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Description
Name: Sliver Cat

Aliases: Dingmaul

Factions: More information available at a later date.

Status: -Active throughout recent history, 100's of years back at least.

Alignment: Chaotic Hostile

Rank: 2

Measurements:

Height: 5 meters at shoulder

Length: 10 meters

Weight: Moderate

Powers:

Normal:

-Tail Swipe- The thick bone plates on the tip of the thickly muscled tail will easily crush metal.

Special:

- Tail Claws -The "claws" on the other side of the flail are mobile. They can flick open and shut to catch prey, and they also deliver a poison that causes temporary paralysis. Even if the cat doesn't catch you with the maul, the claws will flick open and catch you on the back swipe.

Weaknesses:

- Not Bright - Sliver Cats aren't that intelligent.

- Soft- Sliver Cats, while bigger than most Fearsome Critters, are still susceptible to small arms fire.

Personality:

Sliver Cats are aggressive and almost always hungry, and they will eat anything they can catch. If an ambush fails, however, they won't pursue the prey far.

Bio:

After the Cactus Cat incident, where Rhys found out that sometimes, if the critter was intelligent enough, he could understand Kaiju speech. No one really had an answer for him as to why or how. He didn't get much chance to test this new found ability before Ed got the call.

From Wisconsin.

Why Wisconsin? The place where psycho wolf-bear-man things tore people apart and giant white cats crushed cars?

Admittedly, that last one hadn't happened since the first time, but still.

Why would anyone want to go monster hunting in Wisconsin?

"Do you know how many of these Fearsome Critter "myths" are either mostly in Wisconsin or Minnesota? Almost half of them, and there are a lot."

"I wish you would stop using air quotes when you talk."

Ed heaved a sigh, "Look, Rhys, this lady here is an actual real scientist. Like, she's certified for this sort of thing and everything! All she wants is for us to go out with her research group and look for this thing called a....what was the damn thing called again?"

Vic piped up from down the hall where he was already cheerfully packing, "Hodag, Ed."

"Yeah yeah, a Hodag! You finding those other critters really made her curious if her own state's monsters were real after all. This group is looking for the Hodag but anything we find is good as well. Even if we don't spot the thing they are after, after a week we get paid and we leave. Easy, yeah? And you can talk to 'em, so you could maybe ask them not to eat us!"

Rhys stared at his friend in despair. "Ed, I don't think they care if I can talk to them, they're going to eat what they want."

"Well you could try!"

Head in his hands, Rhys just groaned and agreed to go to goddamn Wisconsin.

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Joan Bowman was the name of Ed's "Scientist Lady." When the short blonde stepped out of her car at the edge of the thick protected forest they were searching, she didn't look like the type who would do this sort of field work.

Then she hauled all of her supplies for three miles and wasn't even winded, and set up her tent and had shit going before he even caught his breath.

"Don't go off without someone else, especially at night." Was the first thing she said to him beyond the greetings and introductions they had exchanged. "And take this with you at all times." She handed them all a bottle of amber liquid.

Ed opened his bottle and reared back at the smell. "Jeeez, if you were going to give up booze why did you get this gut-rot?"

"It's not for drinking, that's why." She looked perfectly serious when she said this, "If things like the Whinntosser can be real, then the Hidebehind might be as well."

"Hidebehind? I thought it was a Hodag."

Joan stared at Ed the way Rhys did, and he immediately felt a kinship with her.

She dealt with it with about as much sarcasm, too. "Did you seriously bring your friend, who attracts monsters, into the woods looking for things you don't even know about?"

"...Maybe?"

"God fucking damnit."

She rolled her eyes up towards the tree tops and bit out, "Hidebehinds, if the stories are true, can conceal themselves behind a person and no matter how much you turn around you never see them until they disembowel you and eat your guts. While you are still alive." She looked back at Ed and said slowly, "Only they don't like the smell of booze."

"Ohhhh, I get it!"

"Thank fucking God."

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Turns out, the Hidebehind wasn't the thing they needed to worry about first. When a thick, spiked club of bone and fur swung down through the trees and barely missed his head, Rhys had a second to process what had happened before Joan kicked his knees out from behind him and yelled, "Duck stupid!" and claws the size of his goddamn forearm were whistling back at him.

He looked up and caught the glimpse of furious glowing red eyes before the thing hissed and slunk back into the tree tops and disappeared.

Joan looked after it until they were sure it was gone, and turned back to Rhys. "I should have brought you a suit of fucking armor."

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History: More information at a later date.

Important Dates:

April 11th, 2034: Rhys goes to Wisconsin, almost gets eaten again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wisconsin is a bad place to visit if you attract monsters.

