Jack and Misty had been roaming for hours. The temperature had dropped from near 100 to 50 in only a few hours. They were in Australia now, looking for kishins to kill. Soul and Maka were here to along with Liz, Patti, Kid, Black*Star and Tsubaki. They had each taken different areas of the continent to explore. Black*Star and Tsubaki were the closest Jack felt, being 50 miles away. "Feel anything?" Misty uttered softly, coming to a hault.
Jack stopped as well and looked around. It was near pitch black out here except for the silver gleam of the moon. Jack narrowed her eyes and tipped back her hat, surveying the area. "Yea, Ah do. But it's weak..." Jack said, beginning to walk around again. "Come on...we gotta keep movin'." Misty followed her, lifting up her long bangs that hung down to her nose up so she look around better. Her eyes gave her a kind of night-vision view. She couldn't really make out what anything was, but she was able to see their wavelengths. Some were scampering on the ground, they were probably mice or some coyotes...were coyotes in Australia or was that dingos? She didn't know and she didn't care. Their souls were small, nothing a kishin would eat even if it was starving. Animal souls weren't worth eating, you'd just get a horrible upset stomach, barf a little and maybe get rabies of the soul. It wasn't like madness, rabies of the soul messed with your perception of others souls. Kishin soul would look like humans, humans like witches and witches like kishins. It confused you tot eh point you give up on life.
Misty ignored them and looked further. She saw the souls of Kid, Liz and Patti about 78 miles away. She didn't see Soul or Maka anywhere, though. "I think we should call it quits, Jack." Misty muttered, turning on her heels.
"Ah ain' goin' no where till Ah find that damn kish-" Jacks rant was cut out by the sudden rumbling under their feet. Jack gasped and looked down, feeling the dark soul rushing up. "It's und'r us!" Jack yelled, jumping to the side and the kishin came crashing to the surface. Misty stood her ground, letting her bangs fall back into place and she lowered her stance and growled. "Mistay! Git behind it!" Jack yelled, detaching her laso from her belt. Misty grunted and ran around the monster. It was tall, nearly ten feet. It reaked of blood and death and Misty didn't actually feel like eating its soul. Maybe she'd give it to Soul as a gift. Jack swung her lasso around, trying to get a good vantage point to rope the damned thing. The kishin roared and turned on her, swinging a massive hand at her. Jack swung her lasso over her shoulder, aiming for the creatures head. She met gazes with the beast and glared as the lasso landed over its neck. Jack smirked slightly and tugged as hard as she could, causing the creature the falter slightly.
Misty ran from the other direction, stretching her arm out to Jack. Jack grabbed it and heaved Misty into the air as she began to glow and her skin harden. Jack smirked at the creature as Misty transformed fully into her scythe form. Jack swung Misty is a circle, building up momentum before lunging at the kishin. It howled in anger and sliced its claws at her, knocking her off course as she was about the slice it in two.
"Jack, try to get below it, it doesn't have that much speed." Misty said, appearing in the blades shiny surface.
"Ah'm tryin'! This things arms are way fast!" Jack growled, blocking the kishins claws with Misty's staff. Jack lunged forward, trying to find a weak spot on this thing before it clawed her in half.
"Jab up now!" Misty called, other, do to her usual tone her call was more like a normal persons speaking voice. Jack obeyed and was able to block another blow. "Swing left then jab up." Misty was telling her directions, being able to focus on more than one thing in this form. Jack listened and was able to make a clean swipe at its leg, slicing it nearly in half. Jack saw her opening and ran around it, jumping into the air and raising Misty over her head before bringing her back down on the kishins head and slicing its body in two.
"Gotcha ya slipp'ry snake!" Jack cheered as she hit the ground, releasing Misty so she can change back. Misty stretched out and grabbed the floating red orb.
"64, Jack, not bad." Misty said, bouncing the orb in her hand.
