A-Hunting

[mordredeschain]

 *It's a nice day for a hunting trip. Mordred is still in human form, but his mind is reaching out to look for prey like the creepiest of spiders. Somewhere not far off there are deer, birds, other hunters . . .*

(So, what shall we catch today? There are humans near, I'm sure at least one of them deserves to die.)

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[wordsofwater]

Hunting the hunters?, the irony is not lost on her. She's always harboured a deep seated disgust for hunters. Hiding behind their guns, preying on poor innocent creatures. Not one of them has the ability to defend themselves unarmed and up close, with nothing more than their wits and bare hands.

"You say the sweetest things."

[mordredeschain]

I do try my best.

(Shall we let them panic, or should I grasp their minds and force them ta sit an' wait for my hunger?)

[wordsofwater]

Let them panic. I think they should get to feel the thrill of the chase.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred nods. A moment later the spider comes bursting into the clearing where the hunters are getting their kits together and latches onto one. The unlucky human screams as spider-Mordred wraps him up tightly.*

(That's one. Who wants ta be next?) *Far too many beady eyes stare at a man who's reaching for his gun, eight long legs tearing it from his grasp. The other hunters flee mindlessly as the would-be gunman loses his weapon and a few of his fingers.* (Ooh, snacks!)

[wordsofwater]

This time, when Mordred changes into a spider, she is eagerly ready for it. She has positioned herself at the far side of the clearing and gets a good view of the proceedings. Mordred is quick on his eight long legs and the first guy really didn't get much of a chance to run. Nor the second, truth be told. Loving your work.

A couple others are heading right for her. Trying to escape. They spot her, and shout out a warning.

"Quick run, there's a giant fucking spider!"

Giggling she turns and leads the way towards the river, shouting behind her for the two hunters to follow. They think she's leading them to safety This is almost too easy.

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred is all-too-happy to chase them into the river, although he gives them a bit of a head start while he finishes wrapping up the second victim.* (Want ta drown them, or shall I?)

[wordsofwater]

I'll just keep them busy until you get here. No rush.

When she reaches the waters edge she keeps running and the guys pile in to the river behind her. They are several strides in, up to their thighs, before they realise that she is not in the water but running across the top of it. She reaches the middle of the river and turns to face them.

"What the fuck?!" declares one, almost falling back into the water in his surprise.

"Careful now, you don't wan't to fall in." she giggles. Here let me give you a Hand.

That is a seriously fucking cool picture :D

[mordredeschain]

*Mordred appears on the bank of the river a moment later. Water isn't his territory like it is hers, but that doesn't mean he can't pounce if need be. He jumps and clings to the back of the man nearer to him, sinking in his fangs even as his webbing ties the man's limbs together.*

(That's three down. Lets try for four.) *As his third victim falls he snags the fourth, tying them together and dragging them to land.* (That's enough of a feast for now, I think. I hope you don't mind me playing with my food a bit?)

Re: Thanks :))

[wordsofwater]

Don't mind me, go ahead, play all you like. You surely can't eat all 4 of them can you ? she is walking back towards the shore now, almost dancing across the surface with excitement.

The fourth victim is still alive and kicking with his one free foot, even while he is wound tightly in web and being dragged.

"Your webs are amazing. Like heavy silk ropes."

[mordredeschain]

(I can certainly try.) *He pokes curiously at the kicking human, laughing as he struggles.

*One of the other humans is still alive as well when they get back, although that one is weakening fast.* (So, humes, what does it feel like ta be the prey for once?)

[wordsofwater]

The hunters, the ones that are still alive that is, are feeling scared witless. She stands over one, without remorse. "What's the matter, don't you like the taste of your own medicine?" He blinks up at her, fearfully, casting the look between her and the giant spider.

"What are you?"

[mordredeschain]

(I be of the line o' the Crimson Empress who be Queen o' Spiders. My friend be kin ta water nymphs. You be either today's dinner or tomorrow's, I've yet ta decide.) *Mordred creeps closer, mandibles clicking.* (I hope ya don't mind if I place ya in my web, do ya? Don't want ya gettin' away while I'm eatin' thy friends, now do I?)

