This is a updated version of TLG so we get to the others faster. The reason for this, I looked at it and came to a point that the original two chapters was suppose to be just one chapter.
I'll be deleting the first two and replacing it with this.
.Enjoy.
(T-L-G)
'The Venators are coming!'
'I've been craving to kill! Let's turn around and run at them!'
'I want to kill the first!'
'No I will!'
'You are all stupid, I'll kill the first one.'
'Keep moving you infidels!'
The newborns quiet down in the thought pool. Our pack continues to run away from the Venators, 'Our Scion is gone and we need to think of a new-'
"There they are!"
'Huh?' My head move back and sees 4 Venators. 'Run faster, whelps! If we get to a open field, we can circle them.'
The runts run as commanded except for one, 'And so they can take us out?! Forget that!'
'Za-to, come back here, now!' Za-to ignores me and runs back to the incoming Venators. I see that his forelimb are sliced off and shot straight into Za-to's head.
'Za-to!' Zix thought loudly.
'Zix, we have to a position to ambush!' I say.
'But-' Zix's thoughts stop. We all know that Zix's is gone. Our pack is reduced to 3 now.
'Alpha! There's a cliff ahead of us!'
'What?' I look to the direction we're running and see a cliffside. 'Stop and turn!' We all twist around to face the Venators.
I bare my teeth out and start to command the remaining pups, Wor and Ka-An, 'Teeth out, pups! We make our stand her-'
*Gunshot*
The thought of my body stop as my vision comes back to me. I'm... falling. This is how I fall... by a cliffside. No engagement of combat. A single shot got me in my mask. Me, an Alpha who've survived numerous encounters with Venators, taken down by a shot. My vision of Wor and Ki-Tan dissipates from me.
I'll go back to the pools of Destruction...
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What?
My vision comes back to me with a blur. Why? My limbs reconnect to me. My vision fully comes back to me to see water in my eyes. I'm in a pool of blue water... What do I feel, this negative emotion?
My vessel contorts with pain, I howl but cannot while being submerged. The snout of mine snubs into my head, my arms and legs becomes shorter and my knee snaps forward. My tail retreats back and my fur disappears. Is this the God of Light's Fountain of Life? Only his water can do this. Enough confusion, I've been in here too long, time to breach the surface.
*Gasp* I breathe for the first time I got out of the Fountain. I see the ground to my left so I swim to it. These strange appendages. They work better in water then my old vessels. Ground I can feel but it's in a strange sensation. My hands, they're pale like some Venator. My claws are smaller yet not shortened by much. My legs are like them. I can't feel my tail.
I seethe with my newfound mouth, "My pack, my kind... They're gone."
I'm stuck in this vessel. "I didn't die with my pack."
I look like them, "My vessel is tainted."
I can't hear my pack thoughts, "Za-to, Wor, Zix, Ka-an."
All of them, dead. I can't hear the other thoughts of my kind.
The thought pool of mine begin to fume, "I will find the Venators who murdered my pack!" My new joints begin to form similar fingers. This vessel's stub snout becomes prominent.
"I WILL KILL THE ONE WHO DESTROYED MY PACK!"
Howling my goal, what am I, a whelp? I calm myself after my outburst. It was unnecessary and uncharacteristic for an Alpha. The cavern echoes with a unusual sounds.
I stand on my hind legs and take a deep breath to remember why my kind were created for. Balance. The scales of Light and Dark. My entire existence was based on that principal as well my kind. The Light needed a opposition.
Now it is wasted as now I am them. A Venator but I can feel my Aura-less essence. My former vessel contained in flesh and bone. Venators... My arms are covered with fur yet when I touch it, there's only harmless and almost not here.
Looking up and the cliff is a crack. And the crack holds the Fountain of Life. Like the... no, this is only to itself. There's no comparison now.
The crack on the earth is shallow and filled with faces to grab on. I begin to traverse the cliff side with my new fingers. "Duh!" What was that?! A second just preparing to climb, something caught me. The second finger, it has a rock under the nail. This never happened before. I begin to pull it out when another painful sensation surrounds it.
The rock has the sharp edges inside and it's piercing. No choice, I have to pull it up. I hope Venator bodies can regenerate their claws what little they had. I pinch the small stone and the claw and pulled it up. Black liquid spews the wound, I thought Venators had red. No time at all, I took off my short claw along with the rock. "RRRRAAAAAHHHH!"
Black liquid seep out of the vacant hole. Then something happened. A claw came out of the wound with black flesh attaching it to the finger. The small claw is back. How? It must be from the Fountain. But I am Grimm. A creation of the God of Darkness. I seethe in disgust on how short and small this vessel' claws are. The fingers somehow summon my former claws out from this new vessel. They're pitch black with white thick nails, but the flesh is untainted and has merged with the essence.
But I am unfocused, so my thoughts return to the matter at hand. Getting out of the crack. With my former claws back with me, I begin to climb out with my claws digging into the rock face, with small bits breaking off on impact. Handling my new weight, my former claws hold my body well. For a Venator.
The climb isn't treacherous or dangerous, it's a normal warm up session before going out to the world. Za-to was always temperamental about those sessions. Zix somehow always convinces Za-to though. Ka-an was impatient while Wor just accepted it unlike the rest. I always punished Za-to for slacking.
They would always think that they would leave the pack to create their own. They all had flaws they needed to correct.
Shame I was surprised when my joints curl and hard surface becomes soft. I have became too focused on the past. I lift myself up to the soft, thin yet dangerous organic blades. On the roofless sky is the shattered moon. I have been in the Fountain for a long time. Long enough for my vessel to have flesh and bones to subside.
