Vixere
Captain Uni
parelaxis
Passable Writer
rush99999
Nightwing95
Orchid's handling of the captured beast was the same one would make with a rabid mongrel, the sort wherein you were just as equally sure to be ready to put it out of its misery as you were to handle it; careful, to say the least. The aspiring warrior of the world made no attempt to intervene however, content merely to rise to his complete height and absent mindedly brush the glove of his hand to the place his newest scar was adorned. Rubbing over the stubble and down to the former near mortal wound, he exhaled a relieved thanks in an old, rare tongue.
"Shy'vaeen."
It was not the first time the hunter had been nearly the hunted, but those events often came with people doing so intentionally - not rogue arrows born of fate.
It was Trear that broke the man's distraction as the elven woman spoke after the half-blood's return, maneuvering before them both and setting herself into concealment. The woman's mutter caught his attention and his expression, to which was as mixed on feelings as she undoubtedly could have expected from the hooded man, wrapped in forest green, bearing blade and breastplate to a noble cause but acting out as any other savage. The large human said nothing to this - she could glean her own opinion of how he interpreted her actions in response if she so desired. It was then he turned and set about on the move once more, following no closer than thirty paces from the other tracker, his own bow drawn - arrow knocked.
At first Brannor thought himself invisible in the cloak of ash - as crafty as the elf he tailed, fierce eyes and fiercer senses following her, but it was his instinct as a predator among men that truly made him vanish. Moving and flitting from shadow to shadow, cover to cover, his footfall made not a sound and he dared not reveal himself in silhouette of the firelight that emitted from the burning stacks or wagons between structures. In each pause, he observed where the woman was leading them, then he too looked upon the family and the children the collective led.
If anyone needed to survive, they did. All the others seemed... vanished - gone without a trace.
@Hekazu@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara
"Shy'vaeen."
It was not the first time the hunter had been nearly the hunted, but those events often came with people doing so intentionally - not rogue arrows born of fate.
It was Trear that broke the man's distraction as the elven woman spoke after the half-blood's return, maneuvering before them both and setting herself into concealment. The woman's mutter caught his attention and his expression, to which was as mixed on feelings as she undoubtedly could have expected from the hooded man, wrapped in forest green, bearing blade and breastplate to a noble cause but acting out as any other savage. The large human said nothing to this - she could glean her own opinion of how he interpreted her actions in response if she so desired. It was then he turned and set about on the move once more, following no closer than thirty paces from the other tracker, his own bow drawn - arrow knocked.
At first Brannor thought himself invisible in the cloak of ash - as crafty as the elf he tailed, fierce eyes and fiercer senses following her, but it was his instinct as a predator among men that truly made him vanish. Moving and flitting from shadow to shadow, cover to cover, his footfall made not a sound and he dared not reveal himself in silhouette of the firelight that emitted from the burning stacks or wagons between structures. In each pause, he observed where the woman was leading them, then he too looked upon the family and the children the collective led.
If anyone needed to survive, they did. All the others seemed... vanished - gone without a trace.
@Hekazu@Lucius Cypher@Ryonara