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Yami and Doc vs Cruallassar and Lunar

Sensing that the opening to the chamber leading to the main cavern was unguarded, the monster approached the net. It reached out with its long middle claw to try and cut through. Not only did it not cut, but the claw stuck! With an immense jerk it tore free, grinding its thick teeth.

Ah, but it had already established itself as something of an Einstein among horrors, had it not? It began producing more mucous upon its body, a layer of congealed slime soon coating the beast. It rubbed itself against the net, suffocating the adhesive properties in goo. Now without having to worry about getting stuck, it siezed the net with both claws and wrenched it with such strength that small chunks of rock were torn free from the tunnel. It couldn't break the net, but it could break what the net was stuck to.

The Magna Pater would repeat this process to get through the second web before darting into the mazelike chambers which stretched on for miles to come. If one knew the right path, they could walk to the main cavern in a half hour. It would take the one whom lurked in the depths but a minute or two.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

@ShidenBlades
There is indeed a mention of its stealth in the profile, not much more than a passing mention but only because that mention is all that needs to be said. It's also a highly intelligent ambush predator, much like its blood sucking kin. However silent it is, it can't entirely muffle its movements. That's one of the reasons it tossed the bullet as a diversion. As for the claws on stone, that wouldn't make much noise so long as it didn't go about clacking or scraping them around.

Undiscovery

@Cuccoruler
Behind the group, the Magna Pater saw an opening. The one it had chosen was behind the other two for a brief moment as Saaria rushed ahead. The monster surged forwards, attempting to coil its long, muscular tail about the neck of Cia with the intent of silencing any calls for help, dragging her further back into the cave whilst the others were distracted.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

Whatever end the partially eaten human had met with, it had not been a quick or pleasant one. The face was no longer a face, though one could tell that the final moments had been painful. The jawbone was stretched wide in a screaming rictus, the eyes gouged out and a black hole left where the nose had been. The viscera had been pulled out and mostly eaten. The feet and hands were gone. Old news stories exist, detailing what chimpanzee victims look like. Those maulings are of the sort that even if the victim survived, they would have been better off dead. A chimpanzee had nothing on this. Edrik would have moved quite close to where the monster was hiding, as it had just gone around the corner. Was it still there? No, it had moved again. It was up above, on top of the crypt. It had at first only feigned going up there, but after sensing such an opportunity...

It leaned out almost directly above the wizard, an eldritch gargoyle illuminated from beneath by the blue glow of the sword. It had picked up one of the bullets before going there. Just in case the wizard had planned something or happened to look up, the Magna Pater would toss the bullet overhead so that it would land several yards away on the right. It knew that the distraction would probably make the strong one look away for only the briefest of moments, and so it was quick to follow up. The nightmare's freakishly long tail would dart down to coil about the man's left arm from behind. If the horror succeeded then it would proceed to haul its catch up off the ground with a sharp jerk, taking away his footing and bringing him in close. Its wet, glassy eyes rolled down into its skull. An eerie luminescence shone from what took their place. A new set of eyes, almost human and radiating a phantasmal hue of cerulean not contained fully within the mortal spectrum of sanity and comprehension. Even if the wizard didn't look directly into them, he'd be able to literally feel the creature's gaze crawling over his body. Staring directly in would be as if one's very essence, personal and private, were being fondled by ghoulish, fumbling claws.

Doc Doctor vs. ELGainsborough

Zande stopped several feet away, pointing the banana accusingly.

"I say ya got da face of a bumboclott monkey, bad bwoy!"

He gave the banana a sharp squeeze, sending the mighty fruit within blasting forth towards the knight's face.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

It had rarely encountered guns, as those that had met it infrequently bore the time nor disposition to shoot. But, it had encountered many similar long ranged attacks. Crossbows, bows, and the mystical energies of magicians it had all dealt with. Those ones always pointed at it before the pain came.

In response to seeing the strong one pointing at it now, the Magna Pater thrust up its left wing into the way. Three bleeding indentations were punched into the incredibly tough membrane, but only one round made it completely through with enough momentum to cause further damage. The slug buried itself in the monster's upper back, digging through a wad of thick, doughy muscle and nearly reaching the lung. Powerful bullets. Even with the wing being stronger than most forms of body armor, it was a bad idea to approach head on. A direct hit would be dangerous.

