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Post by Tys on Oct 11, 2006 15:05:38 GMT -5
(This is a the back ground story of my Character Pete. If you steal it, I WILL kill you ._. or hunt you down and make you wish you didn't steal it. I have my ways. Please comment on the writing, and tell me any spelling/grammer/word mix up mistakes.)
For the first 8 years of his life he lived in blissful ignorance, in another 8 years his eyes become wide open to the facts, the blissful ignorance gone forever.
He struggled on, his feet numb by the cold water. The numbness rose to the rest of his body, giving him a kind of ease from the pain that he was suffering, leaving him only to feel his tired limbs as he struggled on through the knee deep water. The only part of him that felt any warmth was the hand that held his wound, red warm liquid seeped from it, warming and dyeing his hand at the same time before dripping down into the water, making it look like red mist in the water as it traveled down stream. Without really thinking about, he was thankful that the stream that he is walking through goes downstream, away from that place, away from them and more importantly away from the trackers that will find it harder to find him without a trail. Only this unexplainable need, want, to live kept him from collapsing where he stood. He couldn’t understand it, he couldn’t see why or for what he should live for. Death will surely, at the very least, bring peace to his body, his wounds will stop hurting, his limbs will stop aching but he continue on, despite the peacefulness that death could bring. The unexplainable lust to live pushed him further and further along the stream, deeper into the forest. Even after his vision become unfocused and clouded, he continue on, down the stream, his feet sinking into the mud only to be pulled back up then once again put down in front of him. Only by looking up and spotting something and forcing himself to get to that before stopping was he able to trick his body into continuing. He would look at a tree and planned to get to that tree though he will continue pass it and spot another tree. Just one foot in front of another. His bare foot stepped on a rock in the water and effortlessly the rock dislodged its self causing him to fall into the water. The moment his head was underneath the water, all tiredness was gone, a sudden panic came on to him, he had to get his head above the water or he will drown. He splashed around for a moment until once again his head was above the water, his lungs quickly filled with air as his body felt more tired then before. The numbness no longer needed to rise up from his feet and legs to the rest of his body, because now his whole body was soaked into the cold water. His legs were like rubber now, no longer could they support his weight without having him crash back down into the water. With the little strength he still possessed, he crawled slowly to the edge of the stream, his hands, knees sinking into the mud for a moment before being lift up; the blood from his wound flowed freely into the water, no longer stopped for a moment by his hand. Once to the edge, he lead his head down, not caring that his snow white hair got mudded, that he was becoming more dirty. The unexplainable lust, will, had faded away. Leaving him to lay there, half in the water, waiting for something to happening, waiting for his body to once again gain enough strength so that he could struggle onward.
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Post by Tys on Oct 11, 2006 16:58:14 GMT -5
(>.> these paragraphs are huge...maybe I should re read them and break them down ._. rereading does help >.>'' )
As he lay there, the forest started to become noise once again, like all forest become if you are still enough and patient enough. Noise from birds surrounded him from all sides, bugs swarm around him some, trying to avoid the areas of him that are still wet from the cold water, small rodent animals scurry along doing what they were doing before the splashing of the water warned them of his presence, taking almost no notice in him since he wasn’t moving anymore, in the distance howls could be heard. None of this he heard or noticed, his eyes were glazed over, half closed, his heart beat had slow down, each breath seem to be smaller then the one before it. This stated lasted for a couple of hours, worsening as time progress. He took no notice as once again the forest quiet down, except for a snap of a twig and a patter of feet, coming closer to him. Soon someone else was here with him, looking down at him with a curious look. Her eyes were resting on his ears, noticing quite easily that he isn’t human. His ears reached nearly to the top of his head and ended in a point, sticking close to the side of his head. His ears, and the fact that he hasn’t died from the wound, was the only evidence that he isn’t a human. Her eyes then run down along his body, studying him further, soon, her gaze was captured by the clothing he was wearing. The pants that he wore showed little to no signs of hard travel, the kind of traveling that he had been doing, showing that the brown material that it is made out of is quite strong. Blood stained his shirt. The shirt was once a light shade of green, going down to his elbows and past his waist. Now however, there is blood splatter all over it. The shirt had picked up blood from cuts on his arms, drips and streaks of blood were on the front, like they had fallen from his bruised up face, blood surrounded a hole in the shirt at the upper part of his stomach. There, the blood was still coming out, flowing into the water like red mist. Kneeling down, the person lightly grabbed a piece of the fabric of his shirt and rubbed it between her fingers, feeling it.
