“Just A Hunter...”

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[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

“Hm?” eyes narrowed, finger on her chin “An eyepatch? I think you’d look pretty scary” she holds in a laugh. Alessandra held up her index and middle finger “Two more” she breaths out. “They’ll be more on guard though now that one of them is dead. They may become more aggressive. And since we only had the one hair… we’ll have to figure out where exactly to find them.” Any relief she was feeling was short-lived, the anticipation overcoming her, but focusing on getting healed was priority. 

Glancing at Sullan from the corner of her eyes before looking straight ahead. “Sorry, I’d like to use you some more soon…” she breaths out, now that everything had calmed down her mind began to settle. “You’ve helped me out a lot today… no, I should say you’ve helped me for a while now. Doing all this despite this being awfully personal for me; my feelings rear it’s head despite this being a job. I’m quite the terrible person asking you to do such dangerous things, but don’t think I don’t appreciate what you’ve done”. Her hand raises up to her bandaged side letting out a sigh. She was sure her parents would be displeased.

“Thank you” her fingers reach out to grab the hem of his shirt. It was an impulse, not enough time for her overworked reason to stop her, the last of her adrenaline from the victory coming over her. Taking a step closer to him, she went up on her toes, lips brushing against his cheek. “Ahh..” Alessandra lets out a breath as she lowers herself, face flushed. “I shouldn’t move so recklessly” she winces moving her hand back to her injury. “Oh, right. I’ll radio this in,” she mutters as she the radio out, reporting that the witch was dead.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan shook his head with a small smile, “Well, you aren’t that bad. I mean you pulled me out of the drink and into this military life. I probably would be in a way worse situation now or maybe dead. Who knows.” Sullan stops and looks back at Alessandra, watching her get closer. “Plus, being around you never ceases to bore me.” Sullan watches her hand grab his shirt and in response to that he puts his hand under her arm so he can support her if she’s having trouble standing.

What he didn’t expect was the sudden closeness of her face to his. It was so close her own lips brushed against his face, it was….thrilling. His heart suddenly kicked into high gear and his eyes widened. For only a moment he felt her soft breathing on his face. As she lowered herself back to regular standing level he slowly turned his head to look at her. He could tell she was somewhat flustered about it. Sullan was quick to compose himself after she started to radio in. Sullan decided to bring it up later, have a proper conversation while back at base. He placed his hand on his chest, his heart was still beating very quickly. This interaction had made Sullan very quiet as he was assembling his thoughts.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

“Come now. I can’t say that I did that for your best interest. It might have even been for my own amusement” she purses her lips at the thought; if that was the case it would make her no better that those old witches. “I think you give me too much credit, but I’m glad I can give you some entertainment” she smiles. “Everything is secure. This is a victory for us” she says. Her hand raised to her forehead, without the adrenaline her headache was coming back full swing. “It looks like everyone will be celebrating tonight. Hopefully they won’t cause me any trouble.” A nap wouldn’t be too bad for awhile. 

Moving her hand from her forehead to her cheek, Alessandra took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she walked though the front doors of the mall. Although, him not saying anything afterwards wasn’t helping… She could shot herself right now. But, she wouldn’t want to make her impulsive whims to be looked at too closely! What did she do? No… this wasn’t helping at all; overthinking all this was making her heat up.

“Commander! Everyone is cleared out of the mall. All targets eliminated.” Lieutenant Smith exclaims while landing. “No casualties on our side. Everyone is ready to leave. Both of your injuries…”

“We can deal with them when we get back to base. We’re alive that’s all that matters. Mm,” Alessandra have a nod. “Let’s go. I think it’d be cruel to postpone festivities any longer” She waved her hand signaling to head back to the helicopter.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan was definitely feeling something that was foreign to him, this warmth and heat rushing to his face. His heart picking up, he just couldn’t formulate his thoughts either. He only managed to gather himself somewhat when Lieutenant Smith arrived and he had to snap out of it. He cleared his throat and kept quiet for the most part as Smith gave her report to Alessandra. Sullan walked back to the helicopter and got onto it, his injuries suddenly taking a backseat as he processes a thought. His eyes would look at Alessandra every once in a while as he thought to himself. He looked back out to the moving landscape after awhile and placed his hand on his chest. He had come to a conclusion.

Sullan watched the base come into view and got ready to depart from the helicopter, he would immediately brought to the medical wing and get looked at. Turns out his eye injury is more serious than he thought. His hand will be fine, but his eye will take some time to heal if it all. That witch was saying something, she was apparently cursing his injury but he’s lucky he head butted her when he did. With any luck his eye will heal but for now he has an eyepatch on. As soon as he was allowed to leave the medical wing he could tell the base was going to be loud tonight. A big celebration seemed to be brewing, Sullan would take advantage of it and let himself get loose.

[thehuntersinstinct]

The Scars Unseen

{Open Rp/Starter}

The train was speeding through a dense forest that was covered with snow. The sight was almost magical. Sullan however had barely even looked out the window, he had a picture in his left hand and a envelope in the other. The picture was merely of a town called Adria, yet his eyes were intensely focused on it. The envelope in his other hand had a check with a considerable amount in it. He had gotten it from mercenary work, but every time he looked at he felt sick. Disgusted even by the sight of that envelope. Slowly Sullan put the picture away along with the envelope, his eyes looking out the window. He watched the snow covered trees pass by. He could find no peace in such a sight and got up from his seat, heading towards the bathroom.

Sullan stared at his reflection, he felt like he could barely recognize himself in it.

“Why did you do it? Was the money worth it?” He spoke to his reflection as if it were someone else. He then clutched his head in his hands and just stood there in silence. Only a knock at the door pulled him from that moment, his heart was racing. When he looked at the mirror he saw something that made him pull out his concealed pistol and whip around. No one was there, he was seeing things. He holstered the pistol and pulled his shirt over it before collecting himself and leaving the bathroom, a woman was waiting and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. Clearly he didn’t collect himself enough but he paid no attention to her. He just went right back to his seat and stared out the window.

[myxstic-muxses]

Juliet listened to him carefully, she couldn't help but feel curious honestly as it had been so long since she had seen him. She nodded at the description of the type of security that he worked in. "I see, well that must keep you busy most of the time then." She said to him softly with a smile.

At the mention of following her dreams she blushed a slight shade of pink. "It took a while but at least I can say that I'm one of the main dancers now at the theatre." She explained. Once again, she looked out of the window and looked at the passing trees and scenery. She had no idea where she was going, she just picked the first random place to go. She didn't like his use of the word 'tense' either and now that panicked her a little bit. "I didn't know that, but I'm still willing to explore." She told him.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan didn’t like that response, she would still travel even with the tension? He could only assume hearing that from someone who works in his field would surely merit some worried response? He watched her for a moment, his thoughts scrambling for something to say.

Then his mouth began to move without thinking, “Well if you’d like I could follow you. I could be like a personal bodyguard that you don’t have to pay for, at least until you get somewhere you know is safe. And before you say anything, it’s not like I have anywhere to be. Hell, I could even cover some of the expenses along the way.” Such an impulsive thing to say, Sullan could only guess he said it because he was desperate for some kind of connection. Maybe Juliet would say yes, would that really be so bad?

[myxstic-muxses]

Juliet felt like she had said something wrong to him as he was silent after she finished talking. She looked around for a moment to see if something else made him silent before looking back at him. She fell silent as she waited for an answer or a comment on what she had said to her.

Juliet's eyes lit up a little bit at his suggestion of following her and being her personal body guard. She cleared her throat softly before thinking about her answer to the suggestion. "Are you sure?" She asked him. "I couldn't let you pay any expenses for me, I feel bad." She told him with a soft voice. She would like some company but she felt bad that he would be taken out of his way to follow her around as she explored.

[thehuntersinstinct]

“It really isn’t an issue Juliet. Like I said before, I don’t have anywhere to be and I just got off a job. Plus no one back at home waiting for me either. If it would ease your conscious any bit you could think of it as me taking a small vacation with you for a bit. “ Sullan was really trying here. The thing is Sullan was smiling as he spoke to her, it wasn’t any forced one either. A genuine smile formed on his face which he hasn’t had in a very long time.

He leaned back in his seat to get comfortable, “Hell, I’ll even think of it as a vacation. God knows I need one.” He chuckled a little as he looked ahead

[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[fclktales]

May I?

