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Post by Gwen Marce on Apr 5, 2013 20:41:30 GMT -5
As the clouds move in, the sky was violet as the sun went down behind the trees. The trees whistled ad a girl ran though the forest land, somewhere in South Dakota, she could no longer remember. This was Gwen, an experienced hunter who knew what she was doing as she was tracking a werewolf that had gone rogue. She slowed as her trail dried, finding claw marks and soon she moved to the right area, she knew she was close, no one knew her power, she was masked as some said. Faster and faster, she then saw the werewolf, the brown fur, he was quite tired as of the small wounds she had inflicted, he was covered his tracks well from the big wound on his left arm. He didn't even use his senses, too scared.
Gwen soon walked out head down, so you could just seem the gleam of her eyes. "Sorry, oh wait, I like this part. It ends here monster." Gwen laughed as she moved, sword out. The Werewolf just turned around as she stabbed through the right side, she had just missed, but inflicted another heavy wound. The werewolf pushed down on her back, slamming her into the ground, the lifted its left hand again to stab at her, but she rolled, the claws just cutting her. She soon got to her feet, quite aways away from the beast. Soon it came, claws out, but she didn't move an inch. He stretched out his arms and soon like the speed of light, Gwen was behind it and turned, slicing its heart. He had yowled as her sword entered and killed.
"What fun." Gwen whispered and had a smile on her face.
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Post by Rowan Watkins on Apr 6, 2013 2:53:17 GMT -5
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"That looked painful." Came the soft voice, following after a low whistle of appreciation. It was night, so Rowan was now Skye and garbed in a cloak to hide his face. He couldn't completely explain what he was doing here at this current time, but once again he had gotten lost. It was one major weakness of his, the fact that he had absolutely zero talent for directions.
Currently he was perched in a tree above the girl and her prey. His cloak was white, draped around his form and obscuring it. The white hood was pulled over his head, covering his pale hair and fair features, hiding his identity, not that anyone here would be able to identify him. He was known as a thief in Australia, but not here he didn't think. Skye had stumbled upon this charming event purely by accident, having picked up on a few drops of trailing blood then deciding to follow it.
Sunset counted as night, so already his snowy wings were furled behind him, though he was beginning to question the wisdom of this decision, with this murderous girl traipsing around beneath him. He knew not her name nor her goals, but he was instantly wary. Still he couldn't help but instigate conversation with her, he was just reckless like that.
Swinging himself from his perch in the tree, Skye landed lightly on the ground, his bare feet sinking into the moist ground and soft grass. Perhaps it wasn't his wisest decision to wear white at night, but it was kind of his trademark and the thought to change never crossed his mind. He did so love making a statement. Pale eyes, filled with mirth peeked out from under his cowl to investigate the girl. "You're pretty good at that whole 'stabby' thing. Should I be worried?"
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Post by Gwen Marce on Apr 6, 2013 15:37:02 GMT -5
With a quick turn, Gwen was looking at this kid in her mind, it was getting dark, she knew she would have to get back to the organization building. She had a smirk on her face as she looked, taking her sword out of the carcase. She whipped the blood off and too the side and sheathed her sword. She laughed a little as she looked at the young boy. "Shouldn't you be asleep little boy? This is no time for you to be out with all the dangerous monsters. Now hush up, I have to make a call." Gwen said as she uncovered her wrist and pushed a few number, 3657, her hunting number, not all had one, it pointed if you wanted to lock it, she did. A robot voice came through the speaker then. "Gwen, I see you are alive, how may I assist you?"
The voice had came from the wrist communicator. "I have finished my mission, tell the retrieval, I am sure you know why." Gwen answered. "Yes, I will send them a message." The voice said and soon there was a beep and it had turned off. There was a retrieval, as for a vial of blood could be used for experiments that could alter someone if injected directly into the blood stream, but if into a vein, it would be strong, so strong it may change the person into a full blood, monster hunter term for a monster who has no limits with there abilities. When Gwen looked again, this boy had wings, and she did not desire another mission. If this monster was out of control, she would be forced to kill him, as under oath.
"Hmm, maybe I have already have my next target, maybe you should as for it points if you are in or out of control." Gwen sighed. She was quite tired, but it was that oath, the oath that binded her to the Organization of Monster Crime Moderation, for short, the OMCM. There were OMCM buildings around the world so that hunters could stop anywhere after there mission then go back to there original base if needed, Gwen was supposed to be a Canadian OMCM Hunter, she was in a lower rank, as for she had only become a full hunter about two months ago. Her blonde hair was straight and her eyes looked at the boy, she had her hand on her sword as she waited for a move.
