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Mikïa
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On the hunt
« Thread started on: May 5th, 2007, 7:01pm » |
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The scene, from a mountain top, was breathtaking. Bird songs could be heard faintly from here and there as they announced the beautiful wheather for this birthing day. The sun rose with such magnificense, as would be expected this time of year. Only the tallest of trees could be seen now and then overtop all the fog in the deep valley that layed bellow.
The scene, from within the valley, was very different. The air was heavy and there was a thick mist that covered the damp ground just bellow the fog. Trees could only be seen moments before one could potentially run into them. Never mind trying to see the roots or anything else that may be a risk to trip over. The rising sun would pierce through when it found the rare opening, but it was never enough to make any difference in what one could see. The brustling sounds could be anything, from wind brushing by to a rodent or any other wildlife that lived on these lands to one of the scarier creatures that tended to roam about. Pitty the innocent, if any, that got stuck there by misfortune.
All this, however, did not seem to bother the being that walked the paths between the trees with her eyes closed while humming an errie yet joyous tune. Her head was cocked slightly to her left side as she moved ever so slowly, almost as though she was searching for something. Well, in fact, she was.
The immortal had no work. She did not believe in doing something you did not enjoy, or even, getting payed for something you did. She also figured it best to pay for the things she acquired unless they had no previous, or obvious owner. So Mikïa would take walks and reflect on the things she learned recently while she scanned nature for it's natural wealth. Wealth that had not yet been taken from it.
This was one of those times.
She had been moving about steadilly for well over four hours when a smile spread across her face. After taking another couple steps, she stopped in her tracks and opened her eyes to look towards the ground. The immortal then raised her arms and placed her hands parallel to the ground that soon began to shake. Minutes passed when a few sparkly rocks came to the surface, followed shortly after by several others. Though it changed nothing to the surrounding and no one would know where they came from, these rocks eminated from deep within the earth's surface.
When Mikïa decided that she had collected enough of them, she lowered her one hand and raised her other higher as she made small circles with it. Moments later a small blue circle appeared and she reached into it to pull out a pouch of sorts. After opening it, the rocks simply flew up and went inside to join the remaining few she had left over from a previous encurgeon. Once they were all away and the pouch was sealed again, she replaced it within the blue circle and with a swift hand motion it vanished.
With that, she continued her reflecting, but without the hunt.
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Re: On the hunt
« Reply #1 on: May 6th, 2007, 8:19pm » |
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It was morning then, the sun just rising over the mountain tops but earlier than that, during the night, Hunt McMahon had been approached in the city by a woman who’s son was one of a few that night reckless enough to venture onto the mountainside. From time to time, a few people would wander alone out there at night or in the failing light. Few of those people who did, ever returned. The mountain with all its thickly wooded land was a cradle for the lycans, a death zone for any human dumb enough to go there unprotected in the dark. This woman who had approached the hunter knew very well who he was. His attire spoke clearly enough for what he did with his time. Her son had gone up into the woods against her advice to party with some friends. There was a certain kind of mushroom that grew in those woods, on the valley side of the mountain slopes and the boys friends all seemed to think that the foggiest night of the year was the best time to go get high. A good trip they all must have thought. The boy’s mother was lucky enough to find Hunt McMahon shortly after the group had wandered off, and Hunt decided that he had best go find those reckless kids before some creature of the night inevitably did. The danger was far greater on the mountain than it was in the city. At least in the city there was some light and buildings within which to take some refuge. In the wilderness there was nowhere to go.
Hunt had tracked the group of teenagers through the woods that night, though he had been an hour or so behind them until they settled down and stopped moving. The fog probably convinced them to stay put. It was also what would ultimately leave them sitting ducks in case of an attack, but those naïve teenagers didn’t stop to think about that.
As the sun was rising, and the fog just grew brighter, not clearer through the dawn, the five teenage boys sat around tree stumps laughing and tripping out. One of the boys stopped laughing quite suddenly as he felt hot breath on his face and smelled a rotten stench along with it. Something very large was breathing on him, not more than two feet away. The boy could almost make out a figure in front of him but the fog was too thick. His high was swiftly dying away with the buzz kill of certain death looming over him. Panic was all that was left for him, but he didn’t, couldn’t say anything about it. He was too afraid. His four friends all continued laughing hysterically with their highs still quite effective.
