hunter .
❛ it’s hardly a situation that needs lightening. ❜ as if words could shine a beacon to illuminate, as if all it takes is a good quip to render daemons useless. nay, there is a reason jesters are no longer in existence — ravus only wished they also take his lance-wielding ally as well, though mere talons and fangs cannot pierce thick dragon hide. `tis unfortunate.
❛ i do not try — i succeed. ❜ perhaps too much so, for creatures are met with sharpened blades &. unrelenting will. sympathy no longer exists within a body comprised less of a man &. more of a weapon — nay, nothing exists aside from justice, purification, whatever self-serving drivel he tells himself to excuse manslaughter. ❛ &. it wasn’t by retaining my humanity. i don’t think it feasible — not if you become a hunter. ❜
aranea’s scoff is every bit as humorless as the look she throws ravus sideways, the curl of her lip almost feral in this light. when she speaks, her sarcasm as all there ( venom tinged & all ) but her eyes cut into ravus. holds his gaze, studying him --- not hunter to hunter, but more hunter to pr ---
“ so what ? ”
her weapon has always been a grotesque thing & never is it more obvious when she slams the handle into the ground, to rest it by her side & it makes a small shriek. could be the sound of metal scraping against stone. could be something else.
she motions at ravus with her chin. “ you’re saying you ENJOY all this gloom & horror ? & that you’re already forgetting what being HUMAN is ? you know what that kind of talk makes you sound like. ” her eyes narrow. “ don’t you ? ”



















