Rudy the Ridiculous Wendigo

You opened your eyes as You felt the chill of the portal dissipate, looking around with Your enhanced eyes at the hoard of Masks that littered the long hallway, just off to the side, Cleo stood, a very guarded and cautioned element in her Aura, but she looked at You, your face dark and twisted before "HOLY SHIT THAT WAS COLD!" You growled, shivering and cringing at the horrible freezing gooey sensation that the portal washed all over you "Ugh... that is so gross." You gritted your teeth a disgusted look on your face.

Cleo seemed to relax a little at Your genuine reaction to the disgusting slimy portal, You were also more than a little relieved, you were worried that the cavernous darkness inside might have twisted you a little, but it seemed that no matter how monstrous you grew, little Charlie Drake was still there, deep down inside.

"Bleh... alright, come on, the sooner we get through this weird... mask maze, the sooner we can get away from that fucking portal." That thing was seriously weird. You extended your arm, giving Cleo a childish smile as she rolled her eyes at You, eyeing your arm for a moment before lightly taking it, locking herself to you with her trademark grumpy look as You walked together down the hall "I don't suppose that I'm finally getting through to you, Milady?"

Cleo scoffed "Vulcan may not be as strong as us, but she is wild and unpredictable, if we stick close then we will be in a better position to counter."

"Hmmm, I'd love to counter with our position, though with you this close... I can't vouch for my wandering hands, they tend to be... wild and unpredictable" You grinned, enjoying Cleo's intoxicating scent, the soft of her snow-white skin and the rush of her aura.

Cleo pressed her lips together as You smiled widely at her, turning her eyes away as the two of You moved carefully towards the door at the end of the Mask-pasted hall.

Traversing that Hall, became... strange, like... your steps were getting heavier, the path was becoming a little less clear, a subtle fog wading in through the end door which had opened just a crack to allow a Miasma of Aura to flow through, no this wasn't anything tangible, it was a feeling, so thick and potent that You could almost see it, that feeling being a colossal gust of Murderous intent that spilt around You like mist.

You could feel Cleo trembling slightly, her eyes wide and bloodshot as her claws sprouted, tracing along Your arm as the two of you continued "By the Blood God... Why does she have to smell so dangerous." Cleo growled, her fangs sharp and clenched together

"Is it really bothering you that much? You can just wait here if you like?" You offered, but Cleo shook her head adamantly

"No! I am a Noble, I won't be warded off by some dirty little mad woman." Cleo insisted, grasping you tightly as You finally came to the Workshop's entrance.

The moment that You opened the door, pushing it ajar to reveal a room that was pitch black... Magenta eyes flashed as a horribly boney face flew towards you, an ear-piercing screech vibrating the air as a Horned skull came rushing at You, it's mouth wide and lined with hideously sharp teeth ready to bite.

It was moving towards Cleo, that much was clear, it was so fast, shooting from the darkness like a bullet towards the dark-haired vixen who barely had time to react, the Wendigo would surely sink her teeth into that pretty face of hers... only...

Forevermore

Your perception of time... it seemed to be slowing, things were simultaneously moving at a normal pace, but a slight before-image struck out ahead, it was like seeing ever so briefly into the future... well, whatever it was... it was eating away at your insides, very very quickly.

like clapping thunder, You whipped around, bracing around Cleo like a shield as the Wendigo fired into you, her rows of pointy teeth gouging and tearing at the flesh of Your shoulder before You roared viciously, smashing a Warhammer blow into the skull-like face, cracking it clean in half and sending the figured flying back into the darkness.

In a split second reaction, You pushed Cleo back, snarling as Your eyes tried to pierce the darkness to find your opponent, but alas this darkness was abnormally dark, darker even than your supernatural senses could pierce, the only thing that your ears could pick up was a hoarse chuckling from the shadows.

Your claws sliced into the skin on your palm, dark blood trickling out as You quickly drew a circular sign below you, whispering "Dragon's breath: Candlelight." The Rune was the simplest of the advanced runes that Rose had run you through, it was, however, the only rune of the Dragon's Breath variety that You could get to work.

Just as intended, the sign erupted with a bright fiery-red light illuminating the room just as the Wendigo scuttled in an arc below you, the long barrel of a very old looking gun pointing right up at Your face, it's muzzle flashing with crimson Glyphs as the shot cannoned up towards your face... God, You were thankful that You could mist, allowing the scarlet bullet to pass through your disembodied head, the fiery shot sparking out and embedding itself into the ceiling, sending a good many of the masks that adorned the walls to splinter into pieces.

The Wendigo roared, Her mask splitting in two as she flew up to tear out Your throat...

Forevermore...

The Beast's disembodied voice struck at Your mind again, the Forward image of the Wendigo splitting forward, lunging towards Your abdomen to take a bite, while the slowed version continued to move towards your throat.

"IT'S A TRAP!"

You twisted out of the way, using your forward knowledge of her intentions to dodge as she went to bite at Your abs, Your clawed hand grasping at her long dirty blonde hair to rip her upward, sinking a staggering knee into her stomach, the Wendigo shooting up into the ceiling, her body embedding in the splintered and tangled planks above.

The Wendigo; Vulcan, hung there, stuck and skewered by the broken steaks of wood, her head hung completely motionless, her long shaggy hair draped over her face as You took a long breath, the still mostly foreign feeling of it unsettling you slightly, though the slight beating in your chest made you grin, grunting as the flesh of Your torn shoulder began to regenerate "Dang it, I like this shirt." You said, feeling the tattered hole where Vulcan had bitten you.