“Killed by your own kind.” She muttered. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t a human, the clothes told her where he is from, and a small look of hatred came on to her face. As she started to stand up, she noticed it. His sides slowly rising up and down, indicating that he is alive, not dead like she thought. This caused her a problem, if he was simply dead she could just leave his body and let the wild animals scavenge off his rotting body, but now she has to decide what to do. She could just leave him and let him die, he isn’t far from that or she could just end his life, end any pain he is in, one of those she should do, they are enemies. He is one of them, the hunters, and she is one of the hunted but. But that wound doesn’t seem to be the kind of wound that he will get off hunting, that wound was made by one of their hunters and by how he look, he could very well have turned into one of the hunted. So that could very well make them allies and it would be her duty to try to help him. She continued to stare down at him, unsure of what to do.
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Post by Tys on Oct 15, 2006 14:16:06 GMT -5
Finally the person reached down to the back of his shirt and slowly pulled his body out of the cold water and dragged it across the forest floor to a tree. The shirt and the pants only got dirtier as they were dragged through dirt, leaves and other debris on the forest floor. It was then that he noticed her presence. He couldn’t do much, his body still too weak, too numb from the cold water and now in pain because of the force movement of being pulled. He tried to look up at her, trying to force his weary unfocused eyes into focus. He was able to tell some things about her, able to notice her black hair also to tell what she is. A demon, more precisely, a panther demon. She has a panther like tail, as dark as her hair and he could just notice panther ears on top of her head. Soon he found himself under a tree, being turned on to his back, looking right up at the panther demon face, his eyes barely able to notice any detail about her, his mind just barely managing to wonder why and if she is helping him.
The panther demon paid little attention to his face, she didn’t notice how his eyes seem to be on her. She had made her decision to help him. If he proved to be a threat later on, he could always be killed but what if he isn’t a threat and died because she didn’t help, in a way that could be like murder. She carefully pulled up his shirt so that she could exam the wound. A low moan escaped from him as he left more pain shot up from the wound when she pulled the shirt up. He closed his eyes, wishing so much that the pain will go away, the unexplainable will to live, gone. The demon touched his wound some, causing more pain to shoot up from it. She wasn’t trying to cause him pain, she was simply just examining the wound and trying to see how bad it is and what she can do for him. As the pain continue to come, he started to fall into blackness, consumed by the pain and fatigue, finding some peace in the blackness of his mind.
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Post by Tys on Oct 16, 2006 18:47:56 GMT -5
As awareness started to come back to his mind, he slowly started to notice things that were different. No longer was there this numbness in his legs, no longer was he cold, nor was he wet. There was still pain from his wound, but it wasn’t a sharp pricing like how it was, now it just throb with a small sting coming from it. Against his chest, arms and legs he could feel something against him, a kind of softness and kept his body heat in, helping to continue to keep him warm. No longer could he feel the hard ground against his back that he dimly could remember when he was dragged out of the stream and laid down on his back, now it was a kind of soft cushioning, that to him, in the state that he was in, felt like was suspended in middle air almost in the vast darkness of his mind. For now he excepted this, thinking that he was suspended in middle air, not giving it much thought, his mind too much at peace for the moment at the comfort but as he started to wake up even more, he become confuse and then started to question some things, his mind bring back the memories of the female panther demon and soon after the fear of the trackers, that had help empower the explainable lust that kept him going for that time. He struggled for a time with these feelings, trying to sort things out, realizing that the feeling of being suspended was nothing more then a trick on his tired half asleep mind. With the fear that was once again in him, he forced him self awake, to his knowledge he was still in that forest, still endanger of those hunters. As his eyes opened, he found himself in darkness, though different from that of his mind. He could dimly see things, just being able to barely to tell that he wasn’t in a forest or at least not around any trees. The softness that he had been feeling in the darkness of his mind was fur that he was laying on and that covered him. As his eyes slowly adjust to the light that was there, he could make out crude walls around him, rising up and above him, as caves do. His head turned some to the side, trying to observe more of his surroundings, though all he could notice were the different shadows and something black that seemed to of shot away when his head move, maybe just a trick of his tired eyes. He slowly started to lean to his side, then turning to push himself up, noticing for the first time that his hands are bond. The rope was thin and wrapped around his wrist a couple of times, though not tightly, a foot or so of free wrap hang between his two hands. Another thing that he soon noticed that he was nearly naked, both his shirt and pants were missing, leaving him in his boxers. He closed his eyes, trying to focus his mind to think over things, how did he come here? Who is he a prisoner to? What's going to happen to him? He was unable to even formulate any kind of answer, an interruption that answered some of his questions arrived.
