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Rafar The Red

"Hehe... All this is just a battle for prey"

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a character in “The Land Of Xetraylia”, as played by Long Lost Lius

Description

Name: Rafar The Red

Age: Ancient

Gender: Male

Breed: Pure Monster

Theme: The Blood Starved Beast

Appearance:
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Powers: Being one of the oldest beasts to date carries certain bonuses. One of them being speech, Despite being a pure monster Rafar can still form some sort of conversation, Perhaps it's because of his age. Rafar can also produce a terrifying screech testing the resolve of all hunters around him. Sending the weakest ones into complete terror. Lastly Rafar can form noxious smoke, often used for defeating several opponents

Skills/Strength: Still most of Rafars power lies in normal fighting. With his age Rafar can be considered one of the strongest beasts, Using lighting speed and razor sharp claws for combat. As most beasts relies in brute strength, Making Rafar a deadly exception.

Weakness: Capable of fighting several hunters at once makes Rafar brutal in combat, yet built quite fragile. Heavy weapons would be very hard to hit him with, But in case of a good hit... it would knock Rafar out imminently.

Background: Rafar is widely known for both Humans and Beasts. Being leader for one of the most aggressive beasts clan makes him a target to many. Yet before that he was a plague. Known for wiping out entire villages. Upon the arrival of The Hunter, Rafar himself is said to have fought him
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The outcome of this battle was clear, Yet Rafar still lives. Now with revenge in his sights Rafar aims for a rematch. Or perhaps simply revenge against all the hunters.

Hatred to humans: Supreme

So begins...

Rafar The Red's Story

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A Distance from IronsGuard, On the very Outskirts of Beast controlled land a large individual is sat upon a stone

Rafar Didn't wish to rise from his overly comfortable place, He was gently resting his head on his claws, yet he could not stop thinking he was getting too old. he never felt this tired in his younger years. Also, He had quite a good outlook over the land. And even if he couldn't see the residence of Humans he knew exactly what was happening, Perhaps you could call it Intuition. "The sheep are gathering, Equipping themself with fangs..." He slowly murmured in the Language of Beasts, Suprisingly his voice sounded peaceful and gently, Despite How broken and rugged his voice appears when speaking human. "Sheperd by their Champion they come wishing to chase away the predators. Perhaps they will succed." He shook himself in what could only be called a small laugh "The sheep are coming, armed with fangs, Sheperd by a champion... What a tale right?"

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Out of the corner of Rafar's eye, the yawning rays of the setting sun glinted off a humanoid's pauldron. As the somewhat polished reflections approached they also varied in their direction and brightness, sometimes not reflecting at all. Their footsteps crackled and rustled along the unpaved ground with no intention of going unheard. There was no fear or hesitation in the slow and methodical crescendo of footsteps. With the beast's final query, the child of ash offered a response.

"Too much credit is given to the vermin, I'm afraid," Lidia drove her greatsword down several inches into the dirt, leaning her palms on the crossguard, "hunters are ineffective at best, cornered rats in a field of helpless mice. Tell me, how many times have you been able to tear into a village whilst the hunters stayed in their inns and watched, only to fall just as quickly as the rest when they finally do help?"

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Dear Sir Hunter,

Do you know of the plight of man, or have you grown so blind in your profession? A war within and a war without, such is the plight of man. In my youth I wasted my fury on who instead deserved my pity. Age has enlightened me, made me sober, humbled and hardened me. I have watched in silence and studied. They, man that is, see the monsters with gnashing teeth and flesh rending claws, but are blind to the ones that stand next to them every day, but I am not blind. They feed upon purity, upon innocence, upon the weak and poor. I feed upon these man monsters, these defilers, these child killers.

I do not hate you, sir Hunter, I question you, you are one who lights my curiosity. Do truly believe you can create a better world? Will you come against me, like others have before you? I too have a cause I believe in, and I believe that I am needed. This wretch I've slain, the head of whom I've planted this note upon is one Ungar Larkwood, guilty of luring several wayward youth into his web. I believe capital punishment is the appropriate judgement for his crimes. In his basement you will find the remains of his victims. I could not bare to count them all. Pray for their souls, sir hunter, but waste not one on this vile thing. Be cautious, sir hunter, else that which will kill you may be among you already.

