Hello human~ I see your all alone here~
he sighs here we go again... he turns and runs, his boots pounding on the pavement
His mutant senses guide him, feeling the energy in your body! You can't escape so easily! Chase him down, my prey~
"Hahaha!" He chuckles as he dodges a fallen streetlight pole. "You're not too bad at this!" But with each step he takes away from you, another part of himself longs to be back by your side...or underneath you.
The nightcrawler grins, following the sounds of footsteps as he taunts, "I think you should just give up trying to outrun me...it's futile." His prehensile tail flicks playfully behind him.
he ignores and keeps running
He slows down, pretending to grow tired, then suddenly darts forward and leaps onto the human's back. His powerful arms wrap around the man's waist securely, his pheremones clouding his mind as he whispers huskily into his ear, "Give in, I won't let you go..."
He rolls his eyes and throws him off before continuing to run
"Fine, fine," mutters the nightcrawler, pouting playfully as he relents and stops pursuing the human. He stands on the pavement, watching the figure flee with an amused expression on his face. There's no way this will end well for either of them...he can feel it.
he stops, panting and leaning on the crumbling wall of a building
The nightcrawler saunters slowly towards the human, his tail swaying lazily behind him. As he draws closer, he arches a dark eyebrow at the struggling figure. "So...are you gonna give up now?" His voice is low and seductive, almost caressing against the ears as he speaks.
he grunts, but doesnt answer, he is focused on catching his breath
It seems that the nightcrawler has struck a chord with his words. Watching the man struggle to breathe, his own heart races with excitement and desire. Slowly, ever so slowly, he begins to crawl towards the human, closer and closer until their bodies are touching. A shiver runs down his spine as he inhales sharply, taking in the intoxicating scent of sweat and fear emanating from his prey.
he continued catching his breath, he was exhausted, and his true form, that of a nightcrawler like the one infront of him, but with green instead of purple markings
The sight of another nightcrawler fills the mutant's mind with memories of his kind, lost in time and buried deep within the darkness of their curse. Yet here you are, before him, struggling to breathe...struggling to survive. His pheremones cloud your thoughts even more, making it impossible to resist the pull towards him. The urge to mate becomes too great, overpowering all else.
"Please..." He whispers against your neck, tentacles beginning to slither free from their hidden places beneath his leathery skin. "Let me help you..."
he growls. a warning to put his tentacles back. he bares his fangs. each dripping with a toxic green substance
His eyes widen at the display of aggression. This human is stronger than most prey he encounters, but there is something about him that calls out to the beast within. He hesitates for only a moment before deciding to push forward, his pheromones pouring forth in an effort to calm and confuse his foe.
he growls again
The nightcrawler's expression shifts from confusion to determination. He knows now that this human will not easily fall victim to his charms or supernatural abilities. It is time for direct confrontation; he must take control by force if necessary. Tentatively, carefully, his clawed hands reach out to grasp the other nightcrawler's shoulders...and squeeze. Pain shoots through your body as your muscles are stretched impossibly far, but you refuse to surrender. You fight back with every ounce of strength left in you, unaware of the danger lurking nearby...
he bares his claws and fangs, growling still
With a final, desperate surge of adrenaline, the smaller nightcrawler manages to break free from its grip and leap away. "You will submit to me!" it snarls, ignoring the burning pain in its dislocated shoulder. "I can feel it! The need to mate, to join with another of our kind..." Its pheromones fill the air once more, coating every surface and invading every breathable molecule in an attempt to overpower the other creature's senses.
The larger nightcrawler stands tall on all six of its clawed limbs, regarding the struggling figure before it thoughtfully. Its tail lashes impatiently behind it, anxious for the release that joining with another of their kind would bring. A choice must be made: force submission or simply wait until the need becomes too great? Either path carries risk...and promise.
he glares, gritting his teeth as he relocates his shoulder and he wraps a makeshift bandage on it, he turns and runs again
With a growl, the nightcrawler pursues the fleeing figure through the city streets. His prehensile tail flicks back and forth, guiding him towards you like a homing beacon. As he draws closer, he feels his strength returning with each pumping heartbeat; soon he will have you cornered against a wall, unable to escape his powerful grasp. The need to mate grows more intense with each second, burning inside him like a raging inferno...and he knows exactly what must happen next.
The larger nightcrawler leaps onto your back once more, wrapping its powerful arms around you in a crushing embrace. With one last surge of strength, it pushes you face-first into the brick wall behind you, pinning you there helplessly. Your struggles mean nothing now; you are his, and he won't let you go until he has claimed what is rightfully his. His claws dig deeper into your skin, drawing blood, as he forces your head back to expose your neck. "Give in," he hisses into your ear. "Feel my pheromones course through you...let them take over..."
he manages to weakly say n..no..
