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tlbodine · 4 years

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Monstrous Man-Eaters

Writing about Jaws got me to thinking about the myth and legend of man-eaters, and I wanted to assemble something of a master-post about them.

Humans are squishy animals, able to defend ourselves against the dangerous wild only because of our intelligence and mastery of technology -- and on a primal level, we’re more than aware of our weakness. Throughout history, when humans move into areas and disrupt the local ecosystems, the former apex predators have caused trouble...and sometimes those predators become especially infamous for killing humans or devastating livestock and evading capture.

Historically, when that’s happened, the solution was to put a bounty on the creature’s head or to hire an especially skilled hunter to track down the beast. And that concept is easy to turn into the stuff of legend, from romantic tales of man vs nature to the whispered stories of werewolves.

Below the cut, just a few historical accounts and interesting tidbits I could find to whet the appetite. (obviously it’s a big topic, so there are many, many more stories to uncover)

Jim Corbett, Tiger-Hunter: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jim_Corbett

A British hunter and naturalist, Corbett's name shows up again and again in man-hunter tales from Colonial India. He's the hunter responsible for slaying a dozen of the best-known man-eating tigers and leopards, including the Champawat Tiger (the world record holder for a tiger killing humans), the Panar Leopard, and the Leopard of Rudaprayag.

Corbett undoubtedly saved lives with his work, but he also uncovered some really important things by examining the animals after their deaths: namely, that in most cases, the man-eaters in question suffered from diseases or wounds that made hunting natural prey difficult.

Despite making a lifetime career of hunting, Corbett was a conservationist and fought hard for education, game preservation, and nature reserves.

The Man-Eaters of Tsavo: https://www.earthtouchnews.com/natural-world/animal-behaviour/new-evidence-in-the-long-standing-mystery-of-the-tsavo-man-eater-lions/ The inspiration for the film The Ghost and the Darkness, in 1898 a pair of lions terrorized a railroad camp in Tsavo, Kenya. Interestingly, like the Champawat Tiger, the Tsavo lions had dental injuries to their canines.

In fact, as I've been researching this, that's a recurring trend that keeps popping up -- and it makes sense. Big cats kill their prey by strangulation, grabbing and squeezing the jugular. Broken teeth would make that difficult or impossible. But different techniques would be needed to kill a human. Essentially, it would seem that big cats seeking their own self-preservation might have traded traditional hunting techniques for methods that relied more on stealth and fearlessness.

The Problem with India’s Man-Eating Tigers: https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20191120-the-problem-of-indias-man-eating-tigers

Saving tigers from extinction means sometimes putting rural villagers in harm’s way, and it’s a problem that needs to be talked about and considered.

Custer Wolf: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Custer_Wolf

Active in Custer, SD between 1911 and 1920, the Custer Wolf was responsible for $25,000 (equivalent to $300,000 today) in livestock damage before being killed by the hunter H.P. Williams. The wolf was notable for its age and proclivity for killing more than it needed, such as wiping out more than 30 cattle in one week. Local legends suggested the wolf was seeking vengeance for the death of his mate and pups. Interestingly, the wolf never took on another pack, but he was known to travel with a pair of coyotes who straggled behind to eat his scraps.

Wolves of Périgord - https://enacademic.com/dic.nsf/enwiki/8113372 A reported pack of man-eating wolves who tormented France in 1766, killing 18 people before being killed. It's suspected that the wolves in question may have been wolf-dog hybrids, explaining their unusual boldness.

Beast of Gévaudan - https://allthatsinteresting.com/beast-of-gevaudan Another French tale, the Beast of Gévaudan is a local legend about a huge wolf-like creature (probably a wolf-dog hybrid) responsible for killing somewhere between 80 and 113 people. A hunter killed a large wolf nearby in 1765, but the attacks didn't stop until another body was turned up by a farmer, Jean Chastel, who reportedly killed the monster with a silver bullet (werewolf lore lovers, rejoice). There's an intriguing rumor that Chastel may have bred the creature himself for some or another nefarious purpose, but at this point we may never know.

Another good article about the Beast: https://blog.nationalgeographic.org/2016/09/27/solving-the-mystery-of-the-18th-century-killer-beast-of-gevaudan/ )

It’s interesting to note that France in particular is home to quite a lot of wolf stories, like the Beast of Sarlat and Wolf of Soissons. I don’t know what it is about France, specifically, that made it so wolf-attack-prone, but...it sure seems to be a thing.

The Wolf of Ansbach: https://retrieverman.net/2010/09/25/the-wolf-of-ansbach/ A fascinating (and grim) tale: In 1685, Ansbach, Bavaria was under attack by a wolf who preyed on livestock and some unknown number of humans. And somehow along the way, the story developed that the man-eating wolf was in fact a werewolf or reincarnation of a cruel Bürgermeister.

So when the wolf himself was pursued and killed, the townsfolk gave the body a few modifications: trimming off its muzzle, dressing it in human clothing, a mask, a wig, and a beard, and then paraded through town before being hanged from a gibbet as a ritualistic "fuck you" to the hated local tyrant.

#horror #monsters #man-eaters #biology #wtf science #wtf history #ideas #just a thought #these are stories ripe for the telling #adding this to the list of things I want to do a book about #but please feel free to do one first #it'll take me a bit #long post

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rhythm-catsandwine · 4 years

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Bitten

Warning 18 + non con, mentions of rape

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Sam and Dean loved each other more than brothers should. They always had and always will. Neither one was really much more Domont than the other. Dean protected his Sam more than Sam protected his Dean. They switched in the bedroom each day or night. In public Dean was possessive of Sam, and he just went with it.

They had been hunting almost nonstop since the days Chuck killed their son and let all hell break loose. It didn’t turn out like anyone especially the Winchesters expected. At first, there were a lot of demons and all the monsters they had killed over the years, and then some. More hunters emerged in the world. Which helped the Winchesters? Then the real changes started, a strong, and dominant type of werewolf emerged from the shadows. They were very different from the werewolves they were used to fighting. The new type of wolf was made by the archangel Michel. The Winchesters couldn’t figure out how to kill them. The usual way didn’t work; the silver bullets didn’t kill them. The werewolves quickly started taking over the world. They preyed on humans or turned them. Soon society started to change according to the way of the werewolf.

Sam and Dean were tired and had just taken care of several monsters and Demons in the past few weeks. They had gotten from another hunter that needed help on a hunt not too far from the bunker. They were running low on supplies and needed rest. They thought they could handle one last hunt before it was ‘bunker time’ but they were wrong. They pulled up to a huge abandon factory and parked on the edge of the huge parking lot in front. Dean glanced over at Sam.