[thehuntersinstinct]

Of course you may! :)

[fclktales]

He’d be woken up by a woman being banged into the counter by a much larger man. The man reeked of alcohol, much like Sullen did. And the woman had her teeth bared. She was hissing. The man seemed angry enough himself, even in his drunk stupor. His voice slurred as he accused her, using a colorful rainbow of profanities. She kept quiet, but in no way was backing down from him, even though he was well above six feet with a muscular build and she herself stood at barely 5'4. She kneed him in the groin, sending him falling to the floor.

The dark haired woman then adjusted her cocktail dress and smoothed down her hair, sitting down. But it didn’t help her rugged appearance too much. The worn leather jacket that hung on her shoulders took away any hope of her looking elegant. A wooden bow was slung from her shoulder, clearly weathered from what seemed like years of use. She ordered a ginger ale. Strange choice of drink at a tavern, wasn’t it? But Victoria wasn’t too fond of alcohol. She didn’t enjoy it too much.

[thehuntersinstinct]

As soon as he felt the bump on the counter his head shot up and he glared at the two causing all the ruckus. Sullans glare only shifted to the man once he understood what the hell was going on but one good look at that woman and he could tell that guy was in for some shit. He watched the guy practically slump to the floor after the well placed knee. He quietly chuckled to himself as he looked at his drink which had the smallest amount of whiskey possible in it.

In all honesty Sullan had lost track of time, he couldn’t remember how long he’s been there. It couldn’t have been a day, his best bet was that he’s been there for maybe 3 or 4 hours at best. He swallowed the rest of his whiskey and looked at the woman next to him. She looked like a tough character, he wondered if she was in the same business as him. But what really made him narrow his eyes was the choice of drink.

“Who goes to a tavern and orders a soda?” He grumbles as he rubs his eyes, trying to recover from his little bender.

[fclktales]

“Someone who has assassins after them, but still enjoys the tavern’s ambience.” She replied promptly, keeping her voice low. “Men don’t like badàss women. We make them feel threatened.” Victoria took the ginger ale much like one would take a shot, clearing her throat after with a small burp. “Do you have a problem with non alcoholic drinks? She peered at his glass curiously. "Because that doesn’t smell like alcohol to me.” Was this man a hypocrite? Most probably. Most men were, now that Victoria came to think of it. She hadn’t really been paying attention to him before he’d spoken up, so she was now silently studying him. He did seem dangerous, but not as a threat to her. So she got a little more comfortable in her seat, crossing her legs. “Victoria Abaloni. Maybe you’ve heard of me.”

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan rubbed the bridge of his nose while slowly trying to recover from his hangover. He opened one eye to look at his semi empty glass and then looked back at the woman. “Cause it isn’t. It’s mostly water now. You know, cause ice melts.” He looked at his glass before drinking the rest of what’s in the glass. It was really watered down whiskey, almost made him gag in all honesty. He slowly adjusted himself into a proper seated position and took in a deep breath. This woman next to him was definitely interesting, but she seemed familiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it though.

But then she told him her name and it suddenly made sense. Upon hearing her name he shook his head and began to quietly chuckle. “Ah, so you’re Victoria Abaloni. Now the assassin comment makes a lot more sense.” He slowly turned in his seat to face her. “I’ve seen the price on your head. But don’t worry. I couldn’t careless about it, I also have a bounty on my head so...welcome to the club. My name is Sullan Reed. Doubt you’ve heard of me unless I’ve crossed you.”

[thehuntersinstinct]

The Scars Unseen

{Open Rp/Starter}

The train was speeding through a dense forest that was covered with snow. The sight was almost magical. Sullan however had barely even looked out the window, he had a picture in his left hand and a envelope in the other. The picture was merely of a town called Adria, yet his eyes were intensely focused on it. The envelope in his other hand had a check with a considerable amount in it. He had gotten it from mercenary work, but every time he looked at he felt sick. Disgusted even by the sight of that envelope. Slowly Sullan put the picture away along with the envelope, his eyes looking out the window. He watched the snow covered trees pass by. He could find no peace in such a sight and got up from his seat, heading towards the bathroom.

Sullan stared at his reflection, he felt like he could barely recognize himself in it.

“Why did you do it? Was the money worth it?” He spoke to his reflection as if it were someone else. He then clutched his head in his hands and just stood there in silence. Only a knock at the door pulled him from that moment, his heart was racing. When he looked at the mirror he saw something that made him pull out his concealed pistol and whip around. No one was there, he was seeing things. He holstered the pistol and pulled his shirt over it before collecting himself and leaving the bathroom, a woman was waiting and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. Clearly he didn’t collect himself enough but he paid no attention to her. He just went right back to his seat and stared out the window.

[myxstic-muxses]

Juliet listened to him carefully, she couldn't help but feel curious honestly as it had been so long since she had seen him. She nodded at the description of the type of security that he worked in. "I see, well that must keep you busy most of the time then." She said to him softly with a smile.

At the mention of following her dreams she blushed a slight shade of pink. "It took a while but at least I can say that I'm one of the main dancers now at the theatre." She explained. Once again, she looked out of the window and looked at the passing trees and scenery. She had no idea where she was going, she just picked the first random place to go. She didn't like his use of the word 'tense' either and now that panicked her a little bit. "I didn't know that, but I'm still willing to explore." She told him.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan didn’t like that response, she would still travel even with the tension? He could only assume hearing that from someone who works in his field would surely merit some worried response? He watched her for a moment, his thoughts scrambling for something to say.

Then his mouth began to move without thinking, “Well if you’d like I could follow you. I could be like a personal bodyguard that you don’t have to pay for, at least until you get somewhere you know is safe. And before you say anything, it’s not like I have anywhere to be. Hell, I could even cover some of the expenses along the way.” Such an impulsive thing to say, Sullan could only guess he said it because he was desperate for some kind of connection. Maybe Juliet would say yes, would that really be so bad?

[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

“Hm?” eyes narrowed, finger on her chin “An eyepatch? I think you’d look pretty scary” she holds in a laugh. Alessandra held up her index and middle finger “Two more” she breaths out. “They’ll be more on guard though now that one of them is dead. They may become more aggressive. And since we only had the one hair… we’ll have to figure out where exactly to find them.” Any relief she was feeling was short-lived, the anticipation overcoming her, but focusing on getting healed was priority. 

Glancing at Sullan from the corner of her eyes before looking straight ahead. “Sorry, I’d like to use you some more soon…” she breaths out, now that everything had calmed down her mind began to settle. “You’ve helped me out a lot today… no, I should say you’ve helped me for a while now. Doing all this despite this being awfully personal for me; my feelings rear it’s head despite this being a job. I’m quite the terrible person asking you to do such dangerous things, but don’t think I don’t appreciate what you’ve done”. Her hand raises up to her bandaged side letting out a sigh. She was sure her parents would be displeased.

“Thank you” her fingers reach out to grab the hem of his shirt. It was an impulse, not enough time for her overworked reason to stop her, the last of her adrenaline from the victory coming over her. Taking a step closer to him, she went up on her toes, lips brushing against his cheek. “Ahh..” Alessandra lets out a breath as she lowers herself, face flushed. “I shouldn’t move so recklessly” she winces moving her hand back to her injury. “Oh, right. I’ll radio this in,” she mutters as she the radio out, reporting that the witch was dead.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan shook his head with a small smile, “Well, you aren’t that bad. I mean you pulled me out of the drink and into this military life. I probably would be in a way worse situation now or maybe dead. Who knows.” Sullan stops and looks back at Alessandra, watching her get closer. “Plus, being around you never ceases to bore me.” Sullan watches her hand grab his shirt and in response to that he puts his hand under her arm so he can support her if she’s having trouble standing.

What he didn’t expect was the sudden closeness of her face to his. It was so close her own lips brushed against his face, it was....thrilling. His heart suddenly kicked into high gear and his eyes widened. For only a moment he felt her soft breathing on his face. As she lowered herself back to regular standing level he slowly turned his head to look at her. He could tell she was somewhat flustered about it. Sullan was quick to compose himself after she started to radio in. Sullan decided to bring it up later, have a proper conversation while back at base. He placed his hand on his chest, his heart was still beating very quickly. This interaction had made Sullan very quiet as he was assembling his thoughts.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[fclktales]

May I?