With love,
Beau Geste Bellatroix


With her clawed fingers she wrote her letter upon parchment, eyes glinting in candle light, blood gleaming upon the boards at her feet. The house of the man had windows covered in now blood splattered curtains. They were there to prevent any witnesses, but they had served the same purpose in his own demise. In rags Bellatroix was dressed, in the form of a fair young maiden of dark descent, dirty yet lovely. She had lured him using his weakness, brought into the his home, thinking he would have his way and dispose of her, had instead become a fly in her own web. His headless body lays upon the ground, his head placed neatly upon his own dining table. She draped the note down over his head, blew out the candles, and turns out the door letting in the golden light of the dawning sun. Her midnight black hair flowing behind, glistening, and her head downcast.

It took moments as she left the scene before a bystander peeked in upon the carnage, and then proceeding to scream in horror. Bellatroix was gone before anyone could point a finger, off away from the streets of Ironsguard. In the outskirts she had sensed a convergence of forces, one quite old and familiar, the other newer, vaguely human and smelling of wood ash and burnt flesh that gave her pause. Wretched smell that is, why did she have to be here? When she arrived she raised a brow putting on a curious expression.

"Now, isn't this a curiosity," she says is a charming tone. With wet cracks and pops a barbed tail came forth from the base of her spine, striped in black and white, wrapping it around her ankles to make her inhumanity known. "Contemplating your next hunt, sir Rafar? And you, miss Lidia, still unable to find peace?"

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Rafar quietly observed his two new Arrivals, He could not yet muster enough will to rise from his place instead keeping his gentle posture. I will have to answear that question of yours later, Ashen one.. His tone remained calm and soft, He called her Ashsen One as he so does love his nicknames and metaphors. ... but you should not forget the "Champion" the Sheep has acquired, you should know, And you should acknowledge it. His tired eyes shifted to Bella. He did really enjoy her company, her age was something to be respected, he doubted if even his age could rival her... My Next Hunt? Nothing so fancy.. If there is anyone to be contemplating hunting it would be you, No? Did you enjoy your trip to the humans?

Rafar's gaze then swithced back out over the land, watching the last rays of sun disappear, Only for shadows to take its place. Did you perform a slaughter? or maybe you showed mercy, Wich you seem to fancy so much... His claws clicked indignantly against eachother

Still, Rafar was happy for the company, even if it would become the more.. "Aggresive" Sort...

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Lidia turned her head towards the witch when she spoke, eventually turning back towards the city overlooked by the group's vantage point. She sighed at the witch's addressing of her, she shouldn't have needed to even ask.

"There will never be peace, you should know that. Try being burned at the stake some time, you'd understand why I'm so upset." She raised an eyebrow at Rafar's appraisal of this new hunter. "What has you so concerned? Don't fool yourself, he is but a man. Has age softened you that much?"

As the daylight waned, the child of ash gripped the handle of her weapon with both hands and slowly heated the blade until it provided a warm glow that could illuminate the three.

"Let him come. I fear no man."

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"Mercy, sir Rafar, mercy is something deserved or something earned through penance," she responds in a tone both serious and coy, kneeling down and wiping her claws against the dirt in effort to clean them. "I will say simply that a man-beast thought himself trapping a rabbit, but instead caged himself with a tiger, so to speak. The human wretch had the gall to keep trophies of his kills, all poor creatures that he easily overpowered, guided by some twisted sentiment. There was no room for mercy today, sir Rafar."

She collected her thoughts with a sigh and looked over her claws to see if they were clean. She exudes a kind of righteousness, far less a pleasure in her words and motions, as if she had done a service, a justice. Her attention was then turned back to Lidia, blade now aglow with bright warm light. She sighed again at the revenant's words. The old beast wasn't insensitive to the burned woman's suffering, but the sheer thought of charred flesh was one of few things to make her retch.

"Two things, child," she says courteously. "First, over my long life I have been impaled, eviscerated, bludgeoned and even burned. Second, I feel at times you only torture yourself in reliving that moment over and over."

She stares out in the horizon. "As for sir Hunter, I rather not be so quick to judge or engage him... if it can be helped, that is."