“You sure this is the right place?” Dean asked

“Yeah, this is the place” replies Sam Sam’s phone vibrated as he got a text. “They said to meet them inside top level. That’s kind of weird don’t you think”

“Our lives are weird, nothing normal about us. We hunt musters and demons. We have a car that’s more like our home. Our best friend is an angel, we had an adopted half-angel son. We told god to go to hell. Plus incest Sam, siblings don’t usually fall in love and fuck each other. So nothing’s weird. Except this new breed of werewolf. You got anything new on them yet?”

“No, but I heard someone has found some lore on them. It’s not much, but it could clue us into how to kill them. I plan on contacting them when we get back to the bunker”

They get out of the Impala and start to walk across the parking lot. They get across and find their way through the factory. Finally, at the top they meet the hunter. He is a tall and big guy, about the size of Sam and Dean. He seemed different, but nether Winchester could put a finger on it.

“So you the hunter that called us?” Dean asks

“Yes, names Damian, and you must be Sam and Dean”

“Uhh yeah that’s us” replied Sam

“So what ya need our help with?” asks Dean

“Actually I don’t really need your help…I thought the hunters need to become the hunted” Damian grows as he turns in to a werewolf. More werewolves come out and start circling the Winchesters.

“Shit, it was a trap,” says Sam as he looks for an escape route.

“No shit Sherlock,” says Dean as he grabs Sam’s hand.

“Run Sammy, we got to run”

Dean shoots at a wolf that backs off enough for them to make a run for it.

“Dean! What the hell! Bullets just wound them, you know that” complains Sam as they run.

“I gotta do somethi…” Sam feels Dean being pulled from his grip. Then the wolves are on him too. Dean screams in pain as Sam glimpses him being bitten form one of the wolves. Then he feels teeth sink into his flesh. The wolves are gone as quick as they appeared.

The Winchesters are left lying on the floor. Dean starts to drag himself over to Sam.

“Sam? Sammy? Baby? Talk to me, you bit too?’

Sam opens his eyes to see Dean lying right in front of him.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I got us into this mess” Sam cries

“No, you didn’t the son of a bitch got us both”

“We dyeing De?”

“I don’t know Sammy, I just don’t know, but whatever it is we do it together”

Then they blackout from a wave of pain all over their bodies. They awake hours later face to face with another werewolf. They both realize they’ve been turned. The two new wolves circle and growl and the other. Then they both catch the others sent, and get close enough to see their eyes. They realize that it’s another, their eyes didn’t change color and their sent is mostly the same.

“I realized the wolf I am staring at is Dean. Shit! We’ve been turned in to this new kind of werewolf. Dean’s eyes are the same beautiful green. He smells like Dean too, but little different. His fur is a mix of golden blond and brown but how do we turn back?”

“wait, that wolf is my Sammy, his eyes are still his, he still smells like him too but little Different, He is a beautiful brown, the color of his hair. Fuck he’s big, really big, huge”

“Maybe if we concentrate hard enough we can turn back… I concentrate on becoming human, and I see white as pain shoots through my body. I can feel myself starting to turn back, but it’s like I’m too weak to complete the transformation and there is some kind of block in place. I try again then feel Dean Head but me hard in the shoulder. I feel weak and shaky. Dean looks at me as shakes his head. His eyes and expression say ‘stop, not now’”

“I get Sam to stop trying to turn. Then I press our heads together. He’s bigger than me so he leans down to deepen the touch. I feel soothed by the touch, like when we kiss or hug. I break the connection then start heading back to baby. Sam isn’t following get so I look back and bark at him then turn back. I can hear him following me and soon we are walking side by side close enough to brush against each other”

“We make it back to the impala, we’re both exhausted. Dean jumps carefully on the hood and looks at me. His eyes say ‘get up here bitch’. I jump up on the hood too, being careful not to leave a scratch. We curl up together taking over most of the space on our cloths must have been shredded when we turned. Our wolf forms are bigger than our human form. We are out in the middle of nowhere and its still night. I grab us both a change of clothes out of the trunk and head back to Dean. He has turned back too, so I wake him up.”

“Hey,” says Sam as he tosses his brother a change of clothes.

“You okay Sam?”

“Yeah, you?”

“ sore and still tired as hell”

“let’s just go back to the bunker, I can figure out how to turn us back”

“Yeah okay, but can you drive? I’m too tired”

They drive back to the bunker. Dean sleeps leaning against Sam the entire way. He wakes up when they park in the garage. Finally, back at the bunker, they both fully relax. Sam gets to work on research and Dean makes them some food.

“Um…uhhh Dean…” says Sam as Dean hands him a plate of food.

“What? You find something?”

“Yeah, the way to get unturned is still unknown. And there’s this Alpha/omega/beta dynamic. The omega submits to the alpha. The alpha is the protector and more dominant. All omegas can get pregnant. Since we were turned, we will start presenting during the first week. Then the omega and alpha go into a heat/rut about three months after being turned. The omegas are treated like crap, and the alphas get all the respect and opportunity. The omega needs to be claimed by a bite of an alpha…”

“slow down Sam, so what we stuck like this until we die?”

“looks like it”

“So you think I’m the alpha, and you the omega?”

“I think so, but there’s not much yet about who’s who. Just signs of presenting The alpha is more protective, has increase body temps, possessive, and way stronger than omegas and betas. The omegas are motherly, start nesting, have decreased body temps, and are weaker and usually small”

Sam stats eating and Dean just sets trying to absorb the information he had just received.

“So what happened to that lore book someone was making?”

“I called them and they are going to send me the info sometime this week, even though it's incomplete and in a rough draft”

They finish eating as Sam continued to research. His lips curl up into a slight smile. “So get this! We will get stronger, and have heightened senses, and age slower than humans. The age of adulthood is 50 in the social community. So you know this isn’t all bad”

“so were like kids again, and we can actually have kids”

“This entire thing has me freaked out. What if I’m the alpha and you’re the omega? Or hunters figure out how to kill us and we…”

Dean scoots closer to Sam and puts his hand over Sam’s. “Hey, we’re going to be okay. We’ve both been through a lot worse. Hell and back. And we made ‘us work” comforts Dean.

“It’s just going to be a lot to adjust to. We’ve become one of the things we hunt, and this thing is new to everyone, and taking over the world as we know it”

“Don’t think too hard, you’re just going to make things worse.” Says Dean as he kisses Sam on the cheek.

Dean stands up and runs his hands through his grimy hair. “shower?” he asks Sam

Sam shuts his laptop and follows Dean to the shower. They jerk each other off while letting the water wash everything away. Then go to bed to catch up on some needed sleep.

Then the next day Sam and Dean make a run into town to get supplies and eat at a local diner. They return to their bunker with enough supplies to last a few weeks. They are still waiting for the information from Sam’s contact. So they busied themselves around the bunker. Dean cleans the bunker and their weapons. Sam organizes their food and answers any questions other hunter calls to ask them.

