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Thread: Witchhunt

A white witch ya say? Aye, I don't believe I've heard that one before. Conner's lips twitched up to a smile. I've never met a witch that couldn't fight. From all me run-ins wit the limey witches, ive always felt that they wanted a fight. He looked over at the witch, wondering weather or not to believe her words or not. He listened to her words, a stern look cemented to his face. He could figure this was all an act intended to distract him but he had an odd feeling that made him want to believe her. Take it easy lass. I already told ya that was wasn't goin to be hurtin ya if your willing to have a more private chat. He pushed away the food and leaned in. He folded his arms and bent forward to make sure she was paying attention to him. I'm a man that likes to know who he'll be fighting. I want information on you, every witch you know and every fucking thing even barely related to your kind so's I can do my job. He leaned back in his chair and locked eyes with her. His emotionless mask still up as he pulled out a piece of paper. I kill those whose name be placed on here. Every name has a description of the person and a few other pieces of knowledge. The only people I care about in this world is those on the list. Now lass, given all these names and all these descriptions i'm just a loss on who ya are other than the fact you be a witch. Far as i'm concerned, after you tell me what I be needing to know then you can go about your business until your name shows up on here. He placed the paper back into his coat pocket and stood up. Now lass, I believe we have a few things to discuss. He said as he walked over to her and offered his hand to her.
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A white witch is one who is strong in the elements spirit, water and air. She explained quickly. Wonderful tools for healing, but rarely used in combat. She flashed him a slightly nervous smile, and fidgeted in her seat some, trying to shrink away from him. He pulled out the papers again, his hard eyes glued onto hers, he explained exactly what it was and Teyha nodded slowly. Her face paled slightly when she realized exactly what he was asking for. The only witches and warlocks she knew were in her own family, and just thinking of them made her blood run cold. Could she.... Could she give them up? A part of her knew that any hunter would be justified in slaying her mother or brother in particular, but no matter what they had done to humans... And to her.... They were family. She refused to take his hand when she stood, lacing her arms protectively in front of her. She placed a copper on the table to tip the waitress and followed the man out. He led her to a local inn, and she pressed her lips together in agitation. Couldn't he demand to know what he wanted out in a stable, and kill her in peace? She didn't mind being slain for her species, but the idea that she might be thought of as a harlot in her last moments on Earth.... That bothered her. Conner paid for the room, and the innkeeper flashed her an odd look, a deep frown on his lined face when he didn't see a wedding band on her slender finger. 'Do you think he'd approve more if he knew you were a witch?' Her inner voice scolded loudly, and she huffed in agitation to it. It got her moving though, and she followed the hunter up to the room, waiting as he unlocked the door, and gestured for her to enter. She stood awkwardly just inside the room, feeling insecure locked in a room with only a large bed, and a hunter who despised her kind. I'm sorry. She said when he faced her, dipping her head low. She trembled for a brief moment before raising her eyes, and meeting Conners, a determined and stubborn look on her face. I don't have any information to give you.
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Ya don't say, do ya lass? Conner said with a tinge of bordem in his voice. He pulled out his dagger and stabbed it with great force into the empty dresser. The handle sticking straight up as a glint of light reflected off the blade. I believe your familiar with it. He said referring to the dagger. This one weapon has ended more witches than the entire church. I don't mind using it, but I will if I have to. He said with a look of seriousness. Now lass, I know you don't want to be feeling the sharp end of this blade but your going to have to tell me something. He told her as he looked at her. I don't care what you tell me, but tell me something. I really don't want to have to force it outta ya. He said as he wriggled it out of the wood. He walked over the the bed and sat down. He began to inspect the dagger, cleaning it with his shirt. Your a white witch ya told me. Where do ya hail from? Want's your family like? Do any of them have a reason to be on me list? He asked as he looked up at her. He didn't want to use intimidation to get information but he needed to know as much about these witches and warlocks. He knew that she had information that could be helpful, he just didn't know what it was. Do you know how many I've killed? How many time I've watched as they laid on the ground bleeding to death while i stood over their body? I couldn't tell ya lass, I've lost count. He stared into her eyes, his expression very serious. If you don't want to jump right into it we can start small, but we have to be startin somewhere. He looked her over and began to speak. What's your name? He asked as he set the dagger down next to him, giving her all his attention.
