Bounty Hunters of the Evil ((read first post))

[alliumphobia !!]

*She sat up in a tree, humming a demonic lullaby to herself. Sensing something, she quickly stopped and hung upsidedown from a branch* Hn.....just a human. *She watched as the girl walked around carrying a sword, looking back and forth nervously*

[alliumphobia !!]

*She sat up in a tree, humming a demonic lullaby to herself. Sensing something, she quickly stopped and hung upsidedown from a branch* Hn.....just a human. *She watched as the girl walked around carrying a sword, looking back and forth nervously*

[Ami]

Valora remained motionless, save for a small twitch as her muscles tensed as she sensed someone coming. Slowly, she drew a dagger from somewhere deep within the folds of her long cloak, but kept her hand loosely at her side.

[A_Rewritten_Past]

Sits on the side off the street cloths drenched in water hoping his next victim is a success....cars had passed by with no ounce of care of the water that splashed back hitting titus over and over again. He sat there with an old dirty grunge looking cup holding it out hoping someone would lend him at lease a nickel....But this misery would end soon he would find this person with the bounty on its head and kill this person giving him the money he dreamed of

[Ario J. Amedeus]

*Slowly, a still, cloaked, figure creeps into his view. He crouches to the ground, knowing that he has just found his next bounty head.*

[Sinner Sora]

Name: Naiya
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Fox Demon
Apperance: LIke avi but with a cloak and fox tail
Weapon: sword
Bounty or Bounty Hunter: Bounty

[Sinner Sora]

Looks at the sky her tail hidden under her cloak also her ears making her look like a human. "Well today's peaceful."

[Ami]

Ario J. Amedeus

*Slowly, a still, cloaked, figure creeps into his view. He crouches to the ground, knowing that he has just found his next bounty head.*

Noticing a bit of movement out of the corner of her eye, Valora took a step back, putting herself in a defensive stance. She chukled a bit to herself, and stared at Ario, a malicious glint in her eye.

"So...you just going to sit there all day, or you gonna come get me?"

((sorry if my replies seem a bit slow...my computer's giving me grief over here...))

[A_Rewritten_Past]

BreachOfPresumption

Sits on the side off the street cloths drenched in water hoping his next victim is a success....cars had passed by with no ounce of care of the water that splashed back hitting titus over and over again. He sat there with an old dirty grunge looking cup holding it out hoping someone would lend him at lease a nickel....But this misery would end soon he would find this person with the bounty on its head and kill this person giving him the money he dreamed of

Titus had took another deep breath hoping these days would end...He smirked lifting himself off the ground letting go of his cup letting it drop to the floor and shatter to peices pushing itself in every direction titus had then continued to walk on hoping today is a new day a different day

[OmenSephyOth]

Name: Omen Sephyoth
Age: ??
Gender: Male.
Race: Human Mercenary.
Apperance: Black Cloak, Long White Hair, Young Face.
Weapon: Wields a Double-Bladed Murasame Sword.
Bounty or Bounty Hunter:
stressed

[Ario J. Amedeus]

*He slowly un sheathed both his daggers, and held them in his 'Vis-eki' stance, the right hand behind his back holding the dagger in a stabing position, while the left was held infront and held lightly so that it could be layed on his forearm. He readyed himself for an attack, hoping that the bounty had not heard him.*

[alliumphobia !!]

* Miko jumped down from the branch without making a sound. She crept up behind the girl, about to draw her katana, but then thought otherwise. Reaching out her hand, she tapped the girl on the shoulder* Looking for someone?