[thehuntersinstinct]

Of course you may! :)

[fclktales]

He’d be woken up by a woman being banged into the counter by a much larger man. The man reeked of alcohol, much like Sullen did. And the woman had her teeth bared. She was hissing. The man seemed angry enough himself, even in his drunk stupor. His voice slurred as he accused her, using a colorful rainbow of profanities. She kept quiet, but in no way was backing down from him, even though he was well above six feet with a muscular build and she herself stood at barely 5'4. She kneed him in the groin, sending him falling to the floor.

The dark haired woman then adjusted her cocktail dress and smoothed down her hair, sitting down. But it didn’t help her rugged appearance too much. The worn leather jacket that hung on her shoulders took away any hope of her looking elegant. A wooden bow was slung from her shoulder, clearly weathered from what seemed like years of use. She ordered a ginger ale. Strange choice of drink at a tavern, wasn’t it? But Victoria wasn’t too fond of alcohol. She didn’t enjoy it too much.

[thehuntersinstinct]

As soon as he felt the bump on the counter his head shot up and he glared at the two causing all the ruckus. Sullans glare only shifted to the man once he understood what the hell was going on but one good look at that woman and he could tell that guy was in for some shit. He watched the guy practically slump to the floor after the well placed knee. He quietly chuckled to himself as he looked at his drink which had the smallest amount of whiskey possible in it.

In all honesty Sullan had lost track of time, he couldn’t remember how long he’s been there. It couldn’t have been a day, his best bet was that he’s been there for maybe 3 or 4 hours at best. He swallowed the rest of his whiskey and looked at the woman next to him. She looked like a tough character, he wondered if she was in the same business as him. But what really made him narrow his eyes was the choice of drink.

“Who goes to a tavern and orders a soda?” He grumbles as he rubs his eyes, trying to recover from his little bender.

[thehuntersinstinct]

The Scars Unseen

{Open Rp/Starter}

The train was speeding through a dense forest that was covered with snow. The sight was almost magical. Sullan however had barely even looked out the window, he had a picture in his left hand and a envelope in the other. The picture was merely of a town called Adria, yet his eyes were intensely focused on it. The envelope in his other hand had a check with a considerable amount in it. He had gotten it from mercenary work, but every time he looked at he felt sick. Disgusted even by the sight of that envelope. Slowly Sullan put the picture away along with the envelope, his eyes looking out the window. He watched the snow covered trees pass by. He could find no peace in such a sight and got up from his seat, heading towards the bathroom.

Sullan stared at his reflection, he felt like he could barely recognize himself in it.

“Why did you do it? Was the money worth it?” He spoke to his reflection as if it were someone else. He then clutched his head in his hands and just stood there in silence. Only a knock at the door pulled him from that moment, his heart was racing. When he looked at the mirror he saw something that made him pull out his concealed pistol and whip around. No one was there, he was seeing things. He holstered the pistol and pulled his shirt over it before collecting himself and leaving the bathroom, a woman was waiting and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. Clearly he didn’t collect himself enough but he paid no attention to her. He just went right back to his seat and stared out the window.

[myxstic-muxses]

Juliet gave him a wide and happy smile, she was glad to see him smile. She never left the town for a while, that was until she was 18 and she moved as fast as she could to a nearby city. She sighed softly as she remembered the old town. "I left the old town when I was 18, couldn't stay there you know? I needed a new start." She said to him.

Juliet let out a small giggle as she fiddled with her hair. "Yeah, it's pink now. Thank you, I'll do anything to stand out now." She joked softly before nodding at him. "It has been long. Fancy seeing you on this train." She said. She always found him good looking but she never said it because she was too shy to say anything to him.

[thehuntersinstinct]

“I get that. Wanting a fresh start and all, I was desperate for that.” Sullan let out a small chuckle. “I tried so hard to forget that little town but I guess there’s no forgetting where you were born.” Sullan looks at Juliet, listening to her contently.

“I guess it is fancy to see me. I definitely didn’t expect to see you here. I was just getting done with a job in a small town. I work in security contracts. So I get to travel a lot.” He thought it was better to say that rather than telling her outright he’s a mercenary for hire. “How bout you? You following your dreams and all that?” He asks with a curious smile.

[myxstic-muxses]

"People always said to me that you'll always find your way back home." Juliet said to him with a soft smile on her face. "I dont really believe them, it's my choice if I want to go back really." She said. She has never returned to their home in many years and it will be strange when she does return as she doesn't belong there anymore.

Juliet listened to him before she spoke to him. "It must be destiny." She joked again. "Anyway, that is so interesting. What do you mean by security? I've been trying to follow my dreams, I've got a job as a dancer in a theatre but I still keep my herbalism hobby though. Recently I had the urge to go on a small adventure somewhere and explore, so here I am on the train." She explained happily to him.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan froze for a moment, he didn’t really expect her to ask that. He thought the general description of working in security would have been enough for most. He would have to think quick on this one. “Like say someone needs protection or if property needs protection. It can be a little gray morally sometimes but I try to steer away from the really gray jobs.”

“But hey, I’m glad you are following your dreams. Being a dancer can be tough.” He was starting to get a little worried though, why did she have to be here? “Do you know where you’re heading? I don’t know if you know this but this place is a little tense, I was just in a small town for a job.”

[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

Passing through the doors Alessandra made fast work of the confusion to down anyone in front of her. It wasn’t until she say a glance of familiar faces did the witch pause.

Blood froze. Golden eyes widened, lips tighten.  “Mother? Father?” They were just like in her memory. She couldn’t make herself move. Confusion mixed with shock before was snapped out of it hearing Sullan shout, but she couldn’t settle her emotions or move her fingers fast enough. A shot rang through her ears, heat passed through her abdomen followed by a sharp pain. Pressing the trigger of the gun her gaze focused on the two people that had replaced what she had thought were her parents, launching bullets in their chests. Stumbling back, Alessandra lost her footing, reeling backwards and falling on her back. A soft frown went to her lips they really were getting played with. A groan came out of her as she heard the sound of heels clicking through the smoke. Her frown deepened into a scowl seeing the black haired witch, Rosaline, pass through the colored fog. 

“Ah so it was you after all, I guess I should have expected someone like you crashing my party” Rosaline says. “Welcome Lil’ Miss Cross. You’ve made quite a mess, don’t you think?” she gives a soft chuckle, her fingers curling her fingers. “Ruining my party and everything.”

Placing a hand behind her, Alessandra moved to push her body up stopping midway. Her adrenaline had worn off awhile ago, her body aches were wearing her down. Glancing down at the gun in her hand, eyes narrowed. Her vision was fading. “Quite a warming one. You make me want to vomit” Alessandra grumbles, her tongue laced with bitterness. her nose wrinkling. Her other hand went up to press the wound in her side, a soft hiss escaping between in her lips. ‘I’m quite unlucky’ she huffs.

“Now, now don’t look so disgusted, child” Rosaline sighs, a look of agitation on her face, as she picks up a hand gun that had slid across from the woman Alessandra had shot. “What would happen if you had a face like that when you die? An annoying insect is getting out of my hair.”

“Of course someone as old as you would be worried about something like that, Old Bag” she voice came out flat holding up the gun with a blood stained hand; she fired, taking advantage of the other taking her eyes off her for a second, but her aim was off causing the woman to scream. What an enjoyment. Blood was pooling at her leg. The angle that the old woman fell it was impossible to place a bullet through her head.

“Sullan!” Alessandra shouts. “I’m shot! Rosaline is here!”

[thehuntersinstinct]

“Ah! Fuck!” Sullans shout was guttural and enraged, this woman, this witch had the audacity to bring his mother into this and now Alessandra was hurt. Sullans breathing became fast and animalistic, every movement in the smoke earned itself a shot at by Sullan. His face was in extreme pain from his eye being stabbed, his left hand was in equal pain from the stab wound. His eye was constantly searching the smoke, anything to identify that witch. Then he heard it, the heels.

“You stupid fuck..” he aims in the direction it’s coming from and waits, finally a shadow in the smoke appears but as soon as he shoots, it appears the bullets have no affect. He gritted his teeth and kept firing till he was out. That’s when he realized he was just shooting at a projection. When he turned to look around, there she was. He went to hit her with the gun but she countered, open palm hitting his chest and blowing the air out of his lungs. He stumbled back trying to get his bearings but she followed up quickly and hit the side of his head. Combined with his eye pain and the strike, his ears began to ring. Words were leaving Rosalines mouth but he couldn’t hear them, maybe some kind of trance spell or hex but he still couldn’t hear it.

