The Scaly Killer: Creepypastas x Male Indo-shifter

The Reds

"So that's why Slenda wants him dead..." Y/n said with a disgusted look. "How did he live? No one leaves the forest alive." He leaned back in his chair. Right now he was with Jeff, Lui, LJ, Bloody, and his pack in the living room. His pack was... day dreaming on the sofa.

"Good question." Jeff said before dropping a picture. It showed the red head in some king of knight armor with a great sword. "What we know is that he has some private defense group, and  his good with a sword."

He hummed. "Then let's go, kill the guards and kill him." Y/n said simply with his claws clicking on the floor. "Hun, pack, we have our target!" He said before giving a loud hiss. The others hiss as well before all four bolt outside.

"Wait! Fuck!" Jeff snarls before the others also bolt away.

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There was a house in the hills. A lone three stories high mansion with a length of multiple cube meters. A evident Victorian aesthetic surrounded by gardens. The gardens had multiple bushes in form of reptiles ranging from serpents to crocodiles. It had fences in white along with brick walls.  It has quite the history. 

Murder

A tall man with a revolver shot a younger in the eyes.

Burial grounds

Some indigenous Americans walked the fallen brothers from a near battle against a new enemy*

and Witchcraft...

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"Oh~" A female voice rang out. A small girl in a crimson dress and a hood walks up to a window facing the front porch of the mansion. There stood a armed man dressed in a black uniform with a automatic rifle. The man yawned before a pale shadow fell upon him. His limbs tried to yank it off but it was no use as the shadow ripped a few muscles off and the body went still. "Ehe, they are here..." 

The girl walked away before calling a number. As the phone rang she reached for a double barrel shotgun and a small dagger. "Yes, daughter?" A male voice said from the device.

The girl cracked a smile. "Ah, father. They are here..." She said looking outside the window as few other shadows entered the mansion through windows and the door. "Should have warned about them being savages..."

"What was that?" He said as a low hum was heard before the girl fell to her knees silently screaming. Tears flowed from her eyes and her voice was held in her throat. "Speak!" The hum grew intense.

"N-Nothing!" The girl said with strain before the hum disappeared. "May I stop them?"

The man chuckles. "No, come to me. We will deal with them together." 

"Yes, father." The girl said before hanging the phone and started her long journey down the halls.

To be continued...

Sorry for the shitty chapter. Honestly unlike other my stories, I never had a clear idea of what I was going to do with this one, still don't. I'll try to find a better way to mold the story or I'll have to do a re-write. Again, I Apologize for the shitty chapter.

*Please excuse the following if it's not up to standard:

This was an idea I had for a while. Since the Old American Mythos (For simplicity to rounds up all native American tales) is one that leaves the door for multiple appearances and would be origin stories... So to not offend any one (and not to stain the native Americans history) this will be an Oc Tribe of sorts. As of this moment I don't have all the details sorted out.

The Stone-Bird tribe is one of the more successful tribes. It has lasted since the times of the mighty Haast Eagle, from which the name comes from one of it's myths,  and is know by the ability to laugh in the face of death. There is evidence to prove to say that they crossed the sea in similar style tp the Vikings of old. Once they landed on the Americas they made their way through it and settled in many places... Leading to one of it's mysteries.

They kept in communication. Somehow the tribe on the north planes communicated and had knowledge of the tribe on the Amazon jungles. They kept in tact in name and on traditions. 

Another thing to note is how they wrote of... other legends. Some how they have "notes" on legends from the Old German Empire, African legends, and from other tribes and empires in America.