"So, the young hunter is awake." Came a voice, the owner of it towering above him, all that could be seen of him was a mare outline, that only showed that he was at least six foot. "Strangely you seemed to be hurt by a hunter too. Tell me boy, what happened?"
The voice came clearly to his ears, it took him a while to figure out what he said and then to think of something to respond to him. His eyes looked up at the towering figure, trying to see more of him, dimly he could tell that he is a demon, like that girl, is that who brought him here? Is he captured by demons?
The figure kneeled down, his eyes looking straight at him. "If you aren't enjoying yourself now, I can make it a whole lot worse, or I might be able to help you some. Just answer my question. Who are you and what happened?"
Again it took a while for him to understand what the figure had said, to his still tired him, it all sounded the same almost, just a bunch of jumble words thrown together. Finally he did speak, mumbling one word, to answer one of the figure's questions. "Pete."
"Smart enough to say your name but nothing else? You have to at least be able to tell me something else, or are you too stupid? That doesn't even answer who you are." The figure asked tauntingly.
Pete however barely heard him, his eyes closed once more, the little strength that he got back when he awoke seemed to be all but gone, his mind not even able to string two words together, once again he fall into darkness, consume by his mind, his tiredness, lost to the world for now. When Pete finally awoke, he still found himself in that cave, his hands bond, himself nearly naked, furs as his bedding, everything nearly the same as how it was when he passed out except for the lack of the figure and light. Light came shining in, illuminating his surroundings, the cave walls lighting up, the back of the cave shined in front of him as the light came from somewhere behind him. Other then himself, there was nothing in the cave, some rocks laid here and there, seeming to of been almost clumsily thrown it, the rock walls were rough, some places with rocks jutting out. As he looked around some, once again he thought that he saw a shadow shooting out from somewhere, into the light, though whether or not it was a trick his eyes made to him, he could not tell. He continued to lay there, with little to no strength to move any, staring up at the ceiling, wondering what will become of him. He vaguely remember his short conversation with that towering figure, his mind went over to what the figure said, though there wasn't much to it, just questions that he wanted to know, that Pete couldn't answer at that moment, he knows that the person will come back and once again try to interrogate him. Pete was unsure what he felt about that, about being interrogate by him, though after a moment he couldn't see what would it matter. He might even be in less danger here, with the demons, then out in the forest running, fleeing, praying.
As some time passed, the person that had interrogate Pete earlier entered the cave once again. Now Pete was able to see more then just a giant outline of the person. Long black hair outlined his face, nearly covering two panther ears at the top of his head, he was bare foot though his feet were cat like feet, huge paws covered in black hair, to match all of this, he also had a black tail, long and slim like a panther's. "You're awake again." He said obviously. "This time, can you at least tell me, what happened and who you are?"
Pete looked up at him as he once again towered over him; his eyes closed some, trying to form his answer. "Don't know..." He muttered at last.
"Don't know!? How can't you know? Are you too stupid to know who you are? Are you a demon hunter or not?" He asked annoyance could be easily heard in his voice.
"I am...was..don't know." Pete muttered, his eyes closing.
"How does that make sense?" He asked sharp/y.
"I don't know...it just does...I was...I helped them...but..." Pete muttered, trying to sort things out in his mind, trying to understand things that happened the past few days.
"How did you get that wound?"
"Got stabbed...while trying to get away." He muttered simply, remembering as the hunter had his sword out, warning him that he would attack if he continued, then the hunter running at him, and himself trying to move to the side but in the next moment feeling pain shooting up through his body, warm blood oozing out, being soaked up in his shirt. Then the memory become more vivid, as he saw himself grab the hunter’s wrist, ignoring the pain that was shooting through him, his other hand reaching and grabbing the hunter’s dagger then…then ending it all for the hunter, the sword sliding out of him as the hunter collapsed, his eyes had remain on the hunter for the moment, looking down at him, his own heart racing faster and faster as he hunter’s heart slowed down. Shouting had brought him out of this trance that he held with the hunter, laying motionless. The memories became shadowed and dark as he remembers running, running away from that place. Desperately trying to find a way out and then finally finding one, stumbling though the exit and then just continuing to run away. Running as fast as he could, as his lungs ached, pain shot up from the wound, his feet stung from stepping on some rocks that cut into them. Then the water, falling into the water at first, managing to get up that time and running down it, his running slowing down and continuing to slow down until was a walk, taking him further and further away.
