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Cency flies past the truck in front of her. The hunters chasing her aren't subtle in there practically uncalled for hatred of her.
Calls of, "Come here you little, shit sucking skank," and, "oh when we get our hands on you we'll teach a unholy thang er place,"
The bullet wizzes past her head a moment after she ducks, barrel rolling and then hopping back into a sprint. She'd kill them all if she could but a group of brutally maimed hunters would just send more, never mind that what she has never even been made before. They wouldn't know how to kill her but she's sure they'd make her hurt.
Then a click, Cency stops, there's barrels pointed at her and when she turns to look she's surrounded. "Oh fuck," the hiss slips out before she can stop it and the hunters latch onto the show of weakness with more jabs, and now that they've gotten a close look at her, leers. She almost feels like crying when one distracts her enough for two others to grab ahold of her horns and force her back, they cackle when she's forced to her knees with a snap of her left ankle. It's been shot through. Then the tears fall, black because she's without her familiar. Her and Azel lost each other when one of the men ran over her.
The man that distracted her is coming up now and she can't see through the tears but she can hear his zipper slide down at the same time as a damning bleat echos through the trees. Her tears start to run turquoise before she calms enough to stop crying and silently cheers when all the men freak, hands going to there guns as the trees in front of them are plowed down, her girls not being discreet but the goblin is no doubt pissed. "Now is not the time for discretion, Pint," the shadows whisper with Blue's bleak rasp from behind her and she smiles as they engulf her. The overwhelming consumption of the darkness seeping into her being makes her cry out but the feeling of the bond she shared with the shadows cradling her soul turns the cry into giggles. Her ankle now healed from her healing factor she gets up and watches the chaos around her. Azel has already arrived and is bucking wildly through the men. Her bleats are raged as she slams into them with her horns and deals kicks that send the men flying to there deaths. Cency's familiar is bigger now, no longer the miniature goat she tends to shift into but now a huge full grown beast. On her hind legs she's inches taller than the men she's tearing through and her horns are long and gnarled black spikes atop her head, Azel's eyes are a dark turquoise much like Cency's and her colors are darker. Her fur washed in less white and consumed in black almost entirely. What's left of the white on her fur is opaque, giving way to the distorted sight of a mutilated rib cage and parts of her skull. Her bones black throughout her body.
"Good girl," she purrs when Azel prances up to her, Cency pets her as they walk off, leaving the disaster area of mostly just torn clothes and blood behind them. The shadows are happily whipping around collecting souls and thus turning the foul men to ashes.