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The dull sound of the dagger striking wood made Teyha jump slightly, but she steeled herself against his words. She couldn't trust the hunter to be anything but a hunter, and she didn't believe she would leave the room alive either way. He didn't even pretend to have reservations about killing her were she stood. He saw her as nothing more than a threat to be eliminated, and he would crush her if he had the chance. She stiffened when he asked about her family, and immediately her expression darkened. They had every right to be on his list, at least in her mind. Her brother was a sadist, a sociopath who used his powers to force himself upon human women. When she was younger he had tried similar to her, and she only had enough strength to barely protect herself time and again. She warned her mother, but the woman would only punish her for spreading slander... It became a horrid enough situation that she ran altogether, lacking the power to do anything more. She shivered once, and leaned against the door. I have no connection with my family. She told him sharply when she returned to her senses. Nor do I care to know how many of my kind you have slain. I told you once, I do not expect you will allow me to leave this room alive. She crossed her arms tighter, pulling her eyes away from his. But I suppose there's no harm in knowing my name. I am Teyha Lockra.
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Conner's brow quirked a bit at her name. Lockra ya say? Now that can't be right. I happen to have a Lockra on my list. Does the name Bradyn sound familiar to ya? I'd really like to meet the man. Top o' the this don't cha know. He said as he pulled out the list to read it over. My my, he's done some downright bad things. Church be offering 40 if he still be alive. Conner put away the paper and stood up. I understand your feeling towards me. You don't trust me and I don't trust you. However I am a man of his word and I can give you my word that I won't be the one to kill ya if you tell me what i need to know. He said as he walked closer to her. But I will tell you thing will be getting alot worse if you don't tell me what i want to know. He stood inches away from her, his tall frame leaning over her. Now, what is your brother capable of and where might he be hiding? He asked as he continued to look down at her. He reached a hand into his pocket and felt the collar in his hand. He didn't want to use it but if things didn't progress faster he might be inclined to. Aye, what'll it be lass. Me words the best i can do for ya and me word is the only thing i have left in the world. He said with a slight look of pleading in his green eyes.
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Teyha froze when he named her brother without any hesitation. Her eyes widened slightly, and her face paled again, turning ghostly white as he stared at her with a raised brow. She didn't know that he would be on his list... As far as she was aware her mother kept them both under the watchful eyes of the church, hiding his actions to keep him safe. Something must have happened after she ran, to reveal his true nature to those who hunt witches. Conner stood, and Teyha pressed herself against the door. Her hand shot out to grab the knob, and she fumbled in an attempt to escape, but it was already securely locked, and there was no way out for her. Soon he was mere inches away, his frame towering over her. She shrunk away from him some, looking even smaller as she tried desperately to put some space between them. She arms crossed over her chest again, this time holding herself securely as her breath quickened in terror. She didn't notice his hand reaching down to grasp the collar, only how close he was to her. A familiar fear gripped her, the aggression she felt from him so similar... How he stood over her... Her stomach tossed as a feeling of nausea washed over her. I have nothing to do with him! She said loudly, and raises her arms as if to fend the man off. I don't know where he is!
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Conner sighed aloud. I'm sorry lass, but you brought it on yerself. He said as he quickly pulled out the collar and slapped it on her in one motion. He stepped back as he watched the magic surge from the collar into Teyha's body. The magic bending her will to do whatever he wanted. Conner watched as the collar did it's thing. He didn't want to use it but he had to if he wanted to get information. He felt sorry for her because the only way to remove the collar was to remove the witches head. Now that you be feeling more obedient, i say it's bout time i got some answers. He said as he walked over to her. The magic caused her to collapse. He stood over her and picked her up. Now then, where'd ya say your brother was? He demanded more than ask. Conner needed to know everything about this warlock if he was going to fight him and win. Conner looked at Teyha and a strange feeling of guilt hit him. He was beginning to regret his decision but it was too late now, the collar was on. He let out a sigh and convinced himself that it was for the greater good. After all she was just a witch. Conner's face was still stern and impassive. He had to do alot of low things in order to survive and this was just another notch to add on.
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The hunter sighed, and Teyha peeked over her arms, her eyes wide and frightened. Before she could say another word, he raised his hand and snapped the collar over her in one quick motion. She gasped as the magic of the collar surged through her. For a moment her vision went fuzzy, and every muscle in her body tightened before a wave of dizziness passed over her, and she crumbled to the floor. Conner simply picked her up, and gathered her into his arms, demanding an answer to his questions. I don't know. She repeated through gritted teeth. She clenched her eyes shut and trembled in his arms, the collar forcing her to tell more. I ran from my family five months ago, the lived just south of Kihsakke, but I heard they moved, and I didn't bother to learn where. It was then that she seemed to really realize what had happened. Her eyes grew wide, and her face paled considerably. Conner shoved her onto the bed, and she curled up, sobbing loudly. I have no hope now. She yelled, raising a hand to strike the mattress, but the collar caught the action short, and she screamed in pain as it protested any act of violence at all. To get your collar back, I must die... and even if you released me I'd be seen as a witch whereever I go. There is no hope for me.. And for what?! She pushed herself up on her arms, trembling in strain, still unused to the magic of his charm. I tried to stop my brother! I failed! He... He did horrible things to me as well. She ducked her head, trying to shake the feeling of neasea that washed over her as memories surfaced again, things she tried to forget. Things the collar forced her to reveal now. He did horrid things to me. He forces himself upon women... Only my magic protected me and those around me... But I... I'm not strong enough to stop him... Every time I attempted I would be punished, and blame shifted onto me... I was helpless.... So I ran... She sat in silence more a moment, her shoulder shaking. I am damned to hell for sins that are not my own.
