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The Hunter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Thu May 24, 2007 12:12 am

He was there. It was as simple as that; one moment, a small patch of cleared forest outside Wing City was devoid of anything but plant life, the next, it was occupied. The man was on the shorter side, standing only about five and a half feet. His head was shaved bald, one jet-black stripe tattooed across his scalp. He wore robes of the deepest cerulean, and his eyes were startlingly alive, so bright that they seemed to radiate the crystal-blue of his irises. He knelt noiselessly, digging his fingers -- fingers that somehow seemed weathered and delicate all at once -- into the rich soil beneath him.

He sat for a moment, sifting the dirt through his fingers, his face plainly reflecting thought. He sat in that postition, motionless but for the sifting of soil betwixt his dexterous fingers, for almost a full minute before he rose, his robes falling upon the leaves with a soft rustle. He gazed up at the stars in a southward direction, exhaling softly. His eyes sparkled and he spoke, his words, filled with a mixture of curiosity and wonder, fell to the woods.


"So... you've moved."

He was not there.
STAVE: Commala-come-ki,
There's a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.

RESPONSE: Commala-come-ki!
Let the bullets fly!
Don't 'ee mourn for me, my lads
When it comes my day to die.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Daniya on Mon Dec 24, 2007 8:56 pm

She sat there by the lake, working with the plants and the water.
Trying to mix up something to heal her wounds, for she had been hurt the night before and was exhausted. " Ow!...I'm never doing that again."
Cursing under her breath she pulled a strip of cloth from her deep violet robes.
Carefully, she stood, her dark purple hair falling into her golden eyes.
She stood no taller than 5'3", and was quite slim, but in shape.
Her face contorted in pain as she muttered another curse.
"I swear, that is the last time I ever work for Him." She said to herself as she hobbled along, back towards her place.
About halfway there her plants told her that someone was following her.
As she cursed and hobbled at a faster pace, she worked with the plants and got them to try and distract the person trailing behind.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ShadowWake on Fri Apr 11, 2008 7:33 am

Nesta gasped, her breath hitching in her tightening chest and slim, agile legs burning like fire. A trailing vine whipped past her face, scoring a red welt across her pink cheeks but she ignored it, concentrating only on avoiding falling - quite a feat in the tangled undergrowth of the woods. Clear blue eyes shimmered, Nesta's exhaustion bringing her close to tears as she skidded around another tree, hands grasping the trunk to stop her from falling, the rough bark causing them to bleed. Why her? she thought desperately. She didn't even know what she had done.

"Lennai, protect me," she whispered, panting, and suddenly the smell of water pervaded her senses and in a few steps a lake was visible. But someone had already been there recently: the grass against the far bank was flattened, the plants around it obviously pushed gently aside. A sob catching in her throat, Nesta realised she could not stop.

Scrambling through the trees once more, the plants became harder to push though - almost as if they had a will of their own. In her concentration, she didn't see the person in front of her and carreered straight into her back, her ankle catching on a vine and head striking the tree as she fell. Blood blossomed under her dark hair and Nesta lay still, dizzy and frightened.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zhelir Darkfall on Fri Apr 11, 2008 10:12 am

In the cool, sheltering darkness, his body would have been all but invisible even without the measures he took. He set stock-still, his back against a large, oaken tree. The world around him seemed to pulse with life and information -- though to him, these two traits were close enough to one in the same -- and he was immersed in it.

He was no longer possessed of his blue robes, these he had shed soon after he had discovered his prey had left the region. He would not abandon his original target, but he would forestall his encounter in the interest of seeing what other game this region might hold. As such, he was now clad entirely in black, from the carapace-like body armor he wore to the long-sleeved shirt, pants, leather gloves, and boots he wore.

If anyone were near enough to make out any aspect of his person, it would likely be his eyes. The violent blue of them shone out from under his half-closed lids, almost as though they were casting their own light. His appearance held the look of one who was dazed, or perhaps half-asleep, but in truth he was more awake and attuned to the world around him in this state by far than any other. Every taste of the air, every minute crackle of a twig, every shift in the forest's shadow-line, they all felt sharper on his senses now. Any one piece of the intricate puzzle that invaded his senses might be trivial, but on the whole they painted a sort of map in his mind, a three-dimensional map full of life. It was due to this acute form of meditation that he was not overly surprised to hear the dull "thud" of someone colliding with another, for he had long since been aware of both of their presences, as well as that which chased the one that that had done the colliding.

On a normal day, he likely would have caused some disturbance to put a fear in these two and tracked them, but now he was far more interested in that which was chasing the girl. It was for this reason that he rose from his position, that map still so fresh and clear in his mind, and proceeded toward them, making no effort to hide the sound of his approach. His hands rippled down his figure once, rechecking the position of his weaponry, as every good hunter ought to do. Both of his guns were in place as well as the rifle and sword cross-pattern on his back, and he could feel the presence of the dagger he had up each sleeve at all times. Secure in the knowledge that he was prepared, he spoke when he neared the two, his voice a low, gruff.


""You seem to be in a fair bit of trouble."

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Re: The Hunter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ShadowWake on Fri Apr 11, 2008 1:16 pm

Nesta lay dazed and confused in a small heap at the base of the tree. Her head throbbed horribly, every pulse sending a red haze into her vision. She tried to turn her head as a shadow passed her half closed eyes and gave a short cry, pain shooting through her skull. Vaguely hearing the word 'trouble', Nesta tried to stay focussed though she couldn't even tell whether it had been the person hunting her or not.

"Please..." she murmured quietly, trying desperately to stay conscious, "Help me." Nesta's vision faded briefly and then returned, showing the dark figure. She had no idea where the other person was.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ShadowWake on Fri Apr 11, 2008 6:10 pm

((OOC: I can't quite think of why someone would be chasing Nesta at the moment. If I play her as if she doesn't have a clue what's happening will you be able to fill in the gaps as the story goes on? It's your world and you have a better idea of what's in it/ what's happening in it than I do! ^_^ ))

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Re: The Hunter

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby ShadowWake on Fri May 09, 2008 8:50 am

((Wow... nearly a month and no post... O_O ))

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