Thread: Lost And Found (Ryax & Tracker)

It was a quiet evening in the forest surrounding him. The birds have all stopped chirping and turned into owls rarely hooting. The nightly darkness was but a few hours away from descending upon this part of the land and his surroundings were very slowly growing darker. This can't be happening.. I'm so lost.., he said quietly to himself, his voice trembling gently out of fear for that he would never see the light of day again once the darkness had settled. His voice turned to a bit of anger, This would never have happened if those stupid humans wouldn't have attacked me... Who is this person? This is Ryax, he is what many humans would call a simple monster, abomination, filth of nature. He was a humanoid monster of the cat species. This species of monsters was albeit a little different even among monsters and had gotten to become quite rare. His species peculiar specialty was that they eventually got pretty hungry. But not the original hunger that you would think of. They did not get hungry for food like other beings. They got hungry for sex. Strange as that sounds, this species of monsters fed on the sexual energies of other beings and had to be in contact with the being at the time for the produced energies to nurture them. His body was that of any other well taken care of human male at the age of 23 except for a few peculiarities. He had a pair of seemingly perfect bright blue eyes. His skin was gently tanned as for generations, his people had spent most of their time in the forest, but still exposed to some sun, and that had turned their skin gently tanned to protect against the suns hot rays. He had a pair of cat like ears on the top of his head, eagerly turning and twisting themselves to listen to the voices of the forest. He had a playful tail that was slowly swaying behind him, helping to keep his balance. His life in the forest, hunting, exploring, playing, feeding, had led his body to become decently muscular and toned during the years, helping him in managing to satisfying his hunger even more and easier. His hair on the top of his head is dark brown, short and messy. He didn't have much fur or hair on his body, so most of his skin was clearly exposed. The only fur he had was some facial fur, making some slight fur markings that his specific bloodline in his village had passed down in generations. Because of this lack of fur, he had to cloth himself so he would not freeze, but naturally these woods were warm during the summer times, but they could get a little chilly at night. Because of the warmth of the woods he didn't clothe himself very much. He didn't wear anything on the top of his body, but had some baggy silver-grey pants with a sash around his waist to hold them up. He also had a sword strapped to his side to defend against potential threats like predators or humans. The reason why he was out here in the deep woods, all alone, was that he had gotten very lost. Lost because of a human military scout group that had attacked him while he was out and exploring the surrounding woods, finally taking his bravery to the next level and venturing outside his villages firmly set borders in search for new sights. They had attacked him and sent him running for his life. After a while he had managed to shake them off his tail, but he had now gotten lost and couldn't find his way back home. On top of this, he hadn't been feeding for quite a while. He had though that he would have been back in his village to satisfy his hunger by now, so he had gone out on a little adventure to pass the time. But this was not the case, and he was growing hungrier by the minute. He would need a being to satisfy his hunger in order to get through the night in one piece. After a while he stopped and sighed out loudly and complainingly, staring up towards the tree tops, up into the darkening sky. What the hell am I gonna do now.. If i can't find my way back soon things are going to turn ugly.. Please help me.., he pleaded to himself, the forest and the skies above. His ears twitched as they heard a off sound close to his position. His head quickly turned to where the sound had come from, his hand grabbing the handle of his sword, ready to unsheathe for fight or ready to dash for flight. He was getting to hungry to fight anything major and flee from anything too fast. His energies had become far to low for his own comfort.