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 Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 2:00 pm
 The HuntSeveral small villages and towns across the land, on the cusp of a thick forest, have been terrorized by a rampaging fox demon.
His presence has unsettled the elders, whom believe that they have angered the creature some how, but the hunt for such a beast is on.
The villages, separated by a few glades, fields and woodland have banded together to pay for the services of a renowned hunter, who would be given the rights to the treasures of the hunt. Be it the rare fox's blood, his fur or medicinal use. But he has to catch the creature first, whose home is the vast temperate forest, varied and dangerous to roam, not just because of the fox demon lurking within...
However, getting caught isn't exactly on the beast's agenda; what will our hunter do when he meets such a beast? What impression will they make on one another? And no one knows the fox's story, or his other form.
NEED:: The Hunter
SETTING:: Fantasy, modern technology mixed in with alchemy. 
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 2:01 pm
█ ▌ .The fox. ▌█ Information Weakness known to be gold (like silver to a werewolf). And human form is not known to public. 
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Posted: Sun Mar 24, 2013 2:53 pm
 █ ▌ .The fox. ▌█ ◜◜"Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene, its the forest, with its many shades of green.
And as the birds welcome the dawn, all cry out and begin to mourn,
As wreckage left from beast of night, savage temper and cold eyes alight.
Send fourth brave young soul foretold, whom fight back bare teeth with dagger of gold."◝◝  ________________________________________ ❅ Dark. It was the only way to describe the level of light that filtered in through the tightly knit tree roots. Dank, now that was the situation of the grotto he'd managed to find as cover. The dark thick course fur of his back was ruffled and matted with hard dark blood over his haunches. Hard gold eyes, slanted in his beastly form stared out at the stillness that faced him in the woodlands surrounding the hollow. A deep rumble echoed through his throat before all became quiet once more, only other sound was the occasional twit of a passing blue jay that looped in between the mottled leaves of the scattered trees.
❅ The scent of wet soil and the creatures within it lingered in the sensitive nose that sat at the end of his muzzle. He was not entirely pleased with the lack of cover the old large badger set provided but he was looking forward to returning to the deep thick coniferous forest that was his home. It was ancient, enchanted and full of old magic. Magic that ran in his blood and blood that littered the earth's soft ground years ago. He shook his head, not wanting to linger on such thoughts, and merely let his mind wander to the smell of sweet pine needles that would soon be returning to him. He wouldn't shift back until he'd returned there, back to a form that no man had seen him in yet, and no one would, he'd promised himself that.
❅ The last run in had left him a little worse for ware, but all that was on him was the cut across his back, the blood was mainly not his.. No, he'd..played with a few of the last hunters that came after him. They weren't dead... a little maimed at best.. But there was nothing he could do, they seemed to be against the idea of him tearing down their home village and preying on a few farmland stock. Not that he cared for their opinion. He rested his muzzle down against two crossed front paws eyes eventually turning away from the gentle sight of the surroundings outside of glen he was in. It was a few miles north of a border village from the main forest; he looked forward to descending into its depths, give the men of this earth some peace.. Lure them into a false sense of security before he would return. He sounded malicious, evil to a certain extent.. good... That was how he wanted them to see him. It was how he wanted them to feel, he didn't want those filthy creatures feeling anything other than hate and anger. He'd settle with that. A shimmer of mirth glittered in his eyes before they shut, as he settled for a nap. He gave a soft yawn before letting his mind doze for once, body relaxed for once in a long while.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 1:53 pm
 Cold golden eyes looked over the forest, searched. They were cool and calculating, and spoke of certain doom for his target. He didn't do this for money, or for fame... no, they were simply unwanted reminders of the skill he had forced himself to acquire, that he had pushed his body towards and honed his skills for. He was the best. The best of the best. And this fox, like so many before it didn't stand a chance. It was about time that the pathetic creatures returned to the underworld, left this earth as they should. In a pile of bone and ash. Two golden rings hung around his neck, the only reminder he had of the life he once held.... but he was scared now, the visible ones going much deeper to the shattered remains of his heart. It had beat once, had loved once. But that was so long ago that the shadow of humanity had once possessed was no firmly overshadowed by the trained killer he had become. The scar that spread over his right eye crinkled as his gaze narrowed, the tattoo above creasing as he frowned. It was the only sign of his discomfort. This was the worst part, and the best part. The build up. The hunt. The anticipation. Feral's body was marked by his chosen profession, even his name spoke of the life he had chosen rather than the one he had once possessed. The name wholly his, picked by him and used by him. It was his identity, his calling, his everything. The only thing he still possessed beyond his anger, and anger that seemed to flare to life at the thought of the fox that lingered so close in the words that he was almost sure he could smell the beast. He had seen the carnage the beast had wrought, could smell the malice rolling around in the area and knew that the beast would kill soon. Escalation was only natural, especially since neither side seemed ready to bow in surrender.... that was where he came in, he forced surrender. Ultimate and true. Death. He would kill the Fox, sever its head from its body and walk away as if nothing had happened. It was that meaningless to him. Simply an act of mercy. Of hatred born through circumstance. A noise caught his attention, soft and distant but there. The mistake he had been hoping for. The fox hadn't gone as deep today, suggesting it was already injured. Good. He liked the advantage. Moving swiftly, and with a practised grace he shifted from the tree he had been in to one closer to the disturbance. The forest was silent, too silent, signalling the arrival of a predator in its midst. Him or the fox? He cared nought. For soon only he would remain. His hand slipped to his belt as he freed his blade, he had long since decided that up close and personal was the only way to go.... was his only was. He would hunt this fox... and when he found it..... may the Gods have mercy upon it's soul.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 3:12 pm
█ ▌ .The fox. ▌█ ◜◜"Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene, its the forest, with its many shades of green.