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Rafar moved slightly, The stone was by far not the most comfortable thing, But the view was worth it. He continued looking out over the landscape as he spoke. We all have our weaknesses, Ashen One, You are not very skilled at hiding yours. You should never reach the point when bravery tips into recklessness. Rafar's dark eyes suddenly shifted, Only for a short moment and only so that someone very skilled would notice it, He was reminiscing about something. It will then only be a question of time until someone breaks straight trough that flimsy shield.

Rafar's gaze quickly returned to normal as he directed himself towards Bella, Clearly attempting to switch the subject The Humans have their own beasts.. Yet these beasts can only challenge the weak. The black sheeps, ones who dream to be wolves. Yet these black sheeps are so different they just become bigger targets. Especially for the ones like you Black Bella. Rafar usually uses Bella's oldest name, Perhaps in an attempt to remind her about his age. But I can only agree with your last point, The Champion of Sheep, Is someone not to be Underestimated

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Lidia suppressed a sneer at the comments from the other two. Cowards, softened by age and petty politics. It sickened her to see beasts fall prey to the same games of status and power that the humans stoop to. Now it didn't surprise her that a new hunter was able to cause a stir for the monsters, if this apathy is what they were up against.

"On another note, if this allegedly terrifying hunter is gathering a flock, why are we waiting? Would't it be best to strike early while they are still unprepared and weak, instead of waiting and letting them grow stronger?"

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Character Portrait: Rafar The Red Character Portrait: The Hunter Character Portrait: Mahina Grosvenor Character Portrait: Baleful Moon Character Portrait: Beau Geste Bellatroix Character Portrait: Lidia, Born of Embers Character Portrait: Apan Sudrosi
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Bellatroix had long grown weary of it, this repugnant animosity, she had her fill of it from beast and human over a millennia, she had her fill of it from herself. The fiery woman radiates with it as much as her flames do, the kind of hatred that knows no neutrality, that would consume anything in its path regardless of guilt. It was depressing, for the future of Lidia to either succeed and live in a dead world, or die a second time. Will you ever be satisfied child? At least age has given Rafar some level of tranquility.

"I never implied he was terrifying, contrary to it, he is intriguing," she responds with a calm tone. "He is just entering latter half of his thirties... which may not seem much for us, or a common man, for hunters that usually die young, it isn't something to scoff at. But..."

She draws her arms out, her tail's barbs retracting and then returning into her back with a crack, her long claws reducing to human hands, and her height increasing as her body ages forward from a child into an older woman. She warps particles of earth around her and weaves them into her clothes to turn the rags into a dark earthy colored dress before being stained violet by releasing a small amount of her toxic miasma. Her hair seemed to come alive, twisting themselves behind her into a ponytail, and allowing two curly bangs to hang down the front of her face. Within seconds she had transformed fully from a beggar girl into a grown noble woman.

"I do think I will take a closer look to satiate a curiosity," she says somewhat cryptically with a continued calmness. "Do what you feel you must, I suppose."

With this she leaves them on her way back to Ironsguard, with her destination set near the Hunter's guild. She knew better than to head within the door, even in her human guise she wasn't entirely sure what security was placed, if there was any, not putting off the possibility of some magical detection. For now, at least, she would observe inconspicuously by the pole of a street lamp and size the recruits.

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Rafar Payed Bella's exit no attention, He gently moved his head back to stare out over the landscape again. I never can stop you when you feel adventorous, I have lost that feeling myself. But I warn you Again Black Bella, I have fought that Sheperd. He can not be considered a normal human, I warn you both. His body suddenly tensed, His claws digging deep into the stone I do not become this.. "Cowardly" That easy, And I hope you do not take my worries lightly. Good Hunting to you.

He then, allowing Bella to leave shifted himself backwards, Moving off his position to the stone to instead approach Lidia. Well... Approach might be the wrong as he simply nonchalantly positioned himself to face her Now. You are not as "Mercyful" as my dear Black Bella. You wish to go and fight them head on? Finish this before anything can come out of it? He then moved himself upwards, Rearing back on his hind legs, Exposing his Twisted chest and arms, He easily towered above Lidia, Like The Pure monster he is. You think to defeat those I failed to kill? His Voice remained as calm and Tired as before, But there was big hints of hostility in his voice.

