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The Hunters and the Hunted

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Saeriel Cuvanthar [10] "May you forever walk on a sacred path and never stray away from it."
Victor Gogean [9] "Eu sunt unul din Vanat - I am one of the Hunted."
Lalana Aziz [6] "Yup, Imma ghost."
Alistair de Soirs [3] "There's emptiness in my chest where my heart used to beat."
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Akane leaned against a pine tree, half closing his eyes. The fresh smell of the pine trees were almost overpowering to him. “The weather sure is erotic today” he remarked. Just a few moments ago, there was a thunderstorm, even though he didn’t sense any would be coming anytime soon. He looked around at the white expanse of snow. Still, this place hasn’t quite being found by humans yet, and he hoped it will stay like that. Who knows what things they would do if they got here. The mountains were his home, if only temporarily, as he could hardly go into civilization now. “All because of those ears.” He took a deep breath. It was better this way, he was calmer after all, and he won’t lose control that easily. As much as he missed his brother, he did not want him to get hurt in a freak accident because of him. He knew that he would never forgive himself for that. “Time to get breakfast…” He stretched and headed off into the pine forest.

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All was silent within the forest. The snow was untouched by man or creature. A silent wind drifted through the needles of the Pine trees. One would think this place was seperated from the rest of the world, with no sound or movement anywhere.


Then, without warning, a black shape began to materialize. It grew into a dark portal while loud wailing issued from within. It was darker than the night sky and seemed to be a hole in reality itself. Then after a few moments, a figure stepped out.


It wore large metal armor and a sword at its side. Its face was like that of a human skull, with horns protruding out of the top. The figure slowly looked around as the dark void behind it vanished. The snow around its feet evaporated on contact with it. The metal armor seemed to be extremely hot and made the air shiver around it. After looking around for a few more moments, the figure began walking into the trees.


"I will find it, my lord."

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Deep in the Wilderness…

Saeriel perched on the tree limb of an old oak that bordered the Hidre'thael territory. Her tribe was relatively small with only two councilmen and one councilwoman, a decent amount of adults, very few young teens like herself, and no children. They hadn't found the time for having children when there was much else to do like making sure the other tribes didn't encroach on their territory or rebuilding the huts in the trees. They hadn't done the huts like that in so long that the rush job they had done many years earlier was falling apart now. Many of the older guardsmen were back at camp patching up the roofs and making sure the floorboards were fine. So, that left the younger elves to do the patrols. Valanthar, her blonde best friend had taken the path up to the river on the north side whereas Saeriel had decided to go towards the mountains where just beyond the lake a few miles south was where the old camp had been.

She let her legs dangle as she raised the apple to her mouth and took another bite. The elf-girl had done enough patrolling or so she thought and had settled in for a nice break to watch her surroundings. It was the perfect spot too since the oak tree was the furthest point on the southern territory lines. The snow glittered in the light as she stared out across the forest, continually taking modest bites out her apple. The tall pines tree spread out before her beautifully in the snowy weather since they had retained their pine needles. Her amber gaze followed the path to the lake as she planned out her next action but her eyes caught on dark clouds far off in the distance. Saeriel estimated that it was more than ten miles off and probably an isolated storm but it was odd that the clouds had gathered so fast. She watched them for a moment before shrugging the phenomena off.

Eventually when she finished her apple and licked her sweet juice covered lips ridding herself of the stickiness, she jumped down into the snow and walked further into the forest heading towards the lake. There was still plenty of time before the feasting would begin and she had yet to hunt anything for her share of the meal. She knew that Valanthar would rejoice at the sight of a freshly caught deer but the herds had migrated further away for the winter and her people were not nomadic. They had eaten hare and other small creatures for a while now. Even Saeriel was becoming weary of the smell of cooking hare.

She walked slowly, taking her time, and carefully picking her away through the sturdiest snow to avoid slush. When the lake came into view she scanned the edges as she pulled her bow from around her shoulders. Her quiver rested comfortably against her back and she retrieved one arrow from it, nocking it gently but didn't draw. She turned her senses outwards and could feel hare and other birds like the crow watching her from the tree branch not far away. Other unknown beings stirred nearby but were distant enough to ease her flare of nervousness. She wasn't in her tribe's territory and was in the hunting lands. She could be easy prey for a bear or other wild beast if it was big enough to face her. She scrunched her face and sighed, her breath fogging immediately in the wintry air. She moved towards the tree line and moved along the edge, staying close to the lake which was frozen on the surface while keeping cover in the shrubbery and trees. Her senses stayed alert to feel for every scurry and movement. Saeriel's hunters instincts made her movement nearly silent and her path clearly defined as she moved on.