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Conner sighed to himself as he sat down on the bed. He went threw so much to get the information he needed and it had all turned out to be useless. He wanted to be sympathetic to the witch but she was still just a witch to him. He ran a hand through his hair and tugged on the back of his head out of frustration. What was he going to do now? The collar was on her and it wasn't coming off anytime soon. He had put himself in quite a mess. He looked over at Teyha with a slightly irritated look. He noticed she was shaking and seemed to be just as emotionally unstable as him but in a different way. Conner didn't even know witches felt anything besides hate. This was a new experience for him and he wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Whatever happens now, he's stuck with her forever. Usually when Conner used the collar he would get the information he needed and then would just kill the witch to get it back. He felt different however, he didn't want to kill this witch. Still unsure of his feeling towards the witch he decided to handle the situation at hand before things got anymore stressful. Aye lass, your coming with me. We are going to find your brother and we'll start at the place you ran away from. Get yer things, we're moving. He said coldly as he made sure he had all his items and proceeded to walk out. He didn't bother looking back, he knew she was following him, she had to.
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There wasnt anything more that Teyha could say right then. Her shoulders shook slightly as she huddled over on the bed, but she couldnt even have that comfort to herself. Conner sat down briefly, ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed. She watched him quietly out the corner of her eye as he glared at her, a look of frustration and hate that struck her to the bone. He ordered her to her feet, and she tried to fight against it, giving low sounds of protest as she struggled not to follow. The collar did not let the bit of disobedience last, and no sooner had she begun fighting than she was struck to the bone in horrid pain. She tumbled from the bed, falling onto a heap on the floor, and the collar kept pulling, half dragging her to follow Conner. She rose hastily to her feet, and scrambled to grab her things. Conner was already out the door as she came stumbling behind him, cloak in one hand, and her bag in the other. She tied the cloak around her neck, hiding the collar from any curious eyes, and leveled a glare at Conner, her voice dropping. I dont kill, and I dont assist others in murder. She hissed. Whatever I think Bradyn deserves. She shook her head slightly, knowing that a part of her did think it was what her brother deserved. She reached out and grabbed his arm, only allowed because she didnt wish to harm him, only stall him. You have no use for me, and as soon as someone sees the collar I will be killed. Why force me to help in the murder of my own brother? End it now. I am dead now either way. The difference being whether I am taken quickly by your blade. Or slowly over a small fire while a crowd watches me burn.
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Conner walked trying to clear his jumbled head. So many problems and thoughts surging through his brain. He was snapped back into reality by hand tugging on his arm. He looked back to see Teyha pleading her case to him. She had a point, that collar had marked her now and she would be prosecuted and executed before getting two miles within a church. He looked into her eyes with a face of pure discontent. Listen lass, that's my collar around yer pretty neck and I'm not going to let it get burned in a fire. Your mine now and it doesn't matter that neither of us like it, thats how it is. He told her with a stern voice. You were dead the moment you were born a witch and my profession isn't much better for my health. One of us will die but until that moment approaches we are stuck with each other and the faster you come to terms wit it the faster we be getting tings done. He told her as he yanked his arm away from her and continued to walk out of the inn. He looked back to see her behind him. Now then, where ya from? He demanded more than asked. If he was going to find any clues about Brayden's whereabouts it'll be at his former home. He pushed the collar issue out of his head for the moment. He needed to take care of things one at a time. First he would kill Brayden and then he would worry about the collar and the witch that wears it.
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The hunter didnt seem to care about her or the emotional state she was in. Didnt he realize that following a hunter would draw suspicion? Eyes would go to her neck, searching for the collar that would mark her as a witch, and she couldnt even try to hide the device with magic, or his bloodstone would activate. There was no way for her to survive this. I am not a monster. She told him lowly. You humans have such convenient memories of events. She let that hang in the air a moment as he walked again and she followed. You remember the black witches, the dark magic users who slay humans and call on demonic powers. You remember that they rules over this land not but four decades past But you forget that white witches were enslaves beside humans. She dipped her voice lower, and shot him a sideways glance. You forget how white witches created these collars, enchanted your weapons and stones, and gave you the tools to hunt our kind. She gestured down to his sword absently. And now you kill without discrimination. She sighed, having stalled long enough on answering his question. The collar burned slightly, reminding her she had to obey. My family originated north, near Grimsre. She muttered, annoyed that she didnt even have the freedom to speak freely anymore. He will kill you. She told him quietly. He is easy to under estimate, and powerful. One of the most powerful black warlocks I have heard of. He lacks control, and focus, but his brute force is unmatched. You are bringing us both in to be killed.
