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Ciprianus and Schuyler nodded, parting ways. She went east, he the opposite. They moved silent, undetectable. Not even the birds stirred from their perches as they darted among the foliage. She felt open without him by her side, but the experiment made it necessary for them to split apart. I may have two eyes, Ciprianus had told her through his thoughts, but they're attached to a single head.

She sighed, missing the big brute already. As she ran, she would grab unsuspecting woodland creatures, watching their terror with a sadistic delight. But she didn't kill any. It was too simple when she wanted to be invisible. They were stupid animals, brains smaller than her hand, and deserved a fair chance to live or die. She would just release them in a safe location and watch them observe that they weren't dead with a stupefied sort of relief.

Schuyler located her target. She squirreled up a tree nearby, watching him take a deer down. Babysitting wasn't exactly what she had had in mind when she had first suggested a hunting contest, but Ciprianus was right. They weren't loyal to her. And if they were, she would have been concerned for their mental well-being. Silently, she watched from the tree, ready to moe if need be.

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Ciprianus moved like a shadow, impossible to detect even to the keenest of eyes. Hell, he had had the longest time to practice the art of avoiding detection. He'd better be pretty damn good at it. He wedged himself between two large trees, peering out at his own target. It wasn't looking too good. Ciprianus mused if he should just act now. Stop the chase before it even happened. He grinned, settling back down. No, the chase was the best part.

((whew that was a long one smile ))

She almost laughed at her own stupidity. She had taken every sense into account except for smell. Of course, wolves have keen senses of smell. Schuyler didn't feel like standing up just yet, so she lazily called, "True, true. But maybe I put less faith in your ability to escape then you think. Do you smell my demon friend? Didn't think so. He's miles away, unable to aid me if I needed it this instant. Doesn't that just make you want to spring away from weak, little old me?" This time, Schuyler did laugh.

She hopped down from the tree, more excited now, and examined Edward's kill. "Very nice," she said, nodding her head seriously. "You'll probably be the winner. My partner is off ensuring that dragon-boy doesn't fly away. It leaves me with what feeble skills are bestowed upon us humans." She grinned. "And maybe a few skills that I've gained along the way."

Damien walked into a forest claering an sighed,ok...mabey just one kill, Damien thought seeing a small rabbit hop around a tree not to far away. Damien's claws grew longer for a seocnd as he lept at the rabbit killing it with his claws. Damien picked up the dead rabbit and engulfed it in flames but suddenly the flames stopped. The rabbit was perfectly cooked. Damien's head formed a dragon's one as he threw the rabbit into his mouth and swallowed. Damien's head slwoly turned into his human on and the same for his hands. Damien sighed,I'm still hungry..he said in his head but shook his head,this is now the perfect chance to get away...Dmaien thought feleing some of his energy come back as he quickly digested the rabbit. For some reason Damien felt like he was being watched...he shrugged off the thought. Dmaien jumped up and grabbed a low hanging tree branch and pulled himself up and the same with the others until he got to the top of the tree,I'm not completly healed yet, so I can't fly any higher then I start off at...so I can only fly right above the trees...Damien thought. in a burst of flames a set on wings appered on Damien's back and he jumped he started to flap them and he was soon flying, but just an inch above the trees. Damien picked up speed quickly and kept flying.

(( crying shes not on now. why cant she be on when im on crying ))

((it's okay everyone, you can relax. here i come to save the day. *switches to superhero costume* up up and away!))

Schuyler caught him and laid him down gently, her glare shifting to the hunters. Her eyes glazed over in pure hatred, her hands shaking with rage. It was hard for her to grab her blade out of its sheath and hold it steady before her. "Killing them won't be the problem," she growled through clenched teeth. "Keeping them alive long enough to make them suffer... there's the problem."

The cheers from the hunters began to fade as they saw Schuyler advancing, despite her stature, looking very menacing. Perhaps it was the dead look in her eyes. "That was mine!" she roared, watching them jump back with fear with a sense of satisfaction. She had them on edge; they wre panicky, obviously not used to fighting girls. But there was no sympathy for them. They had mortally damaged something that was hers. Blood was the price.

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Ciprianus's grin widened. The dragon was such a fool. Did he really suspect Schuyler was stupid enough to leave him alone without some sort of surveillance? Not that it mattered to him, but Ciprianus questioned whether or not the chase would be any fun. After all, if the dragon wasn't thinking on his feet now, he would probably be even less of a challenge during the chaos of a fight.

He loped after the dragon, keeping up with his pace. Worried that he might ascend--and Ciprianus had no desire to change foms (such a pain-staking process)--, Ciprianus leapt into a tree, hopping from branch to branch, quickly making his way to the treetops. He didn't wish to remain hidden, so he let a small howl escape his mouth, alerting the dragon to his presence.

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By the time she was done mutilating the corpses, there wasn't much left of them. It had only taken a minute or so, but parts were missing and blood painted the trees around her and the grass carpet. Remembering that Edward was wounded, she stole back over to him, feeling some semblance of other emotions besides hatred creep back into her.

Mechanically, she examined the bullet wound, and realized that she couldn't do much about it. If the lung was punctured, then there was a good chance of infection, which ultimately led to pneumonia. Of course, that's if he didn't bleed to death first. The only person that could help him--and would agree to do so without having to be at knife-point--was Ciprianus. The inconvenient thing was that Schuyler wasn't exactly sure where the demon had gotten off to. He was far enough away that their mental link was weak, communication impossible.

Schuyler hefted Edwards body up. The only way she could get Ciprianus in time was getting close enough to make contact and tell him what was wrong. Easier said than done. She darted off into the brush, heading west, and hopefull to where Ciprianus was.

((whew, another long one!!))

Edward was aware of what was happening, but he kept his eyes closed. there were tears streaming from his closed eyes. he was focused on one thing, the only thing that mattered at the moment. trying to breathe. the air in his left lung was already used and he couldnt really exhale it because of the hole, but he was trying his hardest to stay alive.

a slow smile spread across his face. he wasnt all there, which was proven by his next statement. "i love you, mom." then he went restfully to sleep.