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And the shattered body of the Cat Thing comes undone.
Quite literally.
Even without Tristan's destructive rage, the body of the creature was popping, twisting, and... shrinking. The severe damage could not be absorbed and the corpse was already breaking apart when the Cahalith began his last, vicious, attack. The result is blood and fur and bone! Bodily fluid and pulped flesh flung in all directions.
The severed head of a tom cat plops at Viola's feet.
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Viola-wolf's fur stands on end. The Cat Thing splitting at the seams, and the bloody head of the Tom cat tumbles to her paws.
She dosen't back away, but paws the head. Pushing it towards the Bone Shadow.
<<Hirfathra Hissu. What was this?>>
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The sight of the gory mess is unsettling - even for a seasoned wolf like Tristan. It isn't enough to give him pause, however. He looks down at the severed head. Considers.
<<Like us?>> Familiar. The twisting, distorting display as the thing reverted back. The amalgam of man and cat that defies what most would call natural. Yet. Different. It had turned back into a cat. Not a man. <<No. Different.>>
<<Unknown.>> He lets out a dejected snort. All all-too-human tell coming from a monstrous wolf. <<Dead. Useless.>> But then... one survives.
Tristan's eyes lock with with Viola's now. His rumbling First Tongue is urgent. Pleading. <<Find the other! Speak with it.>>
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Viola-wolf focuses on Tristan-wolf, and snorts.
Well. That, was useless. Wasn't Bone Shadows supposed to know about shit like this?
Her head shakes, as her ears flick at the rumbling, gutteral sounds of First Tonuge.
<<No promises>> Viola-wolf's own gutteral rumble cones through. Other attacks. I defend our territory.>>
Words said, though Viola-wolf thought it should have been something that didn't have to be said. But that light in Tristan-wolf's eye...
Viola-wolf snorts again and turns her senses and skills to finding the fucker.
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<<Then defend. But let it live.>> is his reply. Defense of what is theirs is his primary concern... but what the strange thing could tell them might prove a greater boon than simply paying it back for its crime. And it would pay.
As Viola turns to find the thing's trail, he does the same. What one wolf overlooks the other might catch.
Though as Tristan begins his search, he isn't entirely certain which direction to look.
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The search proceeds slowly, with false starts and several poor leads.
One thing is clear, however: the trail leads east. Across broken ground; through tussocky grass and the blasted expanses of construction sites. The trail heads east, across parking lots and partially constructed highways; east across the transforming city and into the leafy quiet of the Alkali Flats.
There, the trail become hard to follow over paths and across lawns. The smell of man is strong here. The humans of this well to do district will not take kindly to wolves hunting their streets.
At the far end of the street and ambulance has pulled up. First responders spill from it with confident efficiency.
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Paws carry her as far as they can before she's forced to she'd her fur and stand upright on boot clad feet.
This fucking sucks.
Hands are shoved into pockets of her leather jacket. As her flat dead eyes take in the sight of the ambulance.
With a quick look she finds a gawker and near snarls at them when she gets close "The fuck is going on?"
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Tristan gives up his own search and picks up the pace to pad along after Viola. She seems to know where she's going, at any rate. He keeps his head low as they reach beyond the rail yard and the signs of man become stronger. Once it's clear there would be no continuing on four feet, Tristan ducks away and assumes his human form again.
Something has gone sideways here, too. Tristan silently hopes the thing isn't responsible. It may be very difficult to let the thing live if it continues its violent incursion.
Viola takes an indirect approach, which could work, but Tristan has a badge. And, for the time being, associating with Viola might not be the best plan of action. Instead, he steps past Viola and approaches the ambulance proper. He finds the least busy-looking paramedic and flashes his badge.
"What's the situation?"
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Viola finds a single gawker on the street, ostensibly letting her dogs pee and rummage on the grassy verge. "Oh I don't know. An accident, must have been. There was screaming something terrible. Glad that police officer is here now... That scream was frightening. Where are the others?"
The emergency technician turns, her faced at first closed and then open -somewhat- with a pulse of relief, when Tristan made himself known.
"Call from a panicked woman. Couldn't get much sense from her but it seemed her friend had been attacked or there had been an accident. Good thing you're here - I wasn't sure how long you guys would be." A flicker of recognition for his badge of authority and office.
Being a sworn officer has its perks, like being able to walk with the EMT into the large house on its corner block. An old house with a subtle hint of dignified decrepitude: paint slowly ablating away, garden at that beautifully gothic point where order and chaos are in perfect balance. Even at this late time of the year, there were some flowers in bloom, lending the garden a gentle fragrance.
Inside was similar: an old house with much furniture and the weight of history. A hint of dust under the musk laden air from candles still burning on a table. And something else his dull hishu senses could not quite make out, irritating his nose. Cat most likely - the house has its share of them, peeking fearfully out from behind doors and furniture as they hurray by.
The caller is a young woman, dressed in a kimono. She shivers, racked by sobs, in a room by the stairs.
Tristan and the EMT don't get much farther as the other tech's come hurrying down the stairs with a stretcher. There is a few words, enough to note that the person they carry away is a woman and they have to move quickly if they are to save her. The paramedics are pale with controlled fear.
"She was in the master bedroom. No obvious break in. Door had been closed."
There is blood, much blood, over the inert body as it is carried passed. Blood, seeping through the white sheets. The EMT joins her fellows as they struggle back down, fussing over the victim (not yet a body, but close).
New lights from outside as the first police car arrives.
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Viola nods. Holding off a snear at the pampered pet pissin' in the grass. About to head off and see what her pathetic Hishu senses could pick up.
But those last few words.
She she'd bite.
"What others?"
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