This Land is SO TOTALLY Not Your Land [Swagbeast and fireandblood]

[fireandblood]

Adrastus perched on the building, regarding the world below him with an expression of mild interest. Earth was not a place with which he was very familiar, but it certainly seemed to be intriguing.

"Tell me, Aetius, what lives in this realm?" he asked his companion, who was grinning down through the shimmering portal below them. This was the thinnest reality had ever been between the Surreal and Earth, and the anomalies had grown more excited with each passing day.

"Humans, Adrastus. And a more delectable species I have never tasted. I know that you tend to stay away from Earth, but you really should have a look at what it offers." Cackling, Aetius launched himself for the thin membrane, puncturing it easily.

A small smile flitted over Adrastus's lips as he thought of his next move. After observing these humans, he saw what they found attractive easily. It would be no trifle to assume their shape and integrate into their simple, foolish reality. And if they were as delicious as everyone had attested... Adrastus licked his lips. It had been days since his last feeding, and he was starving.

Suddenly, he hopped down from his perch and through the hole, landing softly in an alleyway and concealed from human eyes. Sniffing, he took in the strange smells of the realm and tried to place them. A pungent stench emerged from a hole in the ground to the left, and something stale wafted in from his right. Above it all, though, was an enticing smell the likes of which he had never known. Human, he thought, his smile widening.

His deep red skin began to shimmer, bubbling and fading to the dull tan of the humans' skin. He shrank from his usual height of around 8 feet to a measly 6'5", though that seemed to be tall for a human. Dark hair sprouted from his recently bald head, and his impressive horns disappeared. Remembering the facial hair he had seen some of the men wearing, he adorned himself with a close-cropped beard, the same black as his hair. His clothes he kept: a simple black shirt and pants outfit. His grin growing wider, he decided to keep his manhood the same length as it had been- a whopping 13 inches (if that's okay! haha). Suddenly, his grin left his face, and he began his hunt. Instinct took over, and he prowled the night, sniffing the air.

There. To the northwest. A sweet smell, innocent and new, seductive in its purity. Walking silently, Adrastus stalked the scent. When he came upon it, he paused in the shadows, watching the source. Two young humans, probably around eighteen years of age, sat in an alley, obviously thinking that they were being sneaky. Their furtive laughs and hushed voices indicated that they were looking to not be caught by human authorities. Internally, Adrastus chuckled, thinking that he was not a human authority.

My mother always told me to play with my food, he thought, striding forward confidently. The children stopped talking, thinking they had been busted with whatever it was that was smoking between them.

"Might I ask," he said, his Surreal accent heavily thickening his English, "What are you two young people doing out here so late?" Smiling wickedly down at their almost identical expressions of fear, he said to himself, It doesn't matter what realm you're in... Fright translates the same onto every face.

"Nothing, sir," the young man said, standing up and pulling the female with him. "We were.... just leaving." The girl nodded fervently, her eyes not leaving the ground.

Adrastus's grin grew wider until it turned into an insane-looking grimace. "You aren't leaving," he growled, and stepped forward, grabbing both of the humans by the neck. Though he was in human form, his Surreal strength had not left him, and he lifted both of them off the ground. Considering each in turn, he threw the male across the alley, and the boy's body hit the wall, falling limply to the ground.

Adrastus brought the girl down so that they were at eye level with each other. Her face was beginning to turn blue, and he let her go. She fell, gasping, at his feet, and tried to scramble away. The tall man grabbed her feet, and dragged her back toward him.

"You should feel privileged," he murmured into her ear. "You'll be my first meal." Then, he sank his teeth into her neck, where blood exploded into his mouth. The flow was so substantial that it leaked out from the corners of his human lips.

Almost sinking to his knees with pleasure, Adrastus reveled in the delicious taste of this innocent girl. So sweet... So unlike anything he had tasted before. Within minutes, he had drained all of her blood, and he was left in shock. Why had he never come to Earth before?

 

[Osheaga]

• 
  
  It was the same routine every Thursday night. The same middle-aged homeless man hobbled by with his shopping cart of assorted trash, the same business man strode down the terrace with his black leather briefcase after leaving the office and the same unrealistically attractive house-wife jogged by with her pint-sized Pomeranian. Samosa watched them all, like a house cat stalking her master's new pet hamsters.
  
