{The Creature Hunt} Triscripto

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Deep within the wastelands, the desert sands began to stir. They resembled a groundhog trail as whatever it was beneath the sands created a small round layer to move like a small line, back and forth just above the surface. The sand moved until a giant rock formation came into its path and as soon as it hit it, the Giant Scorpion like creature appeared, arising from the sand to crawl onto the chunk of earth and go over it before entering the sand again.

Out here, in its domain, the Triscripto was fast and agile. A deadly force to be reckoned with. Dozens of caravans and travels had lost their goods and their lives to the beast. And looking around the sand it was evident, the scenery was as a graveyard much like on would imagine somewhere in the sea with sunken ships, except of course these were carriages and skeletons of the caravan. Only a few had made it out alive to inform the city and others of the danger and so now, it fell onto the hunters to try and rid this beast, capture if possible, because of course it was something completely unknown to any bestiary throughout the Kingdom.

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Gwilym sat at the edge of the desert, readying his giant Goragonian Desert Blades for the hunt. They needed to try and keep this thing alive, a difficult task no doubt. How something like this creature would be able to be captured and contained continually was beyond him. Of all the creatures that would have to die in the process, he believed this was one of the three.

He was the first one here, and hopefully not the last, although he would try alone if he really had to. He had signed up after all, and he wouldn't go against his word, it just wasn't in his nature to abandon his word. So... here he was, praying that someone, at least one other would show up. The thought did cross his mind... what if his wish was granted but Draco was the only other to show... great now he probably just jinxed himself.

[Walter Grace]

As a knight of Avaleur, Walter knew that it was his duty to protect the people. Because of this, he thought that it would be best to try and capture one of the beasts himself. The least amount of civilians out and about trying to catch these creatures, the better. Or so he felt.

So, he decided that the one that best suited him to go after was the one they called Triscripto. Walter was good at attacking from a distance, and so far nothing had killed him, so he must have been tolerant to venom. His logic was not thought out well at all, but before anyone knew it the demon was soaring towards the desert.

The man dressed in light clothing, with chain mail under it. The heat would make it worse for those who liked to wear heavy armor- lucky for Walter, heavy armor was hard to fly with.

Deciding to save some of his energy, he flew down and began to walk, carefully making his was to the desert. He was curious, to say the least- the first creature was oddly interested in him. He wondered if Triscripto was as well.

Reaching the edge of the desert, he looked around, flexing his claw-like fingers.

I've found my first problem. How the hell do I find the bloody beast, the demon grumpily sighed, looking around. It didn't take long to spot someone not too far from him. It was a stellios, which made Walter smirk. Perhaps the desert dwelling being could find the beast faster than himself.

"Excuse me!" Walter yelled, as he began walking over towards the man.
"By any chance are you participating in the creature hunt?"

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Gwilym turned as he heard the yell, it was as if his wish was granted only moments after making it. And, as a plus, it wasn't Draco. It would have been awkward for him if... And what if they started talking about...

Gwilym squinted as he looked out to the man in the near distance. Walter, the demon knight. Most knew of him, Gwilym being one of those people.

"Oi' there mate, Ah din n fact sign up for the hunt..." He looked passed him, hoping for mate a few others, but alas, none. "Ah ain't goin to doubt ya or nothin mate but, ya didn't brin anyone else with ya did ya?" Although it was clear he hadn't, perhaps they were on there way.

[Walter Grace]

Walter shook his head, stopping in front of the stellios with a shrug, throwing his hands into his pockets once more.
"No. Guess I'm too cocky for my own good," the demon smirked. "Though I've ran into a bit of trouble. I have no idea how to track this thing down."

Walter did feel that he could probably take down the beast himself. But when it came down to it, his confidence in that was watered down with the fact that he was no tracker.

The demon looked out into the desert, tapping his foot, before looking at the man once more.

"Don't suppose you know how to though?" he asked, a bit of hope in his voice.

