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Date: 2023-07-26 06:01 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (πŸ‘Ÿ and i'd get him to swap our places)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ It's okay. It's okay. It's just for a short time. It's just...what they have to do. It's okay.

Max nods with a jerky kind of motion. ]


Right. Yeah. If something's- if I need to, I can just...call your name.

[ She wants to do or say something else. Doesn't want to leave it on that, should give him something else because she knows he must be freaking out too, but—

But Max has to hunt. She has to.

So. Very quickly, she turns and leaves the part, claws lightly clacking on the concrete but generally quieter than hooves or Basil's current set up. And Max does what girls are not advised to do, in general, she wanders the dark city streets at night.

That never scared her when she lived in San Diego. Okay, she didn't go out of her way to—but she's walked on the beach under the pier, stayed out until the sun had long gone down, walked home with fireflies as her only light. It's never scared her before, yet now...

Now, what she fears isn't some kind of external threat. It isn't muggers or perverts or anything like that—it's that she may come across a perfectly innocent person and snap.

For that reason, she's remarkably careful. Remarkably selective on where she walks. Jaw clenched tight, Max finds herself going down the nearest alleyways she can find, fully disregarding every single city lecture she's ever sat through. ]


Come out, come out...wherever you are... [ Max murmurs under her breath. Involuntarily, her tongue swipes across her muzzle as she starts weaving through the alleys.



From Basil's perspective, almost ten minutes have passed, and Max hasn't returned. ]
zoomingupthathill: (πŸ•ΉοΈ it's you and me)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ The circumstances that Max finds herself in are, comparative to everything else, almost unremarkable. She goes looking for a certain type of person in a certain type of place, well, she finds that type of person in that place, and not just one.

That's the complicated part. But at least this time, she's aware as a human foolishly approaches her, this one with a knife. He gets a small slash across the membrane of the wing attacked to the arm reaching for him—slashing him across the chest. It isn't foolish in motive, as his goal is to stop the trance Max has his uppity, fast-talking leader caught in. The trance... The trance, that Max is so completely unprepared for. Has never once attempted. Wait, rewind, it's—

It would be very noble to say Max found a trio of twentysomethings menacing some innocent kid or a lady in the wrong part of town. But no, they're just loitering, lingering, talking big and talking shit. One of them catches the light reflecting off the bits of her body that are not scales, are instead a pastel carapace, and yes, he does shoot off some charged things that Max will not repeat, and he does start towards her with a threat to skin her like the beast she is

But even before that. The moment she lays eyes on them, a bunch of assholes who're sneering and wearing too much denim, hair a little too curly and eyes a little too eccentric but sleepy, smile a little too tight, it's a foregone conclusion. One of these men is going to be who she hunts tonight. Before the threats. Before the trance. Before one nicks a wing. Before the other throws a metal trash can at her that she slaps back with her tail. Before she's walking backwards, barely able to keep track of the lackeys as her whole attention and focus is on this guy with dirty blonde hair and a bad attitude, who reminds her in so many superficial fucking ways of the brother she lost July 4th, 1985, at Starcourt Mall.



Time continues to stretch on. Until there's a noise, a soft one normally, but for Basil's ears...? Well.

It's the clatter of two sets of footsteps, distant but quickly approaching, and notable in how quickly. They almost cover up the slower ones, one with the same general weight and sound—of shoes on concrete, step, step, step—and the other scratchier and heavier—scales, claws, clack, clack, clack—that are closer, down the hall, down a nearby alley.

They don't cover up the small gasp, though. Nor the heavy breathing, or the wince, all familiar in voice.

Max backs out of an alley, eyes wide by force and watering. She looks dazed but determined, like her very hold on her sense of self is floating away. Red, living blood runs from a small cut on her left Gargoyle wing, and she's gritting her teeth. Both sets of teeth, clenched to a soundless snarl, save for her struggles.

She's been doing this for nearly six minutes, all the while being assailed and distracted, and for a first time with no practice... That is, about, her limit. ]
Edited (wrong word) Date: 2023-07-27 07:25 am (UTC)

Date: 2023-07-28 06:31 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (be running up that hill)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Max's ear fins stretch out. Her eyes burn. Her concentration wanes. A groan builds in her throat, because she can't so much as glance away from her slow-moving target, who she wills to move quicker, even though it feels like her head's going to burst and she's going cross-eyed.

