Thread: The Most Dangerous Hunt (SapphicSeductress and MAJ)

The Bay of Lorre had earned itself something of a reputation over the last few years, a picture of beauty that had wormed its way into the hearts of countless travelers looking to take in the scenery. The white beaches, the crystal waters, the massive cliffs that surrounded both. It was spoken of as an area of peace, a place where one could clear away that turmoil that clung to the mind. Even so, the beauty was fleeting. All knew of the beasts that lurked deep within the water, creatures that could tear a human limb from limb within moments. To most, to dive into the waters was a death wish. And yet, to a member of the Order of Vinto it was simply another day on the job. Magically enhanced through ancient ceremonies, and trained since they were no more than babe, each member was worth at least a dozen men. Yorna was one such person. Now, six years later, the woman could feel a slight scowl painting her lips as she dug her gloved hands into rock, teeth grit as she tried her hardest not to look down. It probably didn't help that she had so much gear weighing her down, both weaponry and foodd. Shifting her shoulder so the pack wouldn't come loose, the woman continued her way downwards...crimson eyes checking each of footholds to make sure they wouldn't crumble. She was still younger than most of the members, barely even eighteen. This would be her first 'official' mission, and it'd serve her reputation little if the end came not from glorious battle but from a broken neck. With a grunt, she'd finally land. Leather boots hit the sand with slight thump, the young woman rolling her shoulders to ease the aches that had built up during her descent. Shifting of her pack, Yorna Iose turned about...eyes trailing up the small dunes towards the expansive waters ahead. She recalled the sudden shelf only a couple feet past the water's edge, having nearly pulled her ankle upon wading in a bit too deep during a past training expedition. Past there, it was pretty much a straight shot to the ocean. There were couple of underwater caves that nature had built into the cliffs as well, though without proper equipment they were nearly impossible to reach. She didn't plan on going that deep however, the woman quite aware of how quarry would probably be out and about in the more shallow waters today. At least, hopefully that'd be the case. Making her way down the sandy expanse, the young woman would come to a stop where the water met the saand...taking a brief moment to look towards her own reflection. Long hair, as white as snow, was pulled back into a bun. Her pale features were wracked with exhaustion meanwhile, deep bags hanging from her blood-red eyes. The last couple of years had taken their toll, the young woman in the reflection still feeling like a stranger. ... Turning away, she'd loosen her pack, letting it hit the ground. She'd need to get this down before the sun went down. Pulling open the leather bag, the woman would shuffle through the contents before producing a small, tightly corked, bottle filled with a light blue liquid. A creation of the alchemists who worked for the order, normally a bottle would cost an arm and a leg. With a pop she'd open it, and with only a hint of hesitation she'd down the contents. Her nose wrinkled as the sour taste clung to her taste buds, but within seconds it was gone. Air wasn't going to be a problem now... Leaving the bag where it was, the young woman allowed both her bow and quiver to fall to the ground as well, keeping only her simply sword. She'd remove her boots as well, alongside her leather cuirass, revealing the simple tunic beneath it. Beneath the tunic, etched upon bare skin, would be what almost seemed to be a tattoo of sorts. Running along the entirety of her belly, it was the symbol of Vinto. All members of the order bore it, and even a simple peasant would be able to sense of the magic radiating from it. Bare feet pressing into the sand, the young woman would come to a stop as she reached the shelf...closing her eyes for a brief moment before bringing her hands together and diving into the waters. She dove deep, the sun turning into nothing but a shimmer. Swimming forward, a hand upon her blade, the woman's attention wandered...looking for any sign of the creature she was to hunt.