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Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

Chaos erupted in the small inn, some flinging themselves at the exit, others rushing to add the woman behind the desk stuck in a painting, and one or two taking the opportunity to cause a brawl. Humans, Vale thought pathetically, her reddened iris' scanning the crowd. She pulled the cloth covering her mouth farther up her nose. With chaos like this, being unique wasn't an advantage. If any of these drunken fools suspected she was any kind of beast their testosterone filled panic would turn on her. Likely, trample her too. The only exit door burst open and people began filing out, mostly shoving and pushing one another to get ahead. The quiet town turned noisy as people spilled into the streets, either returning home, or looking for a woman to fuck. Neither interested Valeraine, but she knew the woman in the far corner, Searrinna, was lapping it up like a puppy. Vaguely she considered ignoring the other demon, but Vale was a creature of curiosity as Searrinna was one of chaos. Crossing her pale arms across her chest she strolled confidently over to the table, plunking herself down and stealing a half filled beer mug from the next table over. Five minutes, Valeraine spat, draining the alcohol, Five minutes before this bar refills with an angry mob, and I don't want to be here when it does. I just got fresh blood off my being. The trees whipped past him as he ran, his feet gracefully dodging ever root or stone trying to trip him. His speed was unmatched wind slapped his face as he rushed through the forest, able to outrun most beasts that inhabited the woods. Xael stopped short of a small clearing that cut into his path. In the middle of the clearing was a tiny hut, not big enough for more than two people. Smoke billowed from its chimney, telling him that someone was home. Caution took over, and he stepped stealthy towards the cabin, his golden eyes scanning for any traps or signs of trouble. As he neared the first window he caught sight of movement. Inside, a cloaked figure was bent over a small wooden table. His nose picked up the scent of blood. Too much blood. Enough to kill a mortal, as he suspected. Sure enough, as he moved around the backside of the hut he found two bodies lying over one another, a shovel beside them to be buried. Whoever was inside was either responsible, or knew who was. Logic told him to continue on and leave this matter to someone else, since none of this concerned or inflicted him. Walking around the bodies, he continued his silent steps towards the treeline. He was within feet of the shadowed forest when his ears picked up the sound of a door opening, and the soft footsteps of someone coming outside into his line of sight.
Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

A darkened grin pulled at Searrinnas lips. Her head shifted slightly as Valeraine made her way towards the evil creature. 5 Minutes is enough to feed me. The innocence rung within her seductive voice. Her eyes seemed to sweep around her before focusing on the armored woman before her. Searrinnas thin figure leaned back within her seat, her eyes moving from her company to her nails, each finger clicking against the next. Worried about only a couple humans? She asked, her attention still on her perfect nails. Within the background the shuffles and loud remarks of villagers softly hummed as the two woman sat quietly in a back corner. Suddenly her eyes shifted up and a thought processed. Your worried rumors will spread from this village to the Cleansed City arent you? Her words edged along a more serious side of the demon. Within these times, having the largest city against you left you with little contracts and more casualties then normal. Normally it wasnt an issue, but this town was close enough to spread word to the main city of the region. The woman tilted her head in the opposite direction, her fine eyebrows lifting as her eyes examined the other woman. Searrinna shifted up, her casual non-nonchalant composure turning into a more serious curiosity. The redheaded demon tapped her nails against one another as she waited impatiently for an answer. OOCStill working on Lunar's.... too.... For now is her link A fowl odor entered her nose, then followed by the silent sound of feet cautiously making their way around the small clearing. The girl quietly bit the corner of her lip as she watched a cloaked man slowly strip the flesh from a once living body along a table in the main room. Towards the back of the room the girl groggily wiggled, attempting to regain control of her own muscles. Every minute she sat quietly and helplessly she could feel each nerve begin to slowly come back to life. While most of her body still slumbered, the other small portion in which she had regained control remained in agony. Her clothes had been stripped, a set of shackles bound her wrists and ankles together, leaving the small creature in a bloodied lump within a small cage. Her hair matted and bloodied clung to her soft moonlike skin, while her body remained torn and shredded from a fight in which shed been out numbered. Both silver molten eyes watched silently as the creature continued to strip the being not far from where she laid. The blood pooled around the floor, and mixed into the pool of her own crimson liquid. But as soon as the scent was there it had faded, the being wandering by had passed. As soon as she thought she was alone again with the man, the hooded figure had lifted its head. As soon as the scent disappeared, so had the hooded figure, the soft click of the door proving his exit of the small home.
Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

A town thats going to soon be overrun. You know large masss attract the beasts. Searrinnas voice purred as her body leaned back into the worn wooden seat. On that note, with the rich living within the walls of the Cleansed city, once a beast had surpassed the main walls, it left nothing but a slaughter house within. They defiantly can Specially when they find out their hunters arent human. Searrinnas tone darkened, a spark lighting within the eyes of the seductive demon. Hunting has nothing to do with me. But when theres a certain hunter out there, it becomes my business. Her voice seemed to drop an octive as Searrinnas eyes connected with Valeraines. The demon watched the girls reaction, pointed teeth didnt faze her. Slowly the demons hand slid down her leg and hung beside her, her hand twisting and churning the air below her both smoothly and slowly. With each motion the darkness seemed to build within their corner, blowing out the small torch only several feet from them along with the lamp on the table. atleast I get laid Vale, now Youre going to answer a couple questions. If you do so quick enough Ill let you be before the mob comes. The game was over for her. On that note it almost seemed like the mortals within the room caught the darkness, quickly leaving the room to attend to other tasks. Im looking for a man. One of which is half Angel Half Demon. She paused for a moment, seemingly tasting the air before returning to her statement. And its rumored you spoke with him last. Searrinnas eyes didnt waver for a second as she awaited an answer. Movement was slowly becoming more and more possible. The creature in which had tranqued her gone within the sounds of sparring outside. Pain seized her chest yet again, her teeth seeming to grow and sharpen amidst the process. Suddenly it had stopped, Lunars ears twitched as the smell of fresh blood and burning flesh pierced her nose. The girls head moved back only slightly, the blood fueling a deeper desire within her. After what felt like an eternity, the front door opened. A tall figure quickly scattering into the small home, the fresh smell of blood tightening the girls stomach. Both of Lunars large silver eyes darted to the figure, a deep snarl beginning to rumble within her bloodied chest. As she stared at the man, she could feel the heated embrace of her inner beast begin to take control. She was defenseless, wounded, and unable to move, leaving the girl at the whims of the man before her.
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It wasn't like her to say this much. Valeraine normally remained quiet on all matters, and she'd already spoken more than enough to Searrinna. Even as the other demon used magic to make their corner darker, Valeraine casting her eyes towards the door, watching the last of the patrons leaving, and wishing she could join them. I get laid, she growled, not turning back to Searrinna and not elaborating. As she hinted about Eli, Valeraine stiffened, pulling the scarf back up her face. This is what she wants. Elijah. I should've left. I have't seen him in weeks, she lied smoothly, And I do not keep track of his. He is no pet of mine. Good luck in your search. Standing up, she quickly fled the inn, beelining it into the trees before any soul saw her. Once shrouded in cover she slowed her pace to a walk, turning her sights northbound, towards Cleansed City. His ears caught the sound of breathing before his eyes landed on the naked girl locked in a cage. Xael's first reaction was to be wary -there were no good reasons to be locked up- and then concerned. Stepping towards her, he put on a soft smile and bent to her eye level, trying not to alarm or startle her. Do you want out? he asked simply.
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The crowd seemed slightly louder than normal men fumbled drunk around the tavern while woman disgustingly shoved them away. While only few walked away with a lady on their arm, others where forced to hang their head. A figure shook his head, a large leather hood hiding his face from the world around him. His tattooed hand grasped a small cup, filled with an amber like liquid. Slowly the mysterious figure lifted the drink to a shaded face while his ears twitched with every conversation going on around him. Admist the crowd, he could hear a familiar voice echoing disgust. His head turned ever so slightly, picking up on the conversation between a girl and a drunken man. Normally hed just listen and laugh no matter the circumstance, but in this case someone could end up dead. If anyone ended up dead, it didnt work out well for him. Standing, his 66 form loomed over the bar, his arms resting to his side as his cloak engulfed the rest of his well built form. His heavy boots clunked against the wood, each grain screaming with his weight as the man made his way across the room. Within only a couple steps the hooded figure was at the table, a hand reaching up to grab the drunken mortal. His arm only slightly moved as the figure was swiftly lifted off his feet, the hooded man pulling the man up to look at his shadowed face. The lady said leave. If you dont understand this youll be in a dumpster eating with the rats real quick. The voice was low and unmoving, a deep bitterness underlining his masculine voice. As soon as he had picked up the figure, had the man hit the floor, his hands and feet scrambling to move away from the malicious man. Next time, dont even look his way Ash. The deep voice instructed, his piercing emerald eyes watching the girl. She still couldnt feel her legs or arms. The feeling had only just started coming back to her shoulders chest and neck. While he asked her to move she just continued to watch. Between the heavy binds to her wrists and ankles, and the toxin shed been injected with moving voluntarily wasnt an option. Her tooth sank deeper into her soft flesh, leaving blood to trickle down her lip and fill her dry mouth. She couldnt speak still. But she could sense his hesitation. Even the beasts desire to be free was strong enough to allow the growling to rumble down to a soft grunt within her chest. Her eyes closed and a soft puff flew out of her nostrils. Slowly the beast was withdrawing, knowing for the time it wasnt needed. Her heart fluttered and her mouth slowly opened, her bloodied pointed teeth standing out against the faint pink of her bloodless lips. C-C-Cant. Her words softly stuttered. While usually her words where strong, she herself wasnt strong enough to even talk.
Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

C-c-can't. Her voice was dry and forced, like just the word took all her strength. Xael's unbeating heart softened and he moved once again closer to the cage, kneeling to get a better look at her predicament. Gently he swept his hand down her closest arm, feeling her icy skin. His fingers grasped the binds he hadn't seen before and his free hand drew out a knife, slicing threw her bonds with ease. He did the same to her ankles, careful not to touch anywhere that would make her uncomfortable. I'm sorry, he murmured, gathering her in his arms and pulling her out of the cage, gently lifting her and setting her down on the bare mattress in the hut. Xael lay her on her side, then pulled his cloak off and set it over her, to give her some decency. While she rested he did his best to clean up, throwing the half eaten flesh on the table out the window for the wolves to eat at night, and mopping up the blood around the hut with whatever sheets he could find, until the hut didn't reek as heavy as it had minutes before. Any better? he asked, returning to the slender girl lying on the mattress. Pulling the only chair towards where she lay, he sat and waited, stubborn to learn how she had found herself in such a predicament. Ashlin looked up, shocked the stranger knew her name, Because I asked for his drunk attention. How do you know my name? Her violet eyes narrowed, trying to see under the hood that shielded his face. The only feature she could discern was his emerald green eyes. Those eyes sparked a delicious memory, and a cautious smile stretched her rosy lips. The last time she had seen those eyes they were skimming her naked body as she lay next to him in some forgettable inn, feeding him grapes with her fingers, one by one. The memory turned bittersweet as she remembered what happened after and her smiled faltered. Elijah? She gestured to the now empty stool as a barmaid scuttled past him and served her meal and a glass of wine, How did you find me?
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Vale heard the sounds of shackles behind her and quickened her pace. She knew there was a handful of beasts it could be, all of which would hinder her progress. Searrinna would be on her trail, if she wasn't already. Quicken it up, she ordered herself, stepping up her pace another notch, so her muscles began to ache. Behind her the sounds were fading, getting farther off. Cleansed City was getting closer and closer. Briefly she considered changing course Elijah could figure it out himself. But she could here the sneering words from the smug asshole when he found out she didn't tip him off. So she continued forward, annoyed but determined. Why? Xael could see her struggle with the single word and felt a twinge of guilt for pushing her to speak. Her question, he assumed, was directed to why he was being helpful. For that, he always had an answer. Most people see a vampire and think 'emotionless, bloodthirsty, or dead'. I am none of the three and intend to prove it however I can. I feel as any other does. I felt anger seeing you locked up, and sympathy for your wounds. I am not bloodthirsty -I need only drink once a month, and the smell does not affect me. And I'm certainly not dead, as I am sitting here talking to you, angel. He paused, watching her process her words slowly, as if even her brain was healing. He wondered how much damage had been done, but with how she struggled to speak, didn't want to push her. Would you like a story...to pass the time? he asked instead, looking only for a nod of her head.
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S Her ears twitched, Searrinnas head jolted back to the direction her pretty was heading. Wraith. Her words purred, the creature looking up towards the tantalizing woman. Go find your prey. Once you find what youre looking for Find my essence. I have a task you cant pass up. Her cat like figure crouched, her glowing red eyes watching over the grotesque creature. With her words, a gurgling scream left its mouth, its large pointed teeth, exposed an rotting gleamed slightly within the darkness. With that the creature swept away, leaving the woman to turn back towards Vale. Just as quickly as Searrinna stopped, had the woman quickly began the chase again, her figure swiftly jumping branch to branch as the demon traced where her target had gone. -- L Lunars eyes picked up his inner cringe, his well-being seemingly concerned for her beaten and incapacitated state. His words filled her head with more question. He was right Most vampires the wolf had met were rarely friendly Let alone as kind as this one was. While his heart might not beat he was right, he was there in front of her speaking and very much alive with a seemingly positive outlook on life. But everything she was seeing she was going between her instincts, and fro what this stranger was saying. She opened her mouth again, attempting to be somewhat civil, even within her broken state. Yes. Her soft velvet voice echoed, the blood still dampening her mouth and throat enough that speaking wasnt as seemingly impossible.