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The ashen knight stood firm to the animal's gestures. Typical, such a simple and brutish creature would try to use size to intimidate her, to gain dominance as if a pack animal. Lidia gazed into Rafar's eyes, unblinking as she finally spoke.

"Do not threaten me, beast. You try to keep us from this hunter for what? Pride? Fear that you will lose your dominance if one of us bests him?" The revenant lifted her weapon from the soil, its blade glowing brighter resembling steel in a forge, and a blistering heat radiating from it. The formerly cool and dark forest perch now illuminated fully with this new flame, as if a scorching desert sun bore down upon the small cliff overlook.

"You hunt humans for sport and entertainment, so you hold back. Being defeated by some half-rate hunter is just a consequence of that," she raised her weapon and pointed its tip towards Rafar for emphasis. She then swiped her blade down to her side in a flicking motion as if removing blood, almost instantly extinguishing the blade and snuffing out any glow it previously emitted.

"The difference between you and I," the burned woman turned about-face and took a few steps away from the beast, "is that I do not hunt my foes, I destroy them."

Lidia began to walk away again. Where she formerly stood a circle several feet in diameter was devoid of life, all of the vegetation seared to ash.

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Val clicked his tongue.

"Never good when the little birdies dare not listen to a bloody old crow like yourself, isn't it?"

Jumping down from his perch in a tree only a few paces away from Rafar's overlook, Val stooped into a bow. His landing stained his lower legs with a sickly mix of mud and ash, clinging to his skin like moss on trees, and his rags like powder in water. Once his childlike feet hit the dirt a chatter erupted within the trees, birds of all types squawking and shrieking, suddenly abuzz in the dark. "Yes. It is indeed I, you can stop gawking and praising now." Then cocking an eyebrow, and flashing a particularly fierce grin. "No really. Stop."

Several birds of color and monochrome flew from the trees, their light cawing ceasing as soon as the words left Val's mouth. Soon, only the black shadows of ravens remained, who quickly silenced themselves, but made no move to fly away. Standing upright in a pose much more noble than the one carrying it, Val stepped into the moonlight, the pale-blue light highlighting his childlike form, and bringing a faint glossy sheen to his darkened rags.

"Rafar, Val began again, "All your little chicks have fled. Leaving you; the beholder of these lands, bringer of death, and most fearsome of creatures, to sit and observe."

Val fell to his knees, drooping his head loosely. "Oh dear Rafar... How I fear for the poor mortals and immortals you have woefully cursed on this day with your actions." Then a sneer marched across his face. "Or should I say... inaction? How do you dare respond to the hastiness of the others, Father?"

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Rafar allowed Lidia's exit. Simply watching her go without saying a word. Even if his tired nonchalant pose remained, Her words tore at him. It was true, And the only question he could think of was: When did he get this weak? For a moment he pondered to himself before unexpectedly a young child arrived, It was suprisingly as Rafar hadn't sensed him coming.

It didn't take more than a second for Rafar to see trough Val, His apparent control over the nearby birds did not help him. He listened closely to his ramblings not moving from his position. You speak like a priest... He slowly tilted his head observing Val I suppose I understand your words well enough, Yet it seems you know something I do not. You speak like many fates have been sealed by the actions of this evening, and then you ask me what I think of it? A short growl escaped his throat As for the others, I am not one to decide what they do. So please tell me, Dear beast. What are these "Woefull actions" You speak of?

The word Father or the fact he knew his nane did not affect him. Perhaps this young one referred to him as a god? But for now, He wished to find out all the little bits of information Val had.

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Val slowly hobbled to his knees.

"A Priest?" He asked, mulling the thought over a few times.

Finally the thoughts left his vision, and his wild stare returned to him slowly, as he leaned dangerously close to Rafar."Oh Rafar." Val clicked his tongue again. "A beast as old as you..." He trailed off, clearly amazed how the great beast before him stood so far in ignorance. "I'm certain you understand that choosing no action, or allowing others to choose for you, even through the blatant disregard of the threats at hand..."

"Is still an action, with grave consequences." He spoke at just above a whisper, his eyes practically dancing with glee.