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As Victor continued walking, he could sense another presence. He walked slowly and quietly, toward the lake. When he got a bit closer, he could see another figure. It had long hair that looked like fire, and it was moving effortlessly and silently at the edge of the forest. Victor walked toward it, curiosity getting the better of him and setting in, as if it lived in him. He carried himself tall, in case this fire-haired figure was a predator, or worse, a Hunter. Victor shook the thought from his head, giving the figure the benefit of the doubt. As he looked more closely, he could see a bow in the figure's hands, an arrow nocked but not drawn. He decided to move around to the front of the figure, as to not startle it. Victor didn't fancy being shot with an arrow this early in the morning, or ever for that matter.

"Hello," he said, his voice like velvet, flowing out from deep in his throat. "Hunting? This early?" His voice continued in its deep, lush manner, a tone that most, if not all, swooned over at the first earful. A soft and gentle smile played across his lips, his entire demeanor intriguing and inviting. His Succubus tendencies began to set in as he found the creature before him beautiful. He could tell that she was not a Hunter, but he did not know exactly what she was. Her fiery hair and honey-coloured eyes were compelling to Victor. "I promise you that I am not here to hurt you. I've never seen a creature with such beauty and strength before," he said, articulating his words with a fine air of eloquence. It took all of Victor's will to not reach out and touch the girl's hair and seemingly gentle face. The smile he had conveyed to the girl didn't cease, as he was unable to keep himself from admiring her, his senses attempting to take all of her in.

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Victor sighed. "I'm sorry. It's something I can't help doing to people...." He paused, taking in another deep breath before continuing on the exhale. "I am a Succubus...." The fact that he was telling someone what he was made him cringe with guilt. "I don't mean to make you feel the way you do. I'm trying to be genuine, and I truly do think you are beautiful and strong. However, my inner 'beast,' if you will, can't help but make me seem as though I only want one thing. It's more of a curse than a gift, really...." He walked over to a nearby tree and leaned against it.

Just then, he heard a small voice. "Hello? Can you hear me?" It was a woman's voice; Victor turned his head to meet with whatever had questioned him and the other girl. What he saw he almost couldn't believe. The girl was practically transparent. "Yes, my dear. I can hear you. What is your name?" he questioned cautiously. "Are you lost? Looking for someone? Can I be of any help?" His voice was still velvet and smooth as usual, whether he wanted it to be that way or not. "I am Victor." As he spoke to the girl, he assumed that she couldn't be a Hunter. She has to be a Supernatural of some sort....but what? he pondered inwardly, looking over the girl.

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Saeriel pursed her lips feeling oddly guilty about the whole situation. She shouldn't have torn at the girl's raw spots and asked about such touchy subject but if she were to help the spirit she would need to know the what, why, and who of the situation. The hunter lifted her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose but stopped midway and feigned twirling her hair. She didn't want to give off the impression that the entire ordeal was giving her a serious headache.

"Yes. I am an elf. I don't know what else I would be…" She murmured before giving her ears a gentle tug to show that they were attached. She had noticed the that the girl was probably of human descent. It was Saeriel's first time encountering one but even so, she was a ghost and that made it somewhat unreal. Perhaps humans looked different in death compared to what they looked like when they were alive and walking? Saeriel pushed the thought away before her imagination could whip up some strange imagery and pulled her attention back to the girl. "Ah, indeed." Saeriel remarked uncomfortably having caught on when she was talking about how she was feeling. Saeriel wasn't the type of elf to feel sorry of others even on a good day and left her just feeling awkward and unsure. On the other hand Victor looked like he was suffering a serious case of depression.

Saeriel eyed him hoping he wouldn't have a breakdown. "What do you think we should do?" He softly asked. She bit the inside of her cheek as another pang of stress worried her mind. Wasn't she supposed to be hunting and not looking after a 'vile creature and spirit' as the elder mother would say it. The elders would have her head if she did what she was thinking of but she knew at least one of them would give mercy. Although the elders held a grudge, they upheld their image even more. She watched Victor turn around and sit down after apologizing. She nodded and gave him some space by staying quiet to think about how she would approach her new quest.

After a while had passed she spoke up, "I have an idea." She paused, collecting her thoughts and clearing her throat nervously. She wasn't uneasy because she was bringing strangers to her village. She happened to be uneasy because she didn't know if the other tribesmen would allow it but her code wasn't to leave a helpless girl by herself, even if that meant bringing a questionable figure with them.

"If we go to my village…Jaenenne, I mean the priestess can at least talk to you and impart whatever knowledge she has. Goodness knows she might actually have met a few spirits before. However, I can promise nothing." She hesitated again but she knew she had to at least warn them. "Wait. I need to warn you guys. I would be really messed up of me not to." She glanced at Victor guiltily. "My people live a long time so we hold on to certain feelings for many years longer than I guess a mortal creature would. So, let's just say that some mean demon beasts attacked our village and the elders have kind of prohibited other species from entering Hidre'thael." She sighed heavily before continuing, anguished to find a way to explain this nicely. "Victor, you know…Your not exactly what the Hidre'thael people would call an ally and they might be a bit hateful to you. I apologize ahead of time for that. Most of us younger generation are more forgiving and not so set in the old ways. Hell, you see I just barely managed to remember to bow to you. Also," She looked to Lalana. "I don't know how they will act towards you. It will probably be mixed since most will place you in the same category as Victor and consider you an omen so be prepared but I'm sure the elders won't be too mean to you since they are respectful to spirits." Saeriel fingered her bow string which lay strapped across her chest. She was hoping that her people wouldn't get too upset but honor meant something to her and always did.