Through her teeth, she mutters: ]
No- Basil, I- I can't—

[ The young man is out of the alley too—but so are his friends. One moment, there's two blurs approaching, and the next, a glass bottle flies in Max's direction and explodes at her feet.

She yelps, and she jumps back, back still to Basil—and blinks.

The human Max has been leading shakes his head and shouts. He's a moment from backing away, a moment from charging, and it's impossible to tell which he'll do. ]


Sh- shit!

cw: ptsd, flashbacks, mentions of past abuse

Date: 2023-07-29 04:01 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (don't let me go)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ There's a moment where Max... She doesn't quite forget she's a monster. But she forgets she can protect herself. Defend herself. That she's not a weak little girl, like her stepfather would say, when the young man whose features superficially resemble Billy girts his teeth at her. Removes a knife from his belt, looks at her like he's going to follow through on his earlier threat. It doesn't help that her eyes, which have been open for so long, are watering. Her already blurry vision is shot, and in her disorientation and confusion—she's a weak little girl in over her head. Just that, just breakable.

So in that mindset, it's no wonder that the moment a vine shoots past her, she gasps. Her arms can't feel goosebumps anymore, but the scales find a similar sensation regardless, one that's so incredibly cold.

The park's fenced in. They're alongside that, on the sidewalk. Max, remembering the feel of the vines at her wrists and armpits, curling around her ankle, squeezing her neck—she stumbles back into it with a clang, just as she watches the young man she was luring to his doom who reminds her vaguely of her deceased brother choke and gasp, like she once had. Her claws grope blindly for the fence, clattering against it, and she looks not in the direction of her prey but where the threat is coming from, eyes wide and dazed.

The stature isn't right. Nor the height. Nothing is, but it's all shapes and vague colors, and Max's brain just screams: DANGER.

And wouldn't you know it, her body responds, all the cold replaced with warm burning hot, rising from her stomach up her esophagus, throat glowing brightly.

Max is, in a moment where she is not standing on the streets of Bavan, mere seconds away from unleashing her fire on Basil. ]

cw: immolation, breathing difficulties

Date: 2023-07-29 06:44 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (you're making rain)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Max still can't see much. But, though it's less than she grew used to as a Waldgeist, she can still hear. The footsteps getting closer, snapping her attention from the vines and- and it's Basil, it's Basil, she can tell from color alone, even if everything about his expression is lost to her.

And Max would never hurt Basil. She could never.

Her jaws shudder, and Max jerks her head in the opposite direction Basil's inching in.

Right at the boy moving in on Basil, engulfing him entirely. The ear-splitting screams he emits chill Max to the bone—and will become a new fixture in her nightmares, she's sure. The other newcomer yells in shock and fear, while the initial boy chokes in Basil's vines.

Max can't aim. She can barely see beyond a blur of flame. But she knows her fire's burning the boy, cooking him like a steak. And the most fucked up part? Some part of her starts to feel good.

Satisfied. ]
zoomingupthathill: (ohβ€š there is thunder in our hearts)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Basil is, in many ways, trapped watching just as the humans are, as Max, stressed and upset and fueled with such an urge to rip and tear and kill, spies the...fuzzy but general direction of the third boy, who has began backing away.

Away? No. No, that won't do.

She snaps her jaws closed, ceasing the flame, and the boy she'd caught in the blast—his charred body drops to the sidewalk. In the same moment, she starts forward, jerking her head toward the remaining humans, and reopens her mouth. Fire spews out just a little too far to the right for it catch both of them...or even the entirety of one of them. The boy preparing to run has his lower body and right arm completely aflame, screaming in horror as he collapses.

And Max...isn't done. No, a screech emits from her jaws, one that's much more animalistic than not. Her eyes are set on the last target standing, the one she'd gone after to begin with...but there's a problem.

In her state, she's forgotten that energy feeders require live prey, not dead. Energy feeder, that is what she partly is. That is what her body's hungering for...yet the hunting instincts tell her to kill.