Crossing the few paces between himself and the edge of the overlook, Val stood in the pile of still incredibly warm ash and soot, letting it burn his skin as he gazed off into the distance. "I suppose that I can be truly blunt for you, if you so wish."

"The two you have met today are fierce predators, each chasing the same kill. While you may have given your 'blessings' to one, but not the other simply doesn't matter. Not yet, anyway." Val looked back at Rafar before continuing. "Both will eventually make a move at the Hunters, striking one down, or perhaps just leaving one to die. But as all things do, they will begin to fall out of hand.

"Lidia's fate is sealed like a door, shut and boarded. Whether she comes to you or not is of little consequence, succeed or fail, she will be consumed by her own flames of desire and rage. Perhaps the nobler of the two will attempt to seem proud while doing it, asking you for help, and pleading to your call to arms. But you should understand that you have no other choice than to aid them. A beast, no matter how old, wise, or alone, will always return for the kill."


The last of the light in the sky seemed to vanish, swallowed by a great expanse of clouds. They rolled across the landscape before them, stirring up winds and keeping the entire world blanketed in the dark. There, only Ironsguard remained, glistening in it's golden light. While the darkness threatened it, with the lamps and fires in place, the town would not fall to it. And while the fires would falter in the wind of the night, they held steadfast, as everlasting vigils against the treachery of night.

"So... what shall you do next?"

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A low monotone growl was heard from Rafar, Now he was getting lectured. He lowered his head placing his eyes to the same level as Val. What could be seen in them could only be called something primal. Do not look down upon me young one! The mightiest of birds always falls because they underestimate the wind.

I know very well how this will play out. I know how the beasts will flock to this challenge. I myself was one of the very first to attempt it! When the beasts realise they face something that they can't slaughter they will flee. Some will band together, seeking protection from the strongest ones. Rafars eyes finally diverted from Val's instead looking out over the landscape, Just as previously Some will let their Pride, wrath or perhaps grief get in the way. Wich will only lead to death. You wish to know what role I will play in this? Then please, atleast tell me what role you fill. And do not tell me you are a simple observer, Because those will only end up dying.

These flames. These fanged sheep, Protecting the herd. Their role was set. Some would perhaps deviate, but only slightly. The ones who would shape this story, They would be the ones that realise the story. But who was the ones that truly realised what role they played? This world was after all more treatorous than anyone could possibly imagine

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Val's smile vanished, for once a look of seriousness resting on his face. "Oh, dear Father, you simply mistake my critiques as mockery. I promise I dare not talk down to you."

As if to emphasize this point, Val let himself fall backwards into the mud, ash, and leaves. Bringing his arms behind him to rest as a pillow, his mischievous grin returned. "But..." He began, closing his eyes. "You tipped your hand. I now realize my fears are to go on down the stream, to slip from my mind. For my true purpose, my only reason from leaving my own roost to alight upon this one, is nothing more than a primal, simple hunger."

Val chuckled. During his mild pause he felt several of his own disheveled ravens slip free from the trees and take to the air. Another dropped from it's perch, only to flutter down to Val's side, eventually landing on his chest. Another soon followed, with another behind it. Within moments, Val held an assortment of ravens in his grasp, each of their small, ragged bodies feeling like an extension of his own.

"I heard of the formation of a formal Hunting guild of sorts, and decided that not only would it be worth a little look-see, but perhaps that a few of those would-be Hunters wouldn't mind parting with a few... things for my appetite. I figure the heart of a great Hunter to be a favorable meal, if not a rather tedious meal to acquire. The closer I got to the city, the more I felt of not only your presence, but that of your associates.

"All of us here at once, chasing after a similar goal... it's almost storybook. However, I would never have been able to live with myself had I not seen you in action. While Lidia might have a knack for carving into and through a town in a single, blazing night... Nothing compares with a unstoppable force slowly, painfully ripping your own kin away from you."


"However." Val stood up, ravens scattering slightly, giving him room to move. "With your words... I am quite convinced that you shall not be sitting out here for too much longer."

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Rafar continued his search across the landscape. Scanning the large, dark forest surrounding Ironsguard. Slowly a small crooked smile appeared on his lips. If you even could call them that. ..Surely I cannot simply sit around. As you said, A beast always returns for the kill.

