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Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Kharu woke from dreamless sleep. A dull pain of hunger searing the pit of his stomach, he clutches at it momentarily. He recalls the elders the mask has no mouth. The veins on his hands and arms stand out for lack of water. The last light of Angurs Eye filters through the foliage. The sweltering heat is thick in the air. Soon it would be dark. He slowly stands and leafs from the forest floor fall from his form, naked except for the black hide around his waist. The string tying the boars hide in place also holds a bone knife and a few arm lengths of vine. His lean and muscular torso still smeared with traces of grey ash, patterned scars on his chest and shoulders mark him Hunter, the mask on his face brands him batak Unbound. It is made of dark wood, undecorated but covered in scratches and ragged at the edges, with only two openings for his eyes. He holds his aching head, his fingers briefly touching the bone beads in the dark tangles of his damp hair. His entire body hurts, but hes trembling with anticipation. Since he had broken Taloks body at the trials during the Wet his life has been leading him to his point. Hed been terrified facing the other man in the circle of flames. The elders had chosen that their fates were to be decided that night. The shouts and drums had been as the pulse in his blood. He had stepped from the flames to become Hunter. Talok did not see the Eye of Angur again. Around him, the others are waking. Many, as the fingers on two hands. Hands which would grasp and hold, hands that could break bone. For many moons they had gotten first of the meat, and freshest of the water. Each night they had run as one among the trees. They had carried stone and killed beasts. Till three nights ago, when they were called. Three nights ago, when the forest grew still and the shadows spoke to him. Three nights ago, when the Batak Varr had demanded the Hunt. Three night ago, when his own scream had sounded and the darkness had moved. Three nights ago, when he became Unbound. The last light is fading and he feels the Varr stirring in him. The soreness and fatigue are draining from his body as if washed away by rain. The heat is nothing but a sheen of sweat on his skin. Around him the forest comes alive, trees and beast tell of long lost lives, the air whispers secrets. The others are also standing, and they all start moving fleet of foot through the sparse undergrowth, guided by the urge inside them. The forest seems to be trembling with him, the roots and vines moving almost imperceptivity. Leafs appear to curl as if wanting to touch. He sees all as if by full light of the moons. Then suddenly a scent reaches him, faint but powerful. It pulls at him, tearing at his insides. His body tenses. Nearby, a stream snakes its way amidst rocks and fallen leafs. It is the scent of his quarry, his heart is beating like an animal in his chest and he feels himself grow hard against the hide around his waist. The Hunters howl and theyre running.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Sharub was kneeling in line with thecother womens and girls of the tribe, pestling roots and seeds to be cooked for the tribe in the evening, while the hunters and the mens rested on thevother side of the covered hut. She forgot about her afternoon thoughts about the old chant and her fears of being a sort of true fact, forgotten by other tribes or simply... killed before further spread its truth across the jungle, but an howl in the distance made her stop her pestling, taising her head like an alarmed suricate, eyes wide open in fear, looking at the forest, now appearing as homogeneus black fog moving with the breeze few meters away from the last hut. The others villagers heard the howling coming from the jungle but they payed no attenction the jungle is full of beasts emitting the most curious of howls and noises, and if ever, the fire burning in the center of the village will keep them far way, and soon they all resumed their tasks. Even Sharub, but her eyes remained wary on the jungle for a few moments before returning to pestle the radishes in the bowl in front of her.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Leafs and branches flit past as he sped through the undergrowth. The foliage breathing a nightly damp. A flash of fur as a startled animal scurried out of his way, for a moment he could see the fear in its beady eyes. Then, Kharu saw an orange glow filtering through the brush. Ahead, a fire cast long shadows towards him. He and the other Hunters slowed and moved into a crouch. The rush in his blood calmed, he felt focussed and highly alert. The group spread out predators on the prowl. Silently they stepped closer to the firelight. Through the branches he could discern he silhouettes of several huts. After the nightly forest, it scene was almost bright as day to his feverish vision. Quiet as death they moved closer until crouching at the edge of the trees. The jungle his ally, the darkness his friend. From where he was hidden among the broad leafs Kharu looked at the large hut where the villagers sat huddled together. The sides of the hut where open to the air and he could discern the men, bare-chested and with their backs towards him. Their spears leaned against the huts support beams. Voices drifted towards him. Incomprehensible sounds to him, but they seemed unconcerned. A child wandered from the hut to the fire, tossing something into the flames. On the other side of the large hut, facing him, women were busily preparing foodstuffs in large bowls. Pounding mortar and pestle. One of them caught his eye. Her long black hair obscuring her face for a moment. However, even across the distance he could see her breasts move under their top as she worked the mortar, her necklace of seeds and pieces of bone dancing, the muscles in her arms visible from the effort. And he felt what had fired him at the stream. His legs are poised to spring, the tendons in his hands strained, and his whole body trembling with anticipation. Would she look, and would she know what was coming
