ROLEPLAY HQ - deference-for-darkness

The waxing crescent of the moon hangs in the midnight sky, offering little light to see. This does not stop the woman hurrying through the thick forest, moving with quick and practiced steps. She makes little noise, but can do nothing to hide the few tracks she does leave behind. Her amber cat-like eyes burn with the subtle glow of her magic, as well as with tears that stream down her face. Her mind races just as fast as her legs carry her. How did they find me? Will I be able to go back? Should I stay and fight? Would I- There! She slows to a halt beside a tree with large exposed roots. Dropping onto a knee beside one of the roots, she digs. The cold loose dirt giving way to her fingers, opening a murky void in the ground as she pours her magic into the hole she has made. Reaching her hands into the void, grasping at the familiar material within. She lurches back, pulling a leather backpack from the void, which seems to dissipate right after. Opening the bag, she pulls out a belt with a smaller bad and a pair of daggers secured to it. She buckles the belt around her waist and puts on the backpack before continuing on into the night. @Caramel

To answer the questions. Her life will never go back to normal because the wrath of this hunter was far greater than anyone could comprehend, his sadistic grin that formed on his somewhat stoic features, his dark hair flowed in the air as he would sprint, crushing any branches, leaves that he stepped on, his white coat would flow in the air as he would hold his a bow and an arrow. “Come on bunny, won’t you just fall?” His British accent would slur through his tongue as he would would spin around himself to avoid crashing into a tree before he pulled his arrow against his string. Murmuring ancient Egyptian words underneath his tongue as he would let go of the arrow. In a snap the arrow would pierce through her left knee, as she would fall he would throw a net that would pin her to place. He would launch himself into the air as he would throw a couple of arrows around her as a way to scare her from moving, before he landing right infront of her. His boot would press harshly onto her palm as he would lower himself to his knee, grabbing her cheeks so he would force her to face him, the moon reflected against his emerald gaze as he would grip slightly harder onto her. “Look at your tears, why are you crying?” His aura consistented of utter horror, his demeanor was sociopathic and he did not really seem to care but it was rather polite to ask wasn’t it? @Koryn Brennan

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@Koryn Brennan

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@Koryn Brennan

Koryn Brennan

The waxing crescent of the moon hangs in the midnight sky, offering little light to see. This does not stop the woman hurrying through the thick forest, moving with quick and practiced steps. She makes little noise, but can do nothing to hide the few tracks she does leave behind. Her amber cat-like eyes burn with the subtle glow of her magic, as well as with tears that stream down her face. Her mind races just as fast as her legs carry her. How did they find me? Will I be able to go back? Should I stay and fight? Would I- There! She slows to a halt beside a tree with large exposed roots. Dropping onto a knee beside one of the roots, she digs. The cold loose dirt giving way to her fingers, opening a murky void in the ground as she pours her magic into the hole she has made. Reaching her hands into the void, grasping at the familiar material within. She lurches back, pulling a leather backpack from the void, which seems to dissipate right after. Opening the bag, she pulls out a belt with a smaller bad and a pair of daggers secured to it. She buckles the belt around her waist and puts on the backpack before continuing on into the night. @Caramel

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