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Post by Rowan Watkins on Apr 6, 2013 15:56:36 GMT -5
Skye
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Skye laughed at her words, reaching one hand up to brush his hair out of his eyes. "Kid? Oh please, you can't be any more than three years older than me. It's not that much of a difference, and my level of survival skill should not be measured against it." His face was still fully hidden by his cloak, but his voice continued to be smooth and clear, not muffled at all.
He was under the assumption that this girl killed creatures like the poor werewolf for a living, considering how comfortable she seemed to be with its blood on her hands. When she told him to hush up, he shook his head in mild exasperation, but respectfully remained quite as she began having an orderly conversation with her hand.
And then she was turning back to him. Funny how he was only talked to when she wanted something. Cocking his head in confusion, Skye lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "Maybe I should what? Are you going to try and kill me too? I wish you wouldn't, it's very hard to wash blood out of white clothes. It'd be a major inconvenience." He stated factually, sweeping his moonlit cloak before him. Out of his shoulders, his grey and white dappled owl wings swept along the ground, primary feathers brushing the leaf litter. If the need arose, he could be away in a flash.
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Post by Gwen Marce on Apr 8, 2013 20:10:49 GMT -5
Gwen looked at him, smirking more clearly and her eyes at a glare. Monster never would understand the code, the pledge that hunters were under. "I cant unless you commit crime or attack me, be lucky I am under oath." Gwen said. She was fast and soon she used it to be behind Rowan, to get a better glimpse of his wings. They were white, really white and he didn't look all that strong. Gwen however wondered why he thought he had a chance of beating her when she was strong and fast. "Tell me boy, why do you think you have a chance of beating?" Her voice was now serious as she asked the question. She didn't understand what this boy had that she didn't have.
The only advantage he had was a real soul as she called it, she thought of her self and other hunters as soulless monsters, made to kill. Most had powers and she was one of them, she had the power of high speed. Now this boy was acting like he had never seen her speed, like he was blind. Her green eyes watched him, they were bright and vivid like they always were, her hair was straight, until the breeze would come and blow it back. I don't understand what this monster has other then flight, flight can be an advantage, but forest land gives me the advantage, so I don't see why. I am maybe weakened from battling a werewolf, but I am a fighter, one of the forced. Gwen thought.
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Post by Rowan Watkins on Apr 9, 2013 0:28:09 GMT -5
Skye
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Skye chuckled, turning to face the girl, who was now apparently behind him. His pale eyes glittered with interest as he examined her for a moment. Finally shrugging, he slouched back, folding his legs in to sit on the forest floor. Shifting back, he leaned against the trunk of a tree and draped his arms over his knees. Truly at that moment, he had not a care in the world. Glancing up at the Hunter, he cocked a pale eyebrow. "Wow, it sounds almost like you want to run me through. Now, why is that?" He injected mock hurt into his voice, though a crooked grin was still cracked on his face.
He could feel her sharp eyes evaluating him, and he hated the feeling, though hid it. His eyes lit up at her question, and he burst out laughing, clutching his chest with thin fingers. "Beating you? When did I ever imply I wanted a fight?" He knew he wouldn't stand a chance in a proper fight with girl, whoever she was. In the flight or fight response, he took flight unless he absolutely had to. He didn't have wings for nothing, after all. If he was going to fight, he wanted the advantage, and he didn't have it down here in the forest. Despite this, he had a naturally upbeat and confident personality, which explained why he was so comfortable now.
Running a hand through his already wind-tussled hair, Skye grinned brightly. He technically had the best of both worlds. He had a double life, both human and monster, shop-owner and thief. He had so much experience because of what he had done with his life. "Standing up looks kinda uncomfortable." He patted the ground beside him. "Want a seat? The ground's pretty soft."
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Post by Gwen Marce on Apr 10, 2013 16:41:39 GMT -5
Gwen watched him, listened to the words he said and at last just watched. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Gwen said with no expression so there was no hints to any of them. The trees rustled as the darkness leaked in, if she didn't returned, they might bite her head off, but that didn't matter, she was getting info. "You maybe didn't apply it, but no one can be too careful. Even I have enemies that aren't dead." Gwen explained. She wondered if he had a bounty, a bounty meant more money. She didn't need it, but extra was always better then nothing at all she supposed. Gwen had been standing strait, she had been well discipline, well taught to always look strong, even if weak, you could only be weak in front of the healers.
She wanted one now to fix up her cuts and bruised, so she wouldn't look like bloody monster. There was a cut on her upper arm that ripped her shirt, same with one that had gone down her back, she would need the money to replace her clothing. Her jeans were ripped pretty everywhere. Gwen let out a sigh at how weak this discomforted this human was what was wrong with standing. "I prefer standing, so it won't matter, besides I probably won't be here much longer from the fact I am busy." Gwen said a little serious. She was often busy, her job required her being fit mentally and physically, so it meant getting back to base so she could get a little more healing so she would be stronger.
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