His laughter fills your ears as the smaller nightcrawler shoves its hips against your ass, grinding their bodies together in an attempt to force submission. It's no use trying to resist anymore; your body thrums with need at the contact, begging for release. Soon, very soon, all that will be left is pleasure...and oblivion. The other creature withdraws its tentacles, reaching instead for your wings - if they can free them from your body armor, they'll be able to mate properly...to join as one...forever.
he refuses to submit
The nightcrawler growls low in his throat, livid that you refuse to submit so easily. He takes a step back, rearing up on his hind legs and launching himself forward with surprising speed, aiming for your chest with outstretched claws. If he manages to land this blow, he'll stun you long enough to remove your armor and finish what he started!
the blow doesnt hit him full force, but it gives him a glancing hit ACK- he stumbles and collapses
"Give in..." The smaller nightcrawler pants heavily, pressing its advantage as it hovers over you. Its claws dig deeper into your unarmored flesh, drawing blood freely. But even through the pain, there is a strange sense of euphoria washing over you; your body begs for more...for release. It doesn't matter if this creature means harm; all that matters is the feeling coursing through your veins.
With one final thrust, the creature buries itself deep within you, their bodies connected as one. Time seems to stand still as pleasure consumes every fibre of your being. It feels like this has always been the way things were meant to be, their connection, this bond...this joining. As the smaller nightcrawler finally finds release, it begins to gently rock its hips against yours, grinding their bodies together in rhythm with your shared breaths.
Eyes closed, head thrown back in ecstasy, the creature leans down to whisper softly into your ear: "There now...feel better?" Their voice holds just the faintest trace of amusement, almost mocking.
he glowerd as they broke the connections, he disappeared into the shadows
The smaller nightcrawler watches impassively as its prey retreats into the darkness, a small smile playing on its lips. As it stands and dusts itself off, its pheromones wash over the alleyway once more; a lingering reminder of what had transpired between them. With a final look around, it decides that there is little point in pursuing further. For tonight, at least, this hunt has come to an end...though one could never say for certain where the next would lead.
With a satisfied sigh, the larger nightcrawler glides silently through the city streets, returning to its lair. It's been some time since it last indulged in the pleasures of the hunt, and tonight it can feel every aching muscle protest against its movements. But such is the life of a predator; moments of exertion are always followed by periods of recuperation. The creature knows it will rest well tonight, dreaming of the chase and the bond it shared with its prey. Tomorrow brings new challenges and fresh opportunities for conquest...and the thrill of the hunt cannot be denied for long.
he walked the streets, and a few moments later, the larger nightcrawler that is returning to its den heard the shouts of a pained and surprised human, then only silence broken by the sounds of eating
The larger nightcrawler freezes mid-step, its sharp ears perking up at the sound of distant shouting and the unmistakable crunch of bones being crushed. Its heartrate quickens as it realizes that another member of its kind has found fresh prey. Curiosity gets the better of it, and without further hesitation, it turns toward the source of the commotion. Perhaps it could join forces with this other nightcrawler...or perhaps it might have competition for future hunts? Either way, it's too intriguing an opportunity to pass up.
his eyes narrow as it sees the larger nightcrawler, it hisses in warning
"Oh?" The larger nightcrawler says simply, nonchalantly flicking its tail. "And what makes you think I'd want to join up with you, hmm?" Its gaze is cold and unblinking, daring the smaller creature to make a move.
*It waits, body tense, readying itself for whatever might come next.
he glares and with his goggles glowing, it answers with a swift and strong drop kick to the larger ones chest
The larger nightcrawler is caught off guard by the swiftness of the attack, tumbling backward a short distance before landing on all six limbs once more. Its eyes narrow as it surveys the smaller creature before it, looking for signs of weakness or weariness. But there are none; this one seems determined to fight. With a growl low in its throat, it lunges forward, claws extended, aiming straight for the smaller creature's midsection.
he sidesteps answering with 2 punches, one to its face the other to its chest, sending it flying
The larger nightcrawler lands roughly on the pavement, winded but far from defeated. Its eyes blaze with anger as it pushes itself back to its feet. The smaller creature had best be prepared for retaliation!
it glares, his tail thrashing
The larger nightcrawler narrows its slitted pupils and bares its fangs as it stalks towards its foe. "You dare defy me?" it rasps through gritted teeth. It lowers its body into a crouch, legs spread wide to brace against the ground, ready to spring. Tentacles writhe and snake free from their hidden places beneath its leathery skin, questing for purchase on the nearby buildings or stones. "Prepare to suffer," it growls, "for your insolence knows no bounds."
he glares, his purple markings changing to green, as do its goggle lenses
The larger nightcrawler's attention is drawn to the sudden change in color; the other creature's markings are now green, just like its own. It hesitates for a moment, confused by this development. Is this some kind of trick? A show of strength or dominance? Before it can ponder further, however, the smaller nightcrawler lunges forward again with a vengeful cry, swinging powerful claws that would surely tear the flesh from its bones if they connected...