"Anyway, it's your choice whether to come or not. Just follow me and stay very close. Seriously. The gatekeeper won't let you through without a little persuading as it is. Come." Saeriel gestured for them to follow and turned to head north. Her feet crunched through the snow and she looked down at it remembering something she should explain. "While we are walking I'll explain various things to you. Feel free to ask questions too since I don't have time for a tour of the place. I'm just going to take you to the healer and from there you are on your own. I will promise you the leisure to explore once you are inside and with the healer." She emphasized sharply. "It's simply so I may speak with the," She paused to find the right word that would be understandable. "Elders. Yes, so they know you are here. The eldest has the power of telepathy so she will notify everyone in the village. She's an old bat so don't mind her. Anyway the part of the forest is very resistant to the seasons as it is heavily concentrated with magic. Some things may look weird and trees may be twisted and larger but that's just because the strongest in the village pour their magic into the land and that's how we claim it. The magic bolsters the trees and life in the area. However, that is also why we do not hunt there because we are bonded to that land. If we hunt there, then we are destroying a part of ourselves. So please don't hurt anything if you can. Also, the guardian of the forest would not be pleased…not that I've met the guardian. The second elder Farogar claims to have seen it but I don't believe him." Saeriel chuckled as she finished her rant. They were getting close now as she had kept the pace set at a fast stride. The trees began to narrow, and the grass began to thin out beginning to look more and more like a path. When she felt like she was close enough she reached out and touched the barrier with her magic. Erelto immediately responded and his voice appeared in her mind, like a whisper on the wind. "Sae!" His nickname for her charmed her and she smiled. "Hello child. Yes, it's me. You always know my magic." She knew he could hear her. His barrier surrounded them and kept them from fully continuing down the path. If she had kept going she would have been walking in a circle for a long time. "Who are those people? They are not elves..Drilessa will have my head if she hears I let them in!" The boy cried in a panic. Saeriel hushed him and glanced to her companions. "Erelto, I will take full responsibility. Tell Drilessa that I am coming. You have similar powers to her. Will that suffice?" She could feel the barrier tighten it's vice-like hold before the pressure was gone entirely. "Fine. But you forced me!" He howled in her mind's eye playfully and she huffed before looking back over her shoulder.

"The gatekeeper will let us through. Come with me."

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"Victor, you know…You're not exactly what the Hidre'thael people would call an ally and they might be a bit hateful to you," Saeriel said, and Victor shrunk back into himself. More people to hate me; how lovely! he thought to himself. "If only my charm were enough....even if it is sometimes forced upon others to like me." A wave of guilt ran over him. Why am I what I am? He sighed deeply, hanging his head as he followed Saeriel. When Saeriel stopped, she put her hand in the air, though it looked like it was pressed against something. "Hello child. Yes, it's me. You always know my magic." Victor looked around confused. Who is she talking to? She continued, "Erelto, I will take full responsibility. Tell Drilessa that I am coming. You have similar powers to her. Will that suffice?" Once again, Victor was lost. Erelto? Who is she talking to?! Victor pursed his lips, angry at his confusion.

"The gatekeeper will let us through. Come with me." Saeriel said. Victor looked at her, still lost in his confusion. "Is that who you were speaking with?" Victor furrowed his eyebrows as he threw the question at Saeriel. "M-Maybe it's better if I stay out here...." Victor looked at the ground, kicking a bit of snow away with his toes. "I don't want to cause trouble for you or your village...." Though Victor's voice was velvet and smooth, the melancholy in his tone was prominent, showing his abasement. He crouched down, pinching some snow between his fingertips like a child, almost pouting at the fact that he couldn't seem to make friends no matter where he went. He let out a sigh before pursing his lips, feeling defeated.

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Adonael looked at the girl as she spoke. "Let the Oak assess you for who you truly are." Adonael turned his gaze to the Oak Tree. He walked to it, putting his hand upon it gently then leaning his forehead upon its bark. He took in a deep breath through his nostrils, letting it out through the part in his lips. He closed his eyes, feeling the life inside of the Oak Tree flowing. "I can feel your life, Oak Tree...." he said softly, resting his forearm upon the tree. "You are wise and strong. I can feel it." He stepped back from the tree, looking up at it, staring at its leaves.

Adonael looked to the fae girl for translations. He could feel the life of the Oak Tree; however he could not speak its language or hear its voice. "Did the tree sense the Evil on the demon?" Adonael asked softly, turning back to the tree, resting his hand on it gently once again, his fingertips almost petting the tree's rough bark. A wave of guilt rushed over him out of nowhere. "Forgive me, Oak Tree....for giving in to the temptation the Devil himself put upon me so many years ago...." Adonael leaned his forehead against the tree once more, a few tears falling down his cheeks, tumbling silently to the soft earth beneath him.

