#ohara-thehunter

[snowrunnerwolf-blog]

ohara-thehunter

Oh great just what he needed. Wolf hunter or not he didn't want to stick around and find out.

[idontkillorphans]

ohara-thehunter

Sleipnir looked at the abandoned asylum, driving slow enough to check out the front of the building before speeding around the building and pulling up along side. He stood up from his car, pulling out his shot gun and filled it with salt rounds, holy water and his iron blade before cautiously entering through the back. He manoeuvred around the rooms, looking for the bones of the angry spirit but he could never be too careful. Ghosts didn't take well to the presence of hunters where they died. 

He slid against the wall when he heard noise coming from the next room and remained there for a moment or two. He turned the corner slightly, using the dark to his advantage and swiped the guy clean off of his feet and straddled his waist, pressing the gun to his heart. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked, growling slightly at the assumption it was another stupid kid looking for a spot to scare their friends or girlfriends.

[theladynindeofrivendell]

Amin Utue Lle ( I Found You ) [Closed RP]

ohara-thehunter

The process was long and tedious, lasting for hours. As Lord Elrond of Imladris worked upon the poor man in front of him, lying almost dead upon the table, his youngest daughter stood by him, helping him however she could. The man was badly wounded, possibly even stabbed with a piece of a morgul blade but even that was uncertain since there was no trace of it.  Finally within the middle of the night, the process of saving his life was done when the darkness had left him and his bleeding stopped. A smile appeared on both Elrond's and his daughter's face when he pulled through. With the help of some servants, they moved him to a bed near the healing room. The linens were soft and white upon a bed of what seemed like clouds were filling it. As they laid the man into the sheets, Elrond asked his youngest to watch over him for the first night to make sure nothing happened. By her father's request, the maiden accepted her duty and sat in a chair next to the bed.  The night came with little motion from the man, but he just slept soundly like he was hoped to do. As the morning came, the maiden started to sing a song; "A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna miriel o menel aglar elenath, na-chaered palan diriel o galadhremmin ennorath nef aear, sí aearon, Fanuilos, le linnathon Nef aear, sí aearon!"