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Post by Tys on Oct 22, 2006 19:29:48 GMT -5
“While trying to get away from what?” The person asked, looking down at Pete with suspicion.
“Them…that…damn place…” Pete muttered, opening his eye and looking up at him. He could make out the suspicion on the person’s face, but he didn’t care, not right now.
“What damn place, boy?” Snapped the person, getting impatient at Pete once again.
This time Pete didn’t answer. He closed his eyes, his mind thinking back to that place that he once called his home but now it was the furthest thing from a home. A prison, that will bring nothing but pain and suffering, where some seem to flourish in other’s suffering, while others just turn a blind eye to it, not caring unless it is themselves, mindlessly following orders thinking that the leader is correct, not question him or anything. A small smack to the head brought him out of his mind, and once again looking up at the figure.
“I don’t have the whole day! What place are you talking about!”
“…My…what…what I once called…my home…” Pete muttered, searching for the right words, the right phrases to us.
“Damn it boy! It’s like you’re trying to talk in riddles! You say one thing then in the next moment you say another! Then you don’t even answer my questions! Do you want me to kill you?!” He snapped at Pete, irritated and impatient.
“No…sorry…I just don’t know…the answer to these questions. Not now anyways…” Pete muttered again, looking up at the person, fearing him some. He didn’t want to die, not yet, though at the same time he didn’t know if he wanted to live. As he said to the person, he doesn’t know anything right now.
The person let out a small irritated sigh. “Think over the questions that I asked you ‘cause in a couple of days I’m going to speak to you again and that time you better have an answer!” He warned, staring down at Pete with cold eyes before walking away, back through the light.
Pete didn’t say anything. He closed his eyes, and thought about what had happened. He couldn’t really give an answer to the person that will probably satisfy him. He barely even knew what happened; he didn’t even understand what happened. He couldn’t see why they had disagreed with him, why the fought against him, he couldn’t see the error it what he did that set all that had happen into motion. Pete forced himself out of his thoughts when he heard a small patter of feet coming closer to the cave. His mind noticing that he seems to of recovered some, to have been able to noticing that. In a moment the owner of the patter appeared and was standing next to him, looking down at him, holding a tray of some kind. Pete recognized her as the panther demon that pulled him out of the stream.
“You seem to be fairly stupid to be pushing Zanev patience.” She told him, kneeling down and setting the tray down beside him. Pete looked at the tray, and as he did so, hungry erupted up inside of him. On the tray, there was diced up meat piled up and a bowl of water. The meat looked plain and un-spiced or seasoned, and a mixture between brunt meat and half cook meat, seeming to state that who ever cooked the meat wasn’t that good at it. The water was murky, obviously gotten from a stream, possibly even the one that he was waddling down. Even with the less then applying looks to the food, Pete was still willing to eat it. He once again leaned to his side and tried to push himself up, and this time he was able to, ignoring the pain that shot from his upper stomach.
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Post by Tys on Oct 23, 2006 10:00:14 GMT -5
The female panther demon watched him as he sat up, her eyes going for a moment to where his wound is before looking back at his face. "You shouldn't be pushing yourself like that. The wound could still kill you." She told him, watching closely at Pete's expression to see if he changed any. Pete's expression however didn't really change, it remain blank mostly with a small mixture of fear. Pete barely even heard what she said, his eyes were on the food, looking hungrily at it.
"Hungry?" She asked him, noticing where his eyes are, a small smirk on her face.
"Yes..." Pete replied, his eyes still glued to the food, hoping that it wasn't some sort of a trick or a sick game that she's playing, showing him food, reminding him of his hunger only to not let him eat.
"Then eat. That's what the food is for, we don't want you to die. Not yet anyway." She told Pete, again with a smirk on her face.
