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[NSFW] - Darker Yet (Multicross SI)

Wobbling legs carried him forward, sometimes he would lean into one of the trees to support himself and then continue on his journey towards his home.
He was still shivering, still taking the smallest amount of breath that he could to sustain his lungs- the smell of the demon was still on him like a blanket that refused to go away.
He had swallowed for what had felt thousands of time- and yet the taste of blood and vile mucus still clung to his tongue.
He perked up, hearing the gurgling noise of rushing water ahead of him, he must be near the river then.
He knew that calling it a river was wrong, the water was salty after all,
Escaping through the foliage, he came face to face with the bank of it, murky water flowing with calm serenity.
And idea came to his head, and he quickly started making said idea a reality.
Stripping down off his clothes -that was noticably harder to do due to his shaking hands- he all but leapt into the water, cringing briefly at the feeling of the muddy bottom and the cold temperature of it.
He started scrubbing himself, furiously grating away at his own skin to get rid of the red shen on it.
Dunking his head under the water, he came out with a gasp, immedieatly working in removing all the filth that had accumulated in his hair.
For minutes, that was all he did, scrubbing himself into what could be loosely called clean. Ignoring how the murky water around him was slowly being tinted red- before the current washed it all away.
He exited shortly after, grabbing his still bloodied clothes and returning into the water- were he started cleaning them as best as he could.
He almost felt at peace, just doing a mindless task over and over again- to keep his head away from what had happened to him, to keep his head away from what he did to survive.
He swallowed down the bile, it's acidic taste doing wonders in repressing away the metallic taste in his mouth.
Ten minutes, that's probably how much he stayed there, cleaning himself up.
Now his shivering got worst, but it didn't matter- give him the cold, he would take it any day over having to smell like that thing.
Wearing soaked clothes only made it worst, and having to use wet shoos was irritating, with thier constant squelching.
His head snapped to his left, where he heard a snap coming from the forest. Putting hastily on his pants, he fully turned towards the direction of the noise, slowly backing away.
His reserve had recoverd a bit, but not enough to help him- much less to fight.
A long arm, that surrected an almost skeletal hand breached fourth one of the tall bushed that concealed his sight.
The hand was clawed, with long white and thin nails. The arm itself looked as if a grove had been forced in such human form.
His stomach dropped when his brain connected the dots and came up in short order with what he was dealing with.
A Snatcher.
As if called by the meer thought of it's name, the creature exited the foliage, it's gaze landing on him.
Snatchers were tall lesser demons, with a body that looked as if it had been made out of dried up rose stems, an orange warm light filtering trough the gaps in it's chest.
It's legs were so thin that by any and all reason shouldn't be able to surrected it, much less with their stake like feets.
Dark green moss covered it's shoulders and head. The head was avian in nature, resembling the bleached skull of a raven -or perhaps a vulture- missing it's lower beak. It's empty sockets staring at him like twin pits of darkness.
Antlers breached the side of it's head, wicked sharp parts seemingly glimmering in the retreating sun, a part of it's left horn having been snapped off.
They were called Snatchers for a simple reason- their prefer to hunt young preys. Snatching away children of all races and shape, thus the name.
It wasn't his first time encountering such creatures- having fought and killed one when it had foolishly ambushed him.
Back then he hadn't even been afraid, confident in his ability of defeating one...
But right now?
He was terrified.
He didn't have enough magic in his reserve to fight it, he wasn't in his best shape...and worst of all.
This was an Alpha.
Twice as bigger as a normal one, there was no mistaking it for a lesser of it's kin...which meant-
His gaze momentarily left the creature -but still keeping it in his peripheral vision- to wonder around the clearing.
Where he could see dozen of dark forms stand still, bleached white skulls nearly visible trough the shade of the trees.
Which meant that he was facing a pack.
He swallowed, one foot taking a trembling step back-
The Alpha bellowed out a croaking roar.
And he'll broke lose.
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Gusfes, Thatguyintheshade replied to a thread you are watching at Questionable Questing.
[NSFW] - Darker Yet (Multicross SI)

Run.
Run.
Run!
That's all he could think. Like a mantra that he kept chanting over and over again, in the vain hope that it could help him.
Weaving along the trees, jumping over the occasional root, ducking underneath a branch- he just needed to keep on running.