"W-What the hell, how did You react so fast!? she was so quick!" Cleo said, moving over to look up at Vulcan's motionless form.

Forevermore...

"I... I think I can see into the future now! haha that is so fucking cool" You said, grinning boyishly for a moment before grunting again as a pain danced between your ribs, this new ability "Forevermore" seemed to be rather taxing, but it would doubtlessly be useful.

"See into the future, what?" She obviously thought it was ludicrous, but You waved Cleo off

"We can talk about it in a little while, first thing's first, what the fuck!? since when do Vampire's use guns!?" You said, moving over to the long Flintlock rifle, obviously upgraded with modern attachments and covered and I mean covered in a shit tone of glowing red runes, giving the weapon an almost magma like glow

"I Warned You! she's batshit crazy, just be happy that this wasn't as bloody as the last time we came here, she would have ripped Corvus' face-off if Hawkins and Umbra didn't stop her." Cleo frowned as You both looked up to Vulcan, a short cough leaving her lips as droplets of black blood flew from her maw, You pushed Cleo back, ready to fight again and protect her if need be... but.

"M-Me and my bitch... took a lil' trip, down to the garden, took a lil' dip, apple juice falling from her lips... took a lil' sip... hehe..." Vulcan's voice was wheezy but clear and high, the sounds of her broken ribs snapping back into place echoing in the room, still illuminated by the Dragon's rune.

She lurched, tearing her torn arms from the Wooden ceiling bit by bit until she fell, ragdolling through the air before she landed face-first on the hard floor "Owee." She winced, her body regenerating as she slowly got to her feet "towards her prey the Vulcan dashed, but by her prey was the silly girl smashed, hehe... You... must be the Superior." You raised an eyebrow as all of her bones suddenly cracked back in place, allowing her to stand completely straight, her face still covered by her dirty blonde hair "You..." She growled, her voice reverberating through the darkness "...Will..." Her snarl was deep, dark, You readied for battle, this could be trouble "Want a cup of Tea!!!"

hUh?

Vulcan clapped her hands like an excited schoolgirl, giggling girlishly as she clicked her fingers boisterously "LET THERE BE LIGHT!!!" The blonde cried, the lights in her studio suddenly coming to life, illuminating the large space, filled with strange machines and tables, many thousands of masks adorning the wall... save for that One spot where she had shot a giant hole into them and gotten mashed into the ceiling

"T-Tea?" You said, you and Cleo exchanging confused looks, Vulcan nodded, sweeping her long hair our of her face so that You could see her face in full

"Yes, Tea! very rude to not offer Tea to esteemed guests like You, Mr superior, especially one who tastes so Heavenly!" She... she was crying, red tears falling down her cheeks as she beamed in Euphoria "Immortal Beauty, the savoury of **** and Sweetness of life, working in harmony in such a fucking handsome vessel! Oh, ambrosia! though it is a shame about my masks, I'll have to repair them post-haste!" Vulcan said, showing her shark-like grin as she stared up into the heavens with painfully absent eyes... this woman, was fucking insane.

"Umm... thanks I guess and sorry about the Masks-woah!" You jolted, feeling a small form wrap her arms around you, the shock of her movements making you slip off your feet, Vulcan landing on top of You as she cried with joy

"So beautiful, so perfect! I just want to eat You up! ....but alas I cannot, for who am I to sink my teeth in such divinity, Your flesh is an infinite paradigm of delight, a fantasia of flavour for my meagre tastebuds, You are beautiful Mr..." Vulcan stared down expectantly, Her breath thick with your flesh, her eyes glowing like magenta gems

"Oh umm... Charlie, Charlie Drake, Lord of the Noxium." introducing yourself with an insane Vampire on top of You was a little daunting, but, her smile was actually quite pretty when she gave it to you, her actual face, in its normal form, without the weird wendigo mask was really very cute

"This little Mask-maker is called Rudenia Vulcan... but You can call me Rudy, you sexy hunk of delicious flesh you." Vulcan... or Rudy's head, snapped upward, looking at Cleo who was frozen and starstruck "Hmmm, I know You, You work for the old Bastard, yes... You're a Gerix, I hate that bloody birdman, He wouldn't let me eat him." She growled, face twisting again with malice, only to be stopped by your gripping hands

"She's with me. You will not harm her." You commanded darkly, Vulcan gasped childishly, frowning slightly like a child who was afraid of something under her bed

"Oh My... You are scary, so powerful... Charlie Drake, did You say? Lord of the Noxium... WAIT! DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KILLED CORVIE-WORVIE, BY THE BLOOD GOD, SO THERE IS A NEW CLAN! THAT IS FUCKING EXQUISITE!" She cried, flexibly slipping backwards and cartwheeling to her feet and jumping for joy and turning around rapidly in circles while muttering excitedly "Oh god... oh man... oh god... oh man... OH GOD OH MAN!" Vulcan froze, gritting her sharp teeth "Looks like we need to cook ourselves up a Visage Ritual! Scooby dooby doo, we have a lot of work to do now!" Rudy quickly spun around, picking up her broken wendigo mask and her long rifle before offering you a hand with her crazed smile

"So... You're going to help me, just like that?" You asked slightly suspicious and a little afraid, this broad was loonie, but she grinned and nodded

"No, not just like that. Just like this!" Rudy leant down to grab your arm and pulled you up, biting her lip and rushing over to a large but very well organised desk, gesturing for you to sit in the chair opposite. "The Moody looking one can sit over there." Rudy pointed to a chair in the corner, You shook your head

"Cleo stays with me, got it?" You said sternly making Rudy squeak at Your tone

"So Scary."