Pete looked up at her for a moment, trying to read her expression, trying to see through her, to her real intentions, what she meant by that, does she want him to die? For only a moment he looked at her, then his gaze was back at the badly cooked meat and that murky water. He picked up a hand full of the cut up meat and started to eat it, putting a piece in his mouth at a time, finding it some what easy to chew. The whole time he ate and drank, the female panther demon just sat there, watching him, trying to figure him out, trying to understand him and his intentions.
Finally the silence and the almost complete stillness of the panther demon was broke. She leaned back some, her back against the wall, her yellow eyes still on Pete. "Tell me, are you trying to get Zanev to kill you?"
Pete looked at her for a moment, eating the last of the meat. He thought over her question, his mind a bit more clear since his stomach is full, but like all the other questions that he had been asked, he couldn't really come up with an exacted answer. Did he want to die? Death does mean escape, escape from them, from the world that has been turned upside down, escape from any pain in the future. In some far corner of his mind came a quiet arguing whisper to these thoughts. Claming that death would be a coward ways out, claming that in death they, the hunters would win, claming that he should live to get back at them, to stop them. "No." Pete said at least, the voice in his mind no longer a whisper, almost like a shout, telling him reason after reason why he should live, telling him what he should, the unexplainable will to live was once again inside of him, though this time he had a reason. Revenge. With this voice, came another answer to a question that he was asked. Is he a demon hunter? No, he's not. He was once but only through manipulation, being tricked to believe deadly lies. Now he is with the hunted.
The female panther demon didn't say anything more. She had noticed his expression harden some, anger coming in his eyes, his still bond hands clenched into fist, his body stiffen for a moment with anger before relaxing because of pain shooting from his wound. She got to her feet, her eyes still on him. "Stay here. If you leave the cave, you will be killed." She told him, before walking away. She stopped for a moment, and turned to look back at him, still sitting how he was, she swore she heard something from him. Shrugging that off, she left the cave, slightly wondering if he'll take her empty threaten seriously.
Pete's body slowly started to recover over the next few days. The female panther demon brought him food about twice a day and had introduced herself as Bycema. The words that they had spoken when she first brought him food, was the most they ever spoke for one time. She had remain silent, only telling him things that he needs to know. She had given him some new clothes, simply made brown pants that required him to either hold them up or have a belt or they would fall down. Also she had given him a matching brown long sleeve shirt, which just went past his waist. He had left the cave in that time, only to of found himself in the same forest that he was in, walking through desperately in the stream before falling. The trees were the same kind of giant ancients, which loomed over everyone, holding many secrets and have seen many centuries. He had only left to relieve himself or to go on a short walk to stretch his legs.
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Post by Tys on Nov 2, 2006 11:23:37 GMT -5
Zanev once again went to interragate Pete, this time he had company. An oldly panther demon who's hair was stricked with white, his face covered with wrinkles, coming from the edge of his eyes, lining his forehead and mouth. Unlike Bycema and Zanev, whose eyes were yellow, the older's eyes were clouded with misty white.
"This is Dimiv one of the olders. If you are smart, you'll show him more respect then that you have shown me." Zanev warned Pete, his yellow eyes watching Pete carefully. Pete just nodded some, showing that he heard what Zanev told him and understood.
"The smell of blood is on you, boy. Disprite how many times you wash, the smell never come off. Even if there is little, it still stains your soul. Tell me, boy, why did you run away from them?" Dimiv asked Pete, his voice slow and study, each word pronouced with great importance, each word seems to of been picked with great care.
Pete hasitated, thinking back days ago when he run away, when he had killed that man and back some more. "...They wanted to kill him...he didn't do anything..." He muttered, wishing that he could remain slight, though guessing that would be a deadly mistake.
"Him? Who is him? Explain things will ya?" Zanev snapped at Pete, glaring at him.
"I don't know his name...or really anything about him. They just wanted to kill him but he didn't do anything." Pete told Zanev defending himself and the demon.
"What kind of demon is he?" The old panther demon asked, his eyes on Pete.
Pete looked into the cloud misty white eyes, a chill going down his spine as he wondered if Dimic could see anything through his eyes. "Lizard."
Dimiv made no replie to this. His eyes continue to stare at Pete, right into his eyes until Pete become nervous and look away. There was something about this old panther demon that gave Pete a forborring feeling, something that he is hiding, something grave and dangours.
