[PRP] And let the games Begin...[Hallows Bane x Nymphalidae]

[Nayci]

Every story has a beginning...

The Victims Players:





“The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own.” -- Michael Konda

 

[Nayci]

Evening had come all to slow for Hallows liking, the sunset casting hues of gold, red, and orange over the surrounding sky. Night couldn’t come fast enough. Hallows breathed a sigh of relief, a small puff of smoke coming out of his nostrils. The sun warmed him too much and made him uncomfortable. He didn’t really understand why his body reacted the way it did, doubted it was because of his coat of blacks and greens, but he didn’t really care. Nothing really mattered at this current time.

He could hear his family settling down for the night not too far from where he stood. It was his watch tonight, to protect his family and give warning should the need arise. However, he doubted anything would come. It never did. And so he was stuck in the endless boredom of his mind. Hallows wanted something new to come his way; something new, exciting. Something that would give him a run for his money, to actually give him a challenge for once. Boredom was not something this Soquili wanted.

So as he walked down the path towards his post he heard suddenly heard a shift in the trees nearby, a new scent that he had never come across before. Hallows stopped and stood straighter, his ears cocked forward listening. The sound of hoof beats met them.

Hallows growled lowly in his throat in warning and the hoof falls came closer, “Show yourself.”
 

[Nayci]

Hallows regarded the mare in quiet curiosity, there was something about her that was different, if her words about him making her lose her dinner gave any indication. Her boldness in coming out in a seemingly unafraid fashion caught him off guard as well. Most would have already either up and left without so much a word or showing themselves. Or came out rather intimidated.

"My apologies. I wasn't aware that a Soquili hunted at night," he replied rather dryly.

Never mind the fact that she said hunted instead of grazed. Whatever she ate was her business, not his. She was rather intriguing to be honest, both in looks and her personality from what he'd seen so far. Very intriguing. But alas this was not the time to allow his mind to wander. She was here in his herd's territory and he was curious to know just how far in she was going to wander. She didn't seem like she posed any threat at the moment, although that horn looked rather sharp and looks could be rather deceiving.
 

[Nayci]

A valid response; he had to give her that much at. And she was a proud creature. Admirable, nothing like the mares in his current herd. Such as it was that was the reason he hadn't settled down with a female yet. Not fit his fancy, rather sad when you lived in a rather large herd made up of mostly females. Hence why he was always the lookout.

As to her question he had to word it carefully. Not so much for her sake but for his. If word got back to his herd that he did indeed partake in flesh on the New Moon every month things would not be the greatest. And honestly he didn't want to deal with it. Yeah, it annoyed him to no end but his herd was all he really had.

"I do partake in the eating of flesh, but only on the full moon."
 

[Nayci]

Hallow's looked intently at the mare in front of him. So many questions and so many answers he could give to her. But he opted for the honest one.

"I honestly am not completely sure why. Something in my blood tells me to wait on the full moon. Be that as it may I'm neither a Uni or Kalona, so therefore their genes I would assume do not affect me. Some, if not most who come into my presence consider me a silent demon and cringe in my company."

He looked up at the sky and the half moon, "I do not live in shame. I merely follow my instincts. I will hunt with you this night, but I most likely not partake in flesh. There are still two days until I truly feed."
 

[Nayci]

"As you wish. There is a place nearby with a herd of small dear. I've noticed that one or two have recently gotten injured. It shouldn't be too difficult to take them," Hallows explain nonchalantly turning to the left on his hindquarters and walking towards the northern forest.

The wind rustled his mane as it floated past and his pupil narrowed even more than it already was as the darkness of the trees overtook his form. He could hear the pink maned mare close by. For once he felt a bit more ease with someone, and who knew it would be female. He'd let his guard down...eventually, if the time proved to be right. But for now he was content with just hunting with her.

"Well this is interesting," he mused, "we are suddenly hunting with one another and yet I do not know your name. I am known as Hallows Bane, or the Silent Demon in less than friendly company. My herd calls me Hallows. You may call me what you wish."
 

[Nayci]

Hallows flicked one ear back at her to listen. Her answer was soft, quite unlike her in Hallows opinion. She seemed like the proud type. Which most certainly wasn't a bad quality.

"Pleasure Nymphalidae, I'll be sure to remember it," Hallows replied just as lowly.

A break in the trees cameall too soon into Hallows vision and his eyes narrowed. They were close to their meal, or Nymphalidae's meal he should say. He could smell blood in the air. Yes, one he knew for sure was injured, and just recently at that. With every step he took he made them lighter, softer, almost mute in nature. Almost like a lion his eyes narrowed to slits and crouched lightly in a predatory manner. Nevermind that Nymhalidae was with him, he smelt blood, and he wanted it.

"Two-o'clock, the injured one," he growled lowly in his throat.
 

[Nayci]

Hallows wasn't far behind her, teeth bared he pushed through the foliage and cut off an escape path for the deer in front of him. The deer, already scared almost to death by Nymphilidae skidded to the side and tried to make a run for it from the stallion and his partner.

He couldn't help but grin devilishly, it was all child's play to him. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins, his heart beating strongly in his chest as he singled out the injured one he smelt. All he started to feel was bloodlust. For the first time ever he felt it before the full moon. And it felt damn good.

Coming up strongly from the injured deers left he quickly and efficiently slammed his horns into its gut. He could feel the deers ribs crack and his yelp of pain. However he didn't want to have all the fun, he did have someone else with him as well.

With every lope the deer was starting to tire and as such Hallows cut it off, giving Nymphalidae just enough time to land the killing blow.