Dreams don't work like this [Overseers vs Hellcat/Ghull]

He was the cream of the crop, the best of the best. When people talked about the greatness of the hellcat, most of the time it was him they were referring to. Hell, he'd boasted to the others that the creator had deemed him the most worthy, the most skilled, that he had been destined for greatness ever since he had been born.

This, of course, had led to many fights, for there had been others that had also made this grand claim, others that insisted that the words the creator had reserved for him alone had also been told to them, and that it was not him that was the best but them. Such arrogance and such outright deceit would then have to be punished.

Whatever the case, it would turn out that results would win out over trash talk, for the previous day he had found himself waking up not in the laboratory, but in a strange new land, full of green and fresh air and more water than he had ever seen in one place at one time and -

Ahhhh, this was where he belonged.

He'd spent the evening and well into the morning frolicking, chasing down koalas (though for some reason they always seemed to disappear right before he would sink his teeth into them), and basically having a good time, but as the sun rose further in the sky, his stomach yearned for a real meal.

And, as luck would have it, lunch had just arrived.

He'd heard stories of the ones like the creator, but younger and tastier. His older sister had had a crack at one of them a long time ago, and even though she had returned home with wounds unlike any he had ever seen before, she had marveled for days as to just how good they tasted.

His sister had barely been able to take on one. He was the best, so three should be no problem.

He makes no attempt to hide himself before he approaches - a bold move, but one that should only prove his superiority - and only one of them, the sole female of the group, stepped up to meet his challenge. She had a claw of her own, far larger and longer than any of his, but even as it raked across his back he could tell that she was not as accustomed to using it as he was with his.

Which made sense, of course. After all, he was the best.

A snarl escapes his throat, and he lunges.

Of course it had to be during his shift that his charge decided to get into trouble. Of fucking course.

There had been a mandate sent out to several muttations that had resided by the falling water that evening, a mandate that had stated that a new muttation - a hellcat, to be exact - was to be given a trial phase, and that no one else, be it pathfinder bug or dart jaguar, was to interfere. That had been all well and good - he could stand to alter his hunting grounds for a few hours - until the message that flying muttations would therefore be tasked in ensuring that the young hellcat was kept out of trouble was sent out as well.

He wasn't sure how he knew that this was important - he was, after all, a ghull - but the fact remained that now he suddenly did. And it annoyed him immensely.

A delivery word had taken the first shift, but its honking had quickly turned it into something to pounce at instead of a watchful overseer. A swarm of nakom had followed, but it had been increasingly difficult for it to stay hidden as time went on.

Then, of fucking course, he had been the unlucky ghull to be in the wrong place at the wrong time as he had been summoned to keep watch over the errant youth.

This was completely against his nature, he had complained. He was used to eating the trash for crying out loud, not keeping it alive.

But, there was no arguing with the creator once her mind had been set. And so, that had been how he had found himself circling the skies for hours on end, making sure that the hellcat was never out of his sight.

Then, of course (of fucking course) he had decided that a trio of humans would be a good target to engage. And, being the duty-bound ghull that he was, he had felt it necessary to intervene.

So, he had dived down towards the two male humans, neatly darting around one and keeping it hopelessly distracted as it swung and connected with nothing but air.

Then the second one swung and caught him full force across his stomach and chest.

Pain flashed through his system, and a squawk of alarm was quickly followed by an ascent into the air.

No human would hurt him and get away with it.

He plunged, beak aiming for flesh.

Where he had expected warm flesh and blood, his claws met only...

Air?

He landed smoothly as the girl dodged to one side, disbelief flooding through him. Not even back in the laboratory had he missed a target he had intended to pounce upon, and yet here this girl was dodging him left and right?

Flame colored eyes narrowed, and as he turned back towards the target he saw a flash of orange, bright like his own fur spouting from the top of her head. Is she part hellcat herself?

It would certainly make sense, for the next strike with her oversized claw landed true, snaking in and scoring a direct hit on his hind leg even as he reared up on all fours to dodge it.

Skill, spunk, and a painful touch to boot.

This would be a worthy kill, once he'd stolen the life from her body of flesh.

Her attack had brought her close, so he struck forward with his jaws.

Of course he was going to die while babysitting the most incompetent hellcat ever. Of fucking course.

Even as the other leaped clumsily at the female human and missed spectacularly, he was flying circles around the two males as they tried to swat him out of the sky. His strike had been a good one, beak digging into one of the boy's arms (and deep down, he knew that should he flee right now, should he survive long enough, his poison would eventually kill the creature on its own, making easy pickings and a good meal for days.

But, of course, he wasn't going to live that long. Of. Fucking. Course.

Still, he wasn't a ghull to abandon the duty that anyone set him upon, least of all the creator. And even with something broken, he still managed to dodge one boy's attack entirely and avoid the brunt of the second one.

Still, he was dying. Even his small ghull mind could tell that much.

But one boy had already felt his poison, and with any luck, his sacrifice would motivate the incompetent feline to avenge his death, even as his own blows slowed down the males enough for him to finish off the female.

Wishful thinking, huh.

Well, if he was going to die, he would make his last breaths count.

With one boy already poisoned, the choice was quite clear.

Teeth sink into flesh, blood fills his mouth, and somewhere within his mind the word success registers.

But his victory is short lived, for the tiny part of his brain that had been devoted to wondering why the other two members of the three person group hadn't joined in to take him on was satisfied, as a loud squawking followed by a rather audible thud filled the air. He diverted his gaze from the hellcat girl just in time to see one of the boys smack something - a ghull? - out of the sky.

A brief shock of surprise was quickly replaced with a flash of annoyance - how dare that scavenging bird try to steal his kills! - but the slice of the girl's claw attracts his attention yet again.

A low snarl rumbles deep within his throat.

Dealing with the ghulls can wait.

Right now, he has humans to kill.