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May 7, 2016 23:44:35 GMT -5
Post by Vrases Claudt on May 7, 2016 23:44:35 GMT -5
Walking cautiously and silently through the thick brush, Vrases stopped every few steps to glance around him, taking into detail the terrain and the ambient sounds around him, keeping his eyes out for any possible life forms. Those fucking vampires had slithered away from him in Hong Kong, but here out in the forests of mainland china they wouldn't escape him. He had tracked this sect of vampires all the way from New York when he had encountered them with a hunter whom he had..."No" he thought to himself, shaking his head slightly and rattling that thought out of his mind. "Focus. That time of your life is long over..." he said quietly, pushing the warm memories away from his imagination.
Grabbing his Tribal spear and shouldering his .308 rifle, he continued quietly through the brush. The area around him was overgrown and plants were everywhere; stereotypical deep forestry of Asia, much to his delight. He had traversed this area multiple times during his previous meditation travels and knew parts of the area like the back of his hand, and the only place that he could think of that the bastards could go would be the abandoned Monastery on the eastern fringe of the forest. Sniffing the air, he followed the faint whiffs of blood that the was so easily identified to him as Vampire. Barefoot and Wearing a tiger hide wrapped around his chest, The 6"4 werebeast felt the wind rush through his hair as he ran and hurdled over fallen logs and trees, keeping his head on a swivel to be aware of any possible threats.
After a 10 minute span of sprinting towards the monastery, Vrases stopped and caught his breath for a moment, grabbing a branch and hauling himself upa large tree easily as he began to climb it. Finding a little crook in the tree, he sat down and rested for a moment, grabbing a piece of fruit and saying a quick blessing on the tree,thanking it for giving him substance on his hunt. The Werebeast could still feel his blood boil at the thought of those creatures taking more victims in their attempts to creature their army, and Vrases would be damned if he wouldnt find the last one of them and take his fangs as his personal trophy. The creature burned with a fury at the mere thought of how they had tried to control his friend and the other humans, warping their minds and trying to make them turn on their own kind. Even with his known disdain for humans, telepathic control over someone....that never sat right with the creature. To take away someones free will was to take everything from someone in his culture; to take away their right of choices in all things was worse than death itself. Glancing around for another moment, he finish the fruit, wiped his hands on the branch, kissed it for a moment, and leapt out, continuing his long hunt for the hated creatures.
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May 8, 2016 1:20:59 GMT -5
Post by Mozoga on May 8, 2016 1:20:59 GMT -5
Mozoga was completely, utterly, and terribly....lost. She had no idea where she was, thought she knew how she had gotten there. She had come to Earth on purpose, wanting to come and visit her once home to see how things had been going, what had changed since she had left, and if any of her people had survive here on Earth. She only had the little bit of information from a few Earth travels who she had spoken to in Nysa, and that had been it. So she had decided to come herself and visit her old home, where she had been born.
Yet...her home is NOT where Mozoga had ended up. She definitely did not remember a forest anything like this at all. There had definitely, positively not been this forest that they had traveled through. So....with that being said...she already knew she was lost. Mozoga had not exactly been out and about traveling around much upon Earth before they left. So not appearing near her home was lost enough, but appearing in a forest where not even the plants and animals where recognizable told her several things....she was EXTREMELY fair away from her home, and she definitely did not know where she was at.
She sighed, leaned against a tree and rolling her eyes towards the skies. Her black leather outfit was warm, but at least it was open enough to allow the occasional cool breeze that came along to graze enough of her skin to cool her off. She reached up, playing with a feather in her hair and looking down from the sky and looking around the forest. It was pretty quiet, nothing to amazing go on so far around her. The birds where singing, and crickets where chirping, which was always a good sign. Unlike Nysa, she supposed she did not have to worry about a Silent Death sudden coming upon her suddenly and attempting to drain her of her blood. Damn Silent Death...worse than any vamprye she had ever seen or head about before.
Pushing herself away from the tree, she sighed and rolled her neck slowly. She reached down, adjusting her weapon upon her waist before starting to walk again away from the tree. She headed through the forest, not trying to exactly be silent or anything. Stealth, evasion, and that sort of stuff was definitely not her forte. She was strong, brutally strong and that was her call to fame. She was a hunter, able to wrestle a bear if she needed to but break it's neck which was good because it was not exactly like she would ever be able to out run anything or hide from it.
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