[LAIR TASK] To Die For [Shehk]

[demon_pachabel]

She needed a breath of fresh air - not in the sense that she needed to get outside of where she was because it was far too muggy, but in that she needed fresh air. The air of Halloween was feeling muggy to her, and even a small amount of time spent in her residency inside of the Horseman's lair didn't really soothe her.

So it was time for a walk. Dogs liked going on walks, perhaps, in that way. Down the halls, off towards the not-so-familiar portal to the world of humans. She'd gone once or twice on such adventures, but maybe it would do her some good if she got out more often. To somewhere that didn't feel heavy with FEAR - as if it was taunting her.

The portal was an easy trip, but stepping through it the air smelled almost dank, rotten, dusty - she was underground somewhere, and the Pricolici actually crinkled her nose as she moved through the tunnels - catacombs, perhaps? There was a faint dripping of water, the air humid as she moved through the twists and turns, looking up when she saw the faintest glimmer of light between the stones in the ceiling. It wasn't hard to knock a few of them out as she pulled herself through the hole, before replacing the stones.

How did one get out of there normally?

Shehk's venture would start out trying to find that out - until.....  

[demon_pachabel]

They really did like their quaint little towns, didn't they? The roads weren't even paved here, just cobbled together with little sparse bits of greenery growing up between them. The buildings themselves looked just as rustic, stones painted different colors and the roofing made of thick curved tiles that looked like if one fell loose it and hit somebody in the head, it would kill them for certain.

She'd been fine until the thought of a skull cracking open hit her and the thought of blood sent every trigger in her mind firing all at once, pupils dilating as Shehk nibbled at her lower lip, breaking the skin with her replaced fangs. The almost grey-red blood beaded, a small glow seeming to crackle from it before it dripped down her chin, causing Shehk to take a deep shuddering breath and wipe it away with the back of her hand.

There were humans everywhere. A buffet. A legitimate buffet, and she wanted to devour each and every one of them. But no. No no. That would be a waste of food in one trip. Counting on her fingers, Shehk grinned widely. "Five." she murmured to herself. Five would be enough. She just needed to get out of sight in case there were hunters there already.

Ducking down the first dark tight space that actually would fit more than one person in it shoulder-length wise, the hunt began...  

[demon_pachabel]

Prowling was the most anxiety inducing part of any hunt. Finding the right meal... was a task for one who actually wanted to try the flesh. It wasn't just about FEAR for Shehk, it was about being able to actually devour something, and her insides were beginning their rebellion of impatience as she stepped carefully around pots and trash cans, peering around the corner of the building on her left to see who was walking about. Busy. As busy as a final death-walk could be, actually. Still, she knew she couldn't just walk out there willy-nilly.

Everybody was distracted and there were still too many people in this area as she settled in on top of one of the planters set outside one of the windows (unfortunately crushing one of the plants within) to wait. There was a pause as she slowly looked towards one of the pots not too far away from her, then back out into the hub-bub.

Slowly, Shehk reached out with a leg from her spot and carefully kicked the pot over - successfully making enough clatter to attract some noise. A curious face poked down the alley, stepping into the darkness to get a better look at what the noise had been about, and Shehk didn't even give the young man a proper survey before she pounced, carefully sinking her teeth into his neck.

He startled and immediately backed against a wall, slamming her up against it.

Shehk's HP: 46/50
Human 1: 6/10  

[demon_pachabel]

Four seemed like a better number, right then. Shehk growled as she was slammed back into the wall again, but kept holding onto her prey. Oh hell no. She was eating you, mr. Fleshy human man and you had no say in the matter.

So there.

Shehk's HP: 42/50
Human 1: 6/10  

[demon_pachabel]

Bracing herself against the wall, Shehk used her legs to slam the human against the other end of the alleyway, considering them for a long moment, before she crawled over on all fours to regard their limp figure. She tilted her head to one side. Then to the other. Then back to the first side again.

Finally she reached out, ever cautious and picked up their hand. It dropped again.

Then a wicked look came over her face as she put their hand into her mouth and suddenly bit down, one of the fingers relenting to the strength of her jaw and leaving her with her first trophy - a thumb. She wrapped it up in a strip of the man's shirt before shoving it into her pocket.

"Now, I guess we have a few last orders of business left here..."

Shehk's HP: 38/50
Human 1: 0/10  

[demon_pachabel]

She looked up when it seemed as though somebody had come to investigate where their brother had gone, a wide grin splitting across Shehk's face as she looked towards them. They barely rounded the corner when the pricolici suddenly lunged upon them, sinking her teeth into his neck. While clawing was normally how one tried to pry anything off of their general face/neck area, all it resulted in was Shehk biting down harder.

Which left her with two dead humans, which she considered very carefully.

Like with the first one, she carefully bit off another finger - the index, this time. It, like the first, was also wrapped in a piece of the man's shirt and tucked into her pocket.

"Quite the feast..."

Shehk's HP: 34/50
Human 1: 0/10
Human 2: 0/10  

[demon_pachabel]

Something smashed against the back of Shehk's head and she suddenly turned to see a rather elderly looking woman holding a piece of the pot she'd shattered.

Something about her grandsons....

her being a murderer.

Shehk just seemed to ponder if she was edible around her headache.

Shehk's HP: 30/50
Human 1: 0/10
Human 2: 0/10
Human 3: 10/10  

[demon_pachabel]

When Shehk moved to stand up, the woman cracked her with the piece of ceramic again, causing the pricolici to reel back, before snarling, baring her fangs at the older woman.

Shehk's HP: 26/50
Human 1: 0/10
Human 2: 0/10
Human 3: 10/10  

[demon_pachabel]

Shehk finally lunged at the woman, knocking her back into a wall, teeth seeking out her neck just as she had the previous ones. Funeral. Death of loved ones - wasn't that the kind of suffering everybody needed?

Of course they did, and it was a sweet taste in her mouth.

Shehk's HP: 22/50
Human 1: 0/10
Human 2: 0/10
Human 3: 4/10  

[demon_pachabel]

Of all things to give her problems, it was an old lady. Why..why was this....
...

Shehk felt more frustrated than ashamed, but she was angry either way as she was knocked back onto the cobblestones. If this lady was much louder, she'd attract some extra attention Shehk didn't want at all.

Shehk's HP: 18/50
Human 1: 0/10
Human 2: 0/10
Human 3: 4/10  

[demon_pachabel]

Omg wtf.

Shehk's HP: 14/50
Human 1: 0/10
Human 2: 0/10
Human 3: 4/10  

[demon_pachabel]

The woman finally went down, leaving Shehk standing there, panting with blood dripping down her chin from biting her throat out more successfully this time.

Three dead bodies. Three fingers in her pocket. Shehk took a deep breath. "Okay. I'm not ******** around anymore." she sighed. She'd just...snip a little FEAR out of this and then head back to the lair. Nice. And. Easy.

Shehk's HP: 10/50
Human 1: 0/10
Human 2: 0/10
Human 3: 0/10  

[demon_pachabel]

Ritualistic Serial murder. That was how the scene would look when it was discovered. Shehk arranged the bodies in a triangle and sat down in the middle of them, just basking in the FEAR they released as they died - from the pains in their throats, in their hands. Her marks.

Yes.

It had been quite a while since she'd felt that good, a look that was clear on her face as she lingered there, just breathing in the last of their breaths. Once the last breaths were taken, however, Shehk took a moment to drink from the wounds on each of their necks - a last taste - before she got up and went on her way to get back down into those catacombs.

She was feeling better now.

FEAR COLLECTED: 5