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Shaylee tilted her head slightly to right as she listened to Adonael. "I don't know if I would call myself wise, independent, spiritual, or intelligent. It's only a colour, so I guess that means it doesn't always have to fit the person it belongs to...." She smiled slightly, listening to the trees purr in delight as Adonael brushed his fingers over their bark. The trees always appreciated it when a person was kind enough to give them a little TLC, other than Shaylee that is.

"You are your worst judge, Adonael." She said as she fluttered her wings and flew up to the tallest branch of the tallest tree in the forest. Looking down, she smiled at Adonael "Join me. It is a sight to remember." She stared out over the treetops and it was as if she could see the whole world. The snowy mountains, the elven village, a werewolf stalking its prey, a demon on an unknown quest. She was powerful up there, in her domain.

"Tell me, Adonael, what do you wish for? I wish for peace among the breeds. I wish for love. I wish for nature to be spared in humans' endless pillage throughout Earth. Do you agree?" She closed her eyes and breathed in the scent of lilacs blooming in the never ending springtime residing in her forest. She was happy here, and even happier that she had someone to share it with right at this moment. She didn't know what would become of her or her forest, for Amach Anseo did not work on her, but she did know that all she had was what was happening right then, and she was ready for it.

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Adonael watched Shaylee as she spoke to him; her voice seemed full of happiness to him, as if he were the one setting off the dominoes that would bring the world to peace. She had a feather from his wing in her hand, and when she was through speaking, she returned it to his wing, reattaching it permanently he presumed. "Thank you...." he said softly. He realized how exhausted he was. When he'd seen the demon, new energy had filled him, but before that he'd been flying through the night, for hours upon hours. His eyes grew weary as his body relaxed, the comfort of Shaylee's words calming his mind as well as his body.

Without realizing it, his eyes closed and his body fell limp from exhaustion. He fell from the tree, hitting the ground somewhat hard, though he did not wake up.

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Adonael frowned slightly at the fact that her faeries didn't particularly like strangers, though he could understand that. His small frown turned to a smile as she explained their secret love for occasional danger. He admired Shaylee already, seeing the strength that she had. Adonael tipped his head back to give himself a better view of the sunset. "It's like a painting," he said, appreciating the sunset's beauty. He looked at Shaylee, admiring the beauty she also emitted.


Adonael cocked his head slightly but suddenly realized he was staring at Shaylee. He snapped his attention back toward the sunset, trying to avoid a possibly awkward situation. Shaylee was beautiful, kind, pure, while Adonael had been cast out due to his weak, desperate, even clingy-like nature. He turned his gaze away from Shaylee and away from the sunset, tilting his head down to stare at the ground beneath him.

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Marissa was in her grandmothers old cottage in the woods practicing her spells and potions. She was getting frustrated that her potions weren't going right and decided to take a break. She left the cottage and took a walk in the woods near by. Eventually she reached her favorite spot, a small cliff near a pond and sat on the cliff. She sat there just listening to the water flowing and relaxing.


She couldn't figure out why she couldn't get potions right, if her grandmother were here she'd be able to help but her grandmother stayed in France for whatever reason. Marissa missed her dearly and thought about her almost everyday. She leaned back and looked at the sky thinking of her grandmother's teachings.

(Sorry its short)

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Lalana listened closesly to the Elven woman's words. Lalana held alot more respect for her now that she knew she wasn't a LARPer, she might actually be a badass, by all the weapons she had strapped to her.

She watched Lord of the Rings, had the hugest crush on Orlando Bloom and always wanted to try using a bow and arrow. What for, she never knew.

Victor still looked really upset, for her sake. It was kinda sweet. She wanted to cheer him up by saying something funny like, 'Look on the brightside, Atleast now, I'll never grow old, I'll be hot forever'

She mentally facepalmed, that would have been stupid for so many reasons, mainly because that was just asking for the succubus to flirt.


She followed the two in silence, just watching as even though she took a step, her feet didn't make an imprint in the snow as the other's hand.

God this sucked...What was she going to do for an eternity?

She snickered, she was a huge fan of a band called Ghost Town, she used to wear a homemade band shirt that read 'Forever A Ghost.'

Oh the irony.

Soon they made it to the village and Lalana stood in awe.

Was this real? Not a set on a big budget fantasy film.

She stayed close though, not that it mattered, the gatekeeper probably couldn't see her. Victor could see her automatically, Saeriel, couldn't and Lalana had to will her to see her.

"So um, Saeriel, Do you think they can...um...make me atleast tangible? It's a bizzare feeling to see yourself, but not the effects you have on the world...not even a foot print in the snow." Her voice trailed off at that point.