“You stupid bitch, I can’t hear shit.” He growled and grabbed her by the collar, by the look on her face she was surprised and he head butted her. He watched blood flow from her nose from the impact and watched her stumble back and fall. She seemed so vulnerable, then he felt it again. That backseat feeling. His tattoo began to glow and so did his remaining eye. He slowly walked over to her and raised his foot, his foot descended so fast upon her hand that it blew the smoke away in the surrounding area. Her hand made a crunching sound that would be sickening to most but to Sullan, it was beautiful.

Sullan stared at Rosaline with disgust, he bent over and grabbed her by the hair and looked at her. “The only reason I’m not killing you is because you are not mine to kill.” With his injured hand he aimed his pistol and shot her left leg twice, to keep her from running. But for extra precaution he kicked her in the head to knock her out. His cold stare lingered on the witch before his eye returned to normal and had to find Alessandra and help her.

Since his stomp had cleared most of the smoke, it took a mere 3 minutes to find Alessandra. Blood was still flowing from his eye and with his good eye he saw where she had been shot. “I got her for you. I didn’t kill her though.” He said in a somewhat tired voice as he knelt down beside her to check her wounds.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

A soft smile went her lips. “Alright, thank you” right she couldn’t close her eyes yet not until she was dead. At least now she didn’t have to worry about that crone going anyway. “Mm, it looks like she was able to use her spells, how unfortunate. Maybe our hour is up?” Alessandra mutters “She pisses me off you know. I was reminded of something terrible and I hesitated…” she says with spite before glancing at Sullan. It was a moment of weakness again. Why?

“You look like you were put through the wringer” she started to chuckle but it was cut short by a sharp intake of breath. Leaning against him so that she could move her hand from behind her, placing it on his chin. “I don’t think I can heal you right now” she breaths out, removing her hand. Ejecting the clip in her gun and placing a new one in, Alessandra let out a breath, setting her gun off to the side. Lips tightened as she looked down at her side blood spreading out onto her clothes, she was starting to feel a burning sensation coming from it. Shrugging off her coat she started pressing it down on the injury. Her hand grasped at Sullan’s shirt before raising her hand to his hair, giving him a few pats. “We’re almost done. Thank you,” she whispers in a soft voice.

“Now… shall I place a bullet in that woman’s head” Alessandra smiles. “I don’t want an opportunity my cute subordinate provided to slip by.” Her hand rests on his shoulder. “I need help getting up though. I think I can walk for the most part.”

[thehuntersinstinct]

“At least I didn’t get shot.” Sullan chuckles a bit before wincing and inhaling sharply, “But don’t worry about me. She used some weird trick, saw my mother and then I got a knife to my eye. Can’t see out of it and it hurts like hell.” Sullan examined Alessandras wound, standard bullet wound. Should be fine but will have to dig that bullet out. “She was saying something after she hit me, I was deaf so I couldn’t hear but it could have been some kind of spell or something, I don’t know.” Sullan took bandaging from his kit and started wrapping it around his hand before placing some along Alessandras wound.

“Me? Cute? Ha…I’m missing an eye and have a hole in my hand.” Sullan smiles cheekily at Alessandra as he helps her up gently. This place will forever be ignored in his head, out of all the places he’s ever been to, this was the least fun for him. Especially the stabbing in the eye part. Sullan carefully walked to Rosaline who was laying on the ground, unmoving. He tapped the ground with his foot, he was a bit suspicious about what she said while his ears were ringing. Sullan stood back a bit, he’d let whatever Alessandra needed to do.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

“Ahh” she hissed as she got up. She could walk but she be in pain while doing it. But considering what she was going to do it was a small price to pay. Her stride was short as she walked her way over to the Elder Witch’s side. A soft smirk went to her lips Sullan really did a number on her, amazing. “Hey, heey” her foot kicked at the woman’s side, grinding her heel in. Fingers tapped the side of her gun as she watched the woman’s eyes open in a haze. “Old Bag, did you happen to have any last words? I’m hardly so heartless as to not at least offer that.” Golden eyes narrowed in interest.

“Mercy…” she heard the woman say. Tears began to prick at her eyes. “You could use someone like me right? I don’t want to die!?” Rosaline’s voice began to get frantic with every word.

Alessandra gave a soft hum, closing her eyes in thought. “I see…” she replies, tilting her head. So that’s what kind of person she was… Not that Alessandra was surprised. A cold flame lit in her eyes as she opened them “It’s terrible for the shoe to be on the other foot, hmm?” She gave a few moments pause “Honestly…” Her hand lifted the gun, and in the next second the trigger was pulled. Again. And again. And again. “Oh..” she had stopped when clicks coming from the gun, the clip had emptied, a pool of blood at her feet.

Her steps made red prints on the floor as she slowly made her way to Sullan. “Come on, Sullan. I’m exhausted, you must be too,” she smiles.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan watched Alessandra pull the trigger over and over again. He didn’t blink or wince or look away. He just stared as he watched blood spray up and onto his clothes from the gun shots. When he finally looked up from the witches corpse he saw his mother standing behind Alessandra, staring right back at him. He knew she wasn’t real but that stare was somewhat haunting, he closed his eyes and breathed slowly before opening them back up. She was gone. He hated seeing things, it was one of his pet peeves.

Sullan stood straight and winced a little, the full extent of pain his injuries produced was coming back to him. He couldn’t help but wonder Rosaline was saying to him when his ears were ringing. Bah, he couldn’t bother wondering now. They both needed medical attention. “I think I’m gonna need an eyepatch after this. I’ve always wondered if I would look good in a eyepatch.” Sullan said in a joking manner as he slowly walked through the hallway with Alessandra. He looked at her with his one good eye, “So, one down. How many are left again?”

[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[fclktales]

May I?

[thehuntersinstinct]

Of course you may! :)

[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

Passing through the doors Alessandra made fast work of the confusion to down anyone in front of her. It wasn’t until she say a glance of familiar faces did the witch pause.

Blood froze. Golden eyes widened, lips tighten.  “Mother? Father?” They were just like in her memory. She couldn’t make herself move. Confusion mixed with shock before was snapped out of it hearing Sullan shout, but she couldn’t settle her emotions or move her fingers fast enough. A shot rang through her ears, heat passed through her abdomen followed by a sharp pain. Pressing the trigger of the gun her gaze focused on the two people that had replaced what she had thought were her parents, launching bullets in their chests. Stumbling back, Alessandra lost her footing, reeling backwards and falling on her back. A soft frown went to her lips they really were getting played with. A groan came out of her as she heard the sound of heels clicking through the smoke. Her frown deepened into a scowl seeing the black haired witch, Rosaline, pass through the colored fog. 

“Ah so it was you after all, I guess I should have expected someone like you crashing my party” Rosaline says. “Welcome Lil’ Miss Cross. You’ve made quite a mess, don’t you think?” she gives a soft chuckle, her fingers curling her fingers. “Ruining my party and everything.”

Placing a hand behind her, Alessandra moved to push her body up stopping midway. Her adrenaline had worn off awhile ago, her body aches were wearing her down. Glancing down at the gun in her hand, eyes narrowed. Her vision was fading. “Quite a warming one. You make me want to vomit” Alessandra grumbles, her tongue laced with bitterness. her nose wrinkling. Her other hand went up to press the wound in her side, a soft hiss escaping between in her lips. ‘I’m quite unlucky’ she huffs.

“Now, now don’t look so disgusted, child” Rosaline sighs, a look of agitation on her face, as she picks up a hand gun that had slid across from the woman Alessandra had shot. “What would happen if you had a face like that when you die? An annoying insect is getting out of my hair.”

“Of course someone as old as you would be worried about something like that, Old Bag” she voice came out flat holding up the gun with a blood stained hand; she fired, taking advantage of the other taking her eyes off her for a second, but her aim was off causing the woman to scream. What an enjoyment. Blood was pooling at her leg. The angle that the old woman fell it was impossible to place a bullet through her head.

“Sullan!” Alessandra shouts. “I’m shot! Rosaline is here!”

[thehuntersinstinct]

“Ah! Fuck!” Sullans shout was guttural and enraged, this woman, this witch had the audacity to bring his mother into this and now Alessandra was hurt. Sullans breathing became fast and animalistic, every movement in the smoke earned itself a shot at by Sullan. His face was in extreme pain from his eye being stabbed, his left hand was in equal pain from the stab wound. His eye was constantly searching the smoke, anything to identify that witch. Then he heard it, the heels.