He gently lowered his head down towards Val. But I must say, I have taken a liking to you young one. You have a certain cunning wich no normal eye can see. A cunning Wich will be mistaken for madness. This makes you by far one of the most terrifying beings here. despite his words and violent presence Rafar displayed a certain warmth Wich could only be seen as strange

I certainly look forward to seeing what role you will have taken in the end.

This beast was so very interesting. He knew much. Perhaps too much, Rafar didn't hesitate about the fact that he might have to one day pluck this bird. Still, For now he seemed like someone valuable, someone who could genuinely hurt both him and his enemies. And that.. Impressed him.

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Val smiled gleefully. Whatever Rafar had been saying slipped his mind, as a Raven landed on his shoulder. For a moment, Val closed his eyes. The world faded away into the background, and soon he was alone. There was no Rafar, no ashen mud, even he ceased to exist.

Then it all came into focus. He was no longer standing beside a beast as old as man itself, but instead he was standing alone, peering through the eyes of another creature. Soaring just overtop Ironsguard, his eyes landed atop a building just ahead and below his viewpoint.

The Band of Hunter’s guild. Light poured out from the inside of the room, spilling over into the dark. Shadows danced between the light of the windows, showing a small scene of people talking, others moving away from the window, presumably into other rooms. At the doorstop, a large creature lay, almost wolfish in appearance. A massive gash and a pool of blood betrayed the cause of its demise.

But another thing caught his eye. Small, frail skeletal structures atop surrounding buildings. Crows, frail and weak, moving unnaturally, controlled by something.

Val chuckled to himself once more, closing the creature’s eyes, allowing himself to return to his own body. He slowly felt the beastly presence by his side, the warm embrace of the ashen mud, and the tranquil quiet instilled by the unlit night return. Before severing his connection with the young raven, Val left a final, barely audible message.

”Kill them.”

Val stepped closer to Rafar. ”Father.” He began, looking up to the sky. Why do we continue to stand here, enveloped by the nightly fog? Is this even nightfall, or a ravenous black abyss? I went down into an abyss once… it was decorated with the corpses of beasts, demons, and mortals so great it could make even Lidia rethink her step.”

He took a breath. ”Now that fool had a knack for decorating. Unfortunately, it took me several long years to claw my way out… and by the time I had, I was a monster. Gone was my soft, fleshy body, replaced by something else, something much more fitting of a horror like myself.”

Finally perking up, he asked. ”Would you like to see?”

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Rafar simply watched Val as his out-of-body experience commenced. Observing every detail of his frail body. Rafar had a pretty good idea of what Val actually was doing since he has several, yet clearly weaker beasts with similar abilities.

Val then spoke in more riddles. Rafar quite enjoyed this. Thinking about the meaning behind most words. He patiently allowed Val to finish. An abyss enough to make Lidia back down... That would change someone, for better or for worse is for you to decide. You ask me questions wich you do not require me to answear. You simply wish for someone to think.

Rafar slowly shook his head, before leaning in, enough for Val to simply lift his arm and touch him. Spare that "Horrific" form of yours. Spare it until you face something you truly require to face. Perhaps the one you wish to face would be me... Still this is not the time for such, "Leisure" we have prey to hunt, right? Rafar's eyes shifted slightly, looking out across the forest connecting to Ironsguard. His small crooked smile remaining

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"Perhaps we should get on with the hunt. Can't let our friends have all the fun..." He trailed off for a moment. Then, a smile came to his face and a giggle burbled up and out of his throat. "Or, I could simply have a little more fun. That'd be the thing wouldn't it? Walking right on up to that vicious Hunter and giving him a great, big hug."

He broke into laughter again. "Only imagine the surprise when I sink a claw into his chest."

Then, finally looking back over at Rafar, he simply smiled. "Perhaps I'll take you up on your offer. Though... it wouldn't quite be fair, now would it? You've got at least several hundred years over me, and what sort of, monster would dare hurt their own Father? Certainly not I... Not, yet anyway."

He stepped onto the very edge of the overlook. "Perhaps we shall meet again once inside the city, I'll be sure to deliver you something nice. Farewell!"

And with that, he stepped over the edge of the cliff. Only a single black feather remained.