"You were a tracker. Zanev make good use of his skills and have him help out with the hunt. There is no need to hold him like this anymore. The hunters will come for him as they have came for us." Dimiv said, breaking the looming silent that had set in when he had made replie.
Zanev stared at Dimiv, in an expression that could be shock. Slowly his expression changed, giving him a slight nod. Pete's own expression was clearly shock. He looked back at Dimiv and tried to understand, wondering why he had decided this also trying to figure out how Dimiv knows that he was a tracker.
As Dimiv stood up and slowly walked out of the cave, Zanve came closer to Pete, kneeling down in front of him, untieing his hands. "Come." He told Pete, getting up and following after Dimiv, with Pete following behind him.
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Post by Tys on Nov 15, 2006 11:18:39 GMT -5
(>.> behold! Dimiv's eyes don't go boom any more._.)
Once out of the cave, Dimiv's form had changed. There was no longer the human-like old body with panther-like eats, tail and feet, but an actually panther. The panther, its fur stricked with white, was larger then any normal panther could actually be. Its body quiet muscular and agial. The panther turned his head, looking back at Zanev and Pete, larger fangs being visible just below his lips, his eyes cloud misty white. He stared at them for a moment before bonding off through the forest, avoiding the trees.
Zanev stared after Dimiv for a moment before he started to walk the opposite direction from the way that Dimiv bonded off in. Zanev hurried through the forest with Pete behind him, trying to keep up with him. Roots, fallen trees, branches seem to appear out of no where for Pete, nearly tripping over them and making him fall over, only being about to avoid falling by reaching out and grabbing a tree. When he was managing not to be almost falling on his face, rocks, sticks cut up the bottom of his feet. The times that he had been out of the cave before, he had taken his time to look around and avoid stuff that would hurt his feet, now however that wasn’t possible because of the thickness of the forest could easily make Zanev disappear if he didn’t keep an eye on him at all times. He wouldn’t have time to look down and make sure he didn’t step or trap on anything then look up and make sure that he could still see Zanev in the thick forest.
At last the fast walk through the forest was over and Zanev stepped out of the forest, leading him and Pete into a clearing. The clearing was completely deprived of any plants with the exception of some moss and a type of grass that grow in spots. Small protected fires were scatted here and there.
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Post by Tys on Nov 27, 2006 21:12:33 GMT -5
(changed the last paragraphed around some...I think that's why I'm reposting it)
At last the fast walk through the forest was over and Zanev stepped out of the forest, leading him and Pete into a clearing. The clearing was completely deprived of any plants with the exception of some moss and a type of grass that grow in spots. Small protected fires were scatted here and there. The trees around the clearing had all sort of plants covering them, mostly different kinds of vines. The trees were tall and ancient, their branches stretched out, so that only close to the middle of the clearing clear sky could be seen. In the parts that the branches were over, the light shined through in with a greenish tint, nearly giving the impression of living, moving green plants on the forest floor. Panther demons were all over. Most of them were black; some of them looked strangely like little black mounds, carried up in their panther forms. There were two that stuck out form the others. Two albinos, one was laying along side another panther demon, seeming to be asleep the other was in her humanish form.
One of the panther demons got up from where he was sitting and nearly run over to Zanev and Pete when they came through the mass of vines and plants that cover the trees.
“What is he doing there!?” He demanded looking at Zanev, after throwing a disgusted look towards Pete.
“Dimiv said that the hunters will come after him, like they do for us. Might as well keep him. Besides he will come in handy later, I’m sure.” Zanev told him, there was a tone of superiority in his voice, which made a shiver run down Pete’s spine.
“He’s gonna betray us all.” The demon muttered, glaring at Pete hatefully.
“A small boy who’s too stupid to think won’t pose any threat.” Zanev answered the tone of superiority increasing.
“What’s your name runt?” The demon asked Pete, there was a note of superiority in his voice when he spoke to Pete. In the pack of the panther demons, Zanev was a higher rank of this demon, and Pete would now be the lowest, a place that some will take advantage of.
“His name’s Pete.” Zanev answered before Pete could even open his mouth. The panther demon took a step forward, towards Pete.
“So, you’re saying that he’s too stupid to answer a simple question? Or, did you decide to give him a name yourself?”
“Kimishu, he’s not going to be a pet. A pet will be smart and obedient. So far he has soon now of these traits. Now, don’t worry your pretty little head about it, he won’t betray us.” Zanev told him in such a way and to insult him.
