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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 9:07 am
The hunter's eyes didn't look at Rosalie as she spoke, but continued peering into the woods, hoping for some sign of what was clearly heading in their direction. "Pardon my language sir, but speaker's balls, I've got no idea." Lytka's voice betrayed no sign of fear but the frantic look in her eyes was more than enough of a tell. "Can't be good, if the beasts're runnin' from it."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 11:05 am
Oh, yes, the beasts were running -- and Rosalie froze, not quite quaking as their pursuer bellowed again, something low and dangerous that rattled the bones inside of her. No fear showed on her face, but a whipcord-tight tension was starting to take over her arms and shoulders, had solidified her stance into something less ready-to-go than her usual easy balance on the balls of her feet. And, for one second, her eyes pressed closed, calculating risks and options and...
"We should organize and move out." It came short and serious as she twisted in place, eyes opening again to lock on Devlin's. "You take point with he hunter. I'll take rear with Ulrich. And we will start back the way we came."
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2012 10:50 am
Devlin nodded at Rosalie's command, all too happy to lead the way away from the beast. Best to be going in the same direction as the fleeing animals. Yes, that way sounded much nicer that going towards the unknown bellowing fog-creator. Much much nicer.
Devlin kept his sword at the ready as he glanced towards the hunter. As much as he didn't want to turn his back to this unknown terror, his job was to watch their way forward, not behind. The hair on his neck stood on end as he felt that at any moment they'd be attacked and he'd be unaware of it until it was too late.
He gripped the sword with both hands to keep it steady and scanned the path they had just traveled. "Ready?" He asked, trying to resist the urge to look over his shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:46 am
Lytka was not used to working in a group and was certainly not accustomed to turning her back to something dangerous. Still, there was no time to argue -- and the purple cloaked woman certainly seemed competent enough. Yes, Lyt would trust her to guard her back.
Snorting her assent, she took the arrow from her bow and turned, replacing it in her quiver and swinging the bow across her body. She had no illusions about her shooting ability -- hitting a mark while running and aiming over her shoulder was something she knew she could not do. In the bow's place she reached for her belt and took out two of her best hunting daggers, the blades the length of her hands and sharp. "Let's go."
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 6:56 pm
The growl resonated through each of them again, the unnerving rattle that traced cold fingers up your very bones. The blue fires that appeared in the fog were the first warning of what made the animals run. It was chased this time by a scratching snarl as the beast moved forward, taller by half than a man, it’s fur ranged from sky to ice blues. The darkest of it was a slate blue-grey like some of the mountain stones. Its eyes though, still burned like blue coals. The great paws, big as shields flexed exposing one claw at a time and then letting them vanish again in paws that looked deceptively soft. Not so the teeth like small swords that were exposed as the lips curled back in a growl that shook the very stones. The Marwyn, the mysterious great hunter of the deep woods, its belly fur brushing the snow where it walked to obliterate its tracks and its thick tail aiding not only in balance but to mask its tracks as well. The great beast seemed to be shaped from the very mists itself. There was little known about the Marywn, did they hunt in numbers? Did they hunt alone? One could only be sure that they were as fast as the wind when they wished to be. Perhaps, just perhaps it was not mad to believe that yes, the growling sound it had just made was indeed a command to Run.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 7:32 pm
As the growl rumbled through the forest once more, Lytka turned her head over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of whatever might be following them. Whatever she had expected, it was not this. The hunter froze in her tracks, eyes widening, and almost dropped her daggers from pure shock. A whimper of fear crawled its way out of her half-open mouth, her breath misting in the freezing air.
"Marwyn," she tried to whisper to her companions, but her voice came out as little more than a croak. This was not good, and made no sense besides -- Marwyn did not come this close to the edge of the woods. Lytka hadn't even ever seen one -- it was few hunters who had and lived to tell the tale, and she only knew what they were supposed to look like from what had seemed at the time like rather far-fetched stories. The descriptions paled in comparison to the actual creature. There was no way they could possibly hope to fight it. Swallowing thickly, the hunter managed to push the word "Run!" past her lips as she turned and began to follow her own advice.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 10:16 am
The second roaring made Ulrich visibly flinch as he could feel the terrifying noise resonating in his body. He dared to turn and look at the source of the noise, but immediately grew to regret that decision. He'd heard several tales from drunken hunters and sometimes even songs from bards that told tales of creatures with blue eyes as bright as flame, but he'd never thought in his lifetime he'd be standing face-to-face with such a fearsome beast. It was enough to make even a defensive man like him feel smaller than a flea.