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"You should learn to be a bit more of a groupy, especially if ya be thinkin about doin thins like this mate. Out here you can be cactused more ways n any other. It won't be just the beast fightin ya out here in the sea of sand."

He shook his head as he chuckled at Walter's stupidity really.
"Ah can track it Ah'm sure mate. Just have to get close enough. Wit me bein a... Well let me just explain real quick. Ah can feel slight vibrations in the earth when it be like this, but other than that, you just got to be lookin for it." He explained as he walked further into the sands. "Venomous smells, piles of sand in odd places, that sort a thin."

[Walter Grace]

Walter thought for a moment as he followed the man, thinking about what he said.
"I don't suppose I'll become a pro at this in a day, so I think that for the most part you're on your own with the tracking," the demon shrugged.

"I'm Walter, Walter Grace," he stated, realizing that he did not even introduce himself. "And what might be your name?"

He didn't know if he would like this man yet- after all, the man did seem to look down upon him at that time. Which was reasonable- Walter was never one to think things through, and going headfirst into the desert to kill a beast he didn't know much about was a horrible idea.
But Walter didn't like to feel looked down upon.

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"The names Gwilym. Pleasure to have ya around, it'll be good to have at least anotha man out here to try and tackle Triscripto. Ah didn't really want to burry me own limpy out here, not for this anyhow." He turned around for a moment and smiled, although it may have only looked like he held his mouth open. Whether Walter was aware of the facial expressions if Stellios he did not know.
"You grabbin all that Ah be slinin mate?" He chuckled. Before turning around and walking again. A sour, no maybe a bitter smell... Or both really, could be faintly picked up on Gwilym's tongue, if Walter could smell it he knew not, probably by quite yet.

[Walter Grace]

Walter stopped walking for a moment, his eyebrows slowly turning down. He then quickly jogged to catch up, speaking, "I'm sorry, but...what? I'm not really used to your accent quite yet."
He felt slightly embarrassed to have to ask. He was already having a hard time understanding, but he was getting most of it. But it seemed the more they talked, the less Walter understood."

Walter faintly smelled something in the air, but thought nothing of it because it was so subtle.

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Gwilym chuckled, shaking his head. "Ah wasn't lookin forward to goin at this thin alone is all Ah was sayin mate." He smiled and continued on his way.

The smell growing stronger and the sun high in the sky, heating up the area, making it dry and hot. It felt rather nice to Gwilym, but without a bit off shade anywhere to be seen it was bright and irritating.

Up ahead, too far to be seen or felt, the sand moved around like a wave freely moving in the ocean around the caravan graveyard.

[Walter Grace]

Walter thought for a moment before nodding, continuing to follow the man.
Walter just hoped that he would be able to understand Qwilym while fighting- after all, it could mean life or death if Walter heard 'its running away' when he actually said 'its coming your way'.

Walter wasn't enjoying the weather too much. Where he lived, it was relatively cool. Underground, and whatnot. But here, where the sun was bright and hot, and the air was dry and dusty, Walter certainly wasn't happy. Especially with the chain mail under his clothes.
The knight was tempted to take it off- but in the fight, he felt it might come in handy.

"Do you smell that?" the demon asked as the smell grew stronger. He rubbed at his nose a bit, the stench not fitting him too kindly.

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"Oi'?! Ya mean the venom. Ah would say we be gettin close to the blimey verm." He stated as he continued to trek towards the slight feelings of movement and the smell.
The sand sort of sprayed with each step, if one wasn't prepared of this type of environment, with each step their shoe would be filled with sand. Gwilym of course didn't have to worry, he didn't wear shoes.

"So how it be bein a knite n all? Ya have to deal wit a lot a lost blokes (crazy people)."

[Walter Grace]

Walter thought for a moment with pursed lips.
"Well, sometimes. Mostly drunks, really. And petty thieves. Some crazy ones, but not too often," Walter felt rather lucky in this case. After all, Avaleur wasn't always the nicest place. Walter was just lucky enough to not usually have to deal with the bigger, or crazier stuff.

"Though one time I had to deal with some crazy guy who thought that his wife was a demon, and was trying to burn her alive," the knight shook his head, a small smile curling onto his face.
"Shoulda seen his face when I told him she wasn't. He asked how I could know, and I told him I was one. I think they were foreigners, so I guess he didn't know about me. Tried to burn me down as well. I was able to arrest him, but it wasn't the easiest," the demon laughed.

"Most of my job is paperwork, though. Circling the streets, making sure no one's trying to kill the Queen, that sort of thing," he shrugged as if it were no big deal- and it wasn't.
He was rarely in the thick of things, only a few times- at the riot, and at the battle months ago. He still gritted his teeth thinking about Devon- but he couldn't help be happy that he was the one to kill him.
Usually though, Walter's job was a cakewalk- not just for him, but many would find what he did easy as well.

"What do you do, anyways?" Walter asked out of pure curiosity, breathing through his mouth to try and get less of the venom's stench.

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"Oi', Ah reckon it be similar to how people look when they see a giant lizard speak to em." Gwilym chuckled, boy how it never changed, everywhere he went it was wide eyes stairs and dropped jaws.
"Some blokes jus don't see the world like othas."

Being a knight didn't seem very exciting at all, not how he had pictured. Which was odd, at one point he had wanted to try out to become one. An Avaleurian knight, but things just went a different direction and now he was almost thankful he wasn't. Life at the pack was much more eventful.

"Me? Well mate Ah traveled the land for some time, studing and takin in the experiences. But now Ah find me home wit the pack, the younins keep me busy, and entertained." He chuckled as he thought of those pesky three.

The atmosphere began to change. Dismantled, ruined, and partially sand covered wagons an remains if caravans slowly began to appear. Gwilym could easily feel the vibrations now, and if it wasn't for the heat f the sun reflecting on the surface of the sand to cause a small haze, they could have seen the sand moving in the distance. Gwilym and Walter had just entered the caravan graveyard... No mans land.

[Walter Grace]

Walter chuckled.
"I've met a few of the younger werewolves. They don't seem too bad, really."

Walter touched one of the caravans gently, his claw-like fingers gently grazing the surface as they walked by it.
He opened up his wings slightly, to make sure he would be ready to fly if he had to. Of course, he felt slight vibrations in his feet- he did not know if it was Triscripto or not, but he wasn't abut to take that chance.

"Do you have any preference on how we'll do this, then?" Walter stated, looking over the sand as best as possible, trying to spot the creature.
Of course, what with the haze, it was difficult. After all, Walter was not used to such climate.

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"Ah reckon it will be a dosey mate. The hunters wanted the thin alive if possible so somehow or another we'll need to try n subdue it." Gwilym sighed, it was going to be quite the difficult task. I mean look around! It clearly could do some damage to large groups of people and here they were, two...

"By the looks aroun here Ah'd say it be a nasty bloke too mate. A mean one for sure," He says as he looks around, "territorial no doubt, deadly n many ways certainly." There was a short pause as they neared a rather large boulder/plateau.
"The desert incarnate in a beast Ah reckon."
The ground shook and the smell of venom was strong at this point. A sort of scurrying sound could be heard as Gwilym drew his desert blades and readied himself. From behind the rock sand sprayed high into the air and the sound of claws against the rock was heard before, over the top and into their sight arose a small striped bark scorpion.

