Fantasy Red Hood Society

[Leo Everglade]

A quick observation led to Kraig realizing that the group were no ordinary group. Red Hoods have a style, he thought. You can tell by how they hold themselves and who they surround themselves with. After a quick evaluation, Kraig slid down from the window, but not silently. Part of the house, which was a bit older and probably needed remodeling, cracked when his talon hit it, and he fell to the ground, ungracefully as possible. His side hit first, quickly followed by his arm pinched between his body and the ground. Before his nerves even responded to the previous pain, his head slