BARK KILL BITE MAIM ETC ETC

[quatraine-in-c-major]

MORE GRRRRRR YRYRGRGRRR

Lily (OOH I LOVE THE SOUND OF THIS ONE) — Mason, Chris (👀), ooh Withera

Buttercup — Vantè

Daffodil — Johnny boy, Helix, Vesker

Violet — Helodite

hehehe >:3

Lily:

Mason - Touch. Absolutely touch. Mason constantly needs to have his hands on you at all times. From the moment you see him to the moment you leave he will always be touching you. Tracing little circles on your hip, resting his hand on your lower back, keeping an arm wrapped tightly around your waist when passing through an area he knows is more prone to malicious activity. Anywhere and always.

Chris - Gifts. He constantly just gives you things. Even if they’re expensive (because, in truth, he could just summon it). If not then it’s absolutely service, doing little things around the house or running errands for you.

Withera - Withera isn’t very good at displaying feelings. But when she does it’s usually in little love letters or cooking something for you to find on the bench when you wake up. She’s really reserved but she does love you.

Buttercup: Vanté has this really subtle habit of just biting the side of his tongue when he’s thinking. He’s still not sure why. And never hard enough to do any damage (even though it doesn’t matter because he would just regenerate it anyway) but still just. A little nom.

Daffodil:

Johnathon - Absolutely. Without question. Johnno is probably the most likeable OC I have. He’s just so sweet and considerate, like. Do you really believe this man would ever intentionally hurt someone? Me neither.

Helix - Oh, absolutely not. His coworkers all fucking hate his guts, and the only thing stopping the specialists from killing him is their agreement. He’s cold and uncaring. He’ll do your fucking head in because ehe’s just so annoying and you will want to punch him in the face.

Vesker - Mixed feelings? He gets along well with his coworkers, but otherwise he’s usually pretty feared by people. And for good reason, too.

Violet: Cattleya Baudelaire’s sub VA, but like... more soft spoken.

[eternally-sugary]

Grrrrrr bite bite

KILL AND DESTROY

[the-purring-rose]

Grrrrrr I hate getting my posts flagged! GRRRRRRRRR *BITING AND KILLING*

[rottmntquotes]

Four Ferals and a Warring Warrior Scientist

“Gone… it’s all gone. Years of studying, trials and errors, and extensive planning all down the drain!”

Huginn and Muninn glanced at each other warily from their perch on their master’s shoulders, staying silent in well learned obedience. They sat still, even as the Yokai they’d been issued to- Baron Draxum -paced and snarled his dissatisfaction. It made sense to them, they’d watched their master spend a good portion of his life dedicated to creating some sort of… ooze. It was meant to help create creatures of mass destruction, ones that could be bent and twisted to follow Draxum’s rule so he could take both Earth and the Hidden City as his own.

Of course, all of it went to shit the moment a man named Lou Jitsu decided to fight back against Draxum.

He’d had moxie, the gargoyles would give him that, but it was honestly annoying and somewhat insulting that he had the gall to ruin Draxum’s plans. A bit of ooze had been lost in the process, but that wasn’t what Draxum was upset about; no, he was furious that his four first subjects had been swept away with Jitsu. No trackers of any sort had been implanted into them, so there was no telling if they’d been killed, fallen victim to the residents of the Hidden City, or taken with Lou Jitsu. Regardless of what happened to them, all three knew that they’d likely never see any of the experiments again.

“Such a waste of time and potential��”

~~~~~~~~~~

Deep in the heart of a dense jungle, where the most dangerous of creatures lurked in the Hidden City, four baby turtles squeaked and wailed as they found themselves suddenly dropping into wet soil. They struggled to scramble to their feet, wobbling and stumbling around like newborn babies. Soft babbling and trilling drew the attention of multiple creatures hidden in the foliage, though none of them stepped forward to see if these turtles would be worthy meals. All but one were barely enough to be a bite-sized snack, and the largest looked like something that wasn’t worth the effort of trying to kill.

The sounds of birdlike screeching and low growls made the babies whine anxiously, looking around for the source of each noise. Much to their misfortune, the trees, bushes, flowers, and vines were too thick to see through without a trained eye, and these turtles could barely see a foot in front of them.

The smallest turtle (a Box turtle with orange markings) whimpered and squeezed between what was now a terrapin wall, not wanting anything to do with… this whole situation. The two second smallest turtles, one a Spiny Softshell and the other a Red-Eared Slider, cuddled together with deep frowns, noses twitching frantically as they tried to find the scent of… well, they honestly didn’t know what they were searching for. The final turtle, an Alligator Snapping turtle, looked around every which way, trying to see if there was anywhere that wasn’t out in the open. Despite being so young, the ooze flowing through their veins made these turtles process and digest information much faster than any normal turtle hatchling.

Grrrrrr!

Hiiiiiisssss!

Click! Click! Click!

The largest turtle huffed, using what little strength he had to begin urging the others into a nearby bush. They stumbled and whimpered for a good while, yelping in pain every so often when they stepped on a thorny vine or a particularly sharp rock. Upon reaching a small patch of area that harbored a large pond, colourful fruits, and plenty of areas to hide if needed, the largest smiled. He started to walk out and scan the area, quite literally snapping at the others when they tried to follow.

Soft chirps and curious trills let the largest know the status of his fellow turtles, and he kept track of each sound, making sure none of them went silent as he checked for predators. Upon finding none, the Snapper huffed and trilled happily, gesturing with his head for the others to follow and interact with the area to their hearts’ content.

This was a good place, a place for them to rest when tired, play when they wanted to, hide in the open, and grow into the strongest versions of themselves.

And absolutely no one could change that.

~~~~~15 Years Later~~~~~

Draxum sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, grumbling as he listened to the incessant babbling of this new group of his. The “Evil League of Mutants” was what they called themselves; it had been awkward at first, rallying a bunch of unrelated mutants that had fallen to their unfortunate fates due to Draxum’s Oozesquitoes. Honestly, the group was… competent at best. They didn’t really work together more than tolerate and work alongside each other.

“Remind me, again, why I thought this was a good idea.” Draxum muttered to his gargoyles, who frowned with him as two of the mutants (Hypno-Potamus and Meat Sweats, if Draxum recalled correctly) argued over something inane and unhelpful to Draxum’s cause.

“FOOLS! Can you not learn to tolerate each other for more than FIVE MINUTES?!” Draxum roared, slamming a hand down on one of the barrels that resided in the warehouse the group was hiding in. He waited for complete silence before regarding the group with a sneer. “Now, the purpose of this group is simple: Create as much chaos as possible, aid my creations in transforming more humans, and help to create the largest and most successful empire that the Earth has ever seen!”

“That’s… a really big ask.” Hypno muttered, snapping his mouth shut at the harsh glare he received. “Right, cause chaos, make an empire. Got it memorized and ready to put into motion!”

“And what, exactly, do we get out of this?” The smallest mutant (a worm that Draxum couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of) asked.

“A place at my side as the most feared creatures alive, and being alive.” Draxum summoned a barrage of vines, face expressionless as the vines circled the lackeys and strung them upside down with a suffocating grip. Huginn and Muninn snickered at the sight, watching with delight as the mutants all agreed out of pure fear. “Good, now go and create more pets, and do it well.”

Each of the mutants raced out of the warehouse with anxious muttering, leaving Draxum alone for a good hour as he mused over the past 15 years. He’d wondered what had become of Jitsu, of the turtles he put so much time into; by all logic the turtles would likely be dead, unless they were taken by the movie star, in which case Draxum had no idea how they’d turn out.

“We could always search through the Hidden City again, boss.” Muninn suggested, already recognizing the look that Draxum tended to take when he thought about the disaster. “See if anyone has seen four turtles wandering around.”

“It would be an exercise in futility.” Draxum huffed, though one of his ears flicked as he thought about the possibility. “However, there is nothing for me to do while those mutants are out assisting in my cause.”

“See? We’d have time, and Muninn and I know you’re just dying to see if things have changed.” Huginn crooned, he and Muninn lifting themselves into the air and hovering around their master with devious smiles. “And who knows? If we do manage to find the turtles, you’ll finally get your warriors!”

Draxum was unimpressed by the attempt of temptation, though found himself agreeing regardless. He’d truly had nothing to do- at the moment -and had more than enough reason to get out and cause chaos if nothing else. Those Hidden City police could be fairly incompetent when they were really needed.

So, with a soft sound of agreement, Draxum opened a portal to the Hidden City, waiting for his gargoyles to return to their perch before stepping through.

What else did he have to lose?

~~~~~~~~~~

Chirp! Chirp! Chirrup!

Caw! Caw!

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

SNAP!

Silence. That’s what followed the sound of a branch breaking under the weight of one giant  Snapping turtle mutant. He huffed in frustration at his rookie mistake, though kept his eyes locked on the glowing, blue, two-headed deer that he’d been stalking for the past two days. His bale was likely getting restless without food, and the last thing he wanted was to return home with no food.

The last time that had happened, he received furious hissing, clawing, and a bold bite on the tail from his youngest bale-mate. It was a bad day for all four of them, as they’d grown quite tired of the fruits proffered by the trees in their territory and the plentiful fish that lived in the pond they drank from.

With this in mind, the Snapper waited for the deer to let its guard down and the rest of the animals to resume their twittering, squeaking, and overall high-pitched sounds that drowned out his cautious steps. Seconds passed, though it felt like forever until the Snapper launched forward and just barely managed to scratch the haunches of his prey. A loud screech of pain and terror came from the deer before it kicked at its assailant, missing by a foot before attempting to run away despite its limp.

A satisfied smirk crawled its way onto the Snapper’s face, and he hissed before chasing the deer, all four limbs working their hardest, though he was perfectly aware that he didn’t need to waste so much energy on what was now an easy meal. The chase barely lasted an entire minute, ending with the Snapper pouncing on the deer and pinning it down, killing it with one bite to both necks. His giant stature and oversized mouth allowed for him to snap both necks at once.

Once again, silence filled the forest, leaving only the Snapper and his slightly labored breathing. As he lifted the deer with his strong jaws and started carrying his dinner home, the lively sounds returned and helped soothe the Snapper with its familiar cacophony. He grunted happily as he traversed the now fully memorized path to his bale’s territory, trekking through thick brush and letting out deep trills upon reaching their usual feeding spot. A few vulture-like creatures had gathered amongst their uneaten scraps, only scurrying into nearby trees to wait for their next meal.

One by one, the Snapper’s bale-mates acknowledged his return, trilling with interest at the sight of his kill. The smallest and youngest of the bale easily trotted over to inspect what was captured. The next to arrive was the Softshell, who grumbled at the sight, deciding to wait for the meat underneath to be shown before even touching the kill. It was a commonality that annoyed the eldest, but nothing could be done to change it. Finally, after lazily crawling out of the pond and opening his third eyelids, the Slider sauntered over to the kill, instantly tearing a large chunk of the deer’s skin off, focusing more on it and grunting at the Softshell to show that his preferences were being fulfilled.

With that, the group ate in relative silence, occasionally needing to chase off the scavenger birds, but otherwise feasting without worry.

“Do you really think we’ll find anything worthwhile out here?”

The sudden voice made all four turtles jerk their heads towards the sound, both interested in and intimidated by the noise. There had never been anything able to talk in this area, nothing in the Hidden City jungle really needed to, everything relying on instinct and their animalistic sounds/abilities. Low growling came from the Snapper, who rushed to urge his bale into the nearby brush, earning more than a few whines and hisses of annoyance.

“Who knows? Nobody ever comes into the jungle, so there could be loads of stuff out here!”

The second voice only made the Snapper growl more, and he placed his body between his bale and their once undisturbed territory. Said growling continued as two young Yokai popped their heads into view, laughing and carrying large sticks. One of the Yokai looked like the large cats that none of the turtles dared mess with, whilst the other looked similar to the bale’s most recent meal, only with one head and brown fur. It was obvious that both were young, though that mattered not to the Snapper, who was ready to take down what he saw as intruders.

“Whoa! Look at this, Casper!” The cat-like Yokai gasped, pointing at the dead deer and snickering as their friend gasped and gagged.

“Jodie, why would you show me that?!” The apparent Casper asked, tearing their focus away and shuddering. “So gross!”

“Oh, don’t be a baby!” Jodie scoffed, using their stick to poke the dead deer. “I wonder if the thing that killed it is still nearby.”

“Don’t say that! You might jinx us and make it appear!” Casper whisper-shouted, looking around frantically. They gulped nervously, waving their hands in clear shock as Jodie took a picture of the deer. Jodie then proceeded to start recording the area.

“Here we have an Ornate Deer, slain by a savage beast with its remains left for scavengers!”

“It’s probably left like that because we scared the predator away!” Casper huffed. “Which means that the predator is nearby and could be waiting to kill us!”

As if on cue, the Snapper decided he was done with listening to the Yokai babble on. With a loud snarl, he launched out from the brush, hissing and snapping at the young Yokai, even as they screamed and raced away.

Once they were gone, the Snapper huffed and gestured for his bale to return, unsurprised by their hesitance. As the hesitance wore off, however, the bale remembered how hungry they still were, and returned to their feast, throwing the brief encounter to the back of their minds.

As long as nothing else had the chutzpah to disturb them, nothing mattered more than making sure they wouldn’t starve.

Unfortunately, that was likely to change, considering how the Snapper had been caught on camera and uploaded to the entire Hidden City network.

~~~~~~~~~~

“BOSS! BOSS, YOU’VE GOTTA SEE THIS!” Huginn and Muninn screeched and chirruped with excitement as they carried a phone to Draxum, who seemed more than annoyed by his gargoyles’ cheery demeanour.

“You’d better have a good reason for leaving your posts.” Draxum growled, quite visibly annoyed that the duo weren’t currently searching for the turtles as they were instructed to.

“Oh, this is a perfect reason!” Muninn exclaimed, nudging Huginn and smiling widely as they showed their master the video that had been posted just moments ago. Judging by the look of shock and disbelief on Draxum’s face, it was clear that they’d all come to the same conclusion. “It’s gotta be one of them! It looks exactly like the spiky turtle you mutated!”

“And if that one is alive, then that means…” Draxum trailed off as he processed the information, eventually finding his shock replaced with triumph and delight. “We have to find them, all of them! This could help restart the project I’ve been attempting to recreate for years!”

“Huginn and I will search every inch of the jungle! Even one brief sight of them and we’ll let you know immediately!” Muninn announced, saluting in midair and urging Huginn to do the same.

“It’s moments like these that I don’t regret having you as servants.” Draxum praised, acknowledging the happy trills he received before pushing past the moment and ordering the gargoyles to start their search. “If they truly did survive, then building my empire and conquering the humans will be easier and bloodier than I’d ever dreamed…”