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”There are many supernatural’s that live here,” the faery said to Alistair, ”most I don’t even know about.” In a much more calmer state, Alistair was able to fully digest the fact that the being that walked right next to him was a faery. She was an interesting supernatural, seeming to have rule over the entire area of her forest. She was able to fly, transform into other forms, and have communications with the other living things in her forest: plants and animals included. Alistair was interested in what other supernaturals would inhabit the area, but also had another objective on his mind.

”Well,” the vampire said to Shaylee, ”If there isn’t something else of immediate urgency, I’d propose we do a little exploring. It’s the first time I’ve been in these woods and if I could find some pathway or cavern, or something, to travel in during the daytime that would be great. If you have other duties to attend to though, don’t feel like you have to come with. I’m sure I’ll make my way around just fine. It is a very nice and secluded forest you have here. You seem to keep it fairly safe.”

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"Well,” the vampire said to Shaylee, "If there isn’t something else of immediate urgency, I’d propose we do a little exploring. It’s the first time I’ve been in these woods and if I could find some pathway or cavern, or something, to travel in during the daytime that would be great. If you have other duties to attend to though, don’t feel like you have to come with. I’m sure I’ll make my way around just fine. It is a very nice and secluded forest you have here. You seem to keep it fairly safe.”

"Yes, I try," Shaylee says with a smile. "I would love to help you make your way. If you wait a moment, I will leave a message for Adonael with the trees, so he is not lost when he returns." She lays her hand on a nearby tree, closing her eyes and picking up on the copper life cord the tree had inside.

Adonael, she said to the tree, I am just on a walk with Alistair nearby. The trees will tell you where we are when you return. Alistair says that he is sorry if he disturbed you, and I hope you find us soon.

She thanks the tree and the tree says it will keep the message safe. Shaylee smiles and turns back to Alistair. "Alright, where would you like to start?"

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Chris groaned as the light hit his eyes JUST wrong, wishing he'd been given something other than the pile of scrap screwed together with happy thoughts they called a motorcycle to drive so he could shield his eyes.

"Be feared as a scourge of the undead, and the people who's asses I saved give me one almost-dead bike in thanks. Why do I get the feeling I'm underappreciated?" he mumbled to himself as the sun rose up on another day. The laughter like paper being pulled across itself echoed in his head, then words came from Chris' mouth, the voice the same, but unlike before, lacking true emotion, as if it were reading lines off a script.

Do not forget how much you have due to your bloodline. Some would even call it making a killing. Chris spoke again, his eyes rolling to the side, as if he were talking to someone next to him.

"Was the bad pun really necessary, Tannenbaum?" Chris responded, gunning the motor a bit to drown out his living hell's response. This ended up being a bad idea, as the coffee shop he'd promised to meet the local hunters at zipped right past. Making a small sound best defined as a Perry the Platypus gurgle, he grabbed the handbrake, pulled a 180, and felt the back of the bike dip down and thunk onto the asphalt as the back wheel came flying off.

...Was kind of hoping that would look cooler. Tannenbaum continued as Chris slowly and repeatedly bonked his head onto the handlebars. And look sharp, your fellow hunters just saw that. Chris' head snapped up at those words, and he got off the bike, which proceeded to fall apart the second he got off, and smiled at the group.

"And you guys wonder why I'm not allowed in the car. Of the group, he was pretty sure he was the only fullblooded human, considering Lalan and Aidan both suffered symptoms of the Freakening whenever he was around, and Vice was too hot to be a pure human. However, since they were still helping clear the world of the stuff that goes bump in the night, Chris had forbidden Tannenbaum from going on the hunt against them, since hunters as good as they were kind of hard to come by. Good thing they didn't know that, though.

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Saeriel watched Jaenenne speak to Lalana about her issues. Saeriel was sure the elf healer would have a solution to her problem. She sighed quietly before standing and lightly touching Jaenenne's shoulder, interrupting her. "Jaenenne. As much as I would love to stay and help, I really must get going. I can feel the anger glares already and I would like to keep my arms and legs right now." Her expression was resigned.

Jaenenne stared at her before responding, "Well come by later. I do have some ideas as to how use your power to help Lalana stay solid while traveling when she's near you." The healer mused. Saeriel raised one brow curiously before striding past the healer woman. At the doorway, she paused and looked back to Victor. "I would suggest you come with me since Jaenenne might take a fortnight just studying Lalana. It's your choice though. If you come with me we will be back later." Saeriel added a chuckle when Jaenenne scowled at her.

She left the medical hut with Jaenenne talking to the ghost girl as if she were an experiment come alive. Although Saeriel supposed technically the apparition was for a young elf new to the spiritual nature of the forest. Saeriel pushed the thoughts away and walked to the council chamber near the top of the tree. She had other problems to deal with, for example, the fact that the elders might just decide she was more trouble than it was worth. This provoked enough soft sigh to escape her lips and she resisted the urge to rub her temples for the tenth time that day. The lamps cast firelight into the hallways casting a warm glow. Her shadow on the wall was tall and distorted as the elf continued upwards into the grand tree.