[wordsofwater]

The clicking sounds would be pretty, if you didn't know what was causing them, and wasn't on the menu.

"No, no. Please don't eat me," begs the man pitifully.
She tilts her head on one side. "If you didn't want to be part of the hunt you shouldn't have come out hunting today."

Then she looks about for somewhere to sit while Mordred plays with his food.

"I don't suppose you could make me a swing could you?"

[mordredeschain]

*He nods to his friend, then quickly makes her a little swing and turns back to his meal. He tastes one of the corpses before sinking his fangs in with a small, pleased sound.*

(You'd have killed an' eaten thy prey, sai. Why should I not do the same? 'Tis only fair, say true.) *He takes several gulps of blood from his current meal.* (Your fellow hunter is really quite delicious, ya ken--I hope you'll be as tasty when your turn comes.)

[wordsofwater]

The swing is magnificent. She wraps a hand around each down strand and pushes off, moving her legs back and forth to pick up momentum.

"I love this." she tells him, "It's so much fun."

[mordredeschain]

(Just the swing, or the huntin' too?)

*When the human appears to be too terrified to respond, Mordred pokes him with a leg.* (Talk, hume. The longer ya amuse me the longer ya live.)

[wordsofwater]

"Everything!" she declares, leaning back on the swing as if she hasn't a care in the world.

The human on the other hand has a lot of cares and is keen to take up the offer of talking, thinking perhaps he can talk his way out of this.

"Let me go. I've got a family, kids. They'll be worrying where I am. Just let me go. Please. I won't tell anyone."

[mordredeschain]

(They'll learn ta live without thee. Perhaps they'll even learn that huntin' be a bad idea, though my hopes aren't high.

(What's it like in cocoon, if I may ask? Confinin', I imagine, but I've never been in one. I do so hope the silk is comfortable, sai, ya might be in there for a day or so.)

[wordsofwater]

"A bit like being in the womb I should imagine, cosy." she interjects. The silk thread in her hands feels luxurious, strong yet smooth.

"I wouldn't worry about your little ones," she tells the man.
"I'm a father, you can't do this to me. To them. I have responsibilities."
"Hold on a minute. Does that mean that I am expendable? Just because I don't have children then your life is more important than mine?"

[mordredeschain]

(Like bein' wrapped in blankets, mayhaps.

(Aye, that would be the implication. I've no children either, sai, but I'm worth ten million o' thee.

(Ah, I'm afraid thy friend has been drunk dry.) *The unfortunate hunter he'd been feeding on is ineed crumbling to dust now.*

[wordsofwater]

"I think you'd better shut up now before I kill you myself."

She swings herself higher.

"How are you feeling now, after your feast?" she asks Mordred. "Nicely full and content I hope. they do say that fresh food is the best for you and you can't get much fresher than this. "

[mordredeschain]

*The spider becomes a youth again, so he can smile properly at her.* Quite content indeed. Our poor friends here are probably less content, o' course, but that be okay. They'll only be scared for the rest o' their lives, aye?

*He laughs as the poor prey starts to struggle.* Hush, silly humes. You've got no way out an' no way down. I'll be eatin' thee tomorrow no matter how ya scream an' beg.

[wordsofwater]

"Nobody can hear you anyway, so there's no point in wasting your energy."

She admires the way the silk threads, far from being silkily slippery, seem to tighten as the prey strugles, getting more caught on themselves and making the cocoon neat.

"Perhaps you should hide the cocoons so that if anyone comes looking for the missing hunters they won't find your lunch and try to steal it."

[mordredeschain]

Mmm, true. One moment.

*He'll just be hanging them upside-down from a treetop, then, so no one will be able to reach them in a hurry even if they are found.*

[wordsofwater]

Her head tilts back as she watches. "The speed with which you can scale the tree is impressive."