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 Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 6:57 am
 Though this dense maze of trees is rarely ever visited anymore, it is still beautiful...which explains why it's been abandoned, and everyone left behind in it was left for dead. This is the main location of Nightstalkers, a place where looks can deceive a great number of eyes upon barely even stepping inside. In the middle of the Abandoned Forest lies a large "mountain" about a mile high, containing various caverns and waterfalls; don't think it's some kind of castle just because it looks like one. That "mountain" is where all will meet their doom if they have already come this far. All around the rugged, rocky pathway, a large number of willow trees loom over, blocking out sunlight overhead and making it difficult for all to find their way out. The only life forms who know their way around and out are the ones who will hunt the helpless down as their midnight snack...
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 4:52 pm
You won't survive in the darkness...
L.J. Vancardi
Nightstalker Seeking Vengeance
Loner
The swift, untraceable movements of a hunter could be creeping behind a lone human man, running all by himself in the darkness, desperate for the path out of the nightmare he called an "Enchanted Forest." At a point later on, he approached a dead end, the bottom of a large cliff, the sides surrounding him sealed off by overgrown, thorny black vines and looming willows... He backed up with a yelp, feeling a rush of icy wind pass by him.
There, only yards away from him, the figure of a young female, bandaged all over. "S-s-st-stay back...I have a knife!" He pulled a knife out of his leather belt, aiming it forwards for the woman. But she didn't listen, silently stepping closer every second, her long, ivory hair violently waving back in the cool breeze. "Stop there! D-d-don't come any closer!" He may not have looked scared, but the gleam in his eyes said so sure enough, even in the pitch black of night.
"No closer than this?" Ripping the knife form his hands, cutting a large gash across his curly palm, the mystery person now stood behind his back, holding the idle weapon to his jugular. He screamed in terror, holding his own wrist to look at it with fearful eyes. "You men are all the same," she spat, "seducing us for your own pleasures. You worthless scoundrels fail to realize..." And with a quick wave of her arm, the blade ripped all the way through his neck, splattering blood in the cool, sinful night air, watching as the limp body now fell to the ground...decapitated. His head now at her bandaged feet.
"Without women, this land would be nothing." With that, L.J. Vancardi kicked the bloody head into some nearby bushes and disappeared with the wind, the ghostly screams of the human shattering the atmosphere with his deathly cries of misery...
...because I'll be there, waiting to kill you.
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