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Sharub was nervous. She felt something, but she feared to alarm her whole tribe for a mere thought of an unmarried thus not wise girl about an old chant. A chant that is surely and certainly nothing but an ancient tale to scare people if the beasts prowling and lurking in the jungle. She felt observed. She sensed the eyes of something. Several eyes from the darkness observing the village from the obscuring darkness of the jungle. She tried to see, but the firelight, so vivid in front of her blindened her gaze from whever could be hiding meters away from the hut. She stood up, the woman at her side asked if something was wrong. I think there's an animal there... said Sharub without moving ger eyes from the darkness i'll go scarying him away... to which the woman nodded and resumed pestling. Sharub strode trough the hut, without that others cared or noticed her presence. She grabbed a little tree branch still flaming and moved to the area where she sensed something . With the torchlike branch in front of her, she moved into the darkness trying to gocus on whichever movement or noise. Until she found, within the leafs of a bush, two flaming yellow eyes... She moved nearer, making little noises to scare the critter away. But nothing happened. Those two yellow gems stated in her direction. Step after step, she moved near... probably too near... until she saw to whom those eyes belonged to...
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

The woman had looked and Kharu felt rooted. Shed searched the darkness and he was sure she saw him. Then shed gotten up and, taking a flaming branch from the fire, moved towards him. His union with the Varr had enhanced his vision. The whole scene was as by the light of all the moons. The fire she held seemed to spread light like a liquid. The bright yellow radiance flowing thick over her young shapely body. As was walking towards him he felt as if the flames he sprung and set his own body ablaze. Then, as she came closer, he could see her face. And her eyes were a depth he felt to the need to leap into. She was getting even closer, as and offering to the spirit that housed in him. The rites would be performed and Kharu would have her. Now, she sees! Close enough for him to touch her. But something restrained him. Instead of pouncing on her, Kharu stands. Emerging from the brush, at his full length hes a head taller then she is. The muscles of his torso are well defined in the light of the torch. Veins stand out on his arms, his hands at his sides. The knife and rope within easy reach. The dark mask, featureless but for the ember glow of his otherworldy eyes.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

As the creature crouched in the bushes stood up, she followed its gleaming eyes with hers. Petrified. ...the chants are true... murmured her, her words an uniteligible noise, as she witnessed the inhuman sparkling in its eyes. Sharub, like if awakened by an hypnotizing sight leaped backward and yelled, alarmimg the tribe. She heard the chant for years and year knowing well what the chant told about and for nothing in the workd she would have allowed such a story to repeat itself. Not on her tribe. Not on her family. Her alarm called immediately the attenction of the small village, making the warriors to grab their spears and run where they heard the yell. Sharub was still far away in the darkness, the beast could grab her without problem in a fraction of a second, making thinking the tribe that a beast claimed the life of the young Sharub to feast upon or wait for the tribesmens to see what's happening, opening hunt season and sating the jungle's bloodthirst.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Time seemed to have slowed to a trickle. As the woman screamed, Kharu had felt a ripple move through the jungle to his sides. His hand moved at his side. The other Hunters leaped from their hidings, the white of their bone blades bright in his vision. The alarmed village men scrambling for their spears. Kharu did not charge with them. For his quarry was right in front of him, terror-struck and turning to run. He moved fast. Grabbing her around her waist with his left arm as she turned, while simultaneously pushing her forward and down. She hid the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her, and he was immediately on top of her. All in one movement he took the vine rope from his side and bound her arms behind her back, with the loop it held. All in a haze, he looked up, and saw one of the others leaping onto a village man. The man missed with his spear and a spray of blood arched out from his body where the bone blade of the Hunter had sliced through his throat. All across the village silhouettes ran, and screams sounded. Kharu look down at his catch, the piece of cloth covering her backside had moved up, her legs slightly apart, and the sight made him rock hard. His throbbing cock restrained and bulging against the hide around his waist. He could have her now. However, the elders forbade it. The rites of passage had to be performed and the chants to be sung. He will have her then. It was his catch, he would be first. He took her around the waist and lifted her of the ground. Kharu glanced at the village, saw bodies mangled and sprawled among the huts. He saw several of his fellow hunters hunched over village women, securing a quarry of their own. There was still killing being done, but Kharu turned and strode back into the jungle. Back into the livid darkness. He had not bloodied his blade, but he had found a fine recipient for his seed.