H U N T E R

I am the whisper upon the wind. The sheen of silver in the dark. I am the wind ....and you cannot kill the wind. { Indie Atalanta of Red Faction } { Multifandom and OC friendly } tracks: venatrixarcum

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“I believe I have overslept. My apologies Master one shall not seekith rest when within a time paradox again.”

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{} I may try to return wief teh Nyalanta in the new year. Peps know who I play and where I am so tis all good ~ hope ya all had a Merry Christmas! \o/ {}

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{} Apologies for the long silence, I haven’t had any muse for my darling Kitten cat. Even with her nyalter form ;v; plz forgief! {}

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voyvodas:

“… I see. Then how about I return the favor? You’re in the way yourself, O huntress. How about I rip that pelt off with the teeth of my spears?“

“Dear Lancer ~ I believe thine fangs are simply not up to the task. Tell me. Can your waist shrink before my claws tear open thy stomach?”

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voyvodas:

     “In your way to what? You may have hit the mark of my patience.“

“To nothing. You were simply in the way Lancer ~”

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Swiggity swooty am coming for that alter booty

“…If thou wants to die, simply step closer. I’ll gladly display for your education the colour of thine own guts filth.”

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voyvodas:

            “…You almost shot me.”

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“You were in the way...”

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Precise feline ears could hardly believe the drivel that they were hearing.     Another day. Another complaint she had to unwittingly deal with..

“...Thou complains over the most meager of things. Be thankful for the roof over over thy head and the food in thine belly - twas more than I ever had growing up as a cub.” Brow creasing further Atalanta directed her gaze away from them, down to the book in her lap whom so readily accepted her attention.

“If thou art hungry seek sustenance instead of wasting energy on complaining...”

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celestialsovereign:

An ill choice of words it seemed. She was composed enough to find another outlet other than him. That didn’t spare him from her wrathful gaze. Iif looks could kill then he most certainly would have been struck down on the spot. The deity has little regret for it however. He wasn’t going to idly speak lies just to warn off her scornful gaze or befriend her. Not even an attempt t sugar coat it either.

     “Then pardon my rudeness. You seem the type to hold your word and I don’t fancy the thought of being the next pile of bones you snap.”

The sound of bones cracking beneath the applied stress was headed as a warning at first, then reduced to  base mannerisms. The berserker  just seemed fond of breaking them. Each to their own though the lingering threat seems to have ruined his own appetite. Quite the fiery one, more by actions than words no doubt.

     “Pray, may I press on why I couldn’t watch an endeavor such as that? I have no intent of observing since you made it clear as not to. Simply curious if you would entertain the notion.” 

Fingers ceased their rending of poultry flesh, vile lime orbs once again wandering over in the direction of the other Servant at the ever so emptying table. Berserker idly chewed as she mulled over his question...or better yet, weighted her enjoyment of continuing the conversation. She wasn’t an indoor thing...out there in the wild was where she belonged, not cooped up in here.

        Beastial hand once again broke bone with little effort.         Atalanta had chosen her next words carefully.

“What art thou curious about?” Came her words with some undercoat of malice woven in. “Don’t you know that old saying? ...What was it now.”

“ ‘Curiosity killed the cat’. ” The beast’s meal was looking more like a pound of mush now. But...her tone had somewhat brightened - perhaps only due to the large plate of stake Kiyohime had just brought before everyone. “...But if you really must indulge such things then I will try my best to answer your questions.”

After all, Atalanta couldn’t be shooed away from the table if she was acting nicely right?

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{} Welp, anyone else getting the magical login link option or is it just me? Appears tumblr have changed things up again :O

    Edit: I got mah nobu back! Though she in on hiatus for just now c:                      I GOT MY NERD LORD BACK!! {}

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* pittle pattles kitten kattle

There is a blissful moment as your hand falls upon the Servants dark fur, you are shocked at how blissfully soft it is - how perhaps gaining Atalanta’s trust may eventually lead to you being able to do this activity on a daily basis.

