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 Posted: Thu Jul 13, 2017 6:22 am
You Need To Chill Out!
Username: DarkenWoodWolf
Prompt Response: Sunlight never bothered him, not the way that he thought it would. It was warm, but he was cold. It made for a nice balance. Kapetanios Psychros took steady steps forward, large form moving with ease through then thin underbrush. It wasn't too warm here, not yet, but he had a feeling in the coming months, should he decide to stay in the area, he would be looking for mountain peaks, rather than this slow decent into a valley between them. Still, this was the path that creature took, so it was the path he would take. He would find her, it was just a matter of time.
And Psy, yeah, he could be patient.
There were faint scorch marks that showed her passing, just a bit of burned leaves here, or there. A singed stick. A paw print edged in black. Small things, but it made her easy to follow. Almost like she was leaving him a trail, like she was taunting him. Well, if that was her goal, it definitely worked. His pursuit was as inescapable as winter was. Perhaps she thought she was faster, or stronger, or just better than he. But he new the truth of it.
Heat and cold? Ice and Fire? Both powerful in their own rights, both equally and devastatingly weak to each other. Maybe that was why she had come after him in the first place. A preemptive strike? Trying to intimidate him, make him afraid, simply because she was. Perhaps. Or maybe she was just hot headed and needed to chill. Psy would never be able to tell. He had no affinity for fire, or those that lived by its sway.
Her attack, though, had taken him by surprise, though perhaps he should have expected it. It was the longest day of the year, what they called the Summer Solstice here. Psy supposed that it would make her feel more powerful, the day when it was the furthest winter. Still, waiting until that Solstice was foolhearty. Though it may have been a type of power for the fire creature, it was also the turning point when summer started the inevitable decent into winter. Every day, the cold got stronger while the warm got weaker.
Psy wouldn't wait until the Solstice, for his solstice, to finish this little game the other had started. No, he didn't need too. After all, ice was not his only strength. It would protect him from the fire, for a bit, sure, and the ice, his ice, would make very neat little scratches on her fur, so that his poisons could work against her. It was something that he was taught a long time ago, by parents he could barely remember. The right combination of plants and herbs and he wouldn't have to rely on his strength alone to defeat his enemies. Just one scratch, one break in the skin, using the spines of ice along his back and tail, or the horn on his head, when coated with the poison, would make sure that he would always win.
Now, he wasn't actually going to kill her with what he had planned. Just make her... unable to fight him until he found someplace he could put her on ice for a while. After all, it wouldn't due to finish her off without some answers as to why she had attacked him, and lead him on this wretched chase to begin with. All he had to do was catch her, now, and like the ice do the rest. With a smirk, he descended, making his way carefully down the slope. Perhaps this would turn out to be a nice day after all.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2018 10:27 am
Hunter Entrant Username: DarkenWoodWolf Soquili's Name: Kallan (Gaelic meaning of the name is Powerful in the Battle) Personality: Kallan is a patient thing. Or at least, she has come to be in the time since her freedom was taken from her. The battle and subsequent capture fed fury into her veins, keeping her warm and ready in the dank and cold cell they kept her in. It had not been a good day for her. She'd stopped raging against them, turning silent and sullen for a time, before going slightly mad. Sweetly mad. Her smile was bright and it might even seem sincere, for all she would tear the face off of anyone she got the chance too. Still, it was something that she practiced, pretending to be sweet. To be cowed. She would kill them all one day, when she had the chance. All it would take was a little bit of patience, waiting for them to make their mistake. And she would kill all of them. It would be fun. Kallan would take the time to enjoy herself, the time to make them suffer. She was patient, and they would make their mistake eventually. Backstory:One day, she was born. Kallan was always special, though that wasn't her name then. Her childhood was all playing and fun. Or what a Skinwalker would consider as such. It was a trail of bodies and blood behind her, and she had no care in the world. Kallan adapted herself to different weapons, finding what worked best for her as she carved her way through to adulthood. She was never bested. Until she was. Of all the things she'd faced, it was not a simple herd that worried her. She should have known betteer. The first time she lost did not end in death, as she had hoped. There had been another pawed one there, one who helped take her down. She didn't know the name, but she would forget the stallion and his floofy tail. It was impossible that one such as he should have taken her down. Upon waking again, in surprise, in dismay, to find herself in a cell, contained. Trapped. Captured. At first, Kallan raged, refused to accept what they called her, refused to be their pet killer. After some time, and so many failed attempts at killing her captors, she allowed herself to change how she behaved toward them. And now? Now they were standing tall, telling her she would be hunting someone for them. The reasons didn't matter. Kallan, as she was now, could see they had held onto her weapons. They held her freedom in exchange. How could she say no?
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