Pride Cometh Before a Fall [Kayla]

[Augustus is a SWOObat]

It didn't take August long to find Pride. All she had to do was breathe. Pride had already shifted. For something so dangerous, Devils were awfully small. "Aren't you an Eager Beaver?" August took a casual sip of water, her eyes never leaving Pride. "Hope you don't mind, I got a little thristy."

August wasn't afraid or nervous. It never helped her. "I know we're about to rip at each other's faces, but i think the moment calls for an introduction. You know, so you won't forget my name when i beat the crap out of you." August hated acting so arrogant. She was confident, but not to the point of bragging. You know, you're pretty good at this trash talking business. August tried to take that as a compliment, but trash talking wasn't something she thought one should be proud of. "My name's August. You'd be doing me a huge favor by telling me your name. I hate to add a nickname or that generic 'Unknown' to my list of defeats." August wanted to puke. This is exactly the attitude that got Pride into this fight. It seemed hypocritical of her to use the same attitude. Look at her. She wants to fight. Besides, don't think of it as hypocritical, think of it as.. poetic justice. Tasmanian Devil's had the quickest temper of any other animal. August didn't have a doubt in her mind that the bait was working.

August took another sip of water, making sure she had enough. "You can start whenever you're ready. I don't plan on shifting. I don't need to, She laughed, not because she thought it was funny, but to provoke Pride, "Not to beat a child like you."

[kayla]

((OOC- Like the title. ))

Kayla and her Devil were both furious. This girl was dead, as dead as can be. And now... now she was just digging her grave. Kayla made more barks and growls, the sound enough to scare off any animals in the vicinity. She paced back and forth, not willing to change back. "Force her to make the first move." her devil thought, seething. Kayla agreed and just continued pacing, snarling and snapping all the while.

The roles had been switched. Now the girl was the arrogant one. Kayla admired her for it. The girl, August, was just like Kayla herself in many ways. But... she'd pushed Kayla off the edge and now she was going to pay for it. "What's she doing with the water?" Kayla asked mentally, sitting now, glaring at the girl. "Maybe she thinks we need a bath." her devil snickered, though he was just as clueless as she was. Then August called Kayla a child once again and Kayla finally lost it, becoming the beast that had earned it's name.

She yawned, showing off her canines and then she shifted into herself, cussing at August as she changed. "You little bitch! Who the hell do you think you are?!" then she launched herself at August, shifting in midair again so the landed on August's chest, scratching and biting as they fell to the forest floor. Her Devil had taken control and suddenly Kayla was the bystander, watching with a bloodthirsty satisfaction. She rolled off of August, only to come back, biting her arm. Kayla tasted blood and the devil shook it's head, ripping and tearing. Then it bit down harder and a sharp crack could be heard.

Kayla was satisfied and made the Devil back off, still snarling. She walked to the other side of the clearing, before sitting down, glaring at the girl. There was no sympathy in her eyes, only an arrogant satisfaction. What could the girl do now? She was injured and at least she could walk now. If she shifted into a fox, she couldn't walk at all. She let her guard down and set about cleaning herself off, licking her fur. She ignored August stupidly, leaving herself vulnerable to an attack.

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((OOC- Maybe August could send Kayla flying with a kick to the side, break some ribs. Kayla would count that as a loss.))

[Augustus is a SWOObat]

((OOC: Thanks, it started out as Forest Fight, but that sounded stupid to me.))

Deep piercing pain shot into August's arm. She didn't cry; She couldn't. It hurt too much. August screamed bloody murder, but the screams subsided leaving her to silently stare at her bleeding arm with a vacant expression. The scent of blood found it's way to her. August started panting, her mind running crazy. Never before had she smelled something.. so good. It made her insatiably hungry. Her stomach growled, or maybe it was she that had growled? Panting heavily, a twisted smile crossed her face. Frost was starving, and the feeling transferred over to August. She looked up to see the vermin that had implanted this bottomless hunger. "You caused the problem, now you're gonna fix it." It came out as a hoarse whisper, but August didn't sound like herself.

With her good arm, she threw the cup at the feet of the rodent. She watched the contents of the cup explode, as she walked swiftly forward. It sprayed her with water, and it stung. August tried to move her injured arm, but it was too badly mangled. The Devil had done quite a bit of damage. She clamped her good hand over the jaws of the rat, and hoisted the thing up. There wasn't any input from Frost, because Frost wasn't there. This was the closest August and Frost had ever been to being the same person. Their tongue slipped over their teeth. There was more than before, and they were sharper. August struggled to hold back the shift. It couldn't help her. Not here, Not now.