They start to present signs the second day as they continue their work and research. Dean starts feeling cold and puts on his coat, and Sam feels hot and just wears a pair of running shorts. Sam starts to stand a little taller and confident and then hits the workouts harder. Dean had started lifting too, for hunting in the increasingly tough world. He notices he can’t lift as much as he used to, and his aplite dips and weight starts going down.

Sam returns from a run to find Dean wrapped up on the couch. He had several pillows and a few blankets. They looked like they were carefully arranged. “is he nesting?” Sam wanders

The third day they notice their sent changing little. Sam stats to smell muskier and Dean smell softer and sweeter. Then they finally get the information they had been waiting for. Sam starts to read the small lore book.

The first part is mostly information they already figured out or knew. The next part goes over what they needed to know now.

Sam starts reading about the signs and differences on alphas and omegas. He realizes that they were wrong. He was going to be an alpha and Dean his omega. He finds Dean in the kitchen again and hands him the book.

“Dean we…we were wrong about the Alpha you and omega me thing. It gets worse and better.”

“What?”

Dean reads the pages Sam had marked.

“I don’t know Sammy; this is the only stuff we got on … our type of wolf, so it could be wrong.”

“Dean you’ve been nesting and you look smaller. I’ve been feeling more territorial and possessive”

Dean runs his hand through his hair and then grabs his car keys. “Hey let's go out tonight and clear our heads.”

“Dean if you are an omega it’s going to be dangerous for you out there until we mate, er mark.”

“We don’t know that yet, and what’s the worst that could happen?”

They head to Dean's favorite bar in the next town over. Werewolves had taken over the town, so everything felt different. They felt the could fit in but still stood out at the same time.

They park in front of the bar and go in. The business had changed since they were last there. It was divided by alphas and their mated omegas on one side and omegas and betas on the other. Alphas could go anywhere they wanted. Omegas stayed on the omega, beta side unless they were with their alpha. They both try going to the alpha side. Dean is stopped before he can go in by an alpha, not too much smaller than Sam.

“sorry omega you can’t go in unless you're claimed and with your alpha. “ says the alpha male

“I’m not an omega” Snaps Dean

“Yes you are and you need to learn to show alphas respect and submission.”

“He’s with me, he’s mine we just haven’t marked yet” replies Sam

“You can go in, but he can’t unless he’s marked. You two new pups should think about marking soon, so nobody steals your omega” the alpha says

Dean scoffs and goes to the omega/beta side and Sam goes the alpha side to talk to other alphas. Dean orders a drink as he sets at the bar. He tries to clear his head, with a couple of beers. Then an alpha comes up and smells him, looking him over. Dean turns to face him.

“what the hell you doing?’

“a handsome strong omega like you should have been claimed by now”

“Yeah well, I’m with someone. Fuck off asshat” Dean growls

“How dare you show me disrespect,” the alpha says as he leans in closing Dean in. He’s trapped between him and the bar.

Dean suddenly feels like he’s prey to be hunted. He tries to get out but the alpha is too strong and leans closer to him.

“You aren’t claimed, but come home with me and you will be”

“ I told you in with someone, I’m not yours, I’m taken” Dean hisses

The alpha stands taller and Dean can feel his dominance looming over him. The alpha's eyes seem to turn almost golden. Actual fear hits him in the gut hard. He feels violated in the worst way. Dean tries to shove the alpha off. Pushing with all of his strength. “You're almost as strong as some alphas, your gonna make strong pups”

“I said get I’m already taken”

“Listen you stupid omega, you're fertile, and I need another omega, gonna round you out with my pups when you go into heat. Your mine now” the alpha says as he runs his hand down Deans' arm.

“Get off, don’t touch m….SAM! SAM! Dean calls as the alpha gets more aggressive rubbing his scent all over him. His hand runs down Deans back, then moved to places only Sam had touched him.

“Get off of him he’s mine!” Sam growls putting a hand on the alpha and pulling him off, Dean.

Dean lunges toward and clings to Sam. He breathes a sigh of relief when he feels Sam wrap his arms around him.

“So you are with someone! Don’t worry I know when I’ve lost, but you’d better mark quick, other alphas won’t be as agreeable as me.” The alpha backs off.

Sam leads Dean back outside and to the Impala. He removes his hand when they are standing by the car.

“Hey, you okay?”

Dean shakes his head.

“No, I’M A FREAKEN OMEGA SAM! This Alpha/omega shits fucked up. Back there….”

“Dean, talk to me. This is no time to bottle your emotions. We still have a lot of work to do. We need to be on top of everything”

“ I felt so powerless, venerable and … violated….scared even”

Sam pulls a reluctant Dean into a hug. “ Hey, I told you this is hard for me too. You said we can make it through this. Let’s just go to the bunker and forget this ever happened”

“S-sam I need you to mark me.”

“ Dean I…”

“But, don’t think I’m just going to submit to you”

“ I don’t want that either, the whole complete dominance thing is just wrong, but I don’t know how it actually works”

“What did that book say?”

“Not much, but it says something about sex, and a thing called knotting. We can get stuck together for up to an hour. But we don’t have to knot to mark. So maybe we should go back to the bunker”

“ I don’t want to wait Sam”

“Dean, we could be ‘tied’ together. And I don’t think people want to see us having sex in a car in the middle of a parking lot. I think it’ meant to be more private. And omegas secret stuff called slick…”

“I know that part! Let's just pull over somewhere and do this!... when you mean tied together like… your stuck inside of me?”

“ uuhh yeah”

Dean rubs the top of the Impala “as much as I love you and having sex with you, I don’t want to stuck like that in her yet, but I need you to mark me in my baby”

Sam blushes as he steps toward Dean. “ me too Dean she deserves it, she’s our home” Sam puts one hand on either side of Dean, caging him against the Impala. Dean feels safe as he leans up to kiss Sam.

“let's go I remember seeing the perfect spot on the way up here”

They get in and about halfway back Dean pulls off on to an old dirt road and into a small clearing just off the road.

“so as long as you don’t put your dick up my ass we can’t knot right?”

“uhhh, yeah I think so, sounds right, makes sense”

“so just what, grinding with our clothes on, be enough…” says Dean as they climb into the back seat. For once they were glad they hadn't had sex for a few weeks. It would be easier to cum, and hopefully, mark.

They kiss deep and hungry. Dean blushes as he feels slick leak out for the first time. It doesn't feel as weird as he thought it would. They lay down as they have so many times. They had always let everything play out on its own. Unless they were doing something kinky and had a plan of who would top or bottom. This time Dean layed down and Sam chased Him.

“Shit you smell so good, De. Want you. Need you. ” Sam breaths as he starts to grind down on to Dean. He feels Dean rut up against him and blushes when he lets out a deep growl.