“You stupid fuck..” he aims in the direction it’s coming from and waits, finally a shadow in the smoke appears but as soon as he shoots, it appears the bullets have no affect. He gritted his teeth and kept firing till he was out. That’s when he realized he was just shooting at a projection. When he turned to look around, there she was. He went to hit her with the gun but she countered, open palm hitting his chest and blowing the air out of his lungs. He stumbled back trying to get his bearings but she followed up quickly and hit the side of his head. Combined with his eye pain and the strike, his ears began to ring. Words were leaving Rosalines mouth but he couldn’t hear them, maybe some kind of trance spell or hex but he still couldn’t hear it.

“You stupid bitch, I can’t hear shit.” He growled and grabbed her by the collar, by the look on her face she was surprised and he head butted her. He watched blood flow from her nose from the impact and watched her stumble back and fall. She seemed so vulnerable, then he felt it again. That backseat feeling. His tattoo began to glow and so did his remaining eye. He slowly walked over to her and raised his foot, his foot descended so fast upon her hand that it blew the smoke away in the surrounding area. Her hand made a crunching sound that would be sickening to most but to Sullan, it was beautiful.

Sullan stared at Rosaline with disgust, he bent over and grabbed her by the hair and looked at her. “The only reason I’m not killing you is because you are not mine to kill.” With his injured hand he aimed his pistol and shot her left leg twice, to keep her from running. But for extra precaution he kicked her in the head to knock her out. His cold stare lingered on the witch before his eye returned to normal and had to find Alessandra and help her.

Since his stomp had cleared most of the smoke, it took a mere 3 minutes to find Alessandra. Blood was still flowing from his eye and with his good eye he saw where she had been shot. “I got her for you. I didn’t kill her though.” He said in a somewhat tired voice as he knelt down beside her to check her wounds.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

A soft smile went her lips. “Alright, thank you” right she couldn’t close her eyes yet not until she was dead. At least now she didn’t have to worry about that crone going anyway. “Mm, it looks like she was able to use her spells, how unfortunate. Maybe our hour is up?” Alessandra mutters “She pisses me off you know. I was reminded of something terrible and I hesitated…” she says with spite before glancing at Sullan. It was a moment of weakness again. Why?

“You look like you were put through the wringer” she started to chuckle but it was cut short by a sharp intake of breath. Leaning against him so that she could move her hand from behind her, placing it on his chin. “I don’t think I can heal you right now” she breaths out, removing her hand. Ejecting the clip in her gun and placing a new one in, Alessandra let out a breath, setting her gun off to the side. Lips tightened as she looked down at her side blood spreading out onto her clothes, she was starting to feel a burning sensation coming from it. Shrugging off her coat she started pressing it down on the injury. Her hand grasped at Sullan’s shirt before raising her hand to his hair, giving him a few pats. “We’re almost done. Thank you,” she whispers in a soft voice.

“Now… shall I place a bullet in that woman’s head” Alessandra smiles. “I don’t want an opportunity my cute subordinate provided to slip by.” Her hand rests on his shoulder. “I need help getting up though. I think I can walk for the most part.”

[thehuntersinstinct]

“At least I didn’t get shot.” Sullan chuckles a bit before wincing and inhaling sharply, “But don’t worry about me. She used some weird trick, saw my mother and then I got a knife to my eye. Can’t see out of it and it hurts like hell.” Sullan examined Alessandras wound, standard bullet wound. Should be fine but will have to dig that bullet out. “She was saying something after she hit me, I was deaf so I couldn’t hear but it could have been some kind of spell or something, I don’t know.” Sullan took bandaging from his kit and started wrapping it around his hand before placing some along Alessandras wound.

“Me? Cute? Ha...I’m missing an eye and have a hole in my hand.” Sullan smiles cheekily at Alessandra as he helps her up gently. This place will forever be ignored in his head, out of all the places he’s ever been to, this was the least fun for him. Especially the stabbing in the eye part. Sullan carefully walked to Rosaline who was laying on the ground, unmoving. He tapped the ground with his foot, he was a bit suspicious about what she said while his ears were ringing. Sullan stood back a bit, he’d let whatever Alessandra needed to do.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Inner Conflict {Open Rp/Starter}

The town burned, the flames danced on each rooftop and spread along, reaching out and engulfing each structure that he saw. This is what had to be done, the whole town had to burn….

Sullan sat in the middle of the street just trying to keep his sanity in tact. He had never done something like this before, torched a whole damn town but it’s not like it was for no reason. It was run by all sorts of monsters who had joined forces to keep themselves sated. Vampires had taken townhall, incubuses and succubuses had taken most, if not all the shops and the nearby pier was run by predatory skinwalkers. What he had done was saved a lot of people…but what if not all were the beasts he saw?

Sullan cursed the thought and looked at burning buildings, it was silent except for the crackling of fire and collapsing buildings. This is what a bounty hunter did, taking care of issues others wouldn’t. He got paid to solve a problem, that’s what he did. He solved a problem. He didn’t know how to properly deal with this split thoughts, he returned to the smaller town, collected his pay and ended up in the tavern. Drinking profusely.

He just wanted to forget a little, keep the thoughts repressed and get home. But it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to return home as he had fallen asleep after laying his head down on the counter. His daikatana still sheathed on his back and everything.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

Passing through the doors Alessandra made fast work of the confusion to down anyone in front of her. It wasn’t until she say a glance of familiar faces did the witch pause.

Blood froze. Golden eyes widened, lips tighten.  “Mother? Father?” They were just like in her memory. She couldn’t make herself move. Confusion mixed with shock before was snapped out of it hearing Sullan shout, but she couldn’t settle her emotions or move her fingers fast enough. A shot rang through her ears, heat passed through her abdomen followed by a sharp pain. Pressing the trigger of the gun her gaze focused on the two people that had replaced what she had thought were her parents, launching bullets in their chests. Stumbling back, Alessandra lost her footing, reeling backwards and falling on her back. A soft frown went to her lips they really were getting played with. A groan came out of her as she heard the sound of heels clicking through the smoke. Her frown deepened into a scowl seeing the black haired witch, Rosaline, pass through the colored fog. 

“Ah so it was you after all, I guess I should have expected someone like you crashing my party” Rosaline says. “Welcome Lil’ Miss Cross. You’ve made quite a mess, don’t you think?” she gives a soft chuckle, her fingers curling her fingers. “Ruining my party and everything.”

Placing a hand behind her, Alessandra moved to push her body up stopping midway. Her adrenaline had worn off awhile ago, her body aches were wearing her down. Glancing down at the gun in her hand, eyes narrowed. Her vision was fading. “Quite a warming one. You make me want to vomit” Alessandra grumbles, her tongue laced with bitterness. her nose wrinkling. Her other hand went up to press the wound in her side, a soft hiss escaping between in her lips. ‘I’m quite unlucky’ she huffs.

“Now, now don’t look so disgusted, child” Rosaline sighs, a look of agitation on her face, as she picks up a hand gun that had slid across from the woman Alessandra had shot. “What would happen if you had a face like that when you die? An annoying insect is getting out of my hair.”

“Of course someone as old as you would be worried about something like that, Old Bag” she voice came out flat holding up the gun with a blood stained hand; she fired, taking advantage of the other taking her eyes off her for a second, but her aim was off causing the woman to scream. What an enjoyment. Blood was pooling at her leg. The angle that the old woman fell it was impossible to place a bullet through her head.

“Sullan!” Alessandra shouts. “I’m shot! Rosaline is here!”

[thehuntersinstinct]

“Ah! Fuck!” Sullans shout was guttural and enraged, this woman, this witch had the audacity to bring his mother into this and now Alessandra was hurt. Sullans breathing became fast and animalistic, every movement in the smoke earned itself a shot at by Sullan. His face was in extreme pain from his eye being stabbed, his left hand was in equal pain from the stab wound. His eye was constantly searching the smoke, anything to identify that witch. Then he heard it, the heels.

“You stupid fuck..” he aims in the direction it’s coming from and waits, finally a shadow in the smoke appears but as soon as he shoots, it appears the bullets have no affect. He gritted his teeth and kept firing till he was out. That’s when he realized he was just shooting at a projection. When he turned to look around, there she was. He went to hit her with the gun but she countered, open palm hitting his chest and blowing the air out of his lungs. He stumbled back trying to get his bearings but she followed up quickly and hit the side of his head. Combined with his eye pain and the strike, his ears began to ring. Words were leaving Rosalines mouth but he couldn’t hear them, maybe some kind of trance spell or hex but he still couldn’t hear it.