"Well, eat the danged thing!" Jack teased. Misty's lips twitched at an attempt to smile before lifting the soul to her lips and opening her mouth as wide as she could to take the soul in. Souls didn't leave much room for chewing, but they were slightly squishy so Misty broke it apart with her tongue, smashing it to the room of her mouth before trying to chew and swallow. It was when they went down your throat that it fell good. They were hot like fresh cooked soup that warmed you up inside. Misty swallowed and let out a sigh of relief. "How'd that one taste?" Jack asked. It was a type of game they played, Misty ate the soul and Jack asked what it tasted like and Misty tried to answer to the best of her ability.
"It tasted like...burnt ham and cat litter dust..." Misty answered, hunching her back and turning to Jack.
"Gross, how d'you stomach that?"
"It's the feeling of the soul sliding down that helps, it's like you just ate soup to fast off the stove but that feeling you get in your stomach helps." Misty explained again.
"Let's head back, the others are prob'bly doing the same." Jack said, picking it her laso and looping it around her belt-loop. "Geez're my dogs barkin'!" Jack joked as they walked.
"I'm fine." Misty mumbled, cracking her neck.
"Yer always okay! Geez don't ya ever feel pain?"
"I do...I just don't show it...showing pain is what gets you killed." Misty said in a low growl as she walked faster, leaving Jack behind. Jack sighed. Misty didn't handle pain well, and she refused to talk about it. Misty probably wouldn't talk for the rest of the night now.
Ren rounded a corner on her patrol and sprinted forward. She felt like making this an all nighter instead of quitting around 4 in the morning. She huffed heavily as she jumped a sand dune and followed her new trail. It would take her a few more days to efficiently wear a trial into the sand, for now she was working on scent alone. When it came to her own wolf scent, she couldn't tell you what it smelled like, nor could she tell you what anyone really smelled like, except a few people. Misty's scent was a soft wet musk, like a crawlspace. Steins was a strong scent of fermeldahide and Jack smelled like cow doo-doo with a hint of hay.
As she ran she came across two new scents she hadn't smelled before. Ever. She stopped and looked around, swinging her large head to scan the area. She saw two figures a distance away and growled deeply in her chest, baring her teeth as the hair neat her tail stood up. Ren set her legs apart, crouching low to the ground before shooting forward. She glided over the cool sand with ease, making fast ground as she neared the intruders. The smaller one turned to her and screamed before running away. The larger one turned to her slowly, not moving other than that. Ren stopped ten yards away from him and growled. The figure was male. A large male at that, and his scent was earthy, almost like Rens.
"That's new." The male said in a deep, rumbling voice. Ren growled again before barking sharply at him, snarling with her teeth glistening in the moonlight. "You're not a werewolf...so what are you?" He asked, turning to her fully. Ren only growled and crept forward. The man didn't seemed fazed. Ren glanced at the city before tilting her head back and giving out a long, loud howl that tore through the night like a searing hot knife through butter. The man stepped back and looked at the city. "Wait...uhhh...you're the patrol?" The man asked. Ren gave a toothy grin, which to anyone watching could be considered a smirk and crept closer to the man.
"Free! What are you doing!? RUN!" The first figure yelled. Ren whipped her head towards her and growled, taking a step towards her. By her smell Ren knew she was a witch. Witches smelled like pure death to Ren, and do to Lord Deaths orders, Ren was to kill any witch that came near the city.
Ren had been dying to sink her teeth into something for a long time.
Free followed her gaze and looked at Eruka, then back to Ren. "You know she's a witch..." Before Ren could answer, she was sprinting after the witch girl, running as fast as she could. She didn't know what kind of witch this was but 99.7% of witches could kill you with just a snap of their fingers and Ren wanted her between her teeth before she had the chance. The witch screamed as Ren drew closer and opened her jaws. Ren was about to snap down on the witch when something hit her from the side, sending her skidding fifty feet. Ren struggled to her feet and looked back to where she had been standing. In her place was a werewolf. She's never seen once before but she knew what it was. The man was a werewolf, that's way he smelled nearly the same as her. Ren was no werewolf, but she shared some similarities.