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Sharu was turning away from the jungle's demon as she saw a glance of the one near her immediately, from the darkness exited several shadows like him, striding toward the village with a sure pace, like they saw in the night. Sharub did the first step of her attempted lifesaving run but she felt his arms grabbing hef waist, holding her and pushing forward It was a no-match for her to withstand his strenght, easily loosing balance and falling on the ground. kaaaah! screamed her as her lungs impacted with the unclement earth. Sharub had not the time to move, to try to get up again that the demon was on her, his strong legs on her sides, pinning her. She expected his teeths to tore her throat apart,feasting with her flesh, she would then meet her parents in the skies together with their ancestors...instead she felt his strong hands finding hers, painfully moving her arms backward. The beast was capturing her just as she saw her hunter friends doing with their catches. Horror struck her in her hert as she saw, crushed beneath her capturing demon, the beasts to overwhelm her friends... her tribe... her family... with ease. Cutting throats, and slashing through their flesh. The blood of her kind drenching Mother Earth. Her ears almost deaf, filled with the screams of pain of the hunters and terror of their wives and the other maidens. Tears trickled down her cheecks as she witnessed the chants to repeat themselves, with anothet village destroyed in the night... Sharub felt her arms painfully tied to her back with vines when she felt herself truly unable to move, an hand grabbed her from the waist, lifting her up without the slightest toil. Before being dragged into the darkness she had the last glance at her village fear and death claimed their place over it, other womens being tied and captured, tears for lost husbands, fatgers and sons. Few seconds, then darkness ate her...
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Kharu did not wait for the other Hunters. His catch slung across his broad shoulders he was moving fast trough the dark jungle. His excitement seemed shared by the other night time beasts. Loud bird calls echoed among the trees. Hissing and screeching sounds were made by scurrying scaled creatures. Luminescent bugs flitted past, like souls lost. The air was wet with the remnants of the daily heat, the whole forest feverishly alive. Kharu took it all in, savoring it. The scent of the woman intoxicating him. Her naked belly slick with sweat on his neck, her breasts pressed on his left shoulder her hips on his right. He held her arms and legs across his chest, like a killed deer. Her tears still wet on his scarred skin, they meant nothing to him. He resisted his right hand moving upward and between her legs. The rites needed to be performed. He felt the Varr as part of him and it seem the spirit too anticipated the deeds to come. As a man he had dreamed of it, but now he was Unbound dreams had left him but he was more awake and alive than ever. He would have her soon. He would be the first. His seed would carry the tribes spirit into this womans flesh and she would carry its progeny.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Sharub was lost in the darkness. Tied like an animal over its hunter's back she felt the movement only by her own bouncing over her captor's muscled shoulders and by the breeze if his run within the darkness. She stooped crying, none left in her eyes. She lost everything family, friends, hut, the tribe... and soon, due to those demons spawned by the darkest of nights, her life too. Sharub was blind in the night, windering how the demon that captured her could be able to run with such a pace in such a dark place. Her bare belly pressed against his muscled neck, sometimes brushing his hairs against her soft skin she wondered if those night-seeing demons could be of another tribe. Or even demons...but why hadn't they killed her or ate her? Running in the night, without idea of her location or any hint about her abduction she go, liike a lamb that is carried for its sacrifice. Defeated Captured Unable to move Unable to see Unable to understand
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

They sped through the night, inexhaustible, till daybreak. The Varr retreated with the first orange glow filtering through the canopy, and Kharu stumbled, his energy sapped. He was parched and the forest around him started to spin. He lowered his price to the forest floor and leaned against the nearest tree. The ember in his eyes gone, he felt sleep sucking him in. He sunk against the trees trunk. Exhausted he was struggling to stay awake. The faint morning light painted shadows on the womans body, the sight stirred him still. He caught her eyes. And then sleep took him.