Fridgar pulled hard against the throat of the Alpha Feron. Even if he was dizzy as fuck from his overstepping, he could throw all of his weight into the pull. Which he did, he fully extended his back as he struggled desperately to cut off the creature’s air supply. It choked a roar, beckoning the nearby monsters. Alistair was out of sight, he'd vanished into a tree not long ago. The screeches and wails of monsters being slaughtered could be heard from behind the tree Alistair had splintered through, he could only assume that his beloved was having a whale of a time.
The creature writhed and flailed, desperately trying to remove the Lothar from its body. It even clawed up his arms, though not nearly with as much force as it would have with a full pair of lungs. Instead, Fridgar was draining its strength bit by bit, denying the creature's muscles and brain much needed oxygen. Fridgar roared with the beast, pressing his feet into its back as he pulled violently against the beast. No matter how much of his skin or muscle was torn from his bones, he wouldn't let go.
The Lothar channelled his adrenaline in an effort to dull the pain, heighten his resolve to push through and destroy his foe. This thing had hurt Alistair, then wanted to kill him right in front of Fridgar. This beast would die screaming if he had his way. The beast then threw Fridgar forward a bit, losing his pull as the creature struggled for breath. Fuck no. Fridgar bit into the creature's pointed ear as hard as he could and ripped the flesh from its body in a long elastic-like pull. As he pulled back, he returned the bar of the axe to the creature's throat and pulled hard.
The creature gurgled a raspy howl as more and more of its consciousness faded with prolonged oxygen starvation. Fridgar spat away the chewed-up ear and roared, full of aggression. This wasn't just about the trail of the nemesis anymore, it wasn't even entirely about Alistair. This was dominance. This was one Alpha asserting himself over another. The creature had been titled an alpha of its kind and here Fridgar was, strangling it out while coated in the blood, bones and pelts of other animals.
Alistair then came back and cut the wrists of the slowly fading Feron. That was it, the creature was done. Fridgar continued to press until the beast fell to its knees. He then removed his axe and took a pace back, measuring the length of his axe pole by holding the blade against the neck of the creature. Then, full of energy, he pulled back and swung the axe and full pelt into the side of the creature's neck, travelling all the way through and severing the beast's head completely.
The body-less head of the Feron flipped and spun a few times before hitting the floor and bouncing. The body of the Feron followed, slumping into a useless pile on the forest floor. When at last the forest fell silent, the two jeger stood victorious, and with them they carried their grizzly prizes. As Alistair opened the portal, Fridgar looked to him and pouted, swaying a little. "Alistair, I'm so sorry," He couldn't shake his head or he would fall. As his adrenaline rush faded, his arms twisted and crawled with burning pain. "I was just walking along when this weird plant threw this dart at me, then I got really good out of nowhere, so i left it," Fridgar explained the full story, starting from where it had happened.
"Like, all my senses were sharper, I could see really fine details from far away, my hearing was way better, my smell... Then things started getting weird. They just kept getting more and more... amplified, to the point that one sniff filled my brain with so many different scents that it was..." Fridgar rubbed his head, meeting with the cold skull of some animal. "How long have I been out here? How many trials has it been? I come out the weirdest most lurid experience and I’m coated in blood, wearing animal parts and on the verge of overstepping. Not to mention, I attacked... I attacked you, my rose..."
Fridgar dropped his axe and fell to his arse. The dizziness was getting to him and his emotional confused state wasn't helping. Not to mention he was coming off the weirdest high of his life. He'd lost himself in that experience, claiming to be Tharos, a nature god of some sort. "How did you find me? Alistair? Alistair I'm so sorry, it's my fault you got hurt," Fridgar continued on the rampage of self-loathing. "I just want to go home, Alistair, this whole thing has fucked me up, I don't like it." Fridgar then fell asleep without another word, falling flat against the forest floor with his axe at his side, the Feron head on the floor near him and Alistair's blazing portal still crackling.
The creature writhed and flailed, desperately trying to remove the Lothar from its body. It even clawed up his arms, though not nearly with as much force as it would have with a full pair of lungs. Instead, Fridgar was draining its strength bit by bit, denying the creature's muscles and brain much needed oxygen. Fridgar roared with the beast, pressing his feet into its back as he pulled violently against the beast. No matter how much of his skin or muscle was torn from his bones, he wouldn't let go.
The Lothar channelled his adrenaline in an effort to dull the pain, heighten his resolve to push through and destroy his foe. This thing had hurt Alistair, then wanted to kill him right in front of Fridgar. This beast would die screaming if he had his way. The beast then threw Fridgar forward a bit, losing his pull as the creature struggled for breath. Fuck no. Fridgar bit into the creature's pointed ear as hard as he could and ripped the flesh from its body in a long elastic-like pull. As he pulled back, he returned the bar of the axe to the creature's throat and pulled hard.
The creature gurgled a raspy howl as more and more of its consciousness faded with prolonged oxygen starvation. Fridgar spat away the chewed-up ear and roared, full of aggression. This wasn't just about the trail of the nemesis anymore, it wasn't even entirely about Alistair. This was dominance. This was one Alpha asserting himself over another. The creature had been titled an alpha of its kind and here Fridgar was, strangling it out while coated in the blood, bones and pelts of other animals.
Alistair then came back and cut the wrists of the slowly fading Feron. That was it, the creature was done. Fridgar continued to press until the beast fell to its knees. He then removed his axe and took a pace back, measuring the length of his axe pole by holding the blade against the neck of the creature. Then, full of energy, he pulled back and swung the axe and full pelt into the side of the creature's neck, travelling all the way through and severing the beast's head completely.
The body-less head of the Feron flipped and spun a few times before hitting the floor and bouncing. The body of the Feron followed, slumping into a useless pile on the forest floor. When at last the forest fell silent, the two jeger stood victorious, and with them they carried their grizzly prizes. As Alistair opened the portal, Fridgar looked to him and pouted, swaying a little. "Alistair, I'm so sorry," He couldn't shake his head or he would fall. As his adrenaline rush faded, his arms twisted and crawled with burning pain. "I was just walking along when this weird plant threw this dart at me, then I got really good out of nowhere, so i left it," Fridgar explained the full story, starting from where it had happened.
"Like, all my senses were sharper, I could see really fine details from far away, my hearing was way better, my smell... Then things started getting weird. They just kept getting more and more... amplified, to the point that one sniff filled my brain with so many different scents that it was..." Fridgar rubbed his head, meeting with the cold skull of some animal. "How long have I been out here? How many trials has it been? I come out the weirdest most lurid experience and I’m coated in blood, wearing animal parts and on the verge of overstepping. Not to mention, I attacked... I attacked you, my rose..."
Fridgar dropped his axe and fell to his arse. The dizziness was getting to him and his emotional confused state wasn't helping. Not to mention he was coming off the weirdest high of his life. He'd lost himself in that experience, claiming to be Tharos, a nature god of some sort. "How did you find me? Alistair? Alistair I'm so sorry, it's my fault you got hurt," Fridgar continued on the rampage of self-loathing. "I just want to go home, Alistair, this whole thing has fucked me up, I don't like it." Fridgar then fell asleep without another word, falling flat against the forest floor with his axe at his side, the Feron head on the floor near him and Alistair's blazing portal still crackling.