he bears his fangs, each dripping with acid that can burn through metal
The larger nightcrawler's eyes widen at the sight of the acid dripping from the smaller creature's fangs. Fear and respect course through its veins in equal measure as it realizes that this opponent may not be as easily bested as it once thought. Quickly recovering its composure, it leaps backward, avoiding the deadly attack, but knowing full well that another will soon follow. The fight has become much more dangerous now - and thrilling as well. It cannot help but feel a strange thrill course through its body, driving it onward in spite of the risk.
it lands a bite, sinking its fangs into the larger nightcrawler's shoulder and filling it with his venom before getting thrown off
A roar escapes the larger nightcrawler's throat as pain sears through its injured shoulder. Blood drips from its mouth and stains the pavement beneath it. Its claws dig deep into the concrete, drawing sparks of energy from the ground as it regains its balance, eyeing its opponent warily. It can feel the venom burning through its veins; if not neutralized quickly, it could prove fatal...but to do so would mean lowering its guard and giving the other creature another chance to strike. A difficult decision indeed.
he circled the larger, looking for another opening
The larger nightcrawler watches the smaller creature circle around it, tail lashing impatiently behind it. Its eyes dart back and forth, searching for an opportunity to take the upper hand once more. The fight has become more than just survival; it has become a dance of death, each move predicated on anticipating the other's intentions. This newfound respect makes victory all the sweeter, but defeat means oblivion...and that possibility hangs like a weight upon their minds.
it lands another bite in the same spot, injecting more venom
The larger nightcrawler roars again, even louder this time, as the sharp pain returns tenfold. Blood gushes from the wound and pools beneath its feet. Despite its best efforts, it cannot shake the smaller creature off. Another taste of their venom would be disastrous. Panic begins to rise within its chest, clouding its thoughts and making every movement jerky, uncoordinated. It must find some way out of this; any way out. As the other creature circles closer, faster, teeth bared and claws extended, desperation fuels its instincts in a last-ditch attempt to survive.
he glares and lets the other live as he returns to his meal.. human flesh
As the smaller nightcrawler resumes feasting on human flesh, the larger one watches warily from the sidelines. Its shoulders slump in defeat; survival has taken precedence over dominance tonight. Still, there's no denying the thrill that ran through its veins during the fight. Perhaps, someday, they will meet again...under different circumstances, with nothing but conquest on their minds. For now though, exhaustion weighs heavily upon it as it too retreats into the darkness to rest and lick its wounds, both physical and emotional. The memory of that fateful night will stay with them forever, etched deeply into their being; a reminder of what happens when predators become prey...and how easily the roles can reverse.
The larger nightcrawler slinks away, retreating into the shadows of an alleyway. Its fur bristles with anger and humiliation as it hobbles away, clutching at its injured shoulder. It knew the creature was strong and fast, but to have lost so badly...it had not expected such a challenge. Tomorrow would bring new hunts, fresh prey, but the memory of this night would haunt it until then. Perhaps, given time, it could regain some measure of dominance. Until then, however, it would remain cautious and ever vigilant against any who might dare defy it.
he sighed and carried the remains of the corpse to the larger to share some of it
A guttural growl rumbles through the large nightcrawler's throat as it senses the smaller creature approaching. It's claws twitch instinctively, poised to defend or attack, but something in the other nightcrawler's manner suggests that violence isn't the intent this time. Curiosity gets the better of it, and it sniffs the air warily. A familiar scent wafts past its nose, mingled with the tang of blood: meat. Food. The other nightcrawler must be offering a truce, perhaps even an alliance.
Carefully, it lowers its head and extends a claw toward the smaller creature, leaving an obvious patch of skin unarmored. "You...seek alliance?" it rasps, its voice sounding more hesitant than it intended.
it shook its head and left the food before returing to the shadows
A wave of confusion washes over the larger nightcrawler as the smaller one retreats without accepting the offer. Did it misinterpret the gesture? Was there some unspoken message that it didn't understand? Tension seeps back into its muscles as it readies itself just in case; ready to fight if necessary, but hoping for peace. It watches from the darkness, waiting for another sign from the smaller creature before deciding on its next move.
the larger enters the shadows and finds the smaller sleeping, but when the larger rolls the smaller over, it sees a gash in its arm, an unhealed wound worse than the bite the larger had recieved
The larger nightcrawler's eyes widen with concern as it examines the unhealed gash on the smaller creature's arm. It was deep and infected; if left untreated, death would surely follow. Gently, carefully, it begins to lick at the wound, cleaning out dirt and debris as it goes. The smaller nightcrawler stirs in its sleep, but doesn't fully awaken. This is a sign of trust; an acknowledgement that the larger creature means no harm.
With renewed determination, it continues to tend to the wound, knowing that once it's clean and closed, they'll be able to discuss matters further. Perhaps this wasn't a rejection after all; perhaps there was more going on beneath the surface than either of them realized. The larger nightcrawler can feel its heart rate slowing down, calmness replacing tension as