“You stupid bitch, I can’t hear shit.” He growled and grabbed her by the collar, by the look on her face she was surprised and he head butted her. He watched blood flow from her nose from the impact and watched her stumble back and fall. She seemed so vulnerable, then he felt it again. That backseat feeling. His tattoo began to glow and so did his remaining eye. He slowly walked over to her and raised his foot, his foot descended so fast upon her hand that it blew the smoke away in the surrounding area. Her hand made a crunching sound that would be sickening to most but to Sullan, it was beautiful.

Sullan stared at Rosaline with disgust, he bent over and grabbed her by the hair and looked at her. “The only reason I’m not killing you is because you are not mine to kill.” With his injured hand he aimed his pistol and shot her left leg twice, to keep her from running. But for extra precaution he kicked her in the head to knock her out. His cold stare lingered on the witch before his eye returned to normal and had to find Alessandra and help her.

Since his stomp had cleared most of the smoke, it took a mere 3 minutes to find Alessandra. Blood was still flowing from his eye and with his good eye he saw where she had been shot. “I got her for you. I didn’t kill her though.” He said in a somewhat tired voice as he knelt down beside her to check her wounds.

[thehuntersinstinct]

The Scars Unseen

{Open Rp/Starter}

The train was speeding through a dense forest that was covered with snow. The sight was almost magical. Sullan however had barely even looked out the window, he had a picture in his left hand and a envelope in the other. The picture was merely of a town called Adria, yet his eyes were intensely focused on it. The envelope in his other hand had a check with a considerable amount in it. He had gotten it from mercenary work, but every time he looked at he felt sick. Disgusted even by the sight of that envelope. Slowly Sullan put the picture away along with the envelope, his eyes looking out the window. He watched the snow covered trees pass by. He could find no peace in such a sight and got up from his seat, heading towards the bathroom.

Sullan stared at his reflection, he felt like he could barely recognize himself in it.

“Why did you do it? Was the money worth it?” He spoke to his reflection as if it were someone else. He then clutched his head in his hands and just stood there in silence. Only a knock at the door pulled him from that moment, his heart was racing. When he looked at the mirror he saw something that made him pull out his concealed pistol and whip around. No one was there, he was seeing things. He holstered the pistol and pulled his shirt over it before collecting himself and leaving the bathroom, a woman was waiting and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. Clearly he didn’t collect himself enough but he paid no attention to her. He just went right back to his seat and stared out the window.

[myxstic-muxses]

Juliet gave him a wide and happy smile, she was glad to see him smile. She never left the town for a while, that was until she was 18 and she moved as fast as she could to a nearby city. She sighed softly as she remembered the old town. "I left the old town when I was 18, couldn't stay there you know? I needed a new start." She said to him.

Juliet let out a small giggle as she fiddled with her hair. "Yeah, it's pink now. Thank you, I'll do anything to stand out now." She joked softly before nodding at him. "It has been long. Fancy seeing you on this train." She said. She always found him good looking but she never said it because she was too shy to say anything to him.

[thehuntersinstinct]

“I get that. Wanting a fresh start and all, I was desperate for that.” Sullan let out a small chuckle. “I tried so hard to forget that little town but I guess there’s no forgetting where you were born.” Sullan looks at Juliet, listening to her contently.

“I guess it is fancy to see me. I definitely didn’t expect to see you here. I was just getting done with a job in a small town. I work in security contracts. So I get to travel a lot.” He thought it was better to say that rather than telling her outright he’s a mercenary for hire. “How bout you? You following your dreams and all that?” He asks with a curious smile.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Until Luck Runs Out

OPEN RP

Sullan trudged through the deep snow quietly, his left hand placed on his side as it bled. He stared down at his feet, looking at the snow as he walked. The trail of crimson behind him was a drop or two but now it was a consistent line. Sullan was losing blood fast and he didn’t.....well he didn’t want to fix it. He believed he didn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve to be helped. His recklessness got him here, luck was the only thing protecting him. He was sure of that.

His eyes finally went from the ground to the sky. The snow gently falling on his face as he stared at the clouds above. He lifted his head a little and looked at his hand, it was covered in his blood and he chuckled at it.

“How bout that. Killed by a goddamn wraith...” Sullan says quietly, the freezing snow began to feel less and less cold. Sullan closed his eyes, accepting the fate given to him.

[instant-angel-chaos]

The groan and the other's words had the demon laughing softly, shaking his head. "Sorry, buddy", he apologized, clearly amused. Not letting the man's mumbling distract him, Dakota decided to head for his house as it wasn't terribly far and he didn't know where else to dump his new companion.

Another lighthearted laugh left the demon: "My apologies darling, I'll carry you like a babe if you'd prefer that", the demon mused, listening for a possible response from the other, though he did not get it. Absent-mindedly Dakota hurried towards his house as he noticed the other losing consciousness.

After making it to his house Dakota found himself treating the man's wounds as well as he could; the demon was no doctor but centuries of taking care of his own injuries had taught him a trick or two. Once done with his treatment, he lit up the fireplace in his living room and left the man to rest on his couch under the safety of a warm blanket.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan slowly gained consciousness, his vision was still a bit blurred but it was returning. He looked around slowly, trying to figure out if he died and had gone to hell or if he’s alive and in a strangers home. But as he woke up, he remembered being carried by someone so he’s definitely alive and in someone’s home. Sullan instinctively went to grab at where his holster would be on his belt but alas, no dice on that.

He sat up cautiously and eyed his surroundings, he didn’t see anyone nor did he hear anything weird. But he still wasn’t going to be vulnerable in his eyes so he grabbed a fire poker from the fireplace mantle and started to walk through the home quietly. He was holding his side gently as well from his wound as he walked, he could see a kitchen but still this odd silence as he crept through the hallway.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

Her finger poked at the orb beside her. It was strange, it looked like a magic core. She didn’t feel any magic from it, it was just an oversized bead. Why did he have it in here? She hadn’t heard any complaints about him… Did she need to be worried? Her hand goes to her chin, “Oh? That was quite the guess” Alessandra hums crossing her legs, her fingers curling through her hair. Hmm, a soft smile went across her lips hearing the excitement in his voice, ah he really could be cute. 

“Yes, this could be a turning point, ” she says with a nod. “Direct orders” she places her hand on her cheek, ah those may just be her favorite words now, “The First Caster Battalion is to take over the town that the Elder Witch is residing in by any means lawful and necessary, Lieutenant Smith is rounding up a few people for me as we speak.” Her eyes glanced at Sullan “It’s a shame I can’t do whatever I wanted, but that gives me more than enough to work with. It’ll be just my battalion, but that’s more than enough. I don’t need any other person to kill her, honestly.” She leans forward, her head tilting “Which brings me to this…” she claps as she gets up leaning against his desk. ”Hey, Sullan. Would you mind doing something for me? A few people need to know how to make your talisman. So, will you teach them? I’ll supervise of course, in case anything happens.” Her hand reached out to his arm, her fingers tracing his tattoo.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

Slumping over as she sat in the plane, focusing on the floor, Alessandra did her best to block out the eager chatter going around the soldiers. Ordering them silent now probably wouldn’t be effective. Letting them e didn’t hurt. She balled her fist digging her nails into her palm, knuckles pressed against her forehead, feet giving slow taps in response to her mood for the next few hours.

Waiting out of the city limits, the squads broke apart, surrounding the city. “Alright” Alessandra sucks in a deep breath as the signal was given. A finger pointed at a nearby soldier who handed her a communicator in an open network. “This is the First Caster Battalion. Consider this a warning: Anyone that hasn’t left the city boundaries or has surrendered in the next thirty minutes by my count shall be considered an enemy of the nation.” Her hand raised up to her chin in thought, eyebrows raising, with a soft smirk. She could practically hear the confusion, the chaos, it was taking everything to contain herself. Eyes squinted. It was almost laughable; there was no way she’d give them the time to just leave. She could do whatever she wanted, right? This mission needed to be accomplished no matter what, so she was told… “Oh? There seems to be resistance despite it not being thirty minutes yet… Complete retaliation” Alessandra feigns concern. “I have no other choice but to have everyone start to advance on the city” her hand raises to her radio “Everyone on standby: advance.”