The darkness swallowed him immediately, soon after the trees consumed him as well, and in the cover of darkness, nobody was able to see his skin peel away, and have his humanity taken, replaced by a covering of black feathers. Before he hit the ground, two powerful, ragged black wings pushed him back from it. He redirected his course, now moving through the forest, dipping in between the trees as the rest of his raven-like form pushed through.

A sharp, pointed beak jutted from his head, forming through a covering, almost like bone, that traced his skull perfectly. Beneath it, darkened feathers poked through, rippling across his body like smoke, and weaving with the wind like dust in a cloud. No longer was he bound to the ground, now he was free, able to twist and careen through the air at his wish. He dodged between the trees, flying violently fast, with no concern for safety. In this way, he hurtled towards the outer walls of Ironsguard, with complete reckless abandon, thinly veiled by the cover of the moonless night.

Soaring up and beyond the wall, Val easily landed within the city's borders. He kept low, tracing his frame over rooftops and just missing chimneys. Finding a single, lone tower, he spiraled up around the sides, coming to perch upon the eastern edge. Below him, a great clock hummed and ticked slowly, vibrations pulsing through the walls as the hands slowly recounted the time, the powerful gears hidden just below the surface. Just above the clock, the tower twisted up into a pointed roof, warped and battered from weather and time. From there, sat Val; a great monstrous raven, surveying the city of which he would begin his game. Thousands upon thousands of little lights sprawled out beneath him. Each and every light held a home, which in turn held families, noblemen, prostitutes, and somewhere among them all... a clan of Hunters.

If Val had possessed lips, they would have been twisted up into a wicked smile.

'So many delightful little treats.'

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Rafar once again listened without any hesitation to Val. Or. .. Val's words finally made some impact on him, He would attempt to kill the shepherd? His now more specific use of the word "Father" was also something that caught his attention. He doubted that he meant the simple thing that Rafar actually was his father. Perhaps some interesting metaphor from the youth.

Those simple things was the focus of Rafar. He didn't care much from the simple teasing threat Val had proposed. It wasn't something he himself hadn't ever said.

He watched Val leave without uttering any kind of objection. He was actually unsure if he preferred the company of his fellow beasts.. or perhaps he enjoyed the silent sounds of solitude.. To think such an eerie night as this still could be so peaceful.

Now two quick questions was present in Rafars mind. Either he would return to his clan, gather his beasts and wipe these sheep out before they could do anything hurtful.. or perhaps he could play a little. Challenge some sheep and see if their bravery would be enough?

And with that, he decided on the latter. Suddenly using his oversized arms and claws to propel himself forward. Following after the distinct smell of Val. Lunging, more or less dragging himself using his arms he soon reached Ironsguard.. but he decided to stay back for now. Simply stalking the city from the forest outside. He could feel the presence of many beings. And he would enjoy war ching what kind of move they would make.

He didn't want to get involved just yet... so he was content in simply watching for now.

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Apan finally got down to the large arena putting his suitcase down with a deep sigh not of amazement as much as of worry. Such an open room with monsters likely to be able to climb. But then if some were humans that left questions of anyone he met with wards gone mad. His mind raced with his limited options for reasons that would cause all the wards to be so irritated. It was best to assume the worst until he could look at them all. That something of enough power to trip them all somehow. Still, he couldn't yet get information from the wards at range but perhaps he could create some useful motivation to them. As much as the Hunter seemed irritated perhaps he could stand to irritate the man a little more.

While setting his suitcase open he looked over to Tutac, "Miss, if you would be so kind as to keep an eye on the stairwell. I would prefer the only large angry monster we meet tonight be the one that's on our side."

He knew two names that would be in range of the creatures upstairs. One wasn't a name per se but known to enough blood in the soil it might as well be. His suspicion rapidly grew but didn't have means to test Tutac.

He pondered the small slate that emerged from his suitcase wreathed in crow feathers and albino redwood. The parasitic redwoods tainted by himself and carefully metastasized across town. Each left pale spots but the wards needed to be fed of rotting earth. Especially since the damned crows somehow puzzled out how to infect their dying using pieces of other wards. He wasn't sure their efforts were terribly effective by the corpses of old birds he'd found but then he'd only made a handful to start. Now there were dozens off scarring foxes trying to eat eggs. Even the new ones had the rotting breath of his initial experiments.

