lonely_shadow
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She was fierce.....yet even she had her limits......
Soundlessly, the limp form of the imp she had torn savagely into fell to the ground.....its blood still staining her lips as the portal hovered before her.....
Of course she had known this day would come, the day of her Running. And yet for some reason the dark lords had favored her this day. Perhaps she would not succumb to being yet another breeding vessel for the many daemons that permeated her level of the Abyss. Certainly not if she could help it.
And while she lacked the strength to fight, not only their strength, but also the numbers she felt them pressing ever closer. She couldn't hope to match their strength, but then...what neko could? Fortunately, she had blessings elsewhere.....
She had felt the call.....nothing rare to be sure, but close. A warlock no doubt, looking to summon a familiar or an imp servant. More importantly....an escape....
She saw them then.....huge lumbering shapes drifting towards her from the shadows. As one they paused.....unblinking.....regarding her in surprise.....before the first howled his rage as comprehension sunk in. The chase was nearing its end.....and not in a way that they would like.
Ample curves shrunk and disappeared as they plunged forward.....her tall, lithe frame far too large to plunge into a portal meant for a lesser demon. The sound of succubi laughter rang in her feral ears, a tiny fanged grin crossing her face as the shifting ended quickly......mewling her triumph as she dove into the now accessible portal.
There was a rush, and for a moment she felt dizzy, barely noticing the feel of stone beneath her padded feet. If the summoner wasn't alarmed just yet by her sudden appearance, he or she certainly would be as she darted forward out of the summoning circle.....a circle meant to keep a lesser imp at bay, not one of her kind. Alarmed more still as a long taloned arm stretched threw the smallish portal....but she simply watched in amusement as it strained, unable to reach her......
Until the moment the spell ended......severing the limb instantly.
She looked down to gently clean her paws one at a time....before looking up, around her, never truly unaware. She knew she could rely on her other senses to keep track of whatever mortal had inadvertantly summoned her here. Unlike other daemons, she was hardly the bloodthirsty kind.....especially not in her current state.
"The air smells funny here."
Glimmering emerald eyes finally raised to take in her surroundings.....the voice small and very much feminine with an almost silky quality to it. Still....she was in cat form now.....she wondered how her "summoner" would react to speech.
She stretched herself.....almost amazed that the Running was over for now. She had been fleeing for days, barely evading capture. Yet she knew it had been a game to them. She was a trophy to be had, nothing more. Yet she had won the game.....perhaps had been the first to do so in over three thousand years.....
Her tail twitched with satisfaction.....both of them......the two appendages instantly marking her as not being a feline of the mortal realm.
"No....sulfur.....no....death.....almost disgustingly clean."
Soundlessly, the limp form of the imp she had torn savagely into fell to the ground.....its blood still staining her lips as the portal hovered before her.....
Of course she had known this day would come, the day of her Running. And yet for some reason the dark lords had favored her this day. Perhaps she would not succumb to being yet another breeding vessel for the many daemons that permeated her level of the Abyss. Certainly not if she could help it.
And while she lacked the strength to fight, not only their strength, but also the numbers she felt them pressing ever closer. She couldn't hope to match their strength, but then...what neko could? Fortunately, she had blessings elsewhere.....
She had felt the call.....nothing rare to be sure, but close. A warlock no doubt, looking to summon a familiar or an imp servant. More importantly....an escape....
She saw them then.....huge lumbering shapes drifting towards her from the shadows. As one they paused.....unblinking.....regarding her in surprise.....before the first howled his rage as comprehension sunk in. The chase was nearing its end.....and not in a way that they would like.
Ample curves shrunk and disappeared as they plunged forward.....her tall, lithe frame far too large to plunge into a portal meant for a lesser demon. The sound of succubi laughter rang in her feral ears, a tiny fanged grin crossing her face as the shifting ended quickly......mewling her triumph as she dove into the now accessible portal.
There was a rush, and for a moment she felt dizzy, barely noticing the feel of stone beneath her padded feet. If the summoner wasn't alarmed just yet by her sudden appearance, he or she certainly would be as she darted forward out of the summoning circle.....a circle meant to keep a lesser imp at bay, not one of her kind. Alarmed more still as a long taloned arm stretched threw the smallish portal....but she simply watched in amusement as it strained, unable to reach her......
Until the moment the spell ended......severing the limb instantly.
She looked down to gently clean her paws one at a time....before looking up, around her, never truly unaware. She knew she could rely on her other senses to keep track of whatever mortal had inadvertantly summoned her here. Unlike other daemons, she was hardly the bloodthirsty kind.....especially not in her current state.
"The air smells funny here."
Glimmering emerald eyes finally raised to take in her surroundings.....the voice small and very much feminine with an almost silky quality to it. Still....she was in cat form now.....she wondered how her "summoner" would react to speech.
She stretched herself.....almost amazed that the Running was over for now. She had been fleeing for days, barely evading capture. Yet she knew it had been a game to them. She was a trophy to be had, nothing more. Yet she had won the game.....perhaps had been the first to do so in over three thousand years.....
Her tail twitched with satisfaction.....both of them......the two appendages instantly marking her as not being a feline of the mortal realm.
"No....sulfur.....no....death.....almost disgustingly clean."