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Xael leaned back in his seat and got comfortable. He had amassed several stories through his travels as a hunter, some from fables and books, others from his own experiences. He started with the easier fables, but could see she was bored of them. He turned to one of his own stories, when he got trapped inside a cave with two succubi that were intent on fucking him to death. Literally. The story always brought a smile to his face. He'd run over a mile stark naked to the first town he found, after escaping them. When he returned, he brought a female hunter with him, but the succubi got to her too. After pulling her out of the cave he blew up the entrance, locking them inside. Told all the villagers the cave was cursed and never to enter it. Luckily they all believed him and no one questioned why he had returned the first time naked. Another story was when he got so drunk one night between jobs that he challenged some hulk of a man to an arm wrestle. Worse, he passed out on the table before the match and woke up in the morning with a stolen purse and a heavy hangover. He told her one story after the next, waiting patiently for her to gain strength back.
Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

E Sweat dripped down her neck, her eyelids fluttering ecstatically as a gruff sound left Elis throat. A hand moved up, scratching below his chin as he turned away from the wench. Her body laid bare, and used before him as she panted heavily into the ruffled sheets. Now sleep His voiced cooed, his head turning ever so slightly to look at the woman. As if in seconds she was asleep, her bare form lying used and exposed. As Elis strong form began to grab his clothes a loud noise pierced the quiet, grabbing the mans attention. Grabbing the door knob, Eli pulled the wooden door open, the cool air from the hallway hitting his well-tanned skin. Wandering bare and curiously out of the room, Eli followed the hallways, eventually coming to a small crowd built up outside of a familiar room. Without any hesitation Eli made his was over, his piercing emerald eyes looking sternly over the crowd. Small gasps, soft sighs, and sounds of male disgust quickly took the crowd while some woman stared at Elis perfectly nude body. Nothing to see. Go back to your rooms. Elis voice lowly growled. No one objecting except a few straggling eyes. Go. His hand waved them away as he casually wandered into Ashs room. Trouble? He asked, lifting a fine brow as he looked over the couple. He had to give her props, shed snapped up a male quicker than the normal woman hed become to know. Taking a step over, the man's nude frame stood before the two, Eli's large, slightly hard member dangling infront of the strangers face.
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His voice startled her out of her misery long enough for Ashlin to drag her head up from its curled position on her shoulder. She knew from experience that she had to endure the spell until it evaporated. Even if she could speak the words of a healing spell, her drunk state was too far gone to recite anything that wasn't English. But knowing that Eli could see her vulnerable only made the pain more insufferable. With her waning strength she pulled herself back onto the bed and turned her torso away from Elijah, looking at the stranger she was growing quickly to hate. He hadn't uttered a word since he called her a demon, and she wasn't sure if he'd be of any help to her. But if he wasn't going to help her, he could at least leave. She raised an eyebrow at him, clutching her arms to her chest to try and hide them from the halfling standing naked behind her. In any other scenario, Ash would be flushed from his indecency...and aroused. As it was, she was more focused on making it through the night alive. He took her cue -she wasn't sure what he thought she was hinting at but she hoped it was in her favor- and ran with it. He leaned forward, looking like he was going to fall into her, but his lips brushed her ear instead. For her sake, I hope you slowly rot away, you stupid demon cunt. With that he rolled off the bed, now standing behind her. Tears sprang at his harsh words and she didn't have the confidence or the strength to turn and watch him leave. Instead she sat there, crying silently, feeling drunk, stupid, and worst of all in constant blistering pain, and wishing nothing more than to escape into the night.
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E Elis eyes watched the girl like a hawk. His hands curled up, the pressure flushing the tanned skin along his knuckles to a whitened fleshy color. While she was drunk, this man was firstly bothering her and secondly insulting her after she had invited her in. Elis hand reached out, his fingers uncurling with a protest as the man gripped the back of the strangers neck. She invited you in, and you insult her? Do you even know who the Fuck your insulting you common piece of shit? The words came out like sandpaper, Elis deep voice growling throughout the room, adding a haunted feel to the darkened quarters. Picking the man fully up, Eli turned him, his hand now resting under the mans chin with a death like grip. The strangers feet dangled well above the floor, while Elis grip slowly began to crush his wind pipe. A soft glow emanated from his set of emerald orbs, his pupils constricting as he took a deep breath. You will forget this. You will walk out of this tavern, out the city, and you will sacrifice yourself to the beasts rotting out of the compounds of this city. It is your choice. You where weary without Tamara, you miss her. Therefor you will sit down in the forest and not make a sound while they feed on your carcass. With that Eli placed the man down, a ghost like shade washed over his face as air returned to his lungs. Im weary so weary the tone had changed, a solitary look fazed over his eyes. With that, the man slowly stumbled out of the room, his spirit seemingly changed. Looking back towards Ash, Eli gave a gruff, unimpressed grumble. The things I do for my toysHe snarled softly, a dark glare shooting into the small womans back. And getting drunk is smart? He asked, a thoroughly annoyed ring to his deep, masculine voice.