North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Feral by Nature


Posted on January 05, 2017 by Malia Tate
North


The thought of someone simply helping me because they can just feels wrong in so many ways. Being raised by wild animals teaches you fast that nothing is free. Debts are always owed, whether it's voiced or not. The weak are left behind and only the strong survive. He's unreadable as always but I have a feeling somehow that he's relieved that I know his knowledge comes with a price. It's expected. I'm always suspicious of those that offer help for free.

He tells me that I would have a bite if I was bitten but that he believes I was born because I don't remember ever being human. I nod thoughtfully. I've never seen a bite mark on my body. I glance over myself like it'll suddenly make itself known if I have one but of course I see no trace. I don't even have bite marks from my own pack from scuffles and such because I've always had remarkable healing skills that the other coyotes could never explain. I seem to heal faster than the regular coyotes. I wonder if this has something to do with me being a Were too.

I know that most underestimate my fighting skills because of my size, probably just as many underestimate him for his species. He's a prey animal but I know from firsthand experience that prey can kill a predator just as fast as the other way around. I've seen coyotes get killed during a hunt, usually because they didn't listen to my instruction and got too reckless or bold. I won't make that mistake. I know the right parts to go for and the parts to stay away from. He may have an advantage of being big and smarter than the average horse but I'm also smarter than the average coyote and I'm much stronger than I look. Where he might think taking a few hits won't hurt much, I'll make sure he knows my true strength.

I know that I'm much more than stronger than my own pack. Mere coyotes, even the strongest male has been weak to my jaws from the start. I also know that some Weres will have strength in size but I know that my strength can compete with that of the biggest cougar or even alligator. I've killed many different species and though I've never gone up against a Were before, I am confident enough in my strength and skills to make this a challenge.

I know now that his legs will not be so easy to go for because of the feathering but I will find other more tender areas to bite. I will make he hurts. I'm quick enough to dance away from his jaws, agile enough to run at a tree to use it to boost me up to his back. Now I know enough of prey animals to know that once you get on their back, you're probably not staying long. I don't have long sharp claws like a cougar or bear but I can at least get a good bite in before I get thrown and then it's all about making the most of where you land and how.

I feel his body suddenly tense and my body reacts accordingly, legs coiling beneath me as he launches upward into the air. I feel my body get thrown upward, held on only by my jaws sinking deeper into his neck. I hold on for the first buck, using the momentum of him crashing back down from his buck to plant my feet solidly on his back and release his neck. In this moment, I use my adrenaline to look for a good opportunity and when he starts to flail his head, I launch myself off, landing for a patch of ground and hoping I get far enough away from his legs.

I launch myself off of him right before he rears up, his front legs kicking at the air. I land in a roll with a yelp, the breath being knocked out of me while I roll so I gasp a couple times as I start to raise myself back up to my feet. Right about that time, I look up to see him about to crash down, too close for my own comfort so I launch myself to the side but forget to move my tail, crying out in shock and pain as his hoof lands on my tail. I feel something crunch and I snarl, spinning back at him the moment he is standing solidly on all four feet.

I launch msyelf upward, coming up at the spot where his jaw mets his throat and I aim to land a sharp nip in that tender area but I don't plan on hanging on, knowing that he'll just try to trample me. Instead I'm aiming to make a point, wanting him to know just how quick and resourceful I am, even in pain. My tail is throbbing but I push it to the back of my mind, launching myself off to the side after launching at him, wanting to get out of reach of retaliation before I turn back and leap at his side. I aim right behind his front hooves, knowing that I won't have long here either but he should be decently distracted from trying to retaliate or dodge my neck attack so I use my speed to help.

I got to bite the tender skin behind his front leg, aiming to latch on and dig in deep, damage what tissue I can before pulling back with a quick jerk to tear or rip skin and cause a nasty pinch as I dance back away from him before he can use his hooves on me. I'm leaving my tail tucked against my side now, refusing to tuck it between my legs like a coward but wanting to keep it out of the way in any way I can.

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