One boy wails in agony, quickly going into shock. He'll be dead soon. The other, choking, is Max's next target. If both die, they'll have to find someone new. ]

Date: 2023-07-31 04:52 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (be running up that building)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ A noise. Max snarls, jaws pressed together and teeth bared as she turns her hazy gaze in Basil's direction. It's important that she close her mouth. She had to close her mouth, because the noise is—

Even in this state, she won't hurt Basil. Even though she lumbers forward, though her unfocused eyes glaring at him, she will not hurt him. A low grunt of resistance reverberates in her chest. She doesn't feel like she's done hunting. She can't just stop hunting.

The living but injured boy reaches out his unburned arm, unburdened with blisters and sizzling flesh, toward his living friend. He tries to incoherently call out for help, and the other boy begins to back away.

That brings back Max's attention, and she roars.

If Basil does something, he has to do it now. ]

Date: 2023-08-01 06:45 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (πŸ‘Ÿ be running up that hill)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Vines, she hates vines, and the moment they come out, Max's roar turns to a yelp. She wants them to go away—but that's Basil. But that's...Basil, with her prey...

For a good, long thirty seconds, Max's brain turns itself in circles, around conflicting instincts and urges and feelings. There's the girl, there's the bug, there's the dragon, and they're all fighting to be the dominant voice.

A growl vibrates in Max's throat, dying down until it becomes a whine, smoke slipping from her mouth through her teeth. ]


Ba- Basil

[ Her voice breaks. Her voice, which feels foreign and strange in her mouth. Sounds strange to her ears. ]

Wha- what- did I just—?

[ Her eyes pass over Basil and the restrained boy, to the cooked corpse on the ground, and the last dying breaths of the other. ]
Edited Date: 2023-08-01 06:45 am (UTC)

cw: implied cycle of abuse themes

Date: 2023-08-05 12:05 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (πŸ‘Ÿhelp meβ€š please)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Basil's voice draws her gaze away from the boys on the ground, the corpse and the soon-to-be. That...isn't much better, because it means she has a great view of the first boy. The one who provoked her, who said...horrible, heinous things to her, who instigated—but who now looks terrified, despite his silence.

It reminds her...of the stoic way Billy would—

This isn't right. This isn't...how it was supposed to go. It was supposed to be quick. She was supposed to lead him back (—lead one back, she screwed up the moment she caught their eyes—) and he wasn't supposed to be aware, it was supposed to all be...

She doesn't know. But she just knows it isn't right.

Max dimly nods, feeling something rise up in her yet again, the desire to tear and rip and kill and feel the blood run over her claws. It's dizzying, and she can't look, not at the other boys (both now dead), nor at Basil and their unfortunate captive.

All she can do is walk, mouth clamped shut to prevent any more mistakes like the last one. She hurries to the park entrance, and her heart—it's beating so much, and cruelly, she just wishes it would stop. ]
Edited Date: 2023-08-05 12:06 am (UTC)

cw: the cannibalism

Date: 2023-08-15 01:12 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (you)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ The whole walk through the park Max spends desperately trying to keep focused. Or...at least to keep from losing herself in the predator again. Feel the grass beneath her feet. Hear it crunch. Do not think about the racing breath of the boy, any of the boys, nor her trembling hands, nor how hungry she is.

Her mandibles quiver. She both does not and desperately needs to do this. When Basil comes to a stop, she keeps walking for a moment, almost bumping into the boy, who tries to jerk away one last time.

Max looks into Basil's eyes, hers fully dilated, and wordlessly nods. Every bit of her feels alert and on edge.

All she needs to do is focus on a point on the ground, and she chooses one around the boy, so Basil doesn't have to drag him any further. She feels bad enough making him do this already, the less he has to keep doing it—

Her jaw twitches as a ring of mushrooms grows out of the park grass. Basil will need to hold on tight, as the boy starts thrashing again. Starts begging, finally finding his voice again. It's directed not at Max, who he's watched kill his two friends, but at the boy holding him.