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Oh don't go sayin that now, I haven't met a witch or warlock that I couldn't trash. Conner said lightly. They walked out of the town without a fuss and had made it on the trail to the north. Grimsre ya say? It's been awhile since I'd been there. Conner looked over at Teyha as they walked. The look of disdain clear on her face. He was feeling pretty bad over the incident with the collar. Still, Conner was sure that it was a necessary action. He had heard her speech earlier about the differences between witches. He felt it was heartfelt but he still felt uncertain about witches, his past not allowing him to let down his guard around a witch. So what do ya like to do since your not one of these broom riding whores that love a good fight? He asked her. Even though he was on edge around her he felt a little compelled to get to know her. If she was indeed a good witch that doesn't want to kill all humans then he wanted to know what made her tick. They walked on the beaten path entering a small forest of trees. He knew it would be quite a journey to Grimsre. The land was very big and traverse and full of wonder and amazement Though beautiful as it was there were it's dangers. Many beings and species that roam the wild plains out for blood. Witches wern't the only threat to humans out there. It was a non-discriminatory war on everything to determine the better species. Conner had met alot of them and killed plenty. Conner looked away from the trail back at Teyha, his attention focused on the collar. He wondered to himself if death was the only way to break the forged bond of ownership. He could barely remember the rumors and stories he had heard amongst other hunters on ways to use the witches magics and manipulate them in different ways. Conner never really relied on magic though, he was more about cunning and strategy. He wanted to be ten steps ahead of all opponents.
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There was nothing more that Teyha could say to the hunter to change him mind. Obviously he had his reasons for hating her species, and as much as she believed she was different from those he hunted, she knew a few powerful words would not heal his wounds. Action, if he allowed them... But that brought the question of would he? Would Be take her to the next village before he decided to take back his collar and leave her for dead? Or would he simply allow him to trail after him for a few weeks, until some human noticed the collar, and he killed her out of pity? She pondered this as he led her from the village, leading her back to Grimsre again. She honestly, completely, hated that place. If it weren't for the power of the accursed collar wrapped 'round her throat, she would not tolerate returning at all. Worst, it seemed she would have to suffer through the hunters accusations the entire trip. I am a white. She repeated, sounding somewhat annoyed of repeating it. With my powers I am a skilled healer. I'm trained in potion making to tend to injuries, and the location and use of medical herbs. She stretched slightly as they walked, listening carefully to the forest, and the sounds of the animals that wandered through it. It's how I discovered I'm a witch. She said with a small, slightly depressive laugh. I hit my thirteenth birthday and there was no power. Nor on my fourteenth. My mother drilled me on embracing the source almost daily for two years, and then gave up, thinking I didn't have a gift for it. Magic can't be taught to mortals. She shrugged slightly, her brows coming together for a moment as she remembered the day she realized she was a spellcaster. It happened that local children where picking on a cat. They heard a rumor that swinging a dead cat in a cemetery by it's tail would ward off bad spirits. None of the boys wanted to swing about the maggoty corpse they found, so they grabbed a young mitten, and swung it high and hard... Then released. She took in a breath, shaking her head in disgust. The poor thing hit a tombstone and cracked several bones. I brought it hope. My mother is a black witch, she has no skill in healing... But I did. Without knowing it I reached magic tending to that kitten. Instinct works just as strongly with magic as anything else, and without knowing any spells... A bungled through a healing.
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Conner listened to the story. It was quite interesting to him. The healing of injuries could become very useful on the journey. I've always been more of a dog fella myself. he said lightly. He looked around at the surrounding area, the trees had grown in numbers and was quickly becoming a dense forest. Conner wasn't too worried though, he was a witch hunter after all. Conner's ear attuned ti the sound of what he could best figure as hooves. It was near but wasn't showing itself just yet. Aye, you noticing that too? He nudged to Tehya. He figured since she was a witch she would also notice the presence of a creature. Conner stood on guard, his hand grazing the handle of his dagger. He was ready to attack if needed. Suddenly, the path cleared up and they were in a small clearing in the forest. The ground beaten to nothing but dirt. It resembled a battle ground, a ring of violence. Conner turned to see a beast roughly eight foot tall with what looked like a pair of got legs. The upper body wasn't quite a man nor a beast. Protruding from it's skull were huge bull horns. This thing did look to pleased either. Conner looked over at Tehya Ya sure you don't be knowing any fighting? He asked before taking out his dagger.