Stocke dropped the human's body first to his knees, then to his side as he heard the hunters draw closer - now he curls around some of the man's many scuffs and claw marks. There's heavy bruising where Stocke snatched him out of the sky, the shade notes.
The "human" raises his head as the hunters seem right on top of him. Pained: "I - I'm not sure, I can't -"
Stocke cuts off as one of the hunters turns a flashlight on the man's empty eye sockets. The shade goes still, but all the hunter does is let out a soft, angry snarl. It figures monsters would tear out eye-sockets. After a moment, the shade continues, "I think they went that way after they dropped me -" He motions vaguely away from Amelia.
The hunters confer, very shortly. Most start to spread out in a search pattern - one stays behind with Stocke to keep the human safe.
It's only another few seconds before the man grins oddly - Stocke's just had a thought. A way to keep the hunters busy and turn appropriate vengeance on his prey without Amelia's interference.
The hunter staying behind is looking away, on guard - Stocke reaches his puppet's hands to a corner of his ragged clothes, ripping some strips free and stuffing them in "his" mouth. Then he gathers himself together and leaps at the hunter guarding him.
The man lets out a startled exclamation and fights back, but Stocke is - again - uncaring of how much damage is done to him. It's not his body. It's purely because of that that he manages to bear the hunter to the ground - his opponent has a chance to shout, " - he's one of them! In disguise!" before toppling.
There's an easy to miss dart of shadow as Stocke abandons both his victims. His prey is left to let out muffled exclamations behind a mouthful of cloth, but not to proclaim his innocence to the hunters suddenly attacking him.
Stocke, meanwhile, himself peels out of the ground just behind Amelia and suggests innocently, "Planning to move while they're distracted?"
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Date: 2016-08-01 04:53 am (UTC)From:The "human" raises his head as the hunters seem right on top of him. Pained: "I - I'm not sure, I can't -"
Stocke cuts off as one of the hunters turns a flashlight on the man's empty eye sockets. The shade goes still, but all the hunter does is let out a soft, angry snarl. It figures monsters would tear out eye-sockets. After a moment, the shade continues, "I think they went that way after they dropped me -" He motions vaguely away from Amelia.
The hunters confer, very shortly. Most start to spread out in a search pattern - one stays behind with Stocke to keep the human safe.
It's only another few seconds before the man grins oddly - Stocke's just had a thought. A way to keep the hunters busy and turn appropriate vengeance on his prey without Amelia's interference.
The hunter staying behind is looking away, on guard - Stocke reaches his puppet's hands to a corner of his ragged clothes, ripping some strips free and stuffing them in "his" mouth. Then he gathers himself together and leaps at the hunter guarding him.
The man lets out a startled exclamation and fights back, but Stocke is - again - uncaring of how much damage is done to him. It's not his body. It's purely because of that that he manages to bear the hunter to the ground - his opponent has a chance to shout, " - he's one of them! In disguise!" before toppling.
There's an easy to miss dart of shadow as Stocke abandons both his victims. His prey is left to let out muffled exclamations behind a mouthful of cloth, but not to proclaim his innocence to the hunters suddenly attacking him.
Stocke, meanwhile, himself peels out of the ground just behind Amelia and suggests innocently, "Planning to move while they're distracted?"