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Victor looked up at Saeriel as she spoke to him, encouraging him to come with her as it might be a while. He nodded softly and stood, following her out of the hut. "Where are we going?" Victor asked somewhat shyly, concerned about everything that was going on. "Don't your people hate....things like me....?" He lowered his head in shame, pulling himself inward and making himself small. "I don't want to be a burden...." he muttered, twiddling his thumbs slightly.

He followed Saeriel, still unaware of where exactly they were going. "I-I really don't want to be a burden...." He paused. "You said you could already feel the angry glares...." He lowered his head even more. He stopped walking and stared at the ground, crouching and running his fingers in the dirt. "You have a beautiful home, and I don't want to be the one to disturb the peace you all seem to have here...."

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Saeriel raised one brow as she gazed upon Victor with inquiry. "I believed you since the moment you showed me you were sincere, which, I think was when you apologized for seducing me." She laughed a lightly punched his arm, smiling broadly. She followed his gaze to the bonfire in front of them and her smile shifted into a proud grin. She was silent, simply admiring the fierce flames sprouting from the stone fire pit and she looked up to watched the leaves above them tremble as a slight wind brushed over the treetop. Several elves sat on the benches around the clearing, all laughing and talking. Not many paid attention to the demon standing among them and Saeriel was pleased that now that word had gotten around of their arrival, things were calming down. Saeriel tapped Victor on his shoulder and gestured around them. "Feel free to hang out with me or go play. I'm sure some of the ladies aren't so reserved about taking an adorable demon home." She winked, teasing him playfully. "I'm just going to take a seat. Right now, everyone is still coming in and the feast won't begging for another ten maybe twenty minutes. The cooks are busy, I suppose." She peered about searching for seating as she spoke. Finally her eyes alighted on an empty bench on the far side and she made her way around to it, plopping herself down with a hefty sigh.

Her gaze watched the flames and she felt a soft tender feeling rise in her. Fortunately she kept her thoughts tuned to a low murmur instead of making her remember things of the past. That's what usually happened when people felt such tender emotions. A sigh from her lips and she thought, This day has been way to long. I'm freaking exhausted! Saeriel briefly cast her gaze around to see if Valanthar but seeing that he wasn't around, she figured that he was taking his sweet time doing something around the village. She furrowed her brow but was silent as she wondered what damsel in distress he was playing with now.

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Chris grumbled slightly as Aidan called all the vampires, muttering back and forth between Chris and Tannenbaum after Vice left.
Come on, the Van Helsing not getting vampires? That's like telling Twisted Sister that they can't rock!
"Since when do you listen to hair rock?"
Hey, you have your hobbies, I have mine.
"I think the better question here is how you listen to Twisted Sister when I haven't heard them in years."
I get FM reception in here.
"In a metal-free skull?"
I didn't say it was GOOD reception. Chris shook his head quickly to get his mind back to the previous topic and spoke aloud.

"Hey, Band-Aid, since I want to dust some leeches as well, so how about a little bet? We each get half the vamps, and whoever kills them faster gets all the bloodsuckers next time. Sound good?" As he spoke, he took out his twin hatchets from their sheaths in the cramped backseat and ran a quick inspection on them. The pair was made of a silver/iron/tungsten alloy which had been cooled in holy water, and then blessed by ten priests of differing religions. They were each tipped with a sharpened metal blade akin to a halberd, which themselves were tipped with slivers of wood taken from a shin-boku tree. They weren't exactly cheap, having cost him most of the family fortune, but they would cause serious damage to any supernatural dumb enough to let themselves get attacked by him, especially vampires and werewolves. He'd had their names engraved into their handles, Passion and Spite, and, having found inspected his weapon porn and found it free of damage, resheathed them as he waited for his fellow Hunter's response...
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...And, having already let his attention leave the conversation while still looking interested, ended up thinking about Vice. She WAS an interesting woman. Seemed to eye up any motorcycle he was on as well, but considering his luck with the things, wasn't sure how safe taking her on a ride would be. He'd thought about asking her out once or twiDon't lie.a couple dozen times, but was always held back by the little thing known as dating in the workplace. Last time he'd tried that sort of thing, he ended up having to move to this division because of what was only known as "The Jell-O Catastrophe". He swore he'd been set up by a jealous ex, but he'd been new, so nobody was really willing to take his word. Honestly. And godDAMN, Aidan was taking forever to answer!

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Saeriel barely registered that Victor had asked her a question and he sat beside her, yet was distant at the same time. Her fingertips traced the grooves of the wooden bench absently and she silently tried to figure out what Victor had said. When the garbled words came together she huffed nonchalantly. "No. I'm not waiting for anyone. I was just seeing if my friend had arrived. Nothing important." Saeriel turned her gaze to Victor, curious about what expression he had. His downcast gaze surprised her and she leaned forward, trying to catch his eyes. "You do that a lot." She stated before assuming her previous upright position. "You have this sad look and always turn down your gaze." Saeriel explained to him when she felt that perhaps he wouldn't catch what she meant. She wondered if he felt out of place even though she had assured him that he was welcome. Although the crowd had gathered and most of the elves in the village save for a few guardsmen still on duty were standing around the bonfire, none of them paid heed to his presence. Saeriel thought that he would feel better at least now that he wasn't being glared at or blatantly ostracized.