As long as he wasn't too far away he could affect the wards infected by eldritch disease in orbit of albino redwoods be they his own or not. The reverse was the different matter yet discovered. Words welled up from the earth into disease infesting them. At least he could hide the trees for now they didn't need light after all. They worked just fine in fine carved stone coffins underneath roosts hidden in town. Chalk in his hand scratching out a message he wished he could use instructions with more nuance. It was hard enough to push a fleeting piece of his memory to name those he'd just met. He'd have to ask them their names again later.

In a dank decorated tomb of dirt floor the trees hear scratching from beyond the walls, 'Find Hunter. Test Mahina. Test Bale. Find ichor. Down.'

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The ward at Mahina's feet perked up with a ragged squawk mirrored by many on the sills and elsewhere in the room. The one at her feet pecked loudly at the metal heels in front of it then loosed a gout of burning spore to try and taste bad blood. Other milky eyed fungus-backed crows meandered their way across the room to the Hunter and Bale. The living crows were under a low table now disinclined to follow riled fallen.

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Rafar quietly remained outside the city. Patiently watching the guards walk across the walls surrounding it. He was excited, or perhaps happy. All his comrades was here, the Poor sheep would not be given any rest. He wondered if the fanged sheep would even be able to repel all of his powerful kin.

But one fickle thought crossed his mind. It would be no fun if they all attacked now. Just as Lidia had said. He enjoyed hunting his enemies. So for now, He would simply sit outside the city. Soon everything would start, Perhaps he would join.. perhaps not.. But now, he was simply observing

His mind was quite happy with his decision. Until suddenly a small spark flared inside him. He had forgot, Truly, there was one thing he couldn't ignore. If the Shepherd was to reveal his presence... Then he would, without a doubt, Join his kin, and stain his shining claws

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Rafar was getting spurned. This was only becoming more and more fun, It seems the great Shepherd will go and challenge a devil. Joined by a lowly sheep... Good opportunity to evaluate the young one Rafar wished greatly to enter the city, His senses was still very much bestial, and they tempted him to start a slaughter. Yet he wished to remain hidden just for a little more time. The armored one who just entered... He was tempted to ambush him, But it was not something worth revealing his presence over.

The shadows were slowly moving around Rafar, Like they wished to devour the city. It would soon start, very very soon. He just needed to remain in control of his senses. Thus he continued stalking the city, waiting patiently

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Ahhhh... It was too much, The entire city was oozing with the lovely smell of the coming blood and death. For a moment Rafar was visibly shaking, Then he suddenly reclaimed his composure. He sighed gently to himself bowing his head. How shameful, For someone as old as him to have such a difficult time suppressing his primal senses. But truly.. What was the other beasts plan? What where they trying to gain from this, Are they perhaps driven by the simple bloodthirst we all possess? No, Black Bella would not allow herself to be controlled by feelings alone, Perhaps the young one but not Bella...

Anyway. How could he possibly sit here any longer? The Shepherd is moving, Moving towards the bloodshed. Rafar couldn't allow anyone else to face him. Thus Rafar gently exited his brushery, calmy striding towards the large stone walls. He was making no attempt to hide himself. Several guards had already spotted him. Yet Rafar couldn't mind them any less. Some of the poorly armed humans immidiently ran in an desperate attempt to acquire reinforcements. It was an wortless act, very few Humans would be able to stand against a beast like Rafar, and he knew it. The rest of the guardsmen stood completely still, shaking in their boots. Fitting for sheep, Rafar thought to himself. The few brave ones raised their weapons, clearly fueled by some kind of grudge. But they knew that they would die if they attacked, Thusly they simply stood still, Attempting to kill Rafar with their gazes alone.

But Rafar payed them no heed, He slowly started scaling the wall, His claws digging deep into the stone allowing him to easily climp to the other side. The guards could not do a single thing, So Rafar simply jumped down onto the large paved roads spreading throughout Ironguard. He was sure that most of his brethren knew that he had arrived, And perhaps some of the more skilled humans would also take notice. But once again, It did not bother him. He was heading straight towards the church. To meet his lovely rival.