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Sharub lost track of the concept of time during that bight run. She felt like days passed in thise few hours. She felt sick. Not only for the soreness in her eyes, burning with unspent tears, her limbs tied tightly and kept on the chest of her capturer, her flank jumping all the night over his rocklike shoulders... she felt sickened with the whole situation. It happened so of a sudden one moment they were chanting and the moment after... death... Eventually the darkness and the void black of the night changed to bluish hues, turning alight her tired eyes that finally could have seen something again. Her eyes wandered immediately to her captor his mask concealed its features but she couldn't see anything but its black hairs and a bone kept within. The demon had walked, ran and carried her for the whole night without apparent fatigue or sireness in its movements, the Disc in the sky started to broil the land again, sprinkling its light and yellow-hued heat all over. It was then that the demon appeared to tremble and show its tiredness. With the usual ease, he lowered Sharub to the ground, she sighed as the blood started to flow in her sleepy legs and arms, her flank almost pulsating after a night of pressure and jumps. The ground felt so fresh and soft bellow her bare back, so different from the hot, sweaten and hard body of the dark one. She tried to relax a little. Deapite the difficulty of her task, she felt broken into pieces, and she wanted her energies to not fade away she could still manage to escape soon. Maybe. She started to feel the heat radiating trough the trees and splashing over her rested body. She heard a thump, tilting her head she saw her abductor leaned against the nearby treetrunk. She almost gasped as she noticed that the glowing in its eyes was gone, pondering if those creatures turns alive only in the darkness. She squirmed, trying to break free, but none of the knots that held her arms and legs tied moved. And with the same difficulty her oen limbs didn't moved as she thought to have commanded, still sore... exhausted by a night of tension. She breathed and closed her eyes as well.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Kharu woke from water trickling down his face. It ran behind the mask and he eagerly tilted his head to drink. The light of Angurs Eye still gave yellow twilight to the forest. A figure stood over him. One of the elders. Long hair in thick tresses hanging almost to her calves. Many talismans tied into it. Small animal skulls, painted beads, and feathers. Her emaciated frame wrapped in straps of hide. She was giving him water from a hollow gourd. He glanced up at her face. It was lined and creased with age, and half painted white. He looked in her cold and hard eyes that she seemed to look right into him. Turning away Kharu saw several other members of his tribe standing in a wide circle around him and his catch. A few younger men holding spears, and a few elders. And the Spirit Caller, his staff topped with a human skull painted black with yellow eye sockets, his body hung with various strips of colored hide with symbols carved into them. All their faces daubed for the rites. All where silent and staring. One of the other elder woman was giving water to the woman hed captured, who seemed to stir. Kharu slowly got up as the elder tapped him on the chest. His body felt wrecked, but after the coming of darkness the rites would have to be performed and the Varr would revitalize him, and unleash him.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Then Kharu walked up to his catch. He crouched next to her and took his bone blade from his side. With one swift slash he cut through the bonds around her legs. Her scent fired him and made him feel stronger. Standing, he pulled her up as well. The rest of the tribed had now also arived, mostly men. Carring foodstuffs and small children several tribeswomen hurried off to set camp out of sight. The remaining other hunters had also returned to the group. Several had not made it, to be reclaimed by the forest. Among those that returned a few had also gotten their caught their quarry. The other captured women. as many as the vingers on one hand, stood next to them. The clothing on some of them was torn away, leaving them naked in the midst of the tribe. The Hunters and their catch stood in the center of the group, inside an enclosure of bodies several strides accros. Everyone silent, except for the faint whimpering of the taken women. Then the spirit Caller stepped forward. And proceeded to stamping is staff on the ground, the dried seeds inside the skull on top of it rattling. He called for guidance from the Batak Varr. He brought out a spherical blue stone, and tossed it swirling. The blue orb rolled in a cirle until it abruptly came to a stop. Then the Caller became still.
Thread: A wild Hunt  (Sharub x Yondertoy)

Still knelth, her lungs burning after the coughing, she saw her abductor walking toward her, eyeing her as his hand crawled to its bone knife. Her heart skipped a beat. With her brain burning in fear, she turned her head away, looking forward. Thinking of the skies where her parents resided after their death. She was trembling. Keeping her breath. Waiting for the knife to slit her throat. Instead, she felt his hands holding her feets as the blade cut trought the vines that held her ankles together. Puzzled and surprised, she looked into the black slits of the mask as he moved her on her feets next to him. To his side, she glanced to the tribe, slowly gathering around them. She looked at their elders. So strangely clothed... and their hairs... Few minutes later, she saw, among the tribals there, her friend She'ka. She was crying. Her wrists tied together, her top tore down, leaving her breasts exposed. Sharub gulped as she saw more of her friends tied and conquered by hunters. Just like her. As Sharub thought to have seen everything, an old man of the other tribe, with its gruesome staff made of dark rattling skulls, stabbed the ground with it several times, eventually tossing a stone as blue as the bluest sky. Curiosity and nervousness in the eyes of Sharub, still near her demon and hunter, feeling his heat radiating and warming her.