[center][img]https://images.cooltext.com/5248721.png[/img][/center] [center][sub] talking with Celosia[@Kitty] [/sub] [/center] The shadows had faded to nothing before the hunter was entirely out of view. The last thing the coven needed right now was for a hunter to follow them back because Taran was too eager to return home. Alexina would not look to kindly on him leading a true enemy back to the coven while their home was in turmoil. And so...they waited. Once he was certain that the hunter was too far away to easily track them, he allowed his body to feel the exhaustion of the day. His legs ached from running and his wrist still burned, while his finger had gone worryingly numb. “[color=708090]I think we are good to-[/color]” Taran felt the would ‘go’ die on his lips as he turned to look at Celosia. Starting from her roots, Taran watched as her hair turned bright molton orange and spread down her body, incinerating her clothing as it went before finally pooling around her ankles. The girl quickly covered her body with her dripping hair, but not before Taran caught sight of the gentle, very naked, curves of her body. He immediately looked away, refusing to meet the girls eyes again, even after she had adjusted her ‘hair’ to save her modesty. The smell of the woods burning filled the air as tiny (but ever growing) plumes of smoke started to rise into the air. “[color=708090]You can control that...right?[/color]” he said, his eyes glued to the slowly appearing stars “[color=708090]Alexina doesn’t like it when people mess with her forest[/color],” [hr] [hr] [center][img]https://images.cooltext.com/5248501.png[/img][/center] The scream of a child echoed through the night. For all of it’s short falls, Seren’s Folly was not a dangerous place for children to live. Without hesitation, Lyra took off towards the sound, leaving Emiliah to go after her supplies on her own. The thought of following her hardly crossing Emiliah’s mind. Either Lyra could handle it on her own, or it would be suicide for Emiliah to try and help empty handed. Her cottage wasn’t far though, a few street over from the tavern. She would have to count on the girl holding her own until she could return. [hr] [center][img]https://images.cooltext.com/5248231.png[/img][/center] [hider=Hunters Book of Monsters] [i] [b]Goblin Lore:[/b] Goblins are skittish creatures that like to lurk among the dark places of the world. Ruins, crypts, caves and thickly covered bogs being their favorites. They tend to avoid interacting with most humans. The most common tales of interaction are of human caravans that come too close to goblins hunting grounds and farmers complaining about the goblins attacking their livestock. Goblins are fascinated by chickens. There is evidence that they see the creatures as a type of god on earth. When Goblins get too hyped up in a large crowd, they have been known to cause havoc that would topil most towns. Like orcs, of which they share a common ancestor, they tend to favor the pleasure of ‘human flesh’. Rarely discriminating between genders and often confused between fornication and eating their victim. It is unclear by what means the creatures are motivated…..[/i] [i] [b]Weidango Lore: [/b] They are creatures of gluttony. Formed by man and doomed to never be sated. These creatures are beyond reason, their hunger being the only thing that drives them. They are often found in deserted mines, caves and other place far away from any human settlement. They are said to be the twisted remains of a man driven to do horrible things. As all men do when they are starving. They are fast, faster than you can imagine and deceptively strong. The only thing that truly keeps god-fearing men safe from these creatures is that they cannot think or breed…. [/i] [/hider] She had her home clearly in her sights when a heavy weight crashed into her legs. Sending her sprawling into the dirt. Through the dim light given off by the torches that lined the streets, Emiliah caught sight of a small, dog size creature pulling itself up. It’s body was covered in oozing sores and small tufts of hair springing up at odd angles. It opened it mouth to reveal a mess of long, broken and jagged teeth. [center][i]A Goblin [/i] [/center] His eyes were wild, like he was just as surprised to run into her and she was to be ran into. It let out a gargled call and a nearby window shattered as another goblin crashed through it. Clutching a wooden spoon with one hand, while using the other to pull out the glass now stuck in his arm. They were mostly harmless creatures. Goblins. Well...not harmless, they were destructive diseased creatures...the rats of the monster world. They could topple a small town and ruin lives with there sheer ferocity. But at least they were easy to kill. A sharp pain shot up Emiliah’s leg as yet a third goblin joined their party. His claws ripping at her pants, tearing threw them like nothing, drawing blood in their wake. With a poorly concealed scream, she yanked her leg back, freeing it from the creatures claws, before stomping down hard on the creature. It let out a howl of pain, grasping at it’s leg. She didn’t think she broke it, but it wouldn’t be overly eager to follow her for the time being. She bolted towards her front door, yanking it open and slamming it shut behind her a second later. She could hear those who had retired early being roused by what must have been a sizable tribe of goblins. The three she ran into cleary not being the only things to terrorize the town this night. With her spear now in hand, Emiliah braced herself for her reentry into the world. A glance out her front window showed the goblins in all their horrible might. A group of them had a poor soul pinned down as they began to tear his clothes apart, their claws drawing blood at the same time, the scream of the man begging for people to help as the fowl creatures began to do unspeakable things to him. Emiliah pulled open her door, just has one of her three friends from earlier tried to bust in. The creature raced inside, only to be met with a quick and merciful death. Her satisfaction was short lived as the odour of the creatures blood was among one the foulest scent. From somewhere else a huge plume of smoke started raise from what was sure to be even more goblin antics. Something even the most oblivious of hunters was sure to notice. [hr] [center][h3]Wendi[/h3][/center] [center]Interacting [@Dark Light] Kyzler and attacking Sheffield [@Cryptek12][/center] A foul stench permeated the air. The hunter that had been chasing her shouted out some nonsense. The stench grew stronger. “[color=pink]No[/color]!” Wendi’s voice coming out louder than any humans should. “[color=pink]No Goblins are not good for eating! They wreck and poison good meat![/color]” She let out another ear splitting screech before jumping back at the hunter who was closest to her. With far more strength than anything her size should poses, drug him to the ground. “[color=pink] We have to feast now, before the meat is tainted,[/color]” From outside the gloom of the trees, two tall, crouching figures came into the light. Mostly bone and muscle. Grey skin stretching tightly over their emaciated bodies. “[color=pink]Thank you sir,[/color]” Said Wendi, “[color=pink]You are saving my parents….they are very. Very. Hungry[/color],”