(Response from Last one)
The werecat tries jumping and jumping to reach the owl sitting on the branch just out of her reach. The owl just looks down at her unamused.
(Response from Last one)
The werecat tries jumping and jumping to reach the owl sitting on the branch just out of her reach. The owl just looks down at her unamused.
A masked man gets frantic as he spots a large blue pile of ooze approaching him. As the shapeless mass draws closer it takes on the faint appearance of a woman. He unloads his entire magazine into the slime, but her body simply absorbs the bullets, affecting her little.
The man runs around the corner and reloads his MP5. As he has learned about the physical resistance of the monster close by, he opts to find a way out of the sewer before he is attacked by another, possibly more dangerous monster. He runs down the tunnel just as the slime turns the corner, fortunately lacking the speed to catch up to him.
"Is that what my kind looked like in the past?" an astonished Jinko asked aload at the sight of the Tiger Warrior.Â
"H-honorable Warrior, I w-would love it with you would ma... I-I-I mean! S-spar with me" the flustered Tigress bowed trying her best to hide her excitment and arousal. The male Weretiger at first gave the Jinko a perplexed look before readying his Bo Staff in a fighting stance, accepting her "Challenge".
Despite her best efforts the Jinko could do nothing to hide the lecherous grin on her face as she took up a fighting stance of her own.
The raven soars through the sky until it comes upon a large Ocelomeh camp. It lands on the arm largest of the feline mamono who stands at an imposing eight feet. A magical earring on the leader's ear shimmers purple, opening up telepathic communication with the raven.
"Report?" she asks.
"The closest Order presence is a small platoon with its men exhausted, likely from a long march," the raven answers.
"Excellent work," the Ocelomeh replies with a satisfied grin.
With its job finished, the avian scout flies up to a nearby tree branch and takes a rest there. The camp leader meanwhile raises her weapon into the air and declares with a thunderous roar, "Sisters! Prepare yourselves for we move out soon!"
A tiger warrior was attacked by a Lizardman "I'm looking for a battle don't hold back!" She shouted after he blocked her sword so he fought with her for some time.
Then he attack her so she instinctively tried to block it with her sword but his attack was powerful enough to shatter it which caused her to be amazed with such strength.
Later after the fight she kept chasing and begging the tiger warrior and wanted him to be her husband.
The amazon smacks the weapon out of the masked man's hands, "A man with a weapon is pretty cute, but sweetie, it's time to stop playing pretend and get back in the kitchen."
"Oh, now this just looks badass!" a Hellhound says as she walks up to a poster depicting the head of a flaming lizard.
She takes it off of the rack and slaps it on the counter in front of the cashier asking, "How much for this awesome poster?"
"Three hundred dollars," the cashier replies.
The Hellhound slaps the money down onto the counter and soon walks out with the poster. She soon realizes that she may have trouble fitting it into her car.
"Eh, I'll have my hubby bring his truck," she mutters as she takes out her smartphone and dials the number of her spouse.
"Before..." A jinko wanders close to a marble statue of an ancient of her kind. The monstrous features, far from what they are as today.
"...after" Turning to a man, she points to herself. Strong and feminine. Muscly and curvy. A far cry to what they once were, devoted to healing the wounds of the past.
"See the difference?" She approaches the man, an ex-hero persuaded to a simpler, less combat-driven life. A withered set of armor lays behind them, left rusty with years of unsued inertia.
"I guess--" She leans on him, fiercely displaying an emotion she could never had have before.
~Good. Let me further unravel the changes we have welcomed~.
A werewolf alpha prowls the forest at the stroke of midnight. Her pups had warned her of a mysterious figure that had wandered through prior and had left them frightened. She sniffs the air, waiting for any change in the scent of old leaves. Her olfactory senses are soon touched by bones, and she charges in that direction.
She continues until she spots a glowing white figure in the distance. She skids to a stop and stands tall, glaring at the being who is now looking back at her with hollow eyes and an empty smile.
"You scared my kids!" the werewolf accuses the figure as she points a claw at him.
The being shrugs and replies, "It was not my attention to spook them. I was just trying to get home."
"Well you better scram before I get nasty!" the werewolf growls.
The figure flees in a blur, and the werewolf is left shaking her head pondering what she had just witnessed.
A Tiger Warrior was approached by a Lilim "My My I haven't seen a former demon lord creature in a long time." She slowly pace herself toward him but the warrior went into a defensive stance "Oh...not interested on changing your life? That's a ashamed perhaps I can force you." She said before casting a spell that sends a huge wave of demonic energy towards the warrior.
Soon demonic energy smoke surrounded him and slowly made him weaker which caused him to accept his fate while succumb to the new demonic energy.
Soon once the smoke dissipate he or in case now she opened her eyes to see that she had transformed into a much more feminine human like look but she kept her warrior spirit "Welcome to the new era of monsters." The lilim helped her got up "Don't worry I'll teach you everything." She said to her.
A fist craddles the masked man's face, shoving him downward in a diagonal fashion "Hell no!"
Dazed and confused, the blur makes his vision unclear "We're not doing this!"
Confused at the sudden impulse of pain, the booming voice "Last jackass was enough!"
But, ultimately, his vision cleared up. Laid on the grassy floor of a breezing autumn, his hiding eyes raise to meet the angered stared of an Ogre, yellow irises scowling him just as her voice is "Of all the damn places you coul have stumbled to, why the hell here?!"
He knows she is the one who clobbered him straight. He quickly lifts his hand and pulls the trigger toward the maid-dressed marriage of muscle of curves. Nothing.
"Hey, cross-eye, I think you're missing something!" IN the dazzling confound of pain, he was robbed of his weapon. The same now held in the Ogre's hand "No soul here need a piece of shit spitting its insecurity in the shape of an overcompensating amalgamation of bucket metal and loud noise!"
Clenching her fist, the sub machine gun shatters amidst its fingers, a broom appearing on her hand from no noticeable space "Now, git! Out, before I lay your ass in the wood for some werewolf pack to find!"
Hearing her deep voice shatters the last piece of resolve he had, the flight instincts taking over and turning him away in a sprint.