[Dakon_BloodStone]

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((EXPLICIT POST PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU ARE SQUIMISH))

~the pregnant woman stumbled into the tavern clutching her stomach, sweat poured down her face as her eyes were glazed over with fear, she stumbled near the fire place where she fell to her knees, she slowly whispered~ God please save m..~before the last word was finished a clawed hand burst from her stomach as the blood and bits of innards feel to the floor with a disgusting splat, a small river of blood flowed from the left corner of her mouth, the pain racked her body in spasams, she tried to speak, as another clawed hand burst from between her legs, as birthing fluids and gore splashed out in all directions...she slowly fell back he head hitting the tavern floor with a hollow thud...if one looked closely they could see what appeared to be a face pressing from the inside out of her stomach, two fangs began to rip the tender flesh and fat that coated the stomach, and from the now tattered womb he rose,slowly,the fluids of birth and death dripped from his nude body, he ripped his other arm free from between her legs it was followed by a sickening crunch as the pelvic bone snapped, he brought his hand to his mouth, teasingly letting the tip graze across the side tasting the essence of life and death, he smirked, clenching his other hand as the fluids rushed from his body to a massive puddle near by, the black fluid seeps from his pores hardening forming his black plate mail, embedded in the armor on the back of his left hand sparkled the transparent gem, the soul of neutrality..and embedded in the armor on the back of his right hand sparkled the aqua colored gem, the soul of regret..He chuckled as he lifted the tattered carcase, as the pool of bile and gore ignited in flames, he carelessly tossed the body upon the pyre, death had come...now where do you run when the very thing that hunts you hides in your very own heart~

~the air became stale as the smell of death and decay became evident..almost as if the oxygen itself had died..becoming stale and hollow...the wood began to creak and groan begging for release from the coming darkness....the shadows pulsed and hummed a ancient hymn from times not yet remembered...the darkness has come...the slayer of man..woman..child..a true hater of all and everything..every day this b*****d child carries the weight of your hate and deciet upon his shoulders..and everyday you simply add more to it...now can you really blame this innocent for taking your life when it was you who made him~

[Dakon_BloodStone]

((EXPLICIT POST PLEASE IGNORE IF YOU ARE SQUIMISH))

~the pregnant woman stumbled into the tavern clutching her stomach, sweat poured down her face as her eyes were glazed over with fear, she stumbled near the fire place where she fell to her knees, she slowly whispered~ God please save m..~before the last word was finished a clawed hand burst from her stomach as the blood and bits of innards feel to the floor with a disgusting splat, a small river of blood flowed from the left corner of her mouth, the pain racked her body in spasams, she tried to speak, as another clawed hand burst from between her legs, as birthing fluids and gore splashed out in all directions...she slowly fell back he head hitting the tavern floor with a hollow thud...if one looked closely they could see what appeared to be a face pressing from the inside out of her stomach, two fangs began to rip the tender flesh and fat that coated the stomach, and from the now tattered womb he rose,slowly,the fluids of birth and death dripped from his nude body, he ripped his other arm free from between her legs it was followed by a sickening crunch as the pelvic bone snapped, he brought his hand to his mouth, teasingly letting the tip graze across the side tasting the essence of life and death, he smirked, clenching his other hand as the fluids rushed from his body to a massive puddle near by, the black fluid seeps from his pores hardening forming his black plate mail, embedded in the armor on the back of his left hand sparkled the transparent gem, the soul of neutrality..and embedded in the armor on the back of his right hand sparkled the aqua colored gem, the soul of regret..He chuckled as he lifted the tattered carcase, as the pool of bile and gore ignited in flames, he carelessly tossed the body upon the pyre, death had come...now where do you run when the very thing that hunts you hides in your very own heart~

~the air became stale as the smell of death and decay became evident..almost as if the oxygen itself had died..becoming stale and hollow...the wood began to creak and groan begging for release from the coming darkness....the shadows pulsed and hummed a ancient hymn from times not yet remembered...the darkness has come...the slayer of man..woman..child..a true hater of all and everything..every day this b*****d child carries the weight of your hate and deciet upon his shoulders..and everyday you simply add more to it...now can you really blame this innocent for taking your life when it was you who made him~

[Dakon_BloodStone]

((grrr))