Lonnie & Feathers Private Thread | Into The Dark
There is a sudden surge of electricity that powered sickly orange lights from a nearby hanging bulb revealing Feathers in Garou form. Hulking and standing nearby, facing Lonnie. His claws are covered in blood. Lonnie's blood.
There is a brief look of confusion that passes over Feather's face before it is taken by something else. The rotted flesh that covered his chest, revealing flayed flesh and ribcage, had crawled upward to contort and twist away at his face. One cheek rotted, as if by Wyrm taint. Feathers looks down at his hands and his head tilts. Then, when Lonnie makes a subtle movement, his eyes flicker upward and he snarls.
And then, darkness again.
The steps came closer to the fallen and broken coyote. This may be the end. The lights flicker on once more in a flash just as Feathers begins to leap toward Lonnie. Fangs bared through graying flesh and matted fur. Claws extended through knobby fingers.
The lights continue to flash and everything became confusion. As Feather's hot breath comes down upon Lonnie, there is a sudden yelp of pain as something reaches out from the darkness ahead. Something wet and black and shining in the flickering light. It wraps around Feather's skull and between his jaws. Another protrusion snaps outward from the darkness and cracks around the claw that was coming down upon Lonnie, tightening with a crack of bone. Feathers strains and grunts as he attempts to fight whatever it was that had caught him. He pulls, gaining only a few inches with the supreme effort before the darkness wins out, pulling Feathers off his feet and into the tunnel ahead.
A splash of warm blood sprays across Lonnie's face with a loud, echoing. yelp from the darkness. There were wet sounds, then. Cracking bones and the sounds of thick liquids spraying against hard stone.