It took another great bite out of the body from behind the shelter of its wing before retreating backwards around the side of the crypt, slipping into the darkness like a foul breath. As it left, the bullet seemed to pop out of the wound, which was quickly being stitched together by threads of skin and blood. It had stayed by the corpse for a reason, in case the strong one had been able to inflict harm.
Once out of sight, it stopped on the other side. Its smell was like that of necrotic meat and cold sweat, but what good was a predator that gave away its position so easily? Scent muffling toxic mucous began slowly glazing its body.

It began making strange, otherworldly groans, like if a pig or wolf were moaning into some sort of distorted tunnel, at the same time clawing at the ground as if it were in the throes of death. Often in the realm of fantasy were smarts trampled beneath power. This creature, however, knew that no greater power existed than that of wisdom. None of the bullets had been left on the ground. It had collected them all, to make it seem as if they had gone right through the seemingly fragile wing. It was not at all uncommon for a mortally wounded animal to flee to some place out of sight before dying. It would wait to see if Edrik drew near, going silent if he got to within several meters.

The possibility existed that he could just walk around in a wide circle to get a safe view. If it detected such a thing with its sonar, it would cease the act and circle around the crypt itself, to stay out of sight in an attempt to fool the human into thinking it had fled somewhere else. If that occured, however, it would also leave a little trap where it had been. The bullets would be left there, along with a trail of slime wiped off on the wall of the crypt to try and fool the strong one into thinking it had crawled onto the roof. So many little clues and tricks. Falling for even one was death.

Undiscovery

@luclovers@Cuccoruler@SepticGentleman

Several meters behind the ground, a shadow in a tree silently observed with eyes like wet, onyx marbles. Waiting for them to enter the hole. If they were ever to get out again, they would at some point meet the thing that haunted the line between the blue and the black.

The Soil of a Man's Heart (Edrik Pedrone Vs. Shashous-Throth)

If Edrik came upon what was behind the crypt, he would see it. There was very little light, but rudimentary shapes and features were visible. It was gorging itself on the body of what might have been a woman, but it was difficult to tell. The only indicator of gender was a wet scalp that had been peeled from the skull, long black hair untouched by blood and still shining with vibrancy splayed upon the ground.

Something huge and glistening had its head half buried in the body. Its pointy, crinkle cut ears were stiffly raised as it jerked something red and soppy out from the body with a hog-like grunt. Red tendrils of dirt flecked saliva swung from its maw. The juicy black globes that were its eyes shone dully in the fading white moonlight. They were stupid and almost empty, yet at the same time gleamed with the faint spark of an old and malignant intelligence. One that seemed to know already the past and future with a lazy disinterest, along with the deepest secrets of the human heart.

It was no paltry entity that had to rely on magicks to induce fright. No humanoid being of blackness that boasted of his might by plunging those nearby into false states of terror with the wave of a hand. The intimate daemon that lurked and glided through the nethers of human anxiety, whom the ancients called Salmu Pulhu, could send waves of cold gooseflesh up and down trembling backs without the assistance of supernatural power. The sight of it had on occasion even turned men's hair white.

It could have been entirely silent, but it had purposefully given its presence away. Easy prey fled when it revealed itself, and it chased them down. They always stunk of piss. Strong prey stood its ground. Such would indicate a different approach was needed. The strong ones always smelled of piss when it took them too.

Doc Doctor vs. ELGainsborough

Zande jogged over, pulling a steel war mask over his face. He randished a wicked battle axe in his left hand and a banana in his right. He stopped several meters away, yelling back.

"Ya wreck'd me sign bwana! Took two days makin' dat!"

The tribal warrior began walking towards Zachary, grinding his teeth in anger.

Undiscovery

@luclovers
@Trevor1001@Cuccoruler
The Magna Pater was curled within the gnarled branches of a skeletal alder tree, observing the taken as they fled. It had yet to eat, and it sensed a new presence drawing near. Not near enough. It reached up and snapped one of the larger branches with a resounding *CRUK* before pressing its soggy mass more firmly against the bark, blending in.

It waited to see if any would be drawn closer by the noise.