Kimishu stood there silently, he made no attempted to try to take revenge on his wounded pride. He knew all too well that Zanev can and will make life annoying if he tries an insult on him. He way that Zanev spoke to him then, made it seem like he was a simple minded child, that needed everything to be clearly explained to him, and even when everything was clearly explained to him, there was a chance he still wouldn’t understand it.
Zanev smirked at him, glad that Kimishu knew his place. He continued on, passed him, making a gesture to Pete to follow him all the way into the clearing. Eyes fall upon them as more and more of the panther demons realize their presence here. Nearly all of the eyes were the yellow-gold color that Pete had seen so far. There was some of a pinkish color, the owner of those eyes having white fur or hair, depending on the form they were in. All of the eyes had the same cold calculating, suspicious look as they watched Pete. Anger could be seen flaring up, as they remembered painful memories of those that they have lost because of the hunters, associating the hunters to Pete.
When Zanev got to the middle of the clearing, the area where the sunlight fall down much like a spot light, he stopped and looked around, his eyes meeting each and everyone eyes that were here. A long eerie silence fall as Zanev went around to each of the panther demons, looking each and every one of them in the eyes. Finally he spoke, his voice quiet but strangely, it seemed to have a power behind it, strengthen it, making it so that none will dare to move a muscle in fear of missing something that he said. His voice held a change in it as he spoke. Nearly daring anyone to object to what he is saying, teasing, almost mocking them when they remain silent. His speech carried on like this, as he told them all about Pete, telling them that he is a part of them now, like each and every one of them are a part of each other, telling them that he will help with the hunt and get a share of it, telling them that they will fight side to side and if in the end, it comes to it, fall side to side.
The whole time Pete was silent, wishing that he could just slip away. Cold calculating eyes watching him closely as Zanev’s words were ringing in his ears. He could nearly understand what Zanev is saying. Zanev spoke to the pack as if he had known him for years, as if he trusted him with his life. But that couldn’t be. He had seen nearly the same look from Zanev that he is seeing with the pack. What could have changed?
It was when Zanev had finish speaking that someone else spoke. The demon spoke a simple question, that all seemed to think needed to be answer. “Who will watch him?”
Despite all that Zanev had said, they didn’t trust him and still consider something to be threaten of, someone in need of a watcher. “Bycema and Kimaro.” Zanev told them; replying in the same kind of voice, quiet but powerful, daring them to object. And object they did.
“They are children!”
“Kimaro!? That lazy ass! He can’t do anything without taking a nap!”
“Kimaro will forget about him!”
Zanev said nothing, his arms crossed, his eyes closed, waiting patiently for them to say all that they are going to say. Finally, when the eerie silence returned he opened his eyes and looked at them.
“Soon Bycema won’t be a child for much longer. And Kimaro…” Zanev let his voice be carried away for a moment before starting to speak again. “It’ll be good for them.”
“They are still children! Such a thing shouldn’t be trust to them! No offence sir,” One of the two albino panther demons said, taking a step forward.
“Very well then, Devonie. Thank you for volunteering. You can watch Pete. You seem to be most concern about his well being.” Zanev said, with a smirk.
Her pinkish eyes widen some and she took a step back, back to where she was. “That’s not what I meant.” She muttered.
Zanev was silent for a moment, a smirk still on his face as he looked into her pinkish eyes. “Anyone else wants to volunteer to watch him or do we all agree that Bycema and Kimaro will do a fine job of watching them?”
There were murmurs of acceptance, some of the reluctant.
“Very well then. Devonie, go find the two of them and bring them here.” He ordered her before walking out of the circle of sunlight and motioning to Pete to follow. Devonie nodded her head, before transforming into a white panther, her pinkish eyes looking around for a moment, before dashing off, her sensitive nose catching the scent of the two of them. Zanev sat under a tree, leaning back against the trunk and looked up at the sky, patchy through the tree branches. Pete sat down close to him, looking down at the ground thinking. He didn’t at all like the idea of someone watching him. Not only did it hurt his pride some, but it will also be a nuisance. Of how the pack continuously called the Kimaro person a child, he’s probably going to be some small kid that won’t ever shut up. Pete let out a small sigh, and let his mind wonder, away from what is happening him, he let it be swallowed up by old memories.
