Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

The darkness seemed to swell amongst the trees, as the shifting worlds seemed to float within arms reach. Within that reach, the soft silver glow lit the narrow dirt paths winding around a small town. As soon as a beaten figure escaped to the inside of a tavern, a thin bloodied body emerged from the darkness. The faint glow of red piercing the shadows that seemed to birth an evil yet no creature wanted to engage. A set of worn leather boots gracefully stepped out into the silver streams of light, a female figure slowly revealing herself. Both intense red eyes shifted curiously over the town infront of her. A set of lightly armored arms folded across her ribs as her body began to move forward. Each step was calculated, her composure tall and demanding as each step took her closer to an old beaten down tavern. As she walked closer the air began to change, the dark tendrils from within the shadows seemed to cling to the female even as she walked within the light of the moon. The red tendrils of her hair slowly floating behind her god like figure as her heavy beaten boots began to climb the old creaking steps to the inn. The womans hand reached out, softy gripping the handle as her feminine figure came to a halt. Looking behind her the town seemed calm, the birds quiet and all small animals that remained unchanged scattered and silent within their covered homes. Turning back the red head opened the door, the wooden slab effortlessly swinging open before her. The room was already quiet, the tension building with the last several bodies to enter the door. Lamps lit the tables and torches lit around the room, creating flickering beasts along the walls. Simple and basic art decorated only a couple walls, the darkened era in which was todays life left art as a rarity only few could appreciate. Within that art, a large painted pickle pulled attention behind the check in desk. Her tall firm figure glided into the room, slipping off to a table into a far corner with an older table and several worn chairs. The woman grinned as eyes shifted between her dominant figure and the floor as people retracted uncomfortably within the stiff room. The attention of the female shifted from her surroundings to a small drop of blood crusted to an exposed piece of flesh on her chest. A taloned hand slowly rose to wipe the crusted liquid away. Scaled armor clung to her hour glass figure, covering only half of her flawless white skin. Her pants well-tailored to her frame adjusted as she sat in one of the chairs, patiently waiting for the figure she followed to descend from the upper quarters of the building. Maam you c-cant ssit there wi-without checking in. voiced a male from behind the mysterious woman. Slowly turning around the girl tilted her head curiously, her hungry eyes looking past the shrinking man. O-Or not He murmured, his body continuing to shrink away as piercing eyes remained unmoving. Oooor A soft seductive purr quietly left her mouth. Youre going to turn around and see that piece of art above the counter? She quietly asked, her seductive tone luring the man in. Y-Yes? He asked. Once the figure from upstairs comes down Her hand slyly slid up in the air, a well-groomed nail edging the ragged man to come closer. It didnt take long for the man to step forward, close enough for the woman to whisper her demands to the man. He nodded his head and a koi grin pulled along her full pink lips. Good She purred, a pleased note hanging within the air. Go now. Was all she needed to say for the man to turn around and walk away, back to the small group hed been originally mingling with. With that, the heavy steps of boots hit the stairs, each piece of wood screaming quietly as an old friend descended down into the mass. Within seconds a familiar face was within the crowd, receiving odd looks from the mortals who so foolishly hid inside. Her voice wasnt loud, the name of a once known friend hung within the air once it left her lips. Within seconds of gaining her attention, the man the creature had spoken to darted behind the main desk, grabbing the large framed piece of art. His eyes said it all He didnt want to but she had asked, and he had to act. His arms flexed and the heavy piece of art came slamming down on the employee behind the desk, the art wrapping and breaking over the keepers head. Gasps arose and then, she had created it Chaos. OOC I'll post her picture here soon, but that's her from my link.