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[Long story short: Henry sort-of-accidentally summoned a monster.

It isn't a particularly pleasant thing to look at, and despite its strange anatomy that looks like the wrong bits of people twisted upside-down, it moves on those many limbs quickly. It's fast, and strong, and it is, unfortunately, somehow connected very tenuously to Henry's own subconsciousness. As you do.

This also means it absolutely hates Solvunn's goats.

If you're in or around the Primary Settlement, it isn't unreasonable to think you might run into this disturbing, unworldly thing tearing across fields or even lurking behind homes and their penned-in fences, looking to cause havoc with the local animals... especially if said animals are goat-shaped. If approached, it lets out a terrible sound, rising up and making itself look bigger with outstretched "forelegs". It leaps and tries to pounce on anything that might present itself as a threat, and that does include fellow Summoned who might make an effort to save their precious settlement's goats.

It will attack those who draw too close without hesitation, but it won't go out of its way to inflict violence on either the Summoned or the natives. It really does just hate the goats.

Still, maybe you should help the little guys? Henry sure isn't making an effort.]

(( OOC: There will be a couple of goat casualties, so there is an inherent CW FOR ANIMAL HARM/DEATH in potential threads, but I won't be going into detail. That said, this monster can be injured and shooed away with the right tools and effort. Please refrain from killing it, as it will just run off at the end of this and become part of the Bestiary! c: ))

BAHAHAHAHA...

[ Nanaue sits on the grass watching the weird spider-man-thing tangling with the bad goats. Nanaue might also chase around the bad goats, except one of them is already deceased, and he is immediately attracted to the fresh nom nom... the forbidden goat meat...

He laughs loudly in between sucking on a leg bone. ]

[ Truthfully, Rocket's got no real feelings one way or another where the goats are concerned. There are a lot of 'em, and they're loud and kinda stupid, but they don't do anything to deliberately tick him off, and his roommates seem to be fond of them too.

As such, he goes by a 'live and let live' kind of policy.

But when he starts to pick up on the presence of a too-many-limbed creature terrorizing the goats and then killing them (the panicked bleats and the struggle of hoofs against the growling and patter of hands and feet against the ground is a dead giveaway), Rocket is suddenly instilled with the need to defend those that can't really defend themselves. This apparently applies to dumb goats.

And this is what being a Guardian of the Galaxy (and former part-time Avenger) does to you, apparently. Ugh. ]

Hey! Knock that off!

[ He's a 3'-1" creature without his trusty big ol' blaster guns, but yeah, sure, that's fine. He's wiley and agile, and at the very least he's got a couple of small blades he'd picked up at the Vermilion Court; he'll figure something out. ]

What the hell are you anyway?

[The creature itself has no distaste for raccoon-shaped Summoned. In fact, it seems to quite precisely direct its ire to the goats of Solvunn, for whatever reason — everyone else is left alone unless they approach, but then it’s all bets off.

Currently, the monster has found its way into one of many goat pens, a common sight in the settlement, causing the goats within to bleat and run off in the opposite direction in panic. While it would normally give chase, Rocket’s interruption has it turning its “head”—if you can call it that—towards him, hissing out a low noise that sounds almost questioning.

It hasn't been aggroed yet, at least, as though it's trying to assess where Rocket stands in the goat versus human cateogry.]

Eugh — you are disgusting.

[ Rocket makes a face that expresses said disgust with a frown.

He looks at the collection of limbs and hands and feet that suddenly seem to direct its attention back to him, and then realizing that it hasn't really got any ears, he wonders how the hell it sensed that he'd been speaking. ]

Listen, uh. [ He clears his throat. ] You're really gonna have to leave those dumb goats alone. I'm only gonna warn you once.

[How does the anatomy of this creature work at all? It's truly a mystery. But have no doubt that it can hear Rocket, made obvious by the way it hisses yet once more. Questioning, right on the verge of a warning. Its many limbs shift about, as though trying to judge whether or not it should rush forward and ignore this new creature.

Ultimately? It turns it attention back to the goats crowding near the corner of the pen, and simply decides that this is its priority, and starts rushing towards them -- with its awkward, slightly disturbing, many-legged gait.

Those goats might need a rescue!]

[ Ugh. He's really gonna have to do this, isn't he?

Goddamnit.

And his single (1) blaster is only partially constructed because he just ain't getting the materials fast enough.

So: daggers and claws it is. ]

Don't say I didn't warn you.

[ Fey dagger in one claw, he uses the strength in his back legs to lift himself up high enough to gain some edge on the creature. He shouts out with a particularly graceful, Aaaahhhh! and drives the sharp tip of his dagger into one of the creature's many limbs, enough to halt it from making further progress into its goat buffet. ]

[Well, it might be no blaster, but a Fey dagger is still very much effective against soft flesh. When the blade sinks into the skin of one of its many legs, the creature skids to a halt, twisting about in confusion at first -- the momentum is sudden, enough to fling Rocket about if he's still holding onto the dagger's hilt, and if he's not holding on tightly.

It gives an ear-splitting screech, two of its legs thrashing out to swipe at Rocket.

(The goats have been forgotten about, if only for a moment. But a moment is all they need to scramble along the fenceline once more, finding refuge in a different corner altogether.)]

[ For a creepy crawly limbed thing, Rocket doesn't expect it to be so freakin' nimble. It shakes him off pretty easily, flinging him into the dirt of the goat pen, his crystalline dagger flying off somewhere else too. Out of his immediate reach. ]

Well, shit.

[ He scrambles back to his own feet, looking from the terrified goats to the skittering limbed creature. ]

[Harboring a wound in a leg, the monster doesn't care to turn its attention back to the goats just yet. Rocket's presented himself as a threat, and an irritation, which is enough to realign its priorities for now.

Another screech, and it dashes straight for Rocket once more, using the same strategy as before -- lurching up and trying to slam its many arms back down. It has no interest in the dagger, which has flown out and away, landing somewhere nearby.]

[ Rocket's goal: get that goddamned knife back.

But until then, he's got four paws with sharp claws, and equally sharp teeth. He'll use 'em all if he has to, and the latter as a last resort because chomping into this thing seems real disgusting even as a concept.

He manages to climb onto the creature's 'back', scratching at any of the flailing limbs that come at him, his claws digging into pale flesh and holding on before the flurry of arms manages to catch at his side with a winded oof!. And then another one (and another one, DJ KHALED) dislodges him fully, sending him flying off again.

This is starting to become something of a habit, but the chromatic glint of his crystalline dagger catches his eye and he dives for it. ]

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oops, a monster. (ota)

drive-by, later on

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