Art (c) Me

Description
Name: Sliver Cat

Aliases: Dingmaul

Factions: More information available at a later date.

Status: -Active throughout recent history, 100's of years back at least.

Alignment: Chaotic Hostile

Rank: 2

Measurements:

Height: 5 meters at shoulder

Length: 10 meters

Weight: Moderate

Powers:

Normal:

-Tail Swipe- The thick bone plates on the tip of the thickly muscled tail will easily crush metal.

Special:

- Tail Claws -The "claws" on the other side of the flail are mobile. They can flick open and shut to catch prey, and they also deliver a poison that causes temporary paralysis. Even if the cat doesn't catch you with the maul, the claws will flick open and catch you on the back swipe.

Weaknesses:

- Not Bright - Sliver Cats aren't that intelligent.

- Soft- Sliver Cats, while bigger than most Fearsome Critters, are still susceptible to small arms fire.

Personality:

Sliver Cats are aggressive and almost always hungry, and they will eat anything they can catch. If an ambush fails, however, they won't pursue the prey far.

Bio:

After the Cactus Cat incident, where Rhys found out that sometimes, if the critter was intelligent enough, he could understand Kaiju speech. No one really had an answer for him as to why or how. He didn't get much chance to test this new found ability before Ed got the call.

From Wisconsin.

Why Wisconsin? The place where psycho wolf-bear-man things tore people apart and giant white cats crushed cars?

Admittedly, that last one hadn't happened since the first time, but still.

Why would anyone want to go monster hunting in Wisconsin?

"Do you know how many of these Fearsome Critter "myths" are either mostly in Wisconsin or Minnesota? Almost half of them, and there are a lot."

"I wish you would stop using air quotes when you talk."

Ed heaved a sigh, "Look, Rhys, this lady here is an actual real scientist. Like, she's certified for this sort of thing and everything! All she wants is for us to go out with her research group and look for this thing called a....what was the damn thing called again?"

Vic piped up from down the hall where he was already cheerfully packing, "Hodag, Ed."

"Yeah yeah, a Hodag! You finding those other critters really made her curious if her own state's monsters were real after all. This group is looking for the Hodag but anything we find is good as well. Even if we don't spot the thing they are after, after a week we get paid and we leave. Easy, yeah? And you can talk to 'em, so you could maybe ask them not to eat us!"

Rhys stared at his friend in despair. "Ed, I don't think they care if I can talk to them, they're going to eat what they want."

"Well you could try!"

Head in his hands, Rhys just groaned and agreed to go to goddamn Wisconsin.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Joan Bowman was the name of Ed's "Scientist Lady." When the short blonde stepped out of her car at the edge of the thick protected forest they were searching, she didn't look like the type who would do this sort of field work.

Then she hauled all of her supplies for three miles and wasn't even winded, and set up her tent and had shit going before he even caught his breath.

"Don't go off without someone else, especially at night." Was the first thing she said to him beyond the greetings and introductions they had exchanged. "And take this with you at all times." She handed them all a bottle of amber liquid.

Ed opened his bottle and reared back at the smell. "Jeeez, if you were going to give up booze why did you get this gut-rot?"

"It's not for drinking, that's why." She looked perfectly serious when she said this, "If things like the Whinntosser can be real, then the Hidebehind might be as well."

"Hidebehind? I thought it was a Hodag."

Joan stared at Ed the way Rhys did, and he immediately felt a kinship with her.

She dealt with it with about as much sarcasm, too. "Did you seriously bring your friend, who attracts monsters, into the woods looking for things you don't even know about?"

"...Maybe?"

"God fucking damnit."

She rolled her eyes up towards the tree tops and bit out, "Hidebehinds, if the stories are true, can conceal themselves behind a person and no matter how much you turn around you never see them until they disembowel you and eat your guts. While you are still alive." She looked back at Ed and said slowly, "Only they don't like the smell of booze."

"Ohhhh, I get it!"

"Thank fucking God."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Turns out, the Hidebehind wasn't the thing they needed to worry about first. When a thick, spiked club of bone and fur swung down through the trees and barely missed his head, Rhys had a second to process what had happened before Joan kicked his knees out from behind him and yelled, "Duck stupid!" and claws the size of his goddamn forearm were whistling back at him.

He looked up and caught the glimpse of furious glowing red eyes before the thing hissed and slunk back into the tree tops and disappeared.

Joan looked after it until they were sure it was gone, and turned back to Rhys. "I should have brought you a suit of fucking armor."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

History: More information at a later date.

Important Dates:

April 11th, 2034: Rhys goes to Wisconsin, almost gets eaten again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Wisconsin is a bad place to visit if you attract monsters.

Art (c) Me