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The Hunters and the Hunted

The Wilderness

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a part of The Hunters and the Hunted, by TinkMumu.

Where the Supernaturals live.

TinkMumu holds sovereignty over The Wilderness, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Where the Supernaturals live.
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The Wilderness

Where the Supernaturals live.

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The Wilderness is a part of New Zealand.

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Character Portrait: Aysu
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Stretching the strange, fascinating appendages that had only moments before been her tail, the mermaid smiled. She swung her legs over the side of her rock, watching them dangle just out of the water with apparent delight. If only she could learn how to use them properly! Excitement bubbled inside as she thought of learning how to utilize her limbs. What if a human could teach her?! It would certainly be as fine a way as any to interact with one and study them up close.

Pleased with herself for coming up with the idea of getting a human to show her how they traveled the land, the mermaid let out a happy trill, kicking in excitement and nearly falling off her rock. She steadied herself quickly, not wanting to shift back just yet. Her smile faded a moment as she took into account the lack of any humans around. She couldn't very well go looking for one, so perhaps luring one to her would have to do. Hopefully humans had good hearing.

Straightening and facing the shore, the mermaid smiled again, all too happy to sing. Imagine her, trying to sing to entice a human for the first time! She was excited, never yet using her song for anything other than her own satisfaction and to show off to other merfolk from time to time. Parting her lips, she let out a soft melody. It was smooth as silk, sweet as honey, and sounded akin to a lullaby. She grew louder, getting into it, always delighted to sing, whether when alone or with her fellow creatures of the sea. The sweet tune was almost haunting, her clear soprano voice carrying itself into the air, birds pausing as well as they heard it.

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Character Portrait: Saeriel Cuvanthar Character Portrait: Victor Gogean
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Saeriel spoke kindly to Victor, punching him in the arm playfully and smiling. He half-smiled back, as her punch had actually hurt a bit. She mentioned something about some of the ladies not being so reserved and probably wouldn't mind taking an 'adorable demon home.' He turned his gaze to the floor. As a typical narcissist, around Saeriel, he just felt like a demon and nothing more. He didn't feel beautiful or desirable, just disgusting, which he wasn't used to and didn't particularly enjoy, either. "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 looked around for a seat, and when she eyed one, she moved over to it and plopped down. Victor followed her quietly, sitting down next to Saeriel, only he was a good 5 feet away from her. Victor noticed her looking around, possibly searching for someone in particular, but when it seemed she didn't find them, she furrowed her brow.

"Is there someone you're waiting for?" Victor asked softly. Victor didn't mean to pry at the elf girl, but he couldn't help being curious. He wished he could just get drunk and not have to feel how he was feeling, but he knew that it was probably against his better judgement if he were to do so. He stared at the ground, hoping Saeriel would answer his question, though he wouldn't blame her if she didn't.

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Victor frowned, not lifting his gaze from the floor, as Saeriel made a comment on the fact that he tended to turn his gaze away or downward a lot. He furrowed his eyebrows, a sharp thought scampering across his mind, Well if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be having a problem. I'd be my usual self. His thought was slightly bitter, but it was also somewhat grateful. Saeriel brought out a side of Victor that he'd never seen in himself, and for that he was thankful. A male elf approached Saeriel suddenly, putting his hand on her shoulder, seemingly disturbing whatever ideas had been floating around in her mind. They exchanged a few words, and the male elf shot Victor a look, to which Victor turned his gaze, once again. "Just stay out of trouble. We guards don't want to put up with your problems." the elf said after shaking his head. "We're not problems," Victor said, standing to face the guard. "We're just like any of you, but you're all too damned stubborn to give us a chance." Victor sat back down, propping his elbow up on his knee and placing his chin in his palm, feeling exhausted with all of the elves' distaste for Lalana and himself.

The guard walked away from them and Saeriel began to speak about how grumpy the older elves were. She made a joke about bringing an army of creatures to the village. That would ruffle some serious feathers.... Victor thought to himself. Saeriel explained how the Feast went down normally and stood to get them drinks, but as she did so, the Feast began and she realized that she didn't have to snatch the wine without permission. After a few moments, she moved to the refreshment table quickly, nabbing a bottle of wine, which a few of the elves seemed to be slightly put off about. "Let's get...." She paused. "Smashed?" She filled up the mugs she'd brought over with the wine. "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 cup with a broad smile. "And for Lalana and Victor to find that which they seek here in this village!" Victor held his own mug up, clinking it softly against hers. He decided that it was probably in his best interest to just get drunk and not care what any of the elves thought.

He pounded the wine, feeling it burn his throat as if he'd swallowed a handful of peppers. The wine was delicious, though, however badly it burned going down. He poured himself another mug full and pounded it as well. He was already feeling dizzy and slightly buzzed, knowing that he would probably be judged by Saeriel heavily for having almost no tolerance for alcohol. He'd never been drunk before, as he'd only ever had a shot here and there and occasionally one beer. He wasn't much for getting drunk himself, but he enjoyed getting others drunk, as they tended to be quite entertaining when they were. He lifted his half full mug in "Cheers" to Saeriel. "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. He looked at Saeriel, practically staring at her. He smiled broadly and leaned toward her, kissing her full on the mouth without thinking at all. As he pulled back, he burst into laughter, falling off the bench and surprising himself into a hysteria. His clumsiness was hilarious to his drunk brain, and he couldn't manage to stop laughing.