The teeth wouldn't go back, but other than that, as far as August could tell, nothing else changed about her. Then her eyes dilated differently, and she realized Frost was taking over more and more. It wasn't her talismans fault. The stench of blood was putting August Frost into a blood-thirsty craze. Her mouth watered.. and before she knew what she was doing, August sunk her several teeth into the vermin's side. Her teeth went deeper, but some part of her, the only remaining human part, told her to stop. It took every ounce of self-control on August's part not to take a chunk out of Pride. Frost had other thoughts. Please. Just a small bite. August shoved aside the thought. The blood rippled over her mouth. She ripped her teeth out, not too gently, and tossed the bloody mess on the dirty floor of the forest.

August set her foot down on the Devil's head, struggling to control herself. I'm still human. I won't sink to murder. Frost's cold laughter echoed through her head. Reverberating in her head, till she laughed the same cold laugh. We are a lot of things, August. Sick, Hungry, and Cold, but Human is not one of them. Her foot pressed down harder on the skull of her victim. Using her other foot, she kicked the Devil hard, and watched it roll away. At this moment, August would do almost anything to get it away from her.

She took a few steps back. Her blood-thirst still strong. Blood covered her mouth, and the scent filled her nose. August fought it back, struggling to speak. "See what you did?" She glared hatefully at the pathetic pile of fur across the clearing. "See what you made me do?!"

((..Yeah, i feel like such a GodModer. Sorry for the.. whatever the heck that is up there. I'm kinda museless at the moment. That's why it took me so long to write it.))

[kayla]

((OOC- Naw, it's fine. Lol. My muse hasn't been very good for a couple of weeks now.))

When August started screaming Kayla started laughing, well the Devil's equivalent of laughing. That'd show that girl. She glanced at the girls arm, it was pretty bad, a mangled mess. "She deserved it." her devil said, still seething. Then August did something weird. She started panting just as a dog did, a blood thirsty glare suddenly shining in her eyes. Her teeth were suddenly sharp, fox like. "What now?" Kayla thought, wishing the girl would just give up and go home already. Though it seemed that was unlikely, especially with August's words.

"I caused the problem?! Who sat at my table?!" Kayla thought indignantly, snarling out loud. Then the girl threw the cup at Kayla. It was cold. Kayla hated the cold. "God dammit!" she thought, pissed off once again. But now August was quite close, murder in her eyes. Kayla yowled, a piercing shriek that was sure to scare anyone in the vicinity.

Kayla struggled as she was lifted into the air, wiggling and scratching with all her might. "Get her off!" she thought to her talisman. He did his best, taking over and making her squirm just like a wild Devil would. It seemed this girls good hand was stronger that Kayla's snout, though she tried to open it as much as she could. Growls and yowls sounded around the clearing, intensifying as August leaned towards Kayla's struggling body. As she bit into Kayla's flesh a sound of intense pain escaped her jaws, and her struggling grew stronger, just a bit more desperate. "What the hell?!" It was the only thought running through her mind as August finally pulled her teeth out, causing more damage to Kayla's side as she did so.

Then Kayla was tossed to the forest floor, her side screaming in agony. A cry of pain escaped her jowls before the girl stepped on Kayla's head. "Of all the lowlife, scummy fucking things to do... she stomps on my fucking head?!" she screams mentally. Her Devil was frantic, causing them to struggle harder, sounds echoing throughout the clearing. Then she heard a cold laugh, the pressure on her head growing. Her struggles even more profound and she somehow managed to ignore the pain in her side.

Then August's foot hit Kayla's side, right on her newly acquired wound. Kayla's feral scream was louder than any previous sound she'd made as she rolled away. She laid in the grass, stunned. Her Devil was having issues as well, for he was hurt just as bad as she was. He couldn't handle it, the pain. And so Kayla shifted into her human form, blood covering her side, her clothes ripped. The wound was even bigger in her human form, even more painful.

Kayla sits up slowly, cussing all the while. She gets to her feet shakily, and turns around, towards the girl standing with that same blood thirsty glare on her face. Kayla puts one hand to her side, still cussing as she steps towards the girl. Her face wrinkles in disgusted hatred as she sees her blood on the girls mouth. Soon she's close to the girl and she stands up straight. "You are going to be so fucking sorry. You better run, because you can bet your scrawny little ass that I will hunt you... and find you. Go find your fucking Hunters. You'll need all the help you can get." her words were harsh, filled with venom and rage. Then, using her bloody hand, she slaps August across the face, smearing her cheek with the sticky substance.