“need you, Sammy, please. Need to be….yours” growls Dean as the grinding thrusts get harder.

Sam can feel his first-knot forming. Instinct takes over and he starts nipping at Deans' neck. "mine" Sam growls Dean tilts his head to the side, exposing his unmarked, but scared skin. Sam’s teeth sink smoothly into Dean's flesh. The omega winpers as he feels the bite and his release of cum and more slick.

“sorry” apologize Sam.

“no, it was one of those hurt so good things” utters Dean still in a daze

“Dean, mark me too”

“what?” Dean questions as he snaps back to reality.

“omegas can mark their alpha if the bond is strong enough” Sam states. “Please”

Dean pulls Sam back on top of him and kisses him along the jaw than to the neck. Sam moves his head, gently hitting the back of the seat. Dean still had some energy left as he nipped at the sun tanned skin. He felt his own teeth come out and sink into the flesh. Sam ground down hard once more as he came in his jeans.

They both sat up and stared at the marks they had just given. “Dean just hold still I want to try something, don’t freak out” Sam ordered as he leaned in and started licking the bite mark. The bleeding stopped and a beautiful scare formed. Dean returned the effort.

“So does this mean we’re like married or something?” Dean wondered aloud.

“I guess so”

“But I didn’t even get to propose to you”

“But you kind of did when you asked me to mark you”

Dean blushed and covered his face with his hands and mumbles “Okayfineyouwin”

“let's just get back to the bunker and get cleaned up”

The next day they continue their research on their own kind.

“So get this, we have a telepathic connection now”

“so how the hell does it work?”

“I don’t know, maybe it comes naturally over time, here just read everything we have so far in the book” Sam hand the unfinished book to Dean.

“Whatever”

“I want to cling to you, need your sent to mix with mine,” Dean thinks

“ You still smell like that alpha from last night, I want to rub my scent all over you and show everyone your mine”

“what,” asks Dean

“what I didn’t say anythi…” Starts Sam

“Ohhh,” They both say before closing the gap between them.

“ Sam, what does my sent smell like to you?”

“sweet sent, but in a manly way. Like gun powder, our car, motor oil, beer, whatever you just ate.”

“ How are you doing that so easy?’

“Just concentrate”

“You smell like musk, sweet sweat, old books, and Baby”

They cling together most of the day, at some point, they wind up wearing each other's shirts. Sam keeps randomly hugging Dean and massaging his back. Dean just leans into the touch, even though he normally wouldn’t let Sam take care of him in that way. They practiced turning in to their wolf form and back again.

The rest of the week Dean notice his strength coming back. They both started craving meat and to hunt like wolves. Sam started talking to other alphas to get more information. He found that most were not as predatorial as the alpha at the bar. Much to Dean's annoyment, he learned to stay near Sam at all times in public. If he didn’t he couldn’t go to very many places alone. Truthfully he didn’t want to after the bigger/aggressive alphas kept eying him like a prize to be won or stolen.

They both noticed Dean was built like an alpha and could put up a fight against a smaller weaker alpha. Hunting got better due to their heightened senses.

Over time they got used to the slight change in the dynamic in their relationship. Dean still protected Sam. Sam protected Dean more.

They had just sat down at a diner to eat dinner after a hunt. They fell into a new routine when in a public setting. They would set in the same seat, with Dean on the inside and Sam on the outside.

An alpha glanced at Dean hungrily, but Sam put his arm around Dean.

“Why the fucking hell does everyone keep looking at me like that. We already marked!” “Dean your big and strong for an omega. Your really ‘pretty’ to. Smart and can fight. And apparently ‘very fertile’. You're highly sought-after. I think this should stop after your first heat or we …. Have pups. It’s whichever comes second. “

“ But we can’t have kids right now, still too many monsters and shit loose from fuck Chuck.”

“I know Dean, but we have to get more supplies today, your first heat will start next week. I know you don’t like it but you’ll have to stay in the bucker”

“Shut up, I know that already”

“Dean, do you want pups …. I mean at least someday when things die down a bit?”

Dean started eating the food at their table. He sighed “idontknow”

“Dean?” Sam used his alpha voice only when he really had too on Dean. His eyes turned more golden as he glared at his omega.

“yes, I want them now, but the world is too dangerous…and ….What the fuck did you just use your alpha voice on me?”

“Sorry, I wouldn’t if you stopped lying or keeping things from me. And maybe we can get Cass to help”

Dean thought as they both ate. “ yeah let's talk to Cass, wait do you want pups too? “

“Yeah, I kind of do Dean”

Castiel agreed to help the Winchester. They decided to hunt a little less. They would be like the new Bobby for other hunters. They eventually hunt down and kill the pack that turned them. They made it quick as a thank you for their new life. They had grown to love their new life and it's perks (better sex, and senses, and increased strength. plus the ability to have a real family).

They created a small pack and hunted prey and the supernatural together. Cass was like an unofficial member of the pack and helped the pack as much as he could. He was uncle Cass to all of their pups.

#wincest #My werewolf universe #werewolves #non con #a/b/o #a/b/o dynamics #omega!deanalpha!Sam #omega!dean #alpha!sam #netaelex32

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thereismagicinthesepages · 5 years

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Pop Culture Entity Challenge: Hircine, Part 1

Stolen from @highpriestness

This is meant to be a sort of bonding and questionnaire in regards to spirits, entities, and deities you may work with in Pop Culture.

You can use it as a 30 day challenge, an ask meme to ask for questions, or simply write them all however you feel.

General Questions:

1. What is the name of the entity and what is their canon universe?

Hircine. The Elder Scrolls anthology.

2. What drew you to this entity? What drew you to their world?

The Elder Scrolls universe has been close to my heart for a very long time. In particular, Skyrim. It’s a beautifully created fantasy world full of colorful characters and lore, and it came to life for me. I’ve put many hours of playtime into the game, running new characters with varying skills and trying new things. It’s always a unique experience and one I never regret diving into.

Hircine himself interested me from the first time I met him in-game. He is the Great Hunter, and the quest in Skyrim (my first encounter with him) leads you to him by way of helping a werewolf NPC who had been cursed by him. Many of the characters in the game frame Daedra as being evil or bad, they are considered demons against the godly presence of the Aedra; the Divines. Hircine’s actions throughout this quest are harsh, but he is also one of the more agreeable Daedra.

Hircine appears in the game as a white stag that you need to hunt down and kill, then his Aspect will appear to tell you to hunt down the same werewolf who asked for your help. You can refuse, but he will warn you that other hunters will be going after the werewolf regardless. You then have two options; Defy Hircine and save the werewolf from the hunters, or join the hunt and kill him. Either way, Hircine will reward you with one of his artifacts. I always choose to spare the werewolf.

