Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20190814085547

The Shaman wiped the green discharge from his maw and said sorrowfully "Damn it, I know exactly what attention it'll bring and thought this would be the one..." He then made a series of calls that caught the attention of the all the colony, evening the ones sleeping awoken almost instantly to heed his call. He faced the rest of the colony as they huddled together.

"We have to evacuate as soon as possible! I'd say we have a deadline of five minute at most, grab the pups first before your possessions but I'm sure you knew to do that anyway, if you can't carry something, leave it."

The shaman turned his head to Kreed.

"I need you to organise everyone while I'm gone, I have to bring ba-AAAAHHHH!!!"

A metallic net, connected to a series of heavy. weighted balls sent bright blue electric currents through the Werebats body as it wrapped around him. He fell to the ground, made unconcious almost instantly but not before he could mutter "...r-....un"

Kreed up from the unconcious werebats to where the hunter's shot came from. A man, possibly in his mid to late thirties stood there. He held a net rifle that had recently been shot, had sunglasses and wore a hunter vest, cargo shorts, steel cap boots and an akubra that had several predatory canines in place of the usual corks. Behind him was an armada of men, holding different types of rifles, some had tranqualizer darts and many more that knock a target out, non-lethaly but one thing was that consistent with all of them, their choice of fashion.

They wore white-leather trench coats, gasmasks that concealed every feature of their head, you couldn't even see what colour their hair was and to top off the look, steel helmets with golden wings on the side rested on top of their noggins. Behind those men was a fleet of trucks that all had the same design of a horned, sharp-toothed skull with chains wrapped around it's boney exterior on the sides. Infront of that was clear, bold letters that spelled out the same thing on every singleone H.M.E.P, Holy Monster Extermination Project.

The men pointed their weapons at the now frightened and scared colony before the man that caused the shaman to drop to the floor smirked and said with an aussie ancent.

"G'day..."

MEANWHILE

Lulu and Roxy remained in the dark, still investigating where the words lead to, well Lulu was anyway. As she creeked the door open, she would see it lead to a room that was covered floor to ceiling in the same scratched out messenges that lead her here in the first place. The only parts of the room that weren't covered in "I'm sorry" were cave paintings that depicted a rather graphic tale.

It began with a werebat that had the same necklace as the shaman, cradling what appeared to be a Werebat pup in it's skin-covered wings, then the shaman teaching a now five year pup how to hunt, before several werebats flew over their heads, running from men with the same gasmask and trench coat attire. The shaman picked up the child and made his get away, spreading his wings as the youngling clinged from his chest. The shaman was shot down spiraling out of control before crashing to the ground.

The pup shook him, trying to wake him before itself was shot with a electro net gun, making it shake and spaz uncontrollable before falling to the ground. Smoke rose from the body of the little thing as it didn't move at all. The man that shot the child dropped his rifle as he held a hand to his mouth and the other to his stomach, making it clear that he didn't mean to kill the kid. The shaman finally woke, slowly pushing himself up before seeing his child's lifeless body. He crawled over to the fried pup, crying and crying and crying until the blue liquid that filled it's eyes vanished, replaced with a rich scarlet. The figure quickly leapt from the corpse to the man, sinking it's teeth in his neck as his mask fell off. With each chomp his face grow whiter and whiter, starting look more like a skeleton than that of a man, until.....there was no other pigment left, he was drained dry.