Ren took a few steps closer and snarled, opening her mouth to show her teeth again. The werewolf growled at her in turn before sprinting at her. Ren huffed and ran to meet him. He was six times smaller than her but when they collided, it was like two boulders slamming into each other. The werewolf sliced at her, cutting her above her shoulder and down the front of her chest. Ren howled in pain and reeled back, trying to regain her composure before another attack. Ren shook her massive head in anger, trying to figure out how to get around this guy.
"Eruka, you go back, I'll deal with the wolf." The werewolf said over his shoulder. The witch nodded before running away again. Ren raised her head quickly, watching the witch leave on a giant tadpole looking thing before growling at the werewolf. He ruined this chance to kill the witch! He ruined this chance!
Ren howled again, this time in pure anger before charging him like a pissed off bull. The werewolf charged her as well, raising a clawed hand to slice at her. As his arm swung, Ren bent her head down and bit down on his arm, swinging her head widely back and forth, feeling his hard body hit the sides of her head before she dropped him. She expected him to be lying dead in a pile of twisted limbs, but this wasn't the case. The werewolf was perfectly fine - save for a few scratches and bumps. Ren backed up, wondering what had happened. Why this man wasn't dead.
Her target stood slowly, dusting himself off with a small chuckle. "I"m immortal, little Wolfie." He said, cracking his neck. Ren had a quick flash of Misty because of that image. From behind her, she heard faint running and recognized them. It was Spirit. When Ren sounded the alarm eh had rushed to he aid, but he was still a ways off. Ren was panting now and she couldn't support any weight on her left foreleg. Ren felt the best way to go was to change back while she still could. Ren closed her eyes, focusing on her human form as she felt a tingle run through her body. "What the heck are you doing? You tired or something?" The werewolf asked. Ren released a sigh as her body began to change. First she began shrinking, then her fur began to disappear as her clothes materialized. F
Free froze and changed back himself when he saw what was happening. That wasn't a wolf, it was a girl...but she wasn't a werewolf...what the heck was going on? His head was hurting because of this.
Ren felt the cuts on her arms shrank with her, which caused her great pain. Because of this, Ren didn't notice her shirt didn't materialized correctly. Sometimes her clothes came back disheveled, mostly when she had been fighting. Ren opened her eyes when the transformation was done and looked at the werewolf who was blushing brightly. Ren glared before looking down and seeing her shirt was bunched up over her breasts, and she had not worn a bra that day. Ren screeched in embarrassment and pulled down her shirt. The werewolf was still staring at her.
"What the fuck are you looking at, PERVERT!" Ren yelled, adding a growl to the end of her words. The werewolf looked like she smacked him before growling himself.
"You're the one not wearing a bra-thing, how was I supposed to know that would happen.?!"
"YA could have looked away!"
"It's a little late for that isn't it!?" Free yelled before looking like her remember something. Ren realized it too, Spirit was very close, coming up the dune they were on. Free looked at her again, claiming her gaze with his before turning and running off. Ren blinked after him, wondering what had really happened.
"REN! Are you okay?" Spirit asked as he reached her. He already had a scythe blade extending from his arm. "Ren?!"
Ren blinked and turned to him. "I-I-I'm fine, there was a witch and a werewolf." She answered, still looking where the werewolf had once stood.
"Are you okay? What happened to your arm and chest?" Ren looked down and saw that her cuts were bleeding fairly heavily and the front of her shirt was torn and bloody as well, though not torn enough for her breasts to be exposed. Spirit took off his light jacket and draped it around her shoulders. "Come on, let's get you back. Stein will look at your wounds when we get back." Spirit was bundling her in his arms and running back to the city before she knew what was happening.