  Her fingers fumbled with the keys, a simple task that was growing increasingly cumbersome as of late. Mid October sported warm, fleeting summer breezes, not the bone numbing cold of December, so she found herself displeased with her dexterity. Eventually she emerged victorious from her duel with the store keys, reaching into her pockets to produce the last of her cigarettes. The nicotine curbed her hunger pangs and made her routine walk by the butchery much less tantalizing.
  
  She took a drag; the wind yawned overhead, sighing around the flimsy willow trees forming a neat coffle up and down the terrace. After bathing in the familiar scent of Nicotine, Samosa waltzed down the sidewalk in all of her tall, curvaceous glory. Humans quite literally parted around her as a galley's prow parted water. Her aura was suffocating and her beauty was unmistakeably dangerous. Men gawked at her, shamelessly, while women passed with whispers on their lips. She was well accustomed to rumor and assumption, often hearing her neighbors in her condo gossping, claiming that she was a Satanist and practiced the devil's work in her apartment. If reading Dante Alleghieri's Inferno was indeed heresy, Samosa would be sentenced to the 6th circle, forced to burn eternally in an inflamed tomb.
  
  Halfway down the terrace Samosa cut through a closely constructed string of duplexes flanked by a local Syrian's 7-11. A familiar smell wafted into her nostrils - it wasn't that of the Syran's trademark shawarma or the local potheads rolling a fat-one in their backyards, it was something enticing. She advanced on notorious soundless footfalls, investigating the darkness with her perilous grey eyes. To her side was a lifeless corpse, beaten and battered, and another that was nearly as pallid as the moon overhead. She walked like the wind with the power of several wild cats, yanking the mystery assailant by his mop of arrant curls to send him in the direction of his first victim.
  
  She could smell the blood, all wet and metallic and decadent, but it was human flesh that made her knees weak. Samosa was a dangerous beast from surreality if ever one lived, a beautiful woman paired with a mouth teeming with razor sharp fangs. She survived on flesh and bone, tearing hunks of skin and muscle from her victims, ripping through their thighs until she heard their hamstrings snap.
  
  Suddenly, her mouth began unfastening at the hinges; what were once human teeth grew into pearly, jagged tusks, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as if she were a dog dying of dehydration. "Leave," she snarled. Her voice was a melodic cocktail of authority and mellifluousness and cunning, but it was no where near sweet. "This domain is not yours to hunt on."

 

[fireandblood]

Before he started on the second body, Adrastus had pushed his hand into the flesh of the female's leg, seeking the bone. Though he did not eat flesh, the bone was his favorite dish in any realm, and he enjoyed saving it for last. Before he could reach it, however, a hand grabbed his hair and flung him toward the male body. Hissing, he rolled lithely to his feet, assuming a crouched position.

Before him stood an Eater, one of the more dangerous anomalies that consumed all aspects of their prey. Her impressive tusks pushed through the skin of her mouth, as if she planned to threaten him. Her beautiful human curves contrasted drastically with the hideousness that was her face, but Adrastus found it intriguing and almost sexy.

Adrastus himself was a Stalker, a race known in Surreality to take their greatest pleasure from tracking their prey and consuming blood and bone. They were a race just as notoriously conniving and dangerous as the Eaters, and the other anomalies tended to steer clear of the two more unstable groups.

"Hello, Eater," he growled, assuming a casual posture. "I hope you didn't mean to scare me, as I am not one of your pathetic humans." His form began to ripple again, and he grew to his massive height, redness slowly bleeding into his skin in the trademark color of his race. The horns pierced once more through his skull, no more than seven inches in length but as thick as a small tree at the base. Their yellow points curved dramatically over his head, and their unmarked ends showed his fierceness in battle.

"I don't believe I want to leave any time soon," he sneered, his long, forked tongue snaking out of his lips. "I wasn't quite finished with my meal, you see." As he finished the sentence, he chuckled darkly, his knowing ice-blue eyes peering at her from heavy lids.

Suddenly, he launched himself at her, and slammed her into the ground. Delivering one blow, his long fingernails rake across her face to leave four distinct lines of blood. Grinning down at her, he laughed sadistically.

This should be fun, he thought as he rolled off of her, waiting for her next move.