And that is, in the end, what cements his fate, as Max rushes forward and acts on instinct. She doesn't know how "energy feeding" works. Hasn't been able to wrap her head around it, even now. But all she knows is she has to—to keep this from hurting Basil anymore.

What it looks like is Max pouncing, her claws digging into the boy held immobile by Basil's vines. Except blood is...minimal. Just like scratches at the site of the puncture wounds, at his shoulders. The boy gasps and his struggling stops, wide eyes locking now with Max's as their breathing falls in sync. It's surreal, as all words just die on the victim's lips. It's unlike the hypnosis from before, though, he is clearly aware of what is happening.

But he can't stop it. None of them can anymore. Not as Max drinks in what feels like pure vitality, and the boy starts trembling instead. ]

cw: the cannibalism (traditional!), gore + death

Date: 2023-08-20 06:13 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (πŸ‘Ÿ i'd be running up that hill)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Never in her life has Max experienced anything like this before. This sensation. It's like eating with no tangible food, or...like the magic from one of the boys' games. Something washing over her, and suddenly, she feels better.

There's a light glow to Max, the magic doing its job, and the boy... He grows weaker. Soon, he's sagging against Basil's vines, against Max's claws. His face is paling. It's like draining away all his vitality, and even in her surreal calm Max feels unsettled. As the boy falls out of sync with her breathing. As she can feel Basil's eyes on them. As her head's- screaming, still, despite going through this whole damn ritual, why is something in her still

It's like a switch flips. The Faerie is satiated, but the Gargoyle still thirsts. Hasn't ripped or torn a single thing.

So Max's watering jaws open, mandibles parting, and she burrows her snout into her victim's chest, ripping away clothes and flesh, clacking against bone, tearing artery in a sudden bloody fit.

Perhaps this is the more humane end, even though it's messier. Because from the moment her fangs pierce the boy's aorta, he's gone. ]

cw: cannibalism, gore

Date: 2023-08-23 12:57 am (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (πŸ‘Ÿ be running up that hill)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ The dragon rejoices. Finally, finally, the aggressive need to hunt is satiated. Finally, it won't lash out at friends or allies, won't catch an unintended target in the crossfire.

That is all that's on the forefront of Max's mind, as blood slides down her jaws, her chest-mouth licking up anything that her muzzle and mandibles miss. An almost giddy sense of fulfillment, because she's free, at last, her brain reaches a zen calm that she doesn't think she's ever felt before. The strange sense of loss that started when the strange figure that passed through her is gone as well. Her beating heart is full, her body rejuvenated.

A piece of flesh catches in her teeth, just as she has the passing thought—and now, I won't hurt Basil

And it all comes crashing down.

With a start, Max gasps, because she recalls Basil is there, watching, keeping her prey still with his vines. And she recoils, shaking claws and trembling jaw withdrawing. The panic overwhelms the endorphins flooding her, leaving Max a mess of mixed signals. She loses her footing, leaving the boy—the body, slightly withered, a hole in his chest like—


Leaving it supported solely by Basil's will alone.

Bloody snout first, Max turns her guilty, horrified gaze to him. ]


I'm- I didn't- it just- I c-couldn't stop—

[ Sorry, doesn't cover it. Between this and the others, the roasted corpses that she left on the sidewalk.

Everything she's put him through tonight.

It would figure when she's the one with the hunting instincts, it all goes terribly wrong. ]

Date: 2023-08-27 09:03 pm (UTC)
zoomingupthathill: (be running up that hill)
From: [personal profile] zoomingupthathill
[ Out of her peripheral, Max watches the body lower to the ground. Eyes half-open and staring, mouth in a permanent gape. Blood soaking his front, from the hole she left. Blood soaking her jaws, from her own actions.

Her claws dig into the grass. While Basil doesn't gasp while he cries due to his dead body, Max does, and it surprises her. Max doesn't know if she can catch her breath, as hot tears cut through the blood coating her face.

Now, the instincts that have been guiding her all night are mercilessly quiet, leaving her just with her own disgusted thoughts.

Max can't form any words, as they get stuck in her throat and she has to breathe now, and that's just far too many actions at once. Her arm-wings wrap around her, as she keeps gasping in shallow, quick breaths and lightly shaking her head in return. ]

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