What actually draws me to Hircine is my already great love of nature. Deer and Wolves have always been very close to my heart, wolves in particular. Hircine is the father of lycanthropy and thus werewolves are his people. Also while I myself am not a hunter in the strictest sense, I do support and respect those that do hunt, and I respect and make use of animals’ sacrifices on a regular basis. I often pick up roadkill or take hunter waste and use the bones, pelts, feathers, ect. in crafts, as offerings to my gods, or just as general decor,

Also, going back to Hircine’s Quest, if you choose to kill the hunters to save your werewolf friend, Hircine remains impressed with you for “turning the hunt inside-out.” He appreciates alternative thinking, and he just wants to see his Hunters overcoming obstacles to reach their goal. That’s the true Hunt, and he reminds me of that frequently. I don’t have to dawn a bow and shoot a deer, my Hunt can be any goal I’m reaching for, every obstacle I am trying to over come, regardless of how small or massive. Afterall, hunters take on prey of all sizes, right? From a hunting spider catching a tiny insect, to a dragon hunting a mammoth.

3. Did you choose them or did they tap you? How?

A little bit of both. I am a fairly recent baby witch and pagan, and at first I was really only looking into “real” gods, in particular I started with the Egyptian and Greek pantheons, as I already had very strong connections to both. However, I did begin to see others weaving pop culture into their witchcraft, and I eventually discovered Pop Culture Paganism. It clicked for me, it made so much sense, that these worlds and characters that I put so much love and time into, that someone put heart, soul and life into, could be considered “real” and hold power in their own rights.

I already believed in the Infinite Universes theory, wherein there could be a universe out there somewhere where literally anything could exist. Hearing that others worshiped gods based on works of fiction, or even other non-deified entities from those works, was eye-opening for me. I started researching. I wanted to learn more. I found a particular tumblr user who worshipped the Daedra and that clicked with me. I love so many of the Daedra, something about them always spoke to me. Clavicus Vile, Sheogorath, Molag Bal, Hircine....

Shortly after this revelation, I started researching how to worship PC entities. I wasn’t really all that solid on my more “traditional” pagan beliefs, let alone branching out into mostly uncharted territory. There was so little help on how to begin. I found posts about manifesting, about working with them as spirits, as archetypes, creating thoughtforms and servitors.... It was a lot of information to pick through, and a lot to think about. Even now I’m having some trouble beginning working with some entities I’d like to approach, because thus far all of the beings I’ve been working with are considered gods in their own rights. I am having a harder time figuring our how to work with a mortal character who may not want to be deified.

Regardless, while I was in the midst of all of this research and soul-searching, Hircine did tap me. I had actually forgotten the initial feeling, I had to go back to my journal to remember. I was asleep in bed asleep one night and heard a sort of crinkling sound. I got a vivid vision of large, leather boots crunching through dried leaves in a dense forest. My mind immediately screamed Hircine.

I put off contacting him for a bit after that, as I was still unsure, but upon realizing that the Hunter Moon was coming up, I couldn’t ignore the signs. I found a young buck skull that I got from a roadkill deer I processed a few years ago, and set it and some crystals out near a window where they could absorb the moonlight. I left him some bread and water, and waited.

I don’t remember if it was the following day, or a few days later, as I’m terrible at keeping an up-to-date journal, but I know that shortly thereafter, I was heading to work early in the morning. As I was walking out to my car, I felt a compulsion to look out at my back yard. There were a number of deer standing there. That’s not so uncommon, we have a doe that seems to frequently hang out behind the house, I see her often. What was unusual, is that she was accompanied by three other does. I usually only see the one. As I cautiously stepped forward for a better look, a large buck suddenly bolted past, leading the does back into the woods.

The feeling of elation that rose inside of me was amazing. I love seeing deer anyway, but to me it was very strongly a sign from Hircine. I sensed a presence there that I’d never before experienced. I thanked him, watched the herd leave, and continued on my way.

Since then, I get occasional messages from him, either in similar form, or just hearing his voice. I get this with most of my main deities, either hearing them in my head, or just getting a strong feeling about a situation and knowing it to be one of my gods communicating. I have a fair number of deities I appeal to, so sometimes it’s hard to decipher who exactly is trying to speak. I have no such ambiguity with Hircine, as I always distinctly hear his voice from the game, that clever, echoey sort of voice that emanates from the Stag aspect.

4. How do you typically communicate?

This is what I get for writing too much for each question;; As stated above, he often speaks directly to me, in the voice I know as his from Skyrim. He often gives me advice, though it’s usually in a sort of “tough love” form. If I’m feeling frustrated or discouraged, he’ll tell me things like “a hunter presses on regardless of hardship” or “the hunt is not yet over”. Usually it relates to hunting, but it always fits my circumstances.

5. What role does this entity play in their universe?

Hircine is the God of the Hunt and Father of Manbeasts. He created the various forms of lycanthropy in Tamriel. Every Era, he will put on a Great Hunt for which he will choose a number of mortal candidates to participate in. It could be as simple as sending hunters to kill a rogue werewolf, to making his champions navigate a maze of Daedric creatures while transformed into hares.

Hircine is revered by hunters and offers his followers the chance to hunt with him for eternity in the Hunting Grounds, Hircine’s Oblivion Realm. He has a fondness for predators, and values Strength, Speed, Guile and Cunning.

6. What kind of relationship do you have with this entity?

I offer my personal “hunts” to Hircine, using his wisdom to overcome the obstacles in my life. He offers me advice and council, occasionally being stern about it, but really only when I need it. We have a pretty positive relationship, I think. I have always had a reverence for nature, and I think he appreciates that. While I don’t actually hunt animals as prey, I still am able to take the lessons he teaches to put towards everyday life, and I am still able to offer him what I consider traditional offerings, like bones and pelts from animals, due to my taxidermy work.

7. What aspects does this entity reside over?

Traditionally, the Hunt is his Sphere, called many names (the Great Game, the Chase, ect). I also consider the other traits he values as being part of this. He values strength, speed, guile, and my personal addition; cunning. He often appears as a fox to trick people, and will grant those he finds to be clever knowledge and tricks of their own. He takes pride in seeing someone openly defy him and turn a hunt around on his chosen hunters.

He values loyalty. He values nature and animals and a respect for them. He values pride in oneself and strength of heart and character. He values independence, but also the ability to run with a pack or herd. He values both the hunter and the prey, and he values someone who can flip on those roles very highly.

8. What kinds of offerings do you/would you give this entity?

I am still discovering this myself. Certainly a very traditional offering to Hircine is the act of hunting. Again, I alter this to be overcoming challenge or reaching for a goal. I will sometimes dedicate such things to him as offerings. I would also offer him animal bones or pelts. I believe he would like prey animals, like deer or rabbit in particular, but also predators like wolves or big cats. I often offer him cool water, which is a traditional offering for many old gods, and in the wild is such an essential thing. Though I have not yet, I would offer him natural foods; berries, fruits, thinks like that.