He didn't know if he was going the right direction- couldn't even stop for a single second to think about.
If he stopped, he died. So he didn't -not when he felt his legs were killing him, not when one of the Snatchers had managed to clip him on one shoulder when it had all but lunged at him, not when he felt one of his lungs ready to collapse under the fatigue.
Never stop-keep running-can't let them catch him.
He could hear them all around him, snapping and clawing and screaming after him. He didn't dare to turn around, if he did he would die- he felt like he was going to die.
He either dropped dead, or he died by the claws of one of them.
But he didn't want to die.
And so he run, he run as if his life depended on it -because it did.
Mind numbing terror was what fueled him, what kept him going, what kept his legs from giving out under him.
He had a mouth, and he felt the need to scream- yet he didn't, a single wasted breath could mean living or dying.
He didn't remember the land marks. The welcoming woods that he had spent hours in now looked alien- unfamiliar- hostile.
His own treacherous tears almost blinded him, blurring his surroundings, his ragged breath didn't seem to ever fill his burning lungs- he felt as if his own body was betraying him, failing him in one of his greatest time of need.
A small irrelevant whisper in his head told him that this was karma- retribution for cheating death. Another majority of his mind was simply screaming about running and never stopping.
He felt like puking, feeling the bile rising with a vengeance - and this time he couldn't even stop it. Red mixed with green poured out his mouth, trailing down and staining his already ruined clothes.
Even then he didn't stop, breathing had went from hard to futile, but even so he kept on going.
How long had he been running? Too long. When could he stop? Never! Roared out his own mind- but it was a feeble roar of defiance- the last burst of fire from dying embers.
His surroundings were swimming hazily in his own head, the trees twisted, the branches became claws reaching for him, the air was hot- too hot.
He didn't realize he fell to the ground until the soil had impacted his face.
Gasping he slowly tried to move, to crawl- to keep on going.
Raising his head with dread he slowly took a look at his surroundings.
He was still in the woods, and they were still there.
What looked like dozen of trees to his mind were in reality Snatchers, slowly- almost mockingly slowly they advanced on him, converging from all sides, the Alpha walking forward ahead of them all with almost calm indifference.
His heart felt like it was bursting, his lungs were on fire, his legs didn't respond any more.
A demented wail reached his hears, and it took him what felt an eternity that he realized that it was his wail. Tears mixed with sweat slowly fell into the ground, trailing paths in his vomit soaked chin.
The Snatchers were meters away from him, maybe eight meters at best- but they kept on lurking forward, with a slowness that pissed him off.
"What are you waiting for" he sobbed out.
"You want to kill me right?! Then do it! Kill me I'm here!" his voice cracked, his scream more akin to a pained croak.
The creatures were still fucking crawling towards him instead of finishing this off quickly.
He felt hot white rage fill his veins, there he was, at their mercy while they toyed with him like he was fucking food to play with.
His face contorted in a rictus of anger, rage and spite, before he shrilly screeched out "You should all fucking burn!" stretching out his left arm forward as he did so.
Orange flames bursted out of his palm, what little of his reserve igniting his hand in flames- but little else.
The creatures backed away with a collective hiss, empty sockets focusing on the light.
Looking at his hand, feeling his reserve starting to empty once more and idea came to mind.
Holding the flaming hand infront of him, he sweep his arm into the soil all around him, clearing out a patch of dirt.
Sitting up to his knees with a hiss of pain, he started craving into the ground with a cupped hand.
He rotated upon himself to finish the circles he was drawing, rolling away from the center of it and started inscribing the symbol inside of it.
Hearing a screech he spun around on himself, arm alighted with the flames following him as the creature that tried to lunged at him retreated with a whimpering hiss.
He started to work again on the symbol, frantically craving with his nails to finish it- his reserves ticking by like a timer.
The light in his hand was starting to die, and he could see in his peripheral vision the creatures started to crawl their way towards him.
The light winked out of existence without warning, the creatures screeching before starting to run towards him, crawling over one another while the Alpha simply stared.
He felt a clawed hand driving itself into his shoulder -the uninjured one- at the same time as he craved the last arc of the symbol.
The symbol lighted up, and he slammed his hand down, feeling himself being tugged backwards by long and cruel arms
The symbol activated-
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