A hand on her shoulder shook her from her thoughts. Eldren stood beside her looking as weary and grumpy as always. "Saeriel." He greeted gruffly, his deep voice raising her hackles. Saeriel didn't move to swat away his hand however out of respect. "Eldren. Where's Mirkwan? Usually your lackey never leaves your side." She sneered but her grin belied her playfulness. Eldren was unamused by her mischievousness. "He's around. I heard you already talked to the elders so I know you already got scolded but you know the rules." His sharp glance at Victor didn't go unnoticed by Saeriel and she stood, almost easily reaching his height, only a few inches smaller. "I know the rules. I also know how to break 'em. Nevertheless it isn't your job to scold me and you aren't metaphorically bending me over your knee today Eldren." Saeriel crossed her arms defensively and Eldren removed his hand from her shoulder, scowling at her. "Well. I know Sidhia will not do it. Somebody needs to." He shot back before shaking his head with disdain. "Just stay out of trouble. We guards don't want to put up with your problems." Saeriel shrugged in response to his dark look before he turned to walk towards a table in the far corner where the elders had arrived and taken their seats. Drilessa still seemed put off and the elder female saw Eldren walking towards them and then spotted Saeriel's rebellious position behind him before frowning and turning to speak to Farogar.

Saeriel growled and returned to sitting beside Victor, remarking on the elders. "Grumpy old people all over this village. It's ridiculous!" Her annoyance reflected in her voice. "I ought'a give them something to really be grouchy about. Like bringing a whole army of creatures." She paused thinking on it with a grin. "I would bring the other tribes, some leprechauns, fairies, and a few dwarves. It'll be a grand celebration" A laugh escaped her before she continued. "That would show them. Goodness! I need a drink. How about we drown our sorrows in some wine? They usually don't bring out the good stuff til dinner but I'll sneak it. Be right back." Saeriel stood but just as she did the crowds were moving to take their places to sit while the cooks entered with wooden trays filled with cooked and spiced deer, rabbit, and bird. The muscular cooks, male and female, behind the first few hefty elves carried in sautéed herbs and some fresh fruit. Saeriel grinned. "Oh. Well guess I won't have to sneak it. The cooks will bring the food around on the trays and you can pick off what you want. Another few, the apprentice's, will bring around the wooden plates. Meanwhile I'll be getting us something to drink. Eat away and try not to explode okay?" Saeriel danced away heading toward the cook in the back who was setting up a table with refreshments. Some of the other elves, mostly of guardsmen and hunter alike, were heading for it. Saeriel sped up and reached it first, finding exactly what she was looking for. It was a special brew made by Jaenenne from the herbs in the glen. It packed a punch and burned on the way down but oh it certainly lifted the spirits of many. Saeriel snatched it and hurried away from the table, hearing disappointed remarks behind her as a few noticed her steal.

Saeriel returned to Victor with two mugs in hand having snatched it from an unaware apprentice. "Alright. I got it." She plopped herself down beside him and set the bottle between them with the two mugs. "Let's get…" She paused searching for the common word. "Smashed?" She questioned hoping that was the word modern humans used. Most of the elves used old language and use the terms 'Properly settled' or 'Inebriated.' However, Saeriel had figured out some of the new slang words kids used these days. She poured them both a full cup and gave him a stubborn look that said, 'I won't take no for an answer' and offered him the cup. "Join me for a drink, and let us fill ourselves with this day's harvest. May we hope for better days, and for the Hidre'thael to prosper now and forever!" She raised her own cup with a broad smile. "And for Lalana and Victor to find that which they seek here in this village!" She added with a wink.

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"May we just be merry in general and not give a shit what the older elves think!" He chugged the rest of his wine, wiping his mouth off with his sleeve. Saeriel gave a cheer to that notion and took a swallow from the wine. The burn was pleasant since she was used to it and she heard a chorus of voices around the bonfire join Victor's and her own in mirth. The warm feeling in her chest wasn't just from the wine, it was certainly because she was having a good time. She watched the entire scene about her. The soldiers clinking their glasses after a long day's work. The elders bickering playfully in their stubborn old age. The younger elves smiling and flirting among their peers. Saeriel knew that she would do all she could to protect them. She would never allow her people to be hunted by beasts again. She would never allow them to come to harm again. Another thought occurred to her. Her 'people' included not only the elves but people like Victor who were kind and good-of-heart. Her gaze followed her thoughts and she met his eyes.