I offer him meat sometimes, usually whatever I have, though I think he would particularly appreciate things like venison, rabbit or bear meat. I have given him a number of stones and crystals in the past, things close to the earth. Alcohol is another thing I have and would like to offer him. Particularly I think he would appreciate red wines and mead, though I have access to neither right now.

Arrows, arrowheads, daggers or hunting knives, bows, and other hunting tools would be other good things to dedicate to him, I think. Especially if they’re used to hunt with. Imagery of deer, wolves, bears, foxes or werecreatures would all be good as well. I also associate him with crocodiles, mostly because of his Daedroth creatures. I feel like he would also appreciate tattoos as well, particularly of a tribal sort.

9. What kinds of animals, stones, elements, plants, etc do you associate with this entity? Why?

Stones I used for him were clear quartz, like a clear lake or like the full moon. Moonstone, for obvious reasons; bloodstone, representing blood from his prey. Red or orange stones, representing the blood moon. I’m still learning and experimenting with others.

Animals that I associate with him, I mentioned some, but really any hunter animal. Wolves, bears, foxes, crocodiles, spiders, and birds of prey in particular. Deer and elk are also very strong associations for me, as well as other antlered or horned prey animals like gazelle. I also associate him with other creatures in Tamriel such as Daedroth, dragons, unicorns, sabrecats and werecreatures. I also have a loose association with him and sharks, again for the predator aspect.

I strongly associate him with the element of Earth. I always feel a connection to the Earth with him, to plants and animals and nature. He makes me feel very grounded and in touch with my surroundings. I could also connect him to fire, for the occasional harshness he exhibits, the flaming reds of the blood moon, his ability to go from warm and gentle to fierce and burning. I could make connections to air and water as well, but Earth is certainly the strongest elemental association for him, to me.

Plants are tricky, I’m still learning meanings and correspondences so I have trouble pinning them to spirits and deities, though I do strongly associate him with Hemlock and evergreens in general. As well as with fall foliage. I have the image of a stag moving through a forest of evergreens and that feels very Hircine to me.

I associate him with the smell of musk, pine, and a general earthy smell, like freshly disturbed soil. I associate him with the smell of the forest, with the crisp mountain air. The sound of birdcalls and wolf howls. The full moon.

10. Are there any songs, books, or quotes you associate with this entity? Why?

I’m still looking for things like this that remind of of him. Of course there are his in-universe books such as The Totems of Hircine, and any of his spoken dialogue in game (”Well met, hunter” springs to mind), but as for things in our world, one song I really strongly associate with him is “The Stampede” from The Lion King soundtrack.

11. How and when did you first encounter them as an entity?

Told the story above, but there was the strange dream/vision of him walking in the woods, and then the buck in my back yard.

12. How are they particularly involved in your life? Do they teach you anything specific? If so, what?

He teaches me patience and control, dignity and pride, perseverance and strength. He reminds me that a successful hunter has to be aware and in control of her surroundings. He reminds me that sometimes the prey escapes, and that’s okay. He reminds me that even the greatest hunters sometimes lose their mark and go home hungry. He reminds me that it is important to keep trying and keep improving. To keep my eyes on the target, but not to get lost in it either. The wilds are dangerous and they require my attention. They are also beautiful and demand my reverence.

There is excitement and also sadness in a successful hunt. You have taken something very beautiful and precious from the world, and that demands a moment of introspection. But you have also triumphed over your trial, and you will continue to thrive now with all that the hunt provided you. You have food, tools, clothing and shelter. The good sometimes comes with the bad, there is balance in all things and that must be accepted to be able to move on with one’s life.

He teaches me that there is a time and a situation where one should rely on the pack, be content and dependent upon the presence and assistance of others, but there are also times when the hunter must venture out alone. Some prey are best taken down with a group, some are best to be hunted solo.

He reminds me that all things are not as they seem. The hunter may hide himself from the prey if he is skilled enough. I must take care not to become the prey myself, and if the hunt should turn upon me, I must be clever and resourceful enough to escape my hunters. I must be mindful of those hidden hunters, and I must be hidden myself to be successful; either as a hunter or as prey. The strong and the smart survive, I must be one of the two to live; I must be both to thrive.

13. Do they have any identifying symbols in canon or otherwise?

Deer, mostly. Hircine is most known for appearing as a stag, or having the head or skull of one. But he has also appeared as a fox, a bear and a man. His children are the skinshifters, the werecreatures. His weapons are the spear and bow.

14. Do they have alternate versions, verses, or canons? Do you communicate with all or some of them?

Hircine appears slightly differently in each TES game, though it is always the same entity. I have based most of my worship on his appearance in Skyrim, as that is the one which I have the deepest connection with.

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Vampires

Most people today are familiar with the basic concept of a Vampire, but over the years a lot of the lore has become convoluted and confused due both to the vast array of different types of vampire and the media’s portrayal of them.

So a few things to keep in mind before I get into the details:

First, despite what the recent media tells you, there isn’t an inkling of humanity left in Vampires; once they become what they are, humans become food and tools. I will admit that some of the older ones, the ones who choose to contain their appetites, can operate in a grey area of the world, but they are still to be treated the same way you should a wild predator.

Second, and I cannot stress this enough, Vampires shouldn’t be “poked” any more than a grizzly bear should be, not unless it’s your plan to become their next meal.

Lastly, and I can’t believe I even have to say this, Vampires do not sparkle; I almost decked the last person to ask me that.

No one around really knows when or where exactly the first cases of Vampirism began, but by the 1340s with the rise of the black plague, they had become widespread across Europe, making them the perfect scapegoats for the spreading disease. When humans face something they fear, they turn to fantasy, trying to find a way to control something they don’t fully understand; this combined with an inadequate understanding of how a body decomposes let to a series of “Vampire scares” through the centuries coinciding with plague outbreaks. As a body decomposes, the skin shrinks, pulling the gums and other edges back creating the illusion that the teeth and nails have grown, add to this the fact purge fluid created by the internal organs breaking down will sometimes leak from the nose and mouth and it’s not a huge stretch for people of the time to assume the person had risen from the grave to feed on someone. With present day knowledge, such beliefs are almost comedic, but these were much darker times.

Because Vampires have been around for so long they, or rather the Vampire virus, have had the chance to mutate and adapt to different environments across Europe much in the same way any other animal would, a common example being birds on the Galapagos Islands, and just as each culture has their own variation of the Vampire, they each developed their own ways to prevent the Vampire’s rise. Of course, as most of the populations across Europe didn’t fully understand just what a Vampire is, these methods are generally far fetched and ineffective.