                   But the enjoyment is short lived.

Seconds after your hand makes contact does a nightmarish black claw seize your forearm! Pressure mounting as you try in vain to break the hold! The bone! This bone is going to snap! SHIT SHIT SHIT!! With a sudden tug however…you feel the pain leave you…along with a sickening pop.

  Your arm leaves your shoulder far behind.        The world fades to black…

                                   …What a terrible way to die.

  BAD END: Don’t pet the kitty.

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“...Attempt to pet me again and thou shalt lose thy arm.”

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Atalanta how would you react if you were reunited with your son Parthenopeus? Or your beloved Hippomenes?

There is naught but the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves. Perhaps the Huntress did not hear you? Perhaps she chooses to ignore the question posed to her? But after a long pause Atalanta turned her attention down to the one below her perch - tucked away comfortably in between the branches the Servant had been trying to enjoy her lunch, apple half peeled as a knife held now agonizingly motionless to its supple exposed flesh. Where you though anger would reside, there is nothing but surprise, Atalanta seemingly caught completely off guard by such things.

  Soon the Hunter’s surprise melts into something else entirely.  Something you did not expect.

                   A smile.

Atalanta taps her nose twice in response, before going back to preparing her lunch. It wasn’t the answer you were hoping for, but still…it was better than an arrow in the face!

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{} After careful consideration and hardening my heart: I can noaw clearly say that. {}

       Xeno’Jiiva is best boi!

    SCROLL ON MY FELLOW HUNTERS!   NEXT TIME I’LL BUY THE DRINKS!!                -flys off in chariot-

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celestialsovereign:

What to compare it to…maybe an iriomote. Except she could probably rip the limbs right out the socket with the greatest of ease. Horrifying prospect, but highly fascinating as well. Even as she becomes aware of his presence his gaze doesn’t deter for a moment. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d come face to face with death incarnate.

     “What? I’m simply watching, unless that bothers you?” 

He’s just curious of how villains act. Having already a complex relationship with Tamamo-no-mae given they were both Japanese deities, it was interesting to see how they all varied. This one more savage than most of them, though that was just eating habits so far. At least speech was possible with her. Was growling necessary though?

Hateful eyes only narrowed in response to the others words. Berserker’s fur bristling in anger at the thought of being observed like some common household moggy! Atalanta redirected, partially, some of her wrath onto the breast of the whole chicken she’d been consuming up till a few moments ago...ribcage snapping inward with a satisfying crunch. It was no vein attempt of displaying strength - such a thing would be foolhardy - the Servant just wanted to destroy something minor to satisfy her urges.

       In truth. It remedied her annoyance significantly.    Low growl slowly fading as Berserker fixed her gaze back on the other.

“...Perhaps.” Gave the Alter, busying her hands once again with food.      “Though, should you observe me as Hunter. I shant be so forgiving...”

Cracking bones rung out from beneath Berserker’s paws. Music to bestial ears, teeth taring through still flesh. Master had explained there were others like her, Servants, but that did not in any sense of the word mean Atalanta had to like any of them. Her hunts were solitary affairs - there was no room for weakness.

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celestialsovereign gazed up on pale moon ~

Hair as pale as matted snow, fur as black as night - eyes shining like pin pricks of terror in the darkness. Alters were always darker than their previous incarnations...the Huntress fared no different. Berserker showed no interest in others as she tore her food in two, rending muscle from bone with frightful ease, nor expressed any concern for the looks her savage feasting drew to her.

           Well...not at least till she caught one staring at her intently.

       “What?” She growled over the long Servant dinning table, claws still grasping ravaged food looking not at ALL amused of the others curiosity.

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{} The shadows grow long ~       ~ and the moon bares its fangs.

   Simple starter call for Atalanta Alter     Varying length/tone       Mutuals and newcomers welcome ~  {}