Dark Moon & The Lightning Wveryn

Chapter 10

Trigger Warning: Graphic depiction of gore, and peril.

Nyx Flayre

I truly do not understand this Man. How can he be so quick to accuse me of things, but just as quick to be so intimate?

I felt a rush of want and need form an uncomfortable swell of pleasure between my legs as he squeezed my neck. Aching to be touched by him.

The f**k is happening to me?! All to soon to a growing disappointment on my part and to my slight relief. Ilyon releases my neck. His eyes smoldering at me.

I hear a few chuckles at my expense which slightly annoys me.

I then feel thankful for the distractions of Windigos as Ilyon moved ahead. No disrespect to the dead. It’s just this feels unsettling to be that attracted to him.

The door chimed as we walked in after the other. It’s eerily dark with a 40 foot ceiling barely lite with cool lighting fixtures. Flickering here and there. Evidence of a struggle throughout the store. With fallen stacks and debris.Blood is heavily scented along with the all too consuming visual. I think the Unsighted expression is a “Blood Bath” definitely describes this scene. All these variables compiled together translates into an ominous look about the department store. There are 10 of us in all as we all scan the the store for the Windigo. Suddenly groups of 2 begin to disperse to start the search in the aisles. Assuming that Ilyon mind linked such an order. Ilyon motions for me to accompany him.

We make our way steadily through the c*****e. Ilyon and I step over bodies twisted in uncanny positions of agony. I then see the unfortunate sight of a Mother and child laying side by side holding hands in their final moments. From what I can tell the Mother dragged herself leaving behind her entrails in a desperate attempt to be near her child. Ilyon suddenly reaches for my hand and motions to a swinging door that is somewhat open. It was placed in a far corner and a good 10 meters away from he and I. One of the Wolves may be in a better position to engage. I then take in the sounds… it can faintly be heard a crunchy -wet - ominous consumption mixed with growling.

I squeezed a reassuring grasp into Ilyon’s hand. That I also noticed was comfortably warm to the touch.

Reaching up above me I grab a can of food and motion that I will throw it.

Ilyon approves and then points to a general direction he wishes for the Windigo to be drawn out too.

I aim between the stacks and throw with certainty at my mark which was the far wall just to the right of the doorway.

A loud bang resonates with a metallic thud. The feasting immediately stops and out charges 2 Windigo. Flaying from side to side in search for their next meal.

They are 15 feet tall and lanky. Blood drenched with a soulless gaze. Moving in creepy animation with alarming speed. Immediately 4 wolves charge out and pin them down. Tearing at the Windigo’s flesh. Clawing at the wolves and shrieking out a surreal pitch in an attempt at self defense.

“The f**k is that sound they’re making!?”

Ilyon yells out to me.

“I have no idea!” I yell back.

I then catch movement in my peripheral. Through the stack beside us I can see a third Windigo creeping up. Crouching as it moves along.

Immediately Ilyon and I share a look. Sharing the same idea.

He and I push hard into the stack causing the Windigo to be pinned underneath. It yelps in surprise at being suddenly pinned, and begins to attempt to free itself. Ilyon does something extraordinary! He phases his arm through the solid material, and grabs hold of its upper skull. I hear the unmistakable sound of bone breaking under pressure from Ilyon’s grip. As it begins to scream from the pain. I then take notice of 3 more Windigo on the far end of the room perpendicular to us. Responding to the sounds of calamity of their fallen. In the eyes I notice a look of malice & contempt that I had not seen in their kind before.

Shit.

I charge up the fallen stack agilely and propel myself for a height advantage. Shooting out a fire ball from my foot. Followed with an additional shot from the other.

This causes the Windigos to scatter. I then see the biggest Wolf I have ever seen appear out of nowhere. Standing at 12 feet.

I instinctively knew this was Ilyon’s Wolf, Araysh. I notice in just this glimpse as he pounces onto his prey the sheer raw power in his body.

Landing on the balls of my feet. I dodge the reach of my target. It’s arm darts past me and penetrates the floor way behind me. The eyes are glazed over with a cloud of fury as blood drips from its teeth. The Windigo hisses out a menacing sound. As it leans within my personal bubble.

“Oh let’s play.” I grin. Which only seems to anger it more.

I go into a spinning heel kick. Hooking into the elbow and bending the joint inwardly. Causing it to dislocate. It roars out in pain and immediately charges at me in acceptance at my invitation. Despite having a dislocation. It is moving fast with determination to kill me. I retreat into a back layout with a 540 degree twist. Shooting fire from my hands into its face.

Which causes it to slow down. I see it then pull itself back in an attempt to avoid being injured. Flinging itself to the side into a tuck and roll. Extinguishing the flames.

Odd. Unusually observant for its kind.

Giving it no time to compose itself I go in for the kill.

Ilyon Shul

Araysh flings the Windigo into another. Quickly tearing into their bodies. Blood seeping into Araysh’s fur. He is ecstatic to be letting loose. Their blood pools into our mouth. Tasting rotten and sickly hot. Their screams just fuel our adrenaline and our murderous intent. Clasping onto the head of the creature Araysh yanks hard pulling out the head and spinal column. Completely separating it from the body.

The other Windigo screams in retaliation at the sight of its fallen comrade and tries to grab us. Grabbing a hold of its torso I tossed it towards my other pack members. Quickly the Windigo is enveloped in a sea of teeth.

Araysh glances over to recheck on our surprisingly agile Wife.

I see her yanking out the heart from the chest cavity of a Windigo as it is burning from within and collapses.

I never been so turned on.

Before we can help it. An appreciative growl rumbles through Araysh’s chest.

Nyx glances over at me and drops the heart to the floor nonchalantly. She looks us up and down. As she begins to circle us in observation.

“You look good covered in bloody matted fur. Gives you a edgy dangerous look.” She smiles with a seductive gaze.

I shift back into myself which she immediately surrenders into my hold. As I pin her against a single remaining rack. Her legs wrap around my waist. Nyx has noticeable desire of an expression on her face. Just as I begin to kiss her I sense something watching other than my pack members.

My eyes zero in to the front of the store. Peering at us through the window from outside. I see a Windigo’s rotting face looming from the top left corner. Just staring at me. It’s body hidden by the wall outside.

Sensing my emotions my pack members including Vikyn charge to the front of the store. Quickly it’s face disappears from my view. Shortly afterward I see Vikyn and the others make chase.

I curse. I got sloppy.

Nyx squirms in my hold in an attempt to get down. I begrudgingly set her to her feet.

We walk over to Siirist who remained in the store. He is closely examining the lured Windigo from the beginning of our attack.

“There’s something not right about all of this…” He muses.

As if that hasn’t been noticed already to a now growing list of “things aren’t right.”

“I agree. These ones are more intelligent then they’re supposed to be. The one I fought actually attempted to strategize during battle. It’s an unprecedented learning curb.” Nyx adds.

“Alpha.” Vikyn links to me.

“Yes, Vikyn.” I link back.

“That Windigo has disappeared… “ He links in disbelief.

“It didn’t attack you?” I ask.

“No…” Vikyn links in return.

“It’s worse than that.” I say aloud.

Nyx and Siirist look to me.

“This was a tactical strategy.” I frown.