The birds song chorus call to welcome the dawn, as all cry out and begin to mourn,
As wreckage left from beast of night, savage temper and cold eyes alight.
Send fourth brave young soul foretold, whom fight back bare teeth with dagger of gold."◝◝ ________________________________________❅ The floor of the woods was a mix of grasses, bracken, fallen wood, small brushes and dense foliage. The few openings in between were glades, their floor dappled with thin trickle of sunlight during the day, filling these glades with light; pockets within a shielded forest. But alas, dusk had fallen. The feint ghosting of lights could be seen from the peek of a hill to signify the distant town, last remnants of humanity before scattered clusters of Oak and Yew marked the outskirts of the beginning woods. Moisture clung to moss cobbled stones; ancient in their placing throughout the forest, one the overhang of the beast's current hide out. The creature had been napping, serene for once in the quiet forest before a hushed still grew throughout. As unsettling as the large carnivore's presence was, this was something anew.
❅ Amber flecked gold eyes snapped open, the creature barely moving, barely breathing; just held still as his fur slowly bristled. A silence had fallen upon the chorus of birds whom found it their duty to welcome twilight with faint warbling tunes. However they had been interrupted; the sound of tiny thin feathers that beat hard to body to carry them from their perches was the sign of something else moving amongst the forest. The fox knew what this meant and with the deftly silence that awarded him the title of predator, born down through a lineage as old as his surroundings; he stood; crouched low to the grown; thin peculiarly long ears perked; their insides a pale charcoal grey that were only a membrane thick; twitched shifting to use enhanced hearing before the scent approached him. If coming from where he predicted; this other creature was up wind which meant right now.. Far too close.
❅ Slinking from his place of rest, he knew he would need to make it past a certain point where the forest transformed into hidden passages made through bracken; shadowed from light by canopy, fallen woody debris and littered with marvellous webs of spiders too large for the natural world. His sanctuary was back in the ancient realms of that forest, near its heart where few men had ever dared venture.
The fox moved surprisingly quickly for his size, black body close to ground, almost slithering on paws with only a slight scurry of sound before he suddenly broke out into sprint, leaping over several boulders and their river's marked. The wood's density did slow him some but outstretched paws carried through. The chase was on; he had certain ground to cover before being able to face this chaser if needs be.. He had other plans of once safe shifting form and disappearing deep into unknown territory.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 1:53 pm
Calmly all Feral did was observe. It was amazing what you could see, truly see, when you just observed and breathed. Allowed yourself to become one with the forest. Even as he thought this a spider made its way over his boot, but he paid it no heed. His mind was far more interested in other things. Revenge was a dish best served cold, cold and bloody and exacted again and again against those who had dared to wrong him and his. That fatal day, when everything had changed, had left more than several of the visible scars upon his body. The tattoo had come next, his oath to do everything in his power to exact vengeance against those unworthy of walking this earth. Judge, jury and executioner. The wind might have been against him, but he was nimble in movement as he changed location again. The trees only emitting the slightest creak as his pressure shifted. Blade still in hand he shifted his grip, he wouldn't be caught by surprise. Something caught his attention, barely more than a flick of movement and as his eyes darted with precision accuracy to what his peripherals had picked up he found... nothing. He frowned, his white hair captured by the light breeze, bringing with it the slight scent of blood. The iron taint all but bore into his brain after being surrounded by the stuff for three days. Three days... NO! Feral's frown deepened, the scar upon his nose crinkling and turning ghostly white. He would not think of that, would not distract himself. He squeezed the blade, felt the bite of the handle, realigned his senses and mind. He would not be distracted. No. Not now. Not when he was so close to a known target. He didn't move. Didn't blink. Nothing was ever what he expected, he had figured that out a long time ago. He wouldn't simply dismiss it as a figment of his imagination.... after all, that was what shadowed beasts wanted. They wanted to end your life, and all you could do was try your damness to stay alive. Well.... that had been the way once at least, now humans had a weapon of their own. Him. It was not too late.... they could still win this war. A war raging without most people completely oblivious to it until it reaches their front door. The villages too far from each other to truly be connected, and in a world were myth and gossip ran rampart it was hard to distinguish between truth and lie. For this reason he had ventured on many a ghosts trail, useless and meaningless. This however, was not such a mission... for there... all hulking black fur and claws was his target. Breaking out in a sprint as he headed for.... gold eyes darted to the path ahead of the beast... the thickened forest. Feral was no fool, knew that was the territory of the beast, knew it would offer a protection that would stifle his chase, it wouldn't stop him though, no, Feral never gave up once the task was set into motion. It was him or the beast, and the latter was certainly more preferable. He moved then, jumping down from the tree and moving like a shadow as his agile limbs carried him towards the path... towards the beast... towards the forest. Feral would only get once chance at cutting the thing off. He had to time it perfectly. His only true advantage being that he was no injured, after all the beast knew this forest better than him, was faster, likely stronger, had teeth designed to kill.... but that didn't scare Feral. No, if anything it actually gave him a pulse of excitement, the adrenaline coursing through his body with untainted freedom. This would be over soon, one way or another. THERE! Spying his chance he narrowed his eyes and leaped, his muscled legs pushing off a large boulder before ducking into a roll and coming out of it in an defensive position, blade at the ready. He didn't speak, didn't waste his energy on something so meaningless. No, he simply looked at the beast with stoic emptiness. The unnaturally shaped ears, the thin membrane, the teeth, the black fur, the blood.... it was all so sickening. Like black smoke from a deadly fire this beast was one with the darkness of the world, of the hearts of man, and manipulated such darkness to its own design. No more. Feral wouldn't allow it. His eyes snapped to attention the moment he decided to strike. His body kicking off the ground as he flung himself directly at the beast. Blade held out, with only one target in mind. Flesh. Blood. It would see precious rubies today.