 

[Osheaga]

• 
  
  It was inexplicably chancy to risk exposing her genuine appearance to any humans nearby. Though Samosa didn't feed often, she was wont to dine on an occasional human every now and then, though her menu was exclusively criminals and gang-bangers. She was a solitary creature like the rest of her kind and prefered to remain undisturbed.
  
  That was, until, this anomaly appeared before her.
  
  Like the rest of his phylum he appeared arrogant and playful, two traits that Samosa abhorred. As he unveiled himself, Samosa, too, began revealing slivers of her natural identity. Her head began pounding like the steady thrum of warm drums as two charcoal coloured horns sprouted through her skull and curled like that of a ram's. They grew on their own accord, thus she was inclined to file them when they became unruly.
  
  Samosa shrieked when her assailant pared away her skin with his claws - it wasn't a human shriek, but something altogether ear-splitting. Moments later the bloody fissures began to fill with fresh cells, all pink and new. She hissed as he withdrew and pounced as a panther would, her mouth agape and wicked tongue waggling. "I don't think you understand how futile this is," she snarled as she straddled the behemoth, headbutting him with the fury of her horns and skull. Her tongue, like a razor, began sawing at his tomato-red flesh until she drew blood.
  
  "I ask you once more, stalker. Leave."

 

[fireandblood]

The Eater's shriek brought yet a wider smile to the red lips of the Stalker, and he chuckled again. Her horns were impressive, he had to admit, and her teeth were a frightful sight to behold- if you were prey. Her skin healed quickly, as he knew it would, and his laughter carried on as she took him to the ground.

The powerful head-butt cut off his laughter, and a feral snarl tore from his throat. As was his race's wont, his temper flared quickly. Though they appeared to be mischievous and playful, the Stalkers were a cold, calculating group, manipulative through-and-through. The only emotion that was, for them, uncontrollable was rage. If something was irritating enough, it could trigger a reaction that was truly a fearsome thing.

As her tongue razed across his skin, his snarl intensified, and he threw her off of him, crouching once again into a primal stance. His skin began knitting together as well, healing with the rapidity of any Anomaly.

"I do understand how futile it is," Adrastus said, regaining his composure and smiling once more. "That doesn't mean we can't have some fun." With that, he launched himself at her, throwing a solid punch to her gut and sinking his teeth into her neck, taking a chunk of skin with him as he landed just behind her.

Spitting it out, his sneered, his blue eyes glinting madly in the darkness.

 

[Osheaga]

• 
  
  For a moment, Samosa lurched over as her adversary launched a mallet-sized fist into her belly. She felt her muscles cry out in protest and her empty stomach roil under the pressure. With wide, white eyes she gnashed her teeth and hissed until the majority of discomfort seeped back into her bones. By the time his fangs cleaved through her neck, Samosa's skin had blackened and sprouted barbs virtually thrice the acuity. If a human were to simply graze them they'd split the flesh like a scalpel, but this creature before her was an Anomaly and likely no where near as succeptible.
  
  As quick as his teeth tore her skin, it was restored, filled with new tissue that was as pink as a newborn. She touched the skin where the wound once existed and winced, smearing excess blood over her elongated fingertips. In a nearby puddle she glimpsed her appearance and even she, a woman who was incapable of feeling surprise - was taken aback. Her complexion, once a hue of terracotta sand, was blacker than a moonless sky. Her teeth jutted out like snapped steak knives and her eyes, slender and almond-shaped, sported bead-sized pupils as dark as her skin. It was years since she witnessed this monstrous change in herself, but admittedly, she revelled in the sensation of her bones snapping and healing to support her new frame.
  
  She flexed her muscles and clawed away her clothing. Her breasts were scaled, her belly was barbed and her heart-shaped ass looked as if it were wrapped in a spool of skin-tight latex.
  
  As he rolled about, she padded around him on silent footfalls and lunged at him, this time cupping either side of his face in her hands as she straddled his chest and slammed her hips into his crotch. Steam steadily rose from her fingertips, revealing that the decorative runes on her palms emitted a corrosive slime. "I'd appreciate if you had fun elsewhere," she sneered. Her tongue snaked through her full black lips and lapped, almost affectionately, at his Adam's apple. She was in the right mind to skewer him with her horns, but not until he was properly cooked. With little to no notice she grabbed his throat with every intention of crushing his windpipe. Despite the difference in sizes, she wielded immense strength.
  
  "I don't eat red meat," she said, "But for you, I'm quite willing to make exception."