They made their way into the various entrances of the city. The sound of gunshots and screaming echoing through the streets. Almost immediately stepping into the city’s zone she could feel her muscles tighten; a dizzy spell hit her; her focus was on keeping herself upright. Biting the inside of her cheek, a metallic taste coated her mouth combining with the smell of blood and a freshly broken out fire. Hearing people approach Alessandra drew her gun, mowing them down; despite the beating beginning in her head the confusion and disorder made it so she could keep up. 

Eyes widened hearing Sullan’s news. That was enough to get her blood going. “I’m on my way!” the witch nods. “Lieutenant, I’m leaving the commanding of the companies to you,” Alessandra commands over the radio, a resounding yes came as a response; Alessandra took off to the mall. Running was probably not the best option, her body was recoiling from having her magic sealed. Her teeth clenched at the feeling of her head began to feel squeezed. No. She couldn’t give in to this just yet. Sucking in a breath, Alessandra made her way into the mall holding her gun in one hand and unsheathing her knife in the other hand. Her head was spinning. Leaning against the wall, her eyes closed as she began to catch her breath “Reed. Where are you?” Alessandra questions over the radio.

[thehuntersinstinct]

The sound of yelling and some gun fire caught his attention as he was walking to the door. Once to the door he placed his back on the wall next to the door, he scanned his surroundings before answering. “I’m right under the huge billboard on…” he looked at the two nearest street signs he could see, “I’m directly at the crossroads of Wallace and Ivy Street. There’s a huge billboard with flashing lights right over me. I’m waiting on you Cross.”

Sullan checked his gun, making sure it was cleaned and ready. That’s when he noticed 3 people advancing on him. “Stop!” He aimed his gun at them but they were completely unresponsive to him. “Shit…” he mumbled before radioing Alessandra again.

“I’ve got people closing in. She knows we’ve got the door and doesn’t seem to keen on letting us in.” Sullan quickly checked the doors handle and it moved smoothly, unlocked. Sullan opened it a little and immediately broke the lock. She isn’t going to escape. He turned his attention to the people, first one was a middle aged man. He just shot the man in the leg and aimed a kick to the jaw. Knocking him out. The other two were younger, teenagers it seems. Didn’t stop Sullan from shooting them in the leg as well knocking them out cold.

With the people out of the way he decided to take a peak in the door. It was a hallway it seemed with purple and red dim lighting. “What the fuck..” he whispered before flashing a light down the hall. He could hear the low thumping of some kind of music. It sounded like there was a party or something in there. “I fuckin hate loud music…” he groans quietly.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

Alessandra raises the radio up to her mouth. “Alright. Five minutes.” She was so close. She commanded any available soldiers to surround all possible entrances and exits to the mall.

“Mmm” the palm of her swiped at her forehead, her magic was submissive, but the hot pain was flowing spreading from her head. There was something else too, something scratching at the back of her mind. What a joke. She was reeling despite the fact she hadn’t cursed anyone in a while. Couldn’t curse anyone. Her body felt weighed down by some force the longer she stayed sedentary. ‘Get up!’ At the very least she needed to last long enough to take that woman’s head; keep moving to keep focused. Pushing forward, her concentration fixed on running. 

Finding Sullan next to a peculiar opened door, golden eyes narrowed. “Ah that noise…” Alessandra hisses as she presses her finger against her temples, it felt like clamps were squeezing her head. “Are you sure they know that we’re here?” the witch questions with a frown, who played music like this during a takeover? “We have to turn that off” she complains squeezing her eyes shut.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan kept staring down the hallway but answered Alessandras first question, “I think so. A couple of people started walking towards me with the weirdest look. Told them to stop, they didn’t. So I incapacitated them.” Sullan looked behind them for a moment and then back to Alessandra, “You don’t think she’s got like some kind of party or something in there do you? The music is very annoying.” He says before reloading his weapon. “Well…lets go get this witch.” Sullan entered the crimson lit hallway and slowly began walking through it. The music slowly getting louder as they went deeper into the hall.

Sullan came to a turn and pressed his back against the wall to peek around, all he saw was a set of doors at the end. “Another door. Well, set of doors. Seems like the music is coming from behind them.” Sullan rounded the corner, he could feel sweat forming on his brow. “So is this witch a socialite or something? She throw parties in her little lair?” His sarcasm was apparent and so was his disdain. He couldn’t explain the small talk as they approached the sets of doors and when they got to them he stood by the left door. Hopefully this witch was still oblivious to what’s going on.

[thecalamitywitchalessandra]

“A weird look?” Her fingers pressed against her forehead. “Hnn did she cast a spell on them or something? No, would they still be under a spell with there not being allowed right now, right?” Ahh, everything was too fuzzy. “In one way or another, they are all ‘social’.” She gave a click of her tongue. Manipulative, self serving, overdue hags the lot of them. The metallic taste in her mouth went bitter. It felt like she was being made light of. “Mm, let’s go” Alessandra mutters following after Sullan.

“We’ll proceed with caution. I don’t like how this feels” Her grasp tightens on her rifle. She gave a chuckle, how cautious could you be when it looked like this was a one way in situation? She’d like to end this as soon as possible. Eyes close as she presses her ears against the door… the music was ridiculously loud, no telling if there were actually people in there lips purse. “Ah!” Her fingers go to a pouch in her bag. “Shall we be a couple of party poopers?” She hums taking out a smoke grenade. What absolute terrible taste in music… “Eliminate anyone that we see and stay low” she says pulling the pin of the grenade.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullan had to stop himself from smiling, Alessandra had given him the green light on anyone that wasn’t her. The enemy behind this door had no idea what was about to happen and that thrilled him. This is what he was good at. Sullan nods and watches her pull the pin. He watches the grenade roll into the room and then, after a minute or two, Sullan went in.

The room had to be large but the smoke grenade did what it was supposed to. The red lights in the room made it look hazy and almost mystical. But Sullan wasn’t here to admire the lighting. He moved through the smoke, swiftly and calculating. His trigger finger had been letting bullets fly, every body he saw that wasn’t Alessandra had been getting dropped by him. It wasn’t long till the enemies inside started to fight back but it looked like they had caught them off guard. Only small firearms and knives it seemed like. Bullets began to fly at Sullan through the smoke. His heart was racing with exhilaration. He gladly returned fire, he felt alive here. In this chaos.

But in the midst of it all he felt a presence behind him. He whipped around and his gun barrel was pressing against his mothers forehead. She was staring at him with a blank expression. In that moment he just stared back, his eyes wide. But no feeling of rage or anger, just...a feeling of sorrow and doubt. “You’re not really here, are you?” He whispered before his mother’s visage disappeared and in front of him was a woman with a dagger coming straight for his face. He lifted his left hand to stop the blade but it pierced his hand, going right through and for his left eye. The last thing his left eye saw was the tip of the dagger.

Sullan fell back with the woman and screamed angrily, he unloaded the rest of his ammo into that woman and pushed her away. He pulled out his dagger and placed his hand over his left eye as blood seeped from his eyelid.

“Goddammit!....ah fuck...Alessandra! I’m seeing shit, she has to be here!” Sullan shouts into the smoke and slowly stands back up. He keeps his left eye closed as blood comes out of it and reloads his weapon. He examines his left hand and decides to ignore the pain.

“Alessandra, she’s fucking with us.” Sullan growls.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Until Luck Runs Out

OPEN RP

Sullan trudged through the deep snow quietly, his left hand placed on his side as it bled. He stared down at his feet, looking at the snow as he walked. The trail of crimson behind him was a drop or two but now it was a consistent line. Sullan was losing blood fast and he didn’t.....well he didn’t want to fix it. He believed he didn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve to be helped. His recklessness got him here, luck was the only thing protecting him. He was sure of that.

His eyes finally went from the ground to the sky. The snow gently falling on his face as he stared at the clouds above. He lifted his head a little and looked at his hand, it was covered in his blood and he chuckled at it.

“How bout that. Killed by a goddamn wraith...” Sullan says quietly, the freezing snow began to feel less and less cold. Sullan closed his eyes, accepting the fate given to him.

[instant-angel-chaos]

Dakota had been on a mission, as he liked to put it. He didn't do it often these days as the trouble of cleaning up the mess he always made was becoming harder and harder; and he didn't want to be forced to leave so soon. However, the animal diet was becoming repetitive and the demon was becoming bored and impatient, which only ever led to him fulfilling his needs. He wasn't one for self control.

