Hunter becomes Hunted (Open)

[Anonymous]

Aranethon moved slowly through the leaves lying on the ground. His grey eyes focusing on the target right in front of him, his right hand firmly gripped around his swords handle. There he walked, slowly to not make any noise waiting on the perfect moment to strike at his target. Only a mere minute or so separated his targets blood from crawling across his sword like many others had before it. He slowly lifted his sword and with a firm swing of his hand, his sword cut through the flesh of his target; bringing his sword back up as small but abundant blood drops fell to the ground and on his boots. Through it all, Aranethon eyes never moved away from his target as he watched the target fall to the ground in a lying position. The gray color soon became replaced by a dark red.

A smile crept onto Aranethon face as he examined his victim. His imagination already at work, his brain let the fictional taste marinate in his mind as he continued staring at his target. The wolf let out a last howl before becoming quiet and motionless on the ground of the Draconi Forest. He brought his sword towards the ground as he gave a few swings to try and make the blood drop faster before bringing his sword back up and settled it where it belong. With both of his now freed hands, Aranethon grabbed the wolf by the front legs before lifting him up from the ground. Regardless of the blood flowing down onto his hands or clothes, Aranethon continued towards his temporary camp in the forest.

Upon his arrival at his temporary made camp, Aranethon placed his target motionless body on the ground, close to where he'd soon install a fire to cook his meal for the night. It didn't take much time for Aranethon to move around the camp, finding the tools and items he would need to create his fire. Once he had regrouped all of the necessities, he deposited them beside the wolf body before taking one last glance around to make sure he didn't have any presence from outsiders. After satisfying his fear of being looked at, he turned around and started his process to create a fire. It took Aranethon a few tries but he soon was able to have a beautiful flame spawn from the ground and upwards across the small logs and branches he had settle down previously.

Once he was pleased with the flame, Aranethon moved a step backwards and took a seat on the ground close to the wolf. His grey eyes looked out at the endless amount of trees before him. The quiet sounds of the forest reassuring his mind as he closed his eyes for a few seconds to let the peace of the forest enter deeper into his body. With his hands, he dragged the wolf closer to his knees before taking a knife and starting the quest for clean meat. The crackling sound of the branches burning in front of him as he continued his work while listening to the lonely howl of the wolfs and the sound of animals moving across the branches, leaves and dirt. Another much larger smile appeared on his face as the moment brought back memories of his trips alone outside of the farm when he was younger.

[Anonymous]

Fear. Running wildly. It was getting closer. Choking the very life's breath from his lungs.

Fear. Silence. Could no one hear him scream out here? But was he really screaming? Were the voices he heard real? Were they really out there? Watching, waiting. Hungrily, patiently. Waiting...

Waiting...

Out there. In the bigger world, one would not make it far being afraid of the dark. Especially not one with a wild imagination and a loner personality. They were there and he knew it. The monsters in the shadows, or were they the shadows themselves, waiting to eat him alive. He could feel their grasp brush across his legs, choke him with the pressure they created in his chest. He could hear his heart beating loudly in his ears. He began to run.

Faster...

He ran faster and faster, trying to escape the darkness that chased him. He could feel it's breath trickling like slime down the back of his neck. He sped up, not noticing anything, not being able to see in the dark had it's disadvantages, but it seemed that this young child was rendered completely bind in such situations. Rendered completely useless. Powerless.

Farther into the darkness, and yet, closer to the light he ran, the sweat dripping over his forehead, cold and clammy, yet hot and full of life. That's when he saw it. Light. There was light in the distance. It was small, so it was probably a ways away, and he was growing tired, the breath leaving his lungs in short, raspy gasps of air. He ran faster, feeling almost as if he were flying, silently running through the night, through the dense fog of the shadows that pooled around him, imprisoning him.

But oh! The light!

He was getting closer, he could make out that it was a flame at this point and time. He was nearly close enough to smell the smoke rising into his nostrils, the heat of it on his skin.

That was when it happened. A branch in his path, winding itself around his ankle, dragging him down to the ground with a scream and a thud. The darkness engulfed him, and try as hard as he could, he couldn't find a way to release himself from the clutches of the branch that entangled his now very sprained ankle. Fear began to cloud his judgement, impair his vision, and make the rest of his senses triple in ability. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, but it was getting to be too great of a threat to him, and soon, his terrified scream echoed through the night...

[Anonymous]

Aranethon hands continued to move the knife around the meat as it flushed right through it without much resistance. The only part that had caused problems to Aranethon was the fur. Though he had now been able to take care of it and had piled some parts of fur in a corner of his temporary camp. He was going to let the blood dry before he'd arrange that only the fur was left, that way if ever temperatures got too cold, he would have another batch of clothes that would be warmer then what he was currently wearing. It would take him more then one wolf fur though to cover his whole body and so would probably just create a normal fur cloak that he could wrap around his body instead of making individual parts for each of his body parts. His mind was taken away from his clothing plans as he heard something trip down before hearing a distinctive scream.

He had heard plenty of screams and he could easily state that this was not an animal. No animal screamed like what had been screamed. It could easily be a lost mere human who doesn't have a great sense of orientation. Aranethon stood up as his right hand moved to his respective place in situations like this and that was on his sword handle. That way he could take his sword out in a mere fraction of a second. Enough time to defend himself from any animal or a two leg walking creature. He slowly made his way west through the bushes and out in the darkness of the forest, only his outline was visible. His face was now darken by the darkness as he made his way towards the location that the scream had come from.