In Italy, home to the Strega, plague victims were often buried with bricks in their mouths in an attempt to prevent them from rising again. Germany, where the Nachzehrer generally remained in their graves to chew on their burial shrouds (according to the stories, though actually not quite accurate), they were accused of attacking their surviving relatives through “occult processes” by a Protestant theologian in his tract “On the Chewing Dead” published in 1679. Whether his accusations were founded or not, it led to the exhumation of numerous bodies so that the family could stuff the corpse’s mouth with soil, adding a stone or coin for good measure in an attempt to starve and kill the assumed threat. Though ineffective when it came to warding off attacks by the Nachzehrer, the process did disrupt quite a few trapped spirits causing a sharp rise in poltergeist level activity in the area for a good decade or two after. In the 18th and 19th centuries, a common “anti-vampire” tactic was to remove and burn the heart of the accused vampire, who thankfully was already dead, and mix the ashes into a potion for the afflicted to drink. I doubt it tasted at all okay, but the upside to this practice was that, barring the accidental addition of something that is, in fact, poisonous, the potion likely wasn’t going to kill anyone.

Bram Stoker learned of the story from a friend and scholar and was inspired to pen Dracula, one of the greatest works of fiction involving vampires ever written using a combination of details from the original story and old Irish myths of Vampires and the rest, as they say, is history.

Much of the modern practices when it comes to effectively handling Vampires come from Romania, home to the infamous Vlad Tepes, or Vlad Dracula. Before Vlad Tepes came along though, Romania was home to one of the most brutal and dangerous species of Vampires: the Strigoi. The Strigoi were a big enough threat that Romanian hunters had spent years developing rituals to protect against the Strigoi, but it wasn’t until Vlad Tepes came along that they actually found a way to kill a Vampire. Vlad Tepes ruled Wallachia three times between 1448 and his death and he is highly thought of despite his penchant for putting criminals on stakes, but towards the end of his known life, he contracted the Vampire virus and so began his reign of terror. For centuries, Vlad Tepes hunted the people he had once ruled until Georg Andreas Helwing, a clergyman, physician, and the true life counterpart to Bram Stoker’s Van Helsing, traveled to Romania with the notes from his research on werewolves and vampires, including an anti-vampire technique practiced in Masuria (a region in Prussia that is now a part of Poland) that involved decapitating the corpse’s head and driving a wooden stake through their heart. After a meeting with Helwing, a small band of hunters decided to test the method on Dracula himself, successfully decapitating and staking him to become the first hunters to kill a Vampire. So miraculous was the feat that Dracula’s severed head was paraded through the streets on the end of a pike to show the world that Vampires were not, in fact, immortal as previously thought.

Even though there are a wide variety of different species that all classify as “Vampire”, not all of them drink blood. In broad terms, Vampires feed on the life force of living creatures either via a psychological link or by literally going out and hunting down their prey depending on which species of Vampire they are. Romanian Strigoi and Italian Strega, for example, are both more active feeders while the German Nachzehrer and the first vampires of the colonies are more passive, preferring instead to remain in their nests to feed.

Despite their differences, all Vampires come from the same place; Vampirism is a virus. When someone contracts the virus via the swapping of genetic material like when a Vampire bites someone, it will attack and rewrite the victim’s DNA. This is why Vampires rarely, if ever, feed directly from an open wound, most of them are territorial and prefer not to share their meals or territory with more than a handful of close “family” members and so will not risk turning a stray human. The virus, once in the human’s body, will have an incubation period of one or two months while it prepares the body for the final change, during which time the victim will become hypersensitive to sunlight along with anything that could generally be used to detoxify or purify a person’s system, like garlic, water, cilantro, and certain holy items. After the incubation period, the victim’s body will enter a sort of limbo state during which all body function will appear to cease, though it’d be more accurate to say the body had become like a cocoon for a man eating butterfly. While in this state of limbo, the victim’s body will take on physical changes, for example, the subconscious limits placed on the bodies muscles will be deactivated, essentially granting “superhuman” speed and strength, the canines will become more like a snake’s fangs, hinged and razor sharp, the eye structure will change to better suit nocturnal habits, and most importantly a majority of the bodily systems will shut down entirely. When a vampire feeds, the blood or life force they consume now goes directly into their cardiovascular system. After they wake up a fully fledged Vampire, the person can no longer process any “food” outside of blood and their previous aversion to garlic, holy water, cilantro, etc. will no longer have any effect, though they will continue to avoid sunlight whenever possible.

When a person first contracts Vampirism, they will have to be purged of the virus before entering the limbo state, meaning the often painful consumption of everything a soon to be Vampire can’t handle. If done correctly, the victim will eventually become feverish before passing out to spend the next few days sweating the rest of the virus from their system. Once a Vampire has become a fully fledged Vampire, there is no going back and the person will have achieved a form of false immortality, although as we know now, they can be killed by decapitating the head or driving an aspen wood stake through their heart. Another method, if the opportunity arises, is to simply burn them away using a magnifying glass and the sun just like burning ants in the playground. A Vampire’s body becomes more and more like paper the older they get, with some of the more ancient vampires bearing almost translucent skin, making them highly flammable; all that’s needed is a little heat and there’d be nothing left but ash. Due to this incredibly dry skin, a dead Vampire will be incinerated the second the sunlight touches it’s corpse, making cleaning up after a hunt quick and easy.

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Date: March 23rd Entry: Over all behavior and observation

The other day many hunters returned to Astera with findings of an Old World monster. Many have been quick to deduce what monster this is. The one and only DevilJho. This raises many problems for the fleets but also for the ecosystem and environment. Many hunters including myself have been asked to go out and research the DevilJho sightings. This puts my research on other monsters on hold for now. I have only been up against a DevilJho a handful of times anyway. (I could count how many on one hand of a Wyvarian.) So I figure it might be best to write out this report, as in all honesty the DevilJho isn’t my forte of monster knowledge. Prehaps making the comparison of the New World DevilJho to the Old World isn’t a good idea. Thus this report is strictly on the DevilJho found in the New World, the Savage DevilJho will not be talked about, should it be discovered in the new world then a foot note entry will be made.

With the alert out about The World Eater in the forest it was shut down unless you were in the Researchers Commission. Though I am part of the fifth fleet I am still in a grey area. nonetheless I was granted access to the forest, despite already being asked to research the Brute Wyvern.

Yesterday was my encounter with DevilJho in the New World. It picked up a Great Jagras into its maw and at first I thought it was swinging it around to kill and eat it as usual. It was then I noticed it was using the Great Jagras as a tool to try and attack me with. Watching the Jagras struggle was hard to watch, I wanted its suffering to end. My battle with the DevilJho had forced my hand when it attacked. Into the fight I was able to get the monster to fall over and release the Great Jagras. Watching the lesser monster run away to safety was the highlight of my day.