As the sun continued to rise, one thing that all five boys saw was the shimmering of Hunt McMahon’s silver blade rising without a single sound over the beast before that one terrified teenager. Though the one boy couldn’t see the blade behind the beast that he barely could make out a figure of, the others could see faint traces of the shapes surrounding that shimmering silver blade. With the sight of what was going on then, all the four other boys’ highs also began to dwindle as they were forcibly sobered by the situation at hand.
The hunter was holding his sword up with two hands on the hilt, pointing the blade straight down over the beast’s upper back. Without any hesitation, Hunt McMahon drove the sword down as hard as he could, piercing the lycan’s hide and penetrating its spine. With one resounding thud, Hunt McMahon had brought down a mammoth of a creature. The beast hit the ground and whether it was still alive or not, it certainly couldn’t move. Setting one foot on the supernatural animals back then and pushing against it with every bit of strength he had, Hunt pulled the silver sword back out from the beast and swung it instantly behind himself. There had been sounds that no one could have ignored, and when Hunt swung his sword, blood splattered across the faces of the three boys who were watching the events unfold. They all were sobered up and their trip had been all but good. Hunts sword turned sharp around and swung across the second beast’s chest in the other direction. With two enormous gashes across the beats torso, it took a single step back and gave the hunter a perfect opportunity to finish it off. The creatures chest was completely exposed and its arms at its sides. Hunt placed both his hands on the hilt of his sword once again and dove forward as he stood then facing the second beast. He lunged the blade straight into the lycans chest piercing its heart with solid silver.
The average human eye could have seen no further than a foot or two in the conditions on the mountain that day, but Hunt had trained his eyes and though he still couldn’t see far in the fog, he could make out the shapes around him. Hunt also trusted his other senses, which at a time like that one, were of the utmost importance. He could hear everything and even smell his surroundings.
With one more thud, the second beast was down. That one was dead, or soon would be. Hunt left his sword in that lycan for a few more moments to ensure the silver could have its full effect on the creature. Meanwhile, he took a silver stake from his side and drove it in to the first lycans skull. Hunt had been too late to stop the second beast, and the sounds they had all heard before he struck it was the fifth boy being gnawed to a swift but excruciating death. “Stupid people.” Was all that Hunt could say at that time as he kneeled over the dead boy’s body. The four other boys gathered around, got close enough to see their mauled up friend, and began to cry over what had happened.
There was nothing that Hunt could have done, he had gotten there as soon as he could and acted just as swiftly. He didn’t blame himself, but he would always be forever frustrated over the stupidities that got people killed.
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Re: On the hunt
« Reply #2 on: Jun 12th, 2007, 1:07pm » |
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Not all too long after she had finished her hunt, her thought process was cut off by some action she felt not a hundred yards from her. There were six lycans closing in on five human youths.Though she did not think that was a fair fight, she knew the six against her was not fair either. For them at least. But what made this scene possibly entertaining to her was the addition of yet another human who carried a lot of silver on him and seemed to be able to roam about quite easily through the fog riden forest.
It impressed her that human with no powers could do such a thing and it made her wonder if he was really able to keep his own against these lycans. And the immortal was in no way going to find this out only through her mind over eighty yards away. She deemed this worthy enough to get a close look.
Could she have some fun with this too? Well, fun is in her by nature after all.
Her eyes opened as she grinned widely, aproaching the scene in absolute silence and rapidity. Closing in on the lycans before they realised she was even around, she mouthed a few words in silence and and as suddenly as she had finished them, four of the six became entagled by the forest itself and silenced.
Never having stopped moving, she quickly proped herself up in one of the trees that hovered over the boys headsbefore the male got there and watched the scene unfold. It did not take this human very long to anihilate the two that were left, but sadly for the boys that were there, not fast enough. Nevertheless, he impressed her even more now as the lycans had been closer to the boys than he had been and yet he managed to only loose one.
Those left were panicking, and from her point of view, they had no right. It was their fault. They chose to come here knowing where it was before they lost their cognitive values through the use of those plants.
No pity for them? Well, she is a child of 'the trader' afterall. Besides that, if no one but the lycans had been there, they woulda all been .
While the male gave one last jab of silver into the first lycan he had taken down, Mikïa droped down to the ground without the slightest sound and sat there amongst the boys with her hands under her legs.
She knew that with all the fog, colors could not be seen very well. So with her being pale blue and her hair being silver and her claws hidden beneath her, she figured the chances were more than good that none of them would notice that she was not human. Although they would probably wonder where she came from.
“Wa... was tha..at the last of them?” She stuttered purposefully with a shaking voice.
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