His feet moving slowly as he kept his defence stance up. His eyes squirting to see better in the darkness. He would be a liar if he said that this scream hadn't taken him by surprise. He wasn't sure what was lying around behind the branches and leaves that the forest inhabited. He continued to march forward before stopping as he waited for another sound that would indicate where the creature was. A breeze of wind crept into his back as he had a moment of coldness go down his spine. He immediately drew his sword out waving it slowly around. His eyes trying to make some kind of form out of this darkness though he still couldn't see anything that would have caused the sound that had vibrated through the area. "Show yourself" Aranethon screamed to the darkness, hoping that it would intimidate the creature backwards or make it move so that he could find it and use the darkness to get him by surprise. His breath was picking up as his fear spread across his body. It wouldn't be long before he would be shaking and Aranethon knew that he needed to control himself if he wanted to look intimidating to his enemy though it was hard when you didn't see what you were facing nor did you know where it was.

[Anonymous]

It came creeping closer, engulfing him completely in it's slimy claws. The light was slowly vanishing. The protective light he had wished so hard upon, the light he was clinging to. The light. His life. What was the difference in it now? Whether he lived or died? What did it matter in this cold hearted, selfish world of misery and darkness?

The trembling began to take over once more, once he noticed the figure in the shadows standing up and blocking his life light. Half of him wanted to scream at the being to the hell out of it's way so that he could attempt to extend his pitiful attempt at life, but he figured that wouldn't be the best idea in case the creature was hostile. He did not wish to entice a creature that could very easily kill him. That would be extremely stupid, especially since every time he moved his ankle, pain shot up his leg.

Upon hearing the shout of the other male, who seemed to be nearly as frightened as he was, a ray of hope shot through his chest. Was this person offering to help him? Was that a campsite? Were there more of them? But that small glimmer of hope was soon fading. What if they would kill him anyways for making them go all the way out there. The man was a lot bigger than him, and most likely had some sort of weapon. But he couldn't help feel utter loss at the idea that his life had been wasted until this point and that he may actually die out here.

"Help me... Please. I'm stuck." His voice was soft, frightened, and rather raspy in tone from all the running he had been doing since he had hit the dark forest. It wasn't his fault of course, he had been misled. Someone a town back had given him false directions and urged him to go in there. Looking back on it, he decided that he would never trust a stupid human again. He looked up pathetically, the inner circles of his eyes glowing a light blue. "My ankle. I think I may have broken it..." Yes. He was currently redefining pathetic.

((ooc: Sorry it's so short I really have very limited muse right now! ^^; I promise the next one will be longer!))

[Anonymous]

Aranethon wasn't crazy, he had heard that scream. The whole forest had, the feeling that the forest gave off wasn't the same as it had been before, animals were on alert, the whole forest awaited the next few seconds of this moment. None of them sure how it would happen nor how it would resolve into. Aranethon had the possibility of killing the creature just as much as the creature had the possibility of killing Aranethon with a surprised attack. The surprise attack, that was what Aranethon feared the most. As good as a fighter he was, his back was always more vulnerable and if jumped at the right time, Aranethon wouldn't be able to react fast enough to defend himself. His back wasn't the only part, considering Aranethon never carried or fought with a shield, he was as vulnerable in the back as he was on his sides. The only advantage was, he'd have more time to react to a sideways attack then from behind. His ears were pointing upwards to its maximum, trying to grasp any little sound waves that would give a boost to Aranethon in the probably upcoming battle.

When Aranethon heard the plea for help, he was thrown down a black hole like some would say. He stood there, his elven feet frozen to the ground unsure how to react. His mind had been running on the almost positive fact that he would be engaged in a fight and all of this ended with a plea for help. Not only was it a plea but a plea filled with a voice that was far from intimidating. Was it a trap? Maybe the person wanted Aranethon to feel in a position of domination and would attack Aranethon while he was over confident? Everything was possible at that exact moment in his head. He wasn't sure what to do, what to think or even what to want. He was confused, lost, and surprised. Here was the last spot he would ever think of hearing a plea for help. Aranethon still with his sword in his right hand, moved closer to the person as he examined with his eyes the situation. "What do I gain from helping you? How can I trust that you won't take the advantage of having me in a defenceless position to strike?" He probably would sound arrogant or stupid to the person lying down, but Aranethon didn't know him nor was he gaining anything from helping a person that the last he could recall was running in a dark forest with no light source.

He took a few steps closer before examining where the person feet was stuck. He didn't take any further moves as he awaited a reply from the person. His eyes moved towards where he could only see the slightest features of the persons face. From what he had gathered by scanning the body with his eyes was that this person was from the male gender. His voice also pointed towards that fact but he didn't want to trust his judgment on voice only, he had been fooled a couple of times by girls who had manly voices.

(OOC: It wasn't short. Gave me what I needed to create a reply.)

[Anonymous]

The boy let out a soft sort of noise, laying completely on the ground, after all, he was stuck, and now that he had company, his fear was getting a little easier to deal with. "Please... i won't attack. I only have one weapon anyways. Plus I'm much smaller than you. Please sir... I'm afraid of the dark..."

His voice sounded pathetic really, all in all that's what he was, pathetic. A worthless half breed in the eyes of his brother and parents. Something just left on their doorstep in the rain. A half elf, raised by angels, and hated by all. He let out a soft, whimpering sigh and tried to move his entwined foot again, feeling the pain running up his leg. Maybe it was more than sprained. He had yanked it pretty hard.

He looked up at the male, the center of his eyes glowing a soft blue. "Please help me sir. I don't have much. But you can take it if you want." He was desperate. He didn't know if this person was going to kill him or not, but at that point in time he didn't seem to really care. All he wanted was a place in the light. He had been tricked into coming into this forest, though he figured he should have known better. Now he wondered if he would even make it through the night. It seemed Karma had a bad way of getting its revenge on mistakes like him.

((again short.. No muse))