Today was another encounter but this time I watched from afar. Out in the Wild Spire I was doing some tracking of DevilJho. Trying to understand its arrival and how it got here to this island. A Bazelgeuse landed in the area and DevilJho took quick notice of it. I expected the two to be pretty matched, I was partially right. DevilJho was quick to grab the flying wyvern in its mouth and slam it onto the ground. Followed by a few tosses over itself before Bazelgeuse got up, DevilJho quickly tossed itself into the other monster only to go under its neck area. Causing all the bomb scales on Bazelgeuse ’s neck to explode, this knocked DevilJho back and gave Bazelgeuse time to escape.'

Brute Wyvern DevilJho

Physiology Size: 1803.0 cm - 4097.8 cm Title: World Eater Element: Dragon Habitat: Ancient Forest, Wildspire waste, Rotten Vale, Coral highlands, Elder’s recess, (Any type of habitat.)

DevilJho is a large bipedal Brute Wyvern in a uniform field grey or forest green color while also being littered with scars with a muscular upper body. They are covered in rows of scutes that reach a peak height on its back and tail. It carries powerful jaws with rows of teeth sitting inside the roof of its mouth and on the outside. A thin snout but large lower jaw with rows of teeth growing out of its chin. With such large and powerful jaws it also boasts a large tail to balance it out, allowing the DevilJho’s jaws to grow into massive gaping maws. With its large tail to keep balance, this requires small and rather useless forelimbs... An evolutionary trade-off due to the size of such a monster. Severing the tail will cause DevilJho to stagger due to the loss of its own balance. It is supported on powerful yet oddly thin looking legs. The claws on DevilJho are a deep red color. When a DevilJho becomes enraged its muscles swell and open up its old wounds. In this state, sections of the skin take on a bright red coloration.

Behavior They have no territory and are nomadic, all ways searching for their next meal. Have a high body heat that brings about a high metabolism. Forcing them to constantly need to eat, meaning anything that moves including its own severed tail, other DevilJho and even all ready captured monsters. They live short lives due to how many battles they get into because of all ways being on the hunter. If given the chance these Brute Wyverns will eat other monsters to extinction. Putting entire ecosystems in danger, some say their potential damage could be matched to that of an Elder Dragon. DevilJho’s hunger seemed to be its diving force. No wonder it is given the title ‘World Eater’.

A highly aggressive predictor all ways on its search of prey, few are more aggressive then DevilJho. The monster is easily provoked and will attack instantly with little to no regard of their target. The DevilJho will attack even when it is weak and limping with all most no signs of stopping.

When put into a rage, its muscles swell and break open old wounds. Due to the swelling and opening of said wounds this puts the monster in a lot of pain, the pain only feeds into its blind rage. Continuing in its enraged state the monster has a range of weapons it can use against its foes and prey alike.

Though it has a massive size and sharp claws, DevilJho mostly uses its jaws to inflict damage. Capable of producing a strange clouded emission which can be spewed out of the mouth at hunters and other monsters alike. Said ‘breath’ attack with afflict one’s person with what is called Dragon Blight. When dealing this attack it will move its head from on direction to the other, making a full 180 sweep across the area.

Other attacks include stomping the ground to stagger its opponents, swinging its massive tail, running at high speeds to bomb bard or simply jumping onto them. At times the Brute Wyvern will dig up rocks (This changes depending on the region) with his jaws and hurl them at the target. DevilJho is powerful enough take on Bazelgeuse and even a Rathalos, along with lesser large monsters such as Great Jaggras and Great Girros. Going as far as to use these lesser large monsters for yet another way of attacking.

Hunting Reasoning for hunting DevilJho is pretty just. Its to protect ecosystems of invites its self into. Though Apex predators may rest at the top of the food chain, they still have a role to play. Animals are adapted to predators with in their area. Often equipped with evolutionary tools to help escape them, invasive monsters ruin this. In short, they are up against another creature they have never seen before. On top of these animals being hunted to extinction, this leaves the predators in the area to starve or invade other territories. Taking down all the predators in the area leaves smaller animals to over populate. Aside for is deadly aggression, a DevilJho has the strength to single handedly destroy ecosystems if given the chance. DevilJho is often a high priority in observation because of its potential devastation. Its hunger has even been known to drive it into civilizations and villages.

When searching for DevilJho the quickest way to find it is the chipped teeth that become littered on the ground when it rubs it chin against the dirt, creating grooves into the ground. Removing old warn down or broken teeth to let knew ones grow and take their place. Some will say that doing this is a way of making territory, but that implies the beast has one. No matter its reason, the teeth are a sure sign one of these brute wyverns are in the area. Dead animals and left over meals that had been fallen to DevilJho are another that will help your Scoutflies tune themselves to the scent of the monster. Marking its tracks for last. The World Eater as three toes per foot and a spine like claw on the back. This claw could be reminiscent of a no longer used raptor talon due to evolution. DevilJho tacks are much larger then that of an Anjanath.

Hunters looking to take on DevilJho for the first time should take extreme caution in dealing with such a creature. Unlike most monsters the tail is not a weakness despite that i can be severed. Leaving the monster to quickly lose balance. Its head, underbelly to chest area are the weak points of this monster. The top of its back is another point of interest but not as the others listed. Leaving both its teeth clustered head and underside breakable. Thus forcing hunters into position to attack the head or dance around its legs.

An enraged DevilJho can inflict Dragon Blight, when dealing its breath attack it safest place to be is under its legs or far away. As the stream of breath is a longer mid-range attack. The monster is weak to Thunder and Dragon elements. Be mindful of its massive tail and abilities to leap or throw rocks if you are away.

Though the saliva of DevilJho is harmless on closed skin, being binned and bitten can cause infection if taken care of quickly. Most likely from the amount it eats and bacteria in its mouth being rather potent thanks to the ominousness breath attack it has. Well armored hunters should not have to worry about this side from being rattled and taking more then a few dents or bruises. Over all, DevilJho requires more careful positioning due to weak point locations and types of attacks.

Conclusion The DevilJho in the New World is a spitting image of the ones found in the Old World. How they got here? I can’t say, I am not here to research them. With fleets arriving here over forty years ago its hard to say that such a monster could be missed. Then again its only the forth and fifth fleets that brought the most bulk of hunters. I am not the one to deem if they are the same as the ones back home. I can only turn in this report to let the Guild decide.

Disclaimer: All art used is concept art for the game Monster Hunter by Capcom (I only drew the foot print and put the graphics/pages together) * The info in this post is based off of Lore and observations I have made in Monster Hunter World, but also inspired by some real animals and personal headcanons. A report taken from the view of a Hunter. If you see something not based in canon this is why, its just a fun writing exercise. * Anyone and everyone is welcome reblog so long as they don’t add onto the post. Field Entry

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