Maybe if his life wasn't in danger he might've found beauty in the moment, but when Lytka announced it was time to get of there Ulrich didn't hesitate to flee. He'd known from the start that he wouldn't be able to do much should it come down to combat, and this exactly proved running was all he had. Through the slosh he wasn't able to gain an exceptional amount of ground quickly but the messenger would be damned if he was going to be the last one in the quartet!
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 3:17 pm
No, Ulrich wouldn't be the last to take off at a run — Rosalie would have that dubious honor. With her own heart in her throat, now certain that her higher ups had been complete idiots for planning this farce of a mission [and herself for agreeing to take it under her wing] her voice joined Lytka's, rounding on Devlin.
"Go! Keep up! Stay together!"
Only once he'd kicked into action would she start after him, easing into a loping sort of run that would keep up with the rest of them easily...but also staying in the back. With her sword in her hand. Just in case.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:12 am
Devlin had turned with Lytka and stood, horror-struck as he stared at the beast that was behind them. The grip on his sword loosened, though he did not drop it. Lytka's shout jarred him a bit, but it was Rosalie's more familiar, commanding tone that got him going. And he was all to happy to start running away from that horrible thing. He stumbled backwards a few steps before finally turning and running to catch up with the hunter and messenger.
What was that thing?? And why in the name of Speaker's balls was it chasing them?!
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 8:04 am
It didn’t truly seem to run as much as it rolled like the fog, it chased you before it, the low slung cloud cover rolling forward with it as well, around your feet still like a heavy snow. Marwyn, Lythka had rightly named it, all the legends and the horrors told of the beasts made into flesh in this great eerily quiet creature.
It moved as though it was playing with them, driving them god only knew where because it was fast. So fast that you’d need to make sudden turns because it would vanish from behind you, only to re-appear with a low rumble that shook snow free of the tree branches from some other side.
It was a terrible game that you were bound to loose, one of you at least would surely die, victim of its great jaws, though if nothing else it should be a mercy in its quickness. Except…
Before you loomed a great tree, it was so wide around that you could not have wrapped arms around it, not even if the four of you had joined hands to reach around the pale bark. The great beast let out a final roar, echoing and strange, it lashed out a great paw, sweeping it towards Devlin. It seemed certain that he would he torn into small pieces, but the paw swept strait through him. It was a feeling of ice, a deep chill that swept through him as the paw moved through him. Almost a mockery of the terror they had just faced the branches of the trees dumped enough snow on each of them that they would defiantly need a fire to warm themselves again. More importantly though, the creature was gone, its outline faded into the very mist that it had carried with it. It was A phantom, a ghost that left for a moment the blue fires of its eyes before they too flickered out.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 1:16 pm
Devlin was beginning to be convinced that they were being chased by not one, but multiple monsters. Surely nothing could move this fast! It seemed to be herding them somewhere, though where Devlin could care less. He just wanted to get away from this thing! And he had a sinking suspicion that wherever they were going was not going to be good.
He could see the tree as they drew closer. It loomed over the others and was, simply put, huge. As the Marwyn gave a roar, Devlin turned slightly and was surprised to see it right before him! The paw came right towards him and he stood in place, frozen by fear.
The paw passed through him, causing him to shiver with more than just the deep chill that settled into his bones. Was he dead? Was death truly painless? He had not felt a thing, other than the icy chill. No pain at all. He stood still for a moment longer as the phantom faded, then he slowly felt his chest and arms. He was all in one piece. He turned to the group as the tree dumped snow onto them all. The chill went almost unnoticed by the Sword as he was already chilled from the attack and his fear and relief as well.
"What... the....?" He managed, still slightly in shock.
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