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Post by Tys on Dec 29, 2006 21:50:40 GMT -5
Pete was pulled out of his old memories when Devonie came back. Even though she was in her panther form, the two following behind were not. Pete recognized the female panther demon behind her at once, she being Bycema. The other one bring presumably Kimaro. His hair was as black as Bycema’s, and like the others his eyes were yellow-gold. As far as Pete could tell, Kimaro was only a few years younger then himself. There were still many of the boyish features on Kimaro’s face, not to mention the height difference. There was another thing that Kimaro was lacking that the others had: the look of distrust, of hatred that was set on Pete. Kimaro merely looked at Pete with curiosity, in almost a friendly manner. He had heard what the others have said about demon hunters, but that didn’t stop Kimaro from being curious nor wanting a friend.
“So, he’s the stray that we’re going to be taken care of? Hmm, I’d always thought that humans had rounded ears…” Kimaro said, looking up and down at Pete.
“Moron, he’s not a human.” Bycema half muttered, with a roll of her golden-yellowish eyes.
“If he was with the hunters that isn’t he a human?”
“Apparently not. What he is doesn’t matter. You two watch over him and make sure that he doesn’t get his nose into anything. Also, see how good of a hunter he is. Get your dinners and have him help.” Zanev told them, smirking some to himself. He wanted to see how well of a tracker Pete is and if he’ll be able to kill an animal to eat.
Bycema let out an annoyed sigh. Hunting wasn’t something that she enjoyed. She was hoping that her meal was going to come from the hunt of the main pack but that won’t happen now. She will now have to watch over her idiotic brother and make sure that Pete didn’t do anything and somehow manage to get food. Kimaro wasn’t at all the best hunter, it would be more accurate to call him one of the worse if not the worse hunter. Kimaro couldn’t stay focus and ends up getting bored, thus, if he has managed to shut his mouth long enough for an animal to came their way, he will spring at it the moment he sees it, all the times resulting in failure. Even some of the kittens could be consider better hunters then Kimaro, at least they manage to catch something, even if it are just small bugs living off their life on the forest floor, or small weak rodents that were too busy with their business to notice a young demon coming at them.
“C’mon. If you want to eat anything tonight, we’re leaving now.” Bycema told the two of them as she turned and started to walk back the way that they came.
“Aww, sis, we still have the whole day.” Kimaro moaned at his sister, starting to follow after her, his hands going to the back as his head, simply for comfort.
Bycema stopped for a moment and looked back slightly, glaring at her brother. “I want to eat tonight. With you, it’s most unlikely that will happen. But I can’t help but have some hope.” She told Kimaro before starting to walk again. Kimaro let out a small sigh and quicken his pace, slightly.
Pete followed at them silently, having to watch where he puts his feet still. Several times during that conversation, he opened his mouth to say something but either Bycema or Kimaro spoke before he had the chance to.
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Post by Tys on Feb 12, 2007 20:14:28 GMT -5
The hunt as Bycema had predicted it would. At first it she was hopeful, having gotten back to the stream Pete was able to find some fresh track of an animal and they were able to follow them. At a short walk through the forest, they came to a small clearing, there a young deer was eating but it was soon alerted but their scents. Bycema quickly was able to lead to them down wind of the deer; however the deer was still alerted. Both Bycema and Pete were thinking that they will be able to get it when the deer calm down and thought what ever it smelled had gone away, sadly though Kimaro got impatient. Kimaro transformed into his panther form and leap at the deer, falling short. The deer seeing Kimaro quickly run off, leaping over bushes, fallen trees and quickly disappearing. Pete turned out to be a good tracker and was able to find trackers of a couple more animals but none of them they were able to catch. (wow...this is alot to add -.-)
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Post by Tys on Feb 23, 2007 10:10:12 GMT -5
(-.- *bored out of mind and finished all of crap in intro and has 25-30 mins to go until more boredom crap*)
By the end of the hunt, their efforts were pointless. They had caught nothing, the fault fallen on Kimaro. Bycema lead the way back to the camp, as the sun slowly dissappeared behind the trees and far away points, casting a blanket of golden yellowish light upon the land. Fires had been light at the camp, small coloums of smoke rising above them, going through the branches of the trees above then vanishing into the quickly falling night. A goldenish colored light shined through the open spot in the branches on to the ground, giving the impression that some of the small plants that do live on the ground have this yellowish color them. (-.- blah...bored...)
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