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Posted: Thu May 09, 2013 2:47 pm
█ ▌ .The fox. ▌█ ◜◜"Nature is beautiful, quiet, and serene, its the forest, with its many shades of green.
The birds song chorus call to welcome the dawn, as all cry out and begin to mourn,
As wreckage left from beast of night, savage temper and cold eyes alight.
Send fourth brave young soul foretold, whom fight back bare teeth with dagger of gold."◝◝ ________________________________________❅ The beast surged on, diving amongst bracken and loose timbre, planning on parting himself from the lingering scent of humanity that clung not only to the blood of villages clotted in the fur about his muzzle; but also the encroaching presence in the forest. Long thin legs that had not but an ounce of fat over their tightly bound frame, stretched out, all four limbs bunching as each came into contact with root riddled sold below his feet. The strenuous force to push the large creature on, as he surged forward, passing roughly as branches snapped about the force of his frame as black charcoal fur barrelled through at quite a pace. He cared not for noise now, his initial push had been that of an obvious one and he was just wanting to be back in his territory. High walls of ancient silver birch and rich pine called to him; the lagoon nearby a system of caves where he rested beckoned him to bathe and wash the putrid scent of humanity from ashen fur. He could practically feel it; but alas he heard footsteps join him; his own breathing shallow beastly pants but the distinct sound of the chase was one he knew well from both sides.
❅ Suddenly it appeared, a lunge from a boulder not too far to his left side, he caught the blurred figure at such a speed suddenly launch in front of him. Paws dug into the rich soil to bring him to an abrupt halt, on his haunches, fur bristled as his hackles were up and he stared, hot amber with colour that would be flamed iron coals caught in firelight clashed with a cool liquid gold that held in his own opinion a malice that only man could summon. A snarl ripped through him as crimson gums curled back to bare sharp teeth that had tasted this stranger's kin, fellow man; before and would not be afraid to sully its lips once more. Bunched up on his haunches, he crouched ready, shifting his weight in an almost feline manner, from one foot to another as thin ears folded back against his mane; a clumped scruff of midnight deep fur.
The fox's head tilted to one side as if assessing the cretin that blocked his path from returning home. A challenge it seemed; someone whom had followed him. A slight reflective shine ran along the strange markings that ran over his face and ribcage, as if riling something deep within him. Man rarely pursued him afterall.
❅ The last creature foolish enough to do so brought back the memories of spilled blood across olden paths, cobbled or soil that once linked several mages' cities and smaller trader villages. The forest had been one of those routes, yet no harm ever came to travellers all those eons ago. But alas, this fox knew the curiosity of man and how it rotted into greed. How he remembered the heat of those fires, the deafening sound of creatures small and tall throughout an ancient forest wail as they took their last breaths before death or captive hands. How the heart of the forest had been ransacked so, its guardians, some of his own kin brutally slaughtered, skinned and strung up on horseback. Several images of only moments of what was a raid that lasted a year, harvesting they'd called it. One whole year of misery, and despite no matter how man argued the error of their past, this fox would not forget.
❅ Eyes refocusing on the man before him, not wishing to get too blinded by pure rage as he felt close to it already; he took in the stranger. Form. He had form of a hunter, cold calculating gaze, a stillness that man could only acquire through training. He moved, lunging forward, the swift glint of silver promising the clutch of a weapon to the fox's side but this one was ready for the fight and made a rather unpredictable move; a move that suggested there was more than just ravaging beast to this creature, that there was active thought and a sharper mind than that dimness most mammals possessed. The fox, instead of blindly surging forward to attack and take a hit if necessary; actually managed (with difficulty thanks to his size) dodge, his body flung out of the cold blade's path; rear leg coming in contact with the man's shoulder; shunting him towards a thick tree trunk in hopes of racking some part of this intruder.
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 8:12 am
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