He smiled broadly and Saeriel returned it but when he leaned toward her, kissing her on her lips she gasped, shock coursing through her alcohol-riddled mind. Her slow groggy thoughts tried to collect themselves. Is this really happening? Wow. He's kind of a good kisser. Maybe it's because he's a incubus. I could get used to this… She leaned in and then froze realizing her mistake. NoNoNoNoNo. I am a warrior! Not a lover! My father would shame me from the horizon to the nether realms! NO! She started to pull away but he was first to pull back. He burst into laughter, falling off the bench in doing so. Saeriel ducked her head as a slightly hysterical giggle fell from her lips. She hoped her blush came from alcohol and not at all a meager kiss from Victor. She raised a hand to touch her lips and her laugh grew louder. Forget it. She grabbed her mug and downed it without a pause. The burn was strong and her eyes watered but this time she smirked as the memories faded and so did her uneasiness. She leaned over to bench and helped him back up as he laughed away.






Several drinks later and towards the end of the feast, Saeriel was completely done for. Although she was a heavy drinker, she often didn't try to drown herself in it. She remembered having felt annoyed but she couldn't remember why. All she felt was a jolly warmth filling her full stomach. Even the other elves, mostly the guards, were to inebriated to care about the silly things and some of them danced to the music filling the glen. The lute player was somewhat handsome and he played throughout the rest of the night until everyone stubbornly went home. However, that was where her memories ended.

Saeriel opened her eyes and groaned, hearing the songbirds chirping outside. The morning light was coming through her window and she lay on her bed. She gathered all this within minutes. She glanced over and noticed Victor laying on the far side of her large bed. A raised brow was all she managed as a headache slammed her brain and she raised her hands to her head hoping to hold it together because she was certain it was disintegrating. After the pain managed to fade to a slight murmur, she slowly raised herself and moved off the bed. She walked barefoot on the sculpted stone flooring to her dresser to get new leather armor then to the bathroom where a stone tub was filled with water. She touched a hand to the water and felt power slide through her fingertips as the water heated and then came to a boil. It was an easy trick once you figured out what parts to transmute. It wasn't a full transmutation, rather, just a slight alteration of the molecules. She pulled back her hand and waited for the water to calm. Steam rose and filled the room until it felt like she was walking around the muggy swamps in summer. She peeled her leather suit off of her skin and climbed in. It didn't take long for her to get clean as she simply scrubbed away the dirty spots and was finished. She wasn't girly enough to feel the needs to use all those scented oils and fragrances. She just needed to be clean. Saeriel climbed out and pulled on her armor and left her hair hanging. Once done, she gave herself a once over and then moved back to the main room where she retrieved her bow and arrows.

She moved to the bed and lightly touched Victor on the shoulder, calling to him. "Wake up. I have to go hunting and such and I wanted to let you know. You can do as you please from now on okay? If anything, you should check on Lalana. She's been gone for a while.." Saeriel frowned as a pain-ridden thought occurred to her. "If she's sleeping would she be invisible to me? Oh gosh. You were the one who could, so you definitely have to check. I'll leave that to you. Also, if… If she's passed on..well that's good for her. I'll be happy for her." Saeriel murmured. She hadn't gotten to know the ghostly girl much but she had felt that perhaps she would make a friend out of her someday. She pushed the thoughts away and stumbled towards the door. When she opened it sunlight flooded the room touching on the bed and stove on the far side. She squinted and held a hand up to her face to shade her eyes. "It's way too bright out there." She grumbled feeling reluctant to be a responsible adult even though she surmised it was already afternoon which explained the abundance of light.

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Lost in her music, the mermaid relaxed despite her exposure and her still useless limbs. Singing cheered her considerably, and were she not of mermaid origin, she herself would be easily drawn in by a sirens song, only to become lost in the tides. Making herself comfortable as possible upon the rock poking out from the sand and three feet of water, Aysu vaguely wondered if any humans would come. She had never yet used her song to entice. Perhaps it only worked when she was in the water? Her family and friends always followed ships and sang if they were inclined to prey upon unsuspecting humans.

The mermaid prepared to slip off her temporary perch when a sound caught her ears, making her freeze and turn towards the direction of the woods. With surprising speed, a figure approached her bay, excitement and trepidation bubbling rapidly inside her mind and gut. The singing ceased, the mermaid appraising her visitor for mere seconds before he spoke, his tone sounding anything but threatening.

Relaxing her shoulders, the mermaid let out a cheerful trill, recognizing at least that word, hearing humans use it all the time. She presumed it must be a greeting, or at least something good, as sometimes it was all she heard humans say to each other when she was close enough to hear the mortals. Smiling at the stranger, Aysu repeated the greeting bck to him.

"H-Hello!" she chimed in a soft, sing song voice, eyes riveted to the admittedly pale human. Strange, from boats they at least seemed bigger and darker. Deeming this a minor detail, the mermaid tried to stand, knowing with the human limbs she was at a severe disadvantage, even if she did figure out how to use them. She kept her eyes on the moving human coming towards her. An attempt to straighten herself and try to look at least more in control of herself and the situation, the sea creature yelped softly, losing her balance as well as her pride as she slipped, falling into the shallow water housing her rock.

"Kiiii!" she squeaked, trying to right herself on unfamiliar human legs as they began to shift back into her natural form.