((OOC- Obviously I'm a sadist because my muse exploded while I wrote this post. Lol))

[Augustus is a SWOObat]

((OOC: Museless.))

August stared at the hole in Pride's side. "Shouldn't have shifted. Hole grew bigger. It won't shrink when you shift back." She shook her head in disappointment. The fight wasn't fun anymore. It made her despise herself, but her hunger was stronger than her self-loathing. The closer Pride got, the more she was losing herself. August wanted to bite again.

August head snapped to the side. Her cheek stung. A swift slap to the face couldn't wake her from her hunger. Without moving her head, her whisper grew steadily, "Hunt me?" The cold laughter of Frost built up in her head, and escaped. It rang through the trees and died. "That's funny. Last time I checked, Hunter's hunted. I guess that means you're a Hunter now, eh?" She got a good whiff of the blood that smeared across her face. August had almost got the Blood-thirst down, but Pride had ruined any chance at that. Her eyes dilated differently again. She looked directly into Pride's eyes. A smile twisted it's way onto August's face. "Bad idea." She spat blood directly on Pride's sneering face.

Inhaling deeply, she let loose. "I'm tired of fighting the hunger. It's too late for me." Picture of Pride, bloodied and dying, entered her head. "Has anyone ever told you how good you taste?" She wanted to kill Pride, and ravage her. Pulling of the meat with nothing but her teeth. "I hope you die as a human, more meat that way." August planned on eating as much as she can, and then burying the leftovers.. No!

August was better than this. She breathed a shaky breath. "You better go.. now. Before i do something, that we both regret."

((You were warned..))

[kayla]

((OOC- Nice.))

Apparently having her head stomped on wasn't helping things. Kayla's world was starting to spin, tilting dangerously. That and she was about to puke. Having August spit in her face didn't make things much better. Kayla glared at the girl, not even bothering to wipe off the spit. She ignored the girls words, instead glaring at her while she resisted the urge not to be sick. It wasn't working very well. Her Devil friend was there again, comforting her more than he was paying attention to the cannibal.

Kayla listens to August's words with hate and contempt, swaying a bit on her feet. Her side was burning now, blood seeping through her fingers. She was in no fit state to fight off anyone, not even this girl. "Kayla... just go. Walk away. The rat's not worth it." her devil said comfortingly. Then Kayla has an idea and a grim smile lights up her face. "I'll go. I'm not going to be murdered by you, a fricking cannibal. Besides, I have to talk to Tristan... see if he can get me in with the Innocents. If this is your method for recruiting people... You suck." Kayla's words were a bit slurred, probably from her inevitable concussion.

She finally wipes the spit from her face, hate still clouding her face. Then she smiles again. Before leaning down and puking all over August's feet. "Oops." The Devil snickers quietly, before going back to worrying about Kayla. Kayla then turns around and heads for the town, cussing with every step. That girl would pay... Kayla would make sure of it.

[Augustus is a SWOObat]

"I'm not a cannibal! I'm just misunderstood!" August sighed an exasperated sigh, as her eyes followed Pride's receding figure. "Besides, you were the one who wanted to fight!" She was finally calming down some. August looked around for her cup of water, but remembered she threw it in the heat of the moment. "Great.." Now what was she going to use to wash the blood from her mouth? August spat and spat until no more blood remained.

"Pff, i didn't even want her as a Hunter.. I'm good at recruiting.. she just sucks at being reasonable." She mumbled to herself, fully aware that Pride was gone. "The Innocents are gonna hate her. She's too... Hunter to be liked by them." Frost was shaking like she always did after a big fight with hunger. August soothed Frost as she wiped the puke off her feet. Frost, we didn't do anything wrong. It's our nature, and lucky for us, i have enough self-control not to kill. Frost wouldn't answer. Maybe she couldn't.

August chanced a glance at her mangle arm. She pinched her nose, hoping she wouldn't get excited by the smell of her own blood. It was bad, and it was still bleeding. August closed her eyes and breathed. I think we should head to the clinic. ..Your arm doesn't look so good. She braved another look. Frost was right.. August didn't even know how her arm was still attached.

August hated clinics, but agreed to go. "Ant will be mad if i bleed on his floors."