[log] Event: Howl [open]

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Characters: everyone
Location: The sort of location M.C. Escher wishes he'd thought up.
Date: nights 211 & 212
Summary: I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground
Warnings: potential for violence, death, and psychological horror; please note in subject lines if any specific warnings come up!

like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
I want to find you tear out all your tenderness

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[absentconstellation]

[ He doesn't particularly like this approach, but he does know he's limited by size and shape. Castiel is right. ]

Very well. There is a ledge five feet to your right that goes on for some way. Don't forget it's there.

[godsspeed]

[ Castiel kneels down to allow The Cat to more easily jump off his back, then straightens up again, eyes fixed on his target. Wolf to falcon to elephant - taking it away will be easiest if he intercepts it between the locust and wolf - the wolf's teeth are dangerous, but the locust's mandibles are neither as sharp as the hawk's beak or as flexible and long as the elephant's trunk. ]

I won't.

[ And with that said, he breaks into a run. ]

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat hops down, and stalks back and forth at Castiel's feet. He dare not get too close o a monster he can't see, but if the Angel seems to be in trouble he will interfere regardless. It's what he's always done. ]

brief description of burns

[godsspeed]

[ This will be unpleasant. This pretender is nowhere near as large as Uriel's true form would be relative to a human and a cat - if it were, then taking the light from it would be an insurmountable challenge in a quite literal sense - but it still has a considerable advantage in size. And assuming all of its eyes work there will be little point in trying to sneak up on it. Speed will be his greatest asset here.

Castiel leaps at the creature's back and grabs onto its wings, using its feathers as handholds to haul himself up its back. Naturally, it is less than cooperative in this endeavor. It thrashes, screaming from each of its mouths - a howl, a trumpet, a screech and an insectoid clacking, all underscored by an unearthly ringing. The furnace of mock-holy fire that serves as its central body burns hotter and hotter, scalding Castiel's hands as he struggles to keep his grip and reach towards the light as it swings by him. His fingertips brush it but don't quite reach - almost knock it into the wolf's waiting mouth, but that won't do. He won't get another chance at this, the skin of his other hand is beginning to blister from the heat and his grip is weakening so he lunges with all his strength and all but shoves his arm into the beast's toothy maw to retrieve the light.

The moment his fist closes around his prize, the creature disappears and Castiel drops, unceremoniously, to the ground. ]

[absentconstellation]

[ Every hair on the Cat's body stands on end, his back arched, his tail rod straight and low to the ground. He doesn't like this, not a bit.

But he doesn't interfere, not until Castiel drops. Then he races to the angel's side, inspecting him closely for damage. ]

[godsspeed]

[ He's weakened by the struggle and stunned by the impact, but conscious, and he raises the light up so the Cat can see it before it vanishes into thin air, just like the beast. ]

It is done.

[ An attempt is made to get back up onto his feet, but it falls short partway through - trying to push himself up with his burned and bloodied hands is much more difficult than anticipated, not least because under normal circumstances the wounds would have already healed. Pain that lasts like this is not something he's accustomed to, and he needs a moment to adjust. It's fine. There is time for a moment of rest, isn't there? ]

[absentconstellation]

[ He yeowls a little as Cas almost falls on top of him, but settles in to knead his shoulders. ]

Rest. We are alone, for now.