Though, even after carefully cleaning up after his feast, the smell of blood lingered in the cool winter breeze. Fiery eyes sparkling, the demon followed his senses that eventually led him to what appeared to be a body in the snow.

Gaze narrowing, the trail of blood leading up to the body didn't go unnoticed by Dakota. He tilted his head, eyeing up the poor bastard as he thought of his options.

Having just fed himself, the demon didn't feel the urge to kill purely for his own amusement; especially since the man on the ground most likely wouldn't even put on a good show.

Kneeling beside the man, Dakota gave him a soft nudge on the shoulder to see if he'd be able to walk or if he was a damsel in distress.

Clearly, the demon wasn't prince charming but he'd get the job done.

[thehuntersinstinct]

For a moment he thought he heard footsteps coming closer. The dying Sullan didn’t even bother opening up his eyes because he thought it was some scavenger animal like a wolf or fox coming to poke at him. He let out a small sigh as he heard the steps get closer and closer, the snow crunching under each step.

Then he felt the nudge. He groaned in annoyance and without even opening his eyes he spoke. “Fuck off....can’t you see I’m dyin?” He spoke and did not expect any response because he just thought he was talking to some animal. He would’ve swiped but he didn’t have the energy for that, he just wanted to lay still and just wait it out.

[instant-angel-chaos]

The response he got made the demon snicker. He wasn't expecting it as usually the response would've been a desperate cry for help and loads of whining; all of which Dakota found absolutely mundane.

"Sure are doin' a great job at it", he mused, cocking an eyebrow.

Once again debating his options, he came to the conclusion he couldn't let the other just take a nap and die in the snow. Surely somebody would suspect him and he'd either have to slaughter a whole town or disappear, again; he didn't feel like doing either.

Since the other wasn't looking too lively, the demon wrapped his arms under their armpits and pulled them up and over his shoulder.

"Sorry, sleeping beauty, but you're at least gonna have to do that elsewhere".

[thehuntersinstinct]

Sullans eyes shot open once he heard the voice but it was simply a blurry image he was staring at. Too much blood loss is the cause of this. “Well shit...” He mumbled before laying his head back in the snow. Here he was, accepting the cards that had been dealt to him and then along came this person. “Buddy...you can just let me..” he was interrupted because he was suddenly lifted up.

He groaned in pain as he placed over the shoulder of this person. “Or you can just fuckin make it worse...Christ...” he grumbled. This was incredibly embarrassing to him, he’d never been this vulnerable before. “You don’t have to do this.” He spoke up as he was being carried off by this random stranger. “Nor do you have to carry me like....like...some...shit..” he soon faded into unconsciousness due to loss of blood.

[thehuntersinstinct]

The Scars Unseen

{Open Rp/Starter}

The train was speeding through a dense forest that was covered with snow. The sight was almost magical. Sullan however had barely even looked out the window, he had a picture in his left hand and a envelope in the other. The picture was merely of a town called Adria, yet his eyes were intensely focused on it. The envelope in his other hand had a check with a considerable amount in it. He had gotten it from mercenary work, but every time he looked at he felt sick. Disgusted even by the sight of that envelope. Slowly Sullan put the picture away along with the envelope, his eyes looking out the window. He watched the snow covered trees pass by. He could find no peace in such a sight and got up from his seat, heading towards the bathroom.

Sullan stared at his reflection, he felt like he could barely recognize himself in it.

“Why did you do it? Was the money worth it?” He spoke to his reflection as if it were someone else. He then clutched his head in his hands and just stood there in silence. Only a knock at the door pulled him from that moment, his heart was racing. When he looked at the mirror he saw something that made him pull out his concealed pistol and whip around. No one was there, he was seeing things. He holstered the pistol and pulled his shirt over it before collecting himself and leaving the bathroom, a woman was waiting and she looked at him with a puzzled expression. Clearly he didn’t collect himself enough but he paid no attention to her. He just went right back to his seat and stared out the window.

[myxstic-muxses]

Juliet tried to remain calm and observant as he sat back down. She looked him up and down subtly as she could in the Hope's that something will spark her memory. Her sudden determination to remember was her motivation. She let out a puff of air as she kept her mind straight and listening to him. "Sullan....Sullan..." She said softly to herself. A twinge of familiarity hit her. The name was familiar but she had to think how it was.

[thehuntersinstinct]

“You used to call me Sully. I also had shorter hair back then, like really short hair. Probably a buzz cut.” He lets out a small chuckle as he fiddled with his hair, “And I know that you have a scar on your right leg. I know that because I was there when you got it. We climbed a evergreen and went a little too high. The branch under us broke and we fell. I only got a couple scratches and bruises but a branch got you good.” He hoped that would be enough to stir the memories inside.

[myxstic-muxses]

Juliet fell silent for a few more minutes and sad looked down at her lap to jog her memory. Upon the story of hearing the scar on her leg, she immediately squeezed it. It was true on how she got that scar and she never showed it to anyone. At the realisation her head snapped up to look at him. "Sully! Oh my goodness, how could I forget you?" She exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry I forgot you." Juliet said to him as she bowed her head. She must have blocked the memories of him when she blocked out most of her childhood. Now she felt horrible at forgetting him. "You have changed so much."

[thehuntersinstinct]

A small flame ignited inside of Sullan, a flame of hope. Sullan smiled brightly as she remembered, his heart even skipped a beat from the excitement of reconnecting. “It’s okay, it really is. It’s been a hell of a long time since I seen you or even that old town. I got away from my old man as soon as I could.” Sullan then chuckled friendly like at her statement of him having changed.

“Yeah I guess so. But I mean look at you. You’ve got pink hair now, definitely suits you. I mean wow, it’s been so long.” She was actually incredibly pretty to him but at this moment, he didn’t have stones to say it. Didn’t want to make it awkward or something while he had a chance at just reconnecting with someone.

[thehuntersinstinct]

Until Luck Runs Out

OPEN RP

Sullan trudged through the deep snow quietly, his left hand placed on his side as it bled. He stared down at his feet, looking at the snow as he walked. The trail of crimson behind him was a drop or two but now it was a consistent line. Sullan was losing blood fast and he didn’t.....well he didn’t want to fix it. He believed he didn’t deserve it, he doesn’t deserve to be helped. His recklessness got him here, luck was the only thing protecting him. He was sure of that.

His eyes finally went from the ground to the sky. The snow gently falling on his face as he stared at the clouds above. He lifted his head a little and looked at his hand, it was covered in his blood and he chuckled at it.

“How bout that. Killed by a goddamn wraith...” Sullan says quietly, the freezing snow began to feel less and less cold. Sullan closed his eyes, accepting the fate given to him.

[instant-angel-chaos]

Dakota had been on a mission, as he liked to put it. He didn't do it often these days as the trouble of cleaning up the mess he always made was becoming harder and harder; and he didn't want to be forced to leave so soon. However, the animal diet was becoming repetitive and the demon was becoming bored and impatient, which only ever led to him fulfilling his needs. He wasn't one for self control.

Though, even after carefully cleaning up after his feast, the smell of blood lingered in the cool winter breeze. Fiery eyes sparkling, the demon followed his senses that eventually led him to what appeared to be a body in the snow.

Gaze narrowing, the trail of blood leading up to the body didn't go unnoticed by Dakota. He tilted his head, eyeing up the poor bastard as he thought of his options.

Having just fed himself, the demon didn't feel the urge to kill purely for his own amusement; especially since the man on the ground most likely wouldn't even put on a good show.

Kneeling beside the man, Dakota gave him a soft nudge on the shoulder to see if he'd be able to walk or if he was a damsel in distress.

Clearly, the demon wasn't prince charming but he'd get the job done.

[thehuntersinstinct]

For a moment he thought he heard footsteps coming closer. The dying Sullan didn’t even bother opening up his eyes because he thought it was some scavenger animal like a wolf or fox coming to poke at him. He let out a small sigh as he heard the steps get closer and closer, the snow crunching under each step.

Then he felt the nudge. He groaned in annoyance and without even opening his eyes he spoke. “Fuck off....can’t you see I’m dyin?” He spoke and did not expect any response because he just thought he was talking to some animal. He would’ve swiped but he didn’t have the energy for that, he just wanted to lay still and just wait it out.