Something smells. Metal boxes surround my feet. Hollow, heavy. Then I see smoking bodies. The vessels of Grimm. Why are they here? They were suppose to... My fears are confirmed. Fears? I don't feel fear. That is a negative emotion. So why do I sense that? It must be the Venator body I now inhabit. It is revolting.
If I remember right, Wor had a location of a nearby village. I wonder if I can tap into his collective memory. But which one was Wor? It does not matter if it is Ka-an or Wor, I'll get it either way. I start by putting two fingers into the sockets of their eyes. A single touch of the joint.
'The Alpha is dead!'
'Wor! We stand-'
*Slicing sound*
'AAHH!'
'Ka-an! Your arm!'
'Don't worry about me. Get the green one!'
'Come her-'
Rapid fire gunshots*
'Ka-an!'
The final memory shows the large green one taking off Wor's head and rolling around before dissipating.
A Venator with a oversized weapon with a yellow metallic-ore like material. Another with red arm blades, a brown one with long ears and lastly, the killer. Pale green cloth, giant height, large armor on left shoulder and wrists, along with coverings on his hands
I must kill him to avenge my pack. But it is no matter on the moment. This was Wor's collective memory, I have the location of the nearby village. So begins my trip to the village.
The location of it is north west and I'm facing the moon, so right to the shattered side. Into the forest. Perfect.
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It feels so quiet without the thoughts of Za-to and Ka-an arguing. Zix always stopping Za-to from killing Ka-an and Wor just wishing they would stop arguing on and help search. I hated those runts, but it was nice to have them... Nice? That's a positive emotion.
I must find a way to suppress these outbursts. But enough of that, it is not important, only the village. It's only a short trek away. My thoughts come back after a certain distance. Mindlessness is one of my kinds habits. I wonder if Venators have some traits.
Along the way, I pass through a thin branch with my arm, only for it to hit back with force to my snout. Black liquid seeps from it.
"Dah!" This vessel is weak. I must find another way to protect this new flesh since I have no Aura. That's explainable. But I do not need it. I am Alpha, I have survived and consumed enough Aura to attain this.
I trip on something. "Aah!" Something broke on one of my feet. I look to it. It's the first toe. The claw has moved outward and hangs to the left. Blood pours out of it. I don't know what to do with a hanging claw. And why does my mind feel.. light...
*Distant footsteps*
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"Where did you find him?"
"During my walk back, Sis."
"Did he had anything on him?"
"I had to use my jacket and a towel the neighbors gave me."
"Don't be like that, I was just asking."
"Sure you were."
By the essence of the God of Light, those two sound like Za-to and Ka-an arguing. My vision comes back to me and quite obviously, I am in a house. How is what I am going to find out. My new vessel lifts itself up from atop of a object, and I can see the toe claw reattached and covered in cloth. It feels soft, yet thin. How do these Venators survive? The flesh filled vessel stands, but I fall down to my knee.
"Hey, he's awake!" I hear not from thoughts, but vocally. One of them spoke.
"Oh gods, Cyrin, get him some clothes!" I hear vocally again. One of them I feel grabs my torso and arm and begins to drag me by force. This feels demeaning so I struggle against my attacker.
"Hey! Stop! I'm trying to help you!" the one holding me says. I continue to struggle with them until The Venator holds me with force. The feeling, no finesse, all brute strength. Like a Ursa. The familiar feeling calms me down and puts me back on the object. I think I am sitting on the object rather then lying on it.
The Venator who ordered the other, has a waist almost like a Beowolf. Thin arms, small torso, I can't see her legs that were being covered by a long cloth piece. "Do you remember anything before we found you, Mister?" Her hand gestures rather strangely.
My vocals, during my outburst I can speak like a Venator. Now I know what the echo was. How did I do that though? What was it? "Hello."
"What was that, Mister?" She looks at me with curiosity. "You gonna need to speak up." Speak up?
"Sis, you think that he knocked his head?" I just spoke without opening my jaw? This is... unusual. I thought Venators have a thought pool.
Guess not. They'll always be primitive."H-Hello?" I say once more with my jaw opening.
"Well, he finally speaks." I can finally have a overview on them with a clear idea and mind. The one named Cyrin has a unusual coloration. It has light blue tips and light brown hair. Clothing is very Venator-like, complete with a compass on the torso. The other one, it is much taller. Must be the Alpha of this one. Clothing differs from Cyrin. It's larger and taller then Cyrin.
"Cyrin, be polite! He's our guest." Guest? He's? What does that mean? Gods, these Venators you've created are terrible.
"Where... am I?" I speak another time.
"You're in Padma, a small village near Mistr-"
"How far?" I ask. Ask? I think that's the right word.
"Uhhhh, a-about 5 miles away." The Alpha one nervously answers.
Why is she nervous? "Is there a problem?" I ask with genuine curiosity.
"Um, I-I'll go get you some water. Yep!" She quickly scampers away. Why is she retreating? There's no combat going on.
The small whelp hands me some cloths, "Here some old clothes. You're gonna need it." Clothes? I wonder what they're for. No matter, the tiny Venator leaves and closes the door.
I regain my mind again and I see the clothes loosely wrapping my new vessel. It's rather soft then I expected.
The top clothes has fur on it, along with the bottom clothes.
The door opens and peering from it is the Alpha.
"Are you fully clothed?" The Alpha says from behind.
"I suppose so." My mouth replies.
"We have dinner ready, do you want to eat?" Eat? I suppose I have to now. Venators are... much more interesting creatures. I wonder how much the gods gave them.
"Alright."
(T-L-G)
So what you guys think of it? I used the only man on the world scenario on something that is considered pure evil. I
This is a story of my monstrous crusader.