Gwilym chuckled again and lowered his blades. "Oi' mate, Ah coulda swore it was-"
Just then Triscripto shot out from behind the rock formation and stood atop it, making a noise that sounded like a loud moaning of some sort of sea animal while the teeth of its three round mouths rotated around like a shredder into the funnel that was its throat.
"Oh..." Gwilym said and raised his blades again.
It crawled down the rock and burrowed back into the sand, the top layer bulging out, showing where it was. It moved around quickly, when slowly its spiked clubbed tail, each point harboring deadly venom, rose from the sand like a shark's fin and moved right at the two. Gwilym dove to the side to avoid the tail as it smashed down. Rolling in the sand before sanding back up to look at check for Walter. His clear eyelids closing shut to allow him to see and not be hindered by the flying sand.

[Walter Grace]

Walter tensed up, lifting off and beginning to fly, engulfing his hands in dark magic. He quickly had to cover his eyes from the sand.
At that point, Walter realized that he had no idea how to contain this beast.

Clenching his teeth he looked below, throwing one of the balls of magic to the ground in front of the beast, hoping to perhaps put it into a state of shock. After all, the ball was one of his exploding balls of magic.

(( Sorry for the crappy reply, I just thought I'd better get it out there asap XD" ))

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Gwilym saw what Walter was attempting to doing so he used his earth magic to make a wave of sand of his own in the way if the creature to hopefully scare it into stopping or surfacing.

The creature slowed and the ball of dark magic bursted as it hit the sand. Sending a blast of sand in all directions am caused the creature to surface and slash out around in the area with its pincers and slam its tail down. It was at that moment Gwilym understood, this creature didn't have any eyes. It was much like a snake, feeling the vibrations to learn the location of its prey... But where was its sensors? He couldn't tell at the moment. Walter was in the best position, by being in the air, he wasn't emitting any vibrations, he was off the grid.

Gwilym used his earth magic to send pulsation in various locations around the creature, which caused it to look around frantically from place to place.
Gwilym laughed, "Oi'! It be blind if it can't feel where ya at, the poor bloke must think its fightin n army."

With the sound of Gwilym's voice, the creature dove into the sand and began closing the distance in between it and Gwilym. He caused a sand pillar to rise but it went straight on through, unphased. Without Walter he would be fighting Triscripto in close combat, probably a very improbable and dangerous thing.

[Walter Grace]

Walter raised an eyebrow, thinking of what to do. He was a destruction expert- not a protector. He sighed under his breath, and raised a hand. It glowed for a moment, a large shield of dark magic forming a few feet in front of Gwilym.

Walter knew that he would have to use the fact that the creature thought he was an army to his advantage.

He threw a few more explosive balls of magic in front of the shield. As they blew up the shield was unphased- but Walter hoped to make the creature frightened of the noise again, and move away from that spot.

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Gwilym backed up at the sudden creation of the wall of dark magic, and good thing too.
Triscripto arose from the sands, slashing out at the areas in which the balls of magic had hit and then diving towards Gwilym.
The wall of magic shattered into pieces as the creature broke through but only for each piece that made contact act just like Walter's exploding orbs of dark magic. Triscripto was bombarded by explosive burst and from the screeching it could be confirmed that it was not enjoying it. Several of it's claws broke off at its joints and dropped to the ground. Tiny hairs on its legs were burnt off.

Gwilym covered his eyes as the beast threw dust and dirt in all directions. Once able to see, although sand still flung everywhere, his eyelids had just been cleaned, Gwilym dove in, swords raised and slashed out at the remaining claws and pincers on Triscripto's sides.
The tail swung and knocked Gwilym into the air, sending him tumbling in the sand. On his chest, where the spiked club had hit, were tiny pick like wounds that had injected poison into Gwilym's blood, lucky for him it wouldn't be as affective.
He got up and readied himself again but the creature dove back down into the sand. It began to dig around as Gwilym collapsed in the sand. The venom was a sedative. His Hitskin would burn it off soon, but for now, his body slowly started shutting down, going into a state of paralysis.
Lucky for Gwilym, and unknown to him and Walter, Triscripto's vibration sense had been damaged, the millions of hairs on it's legs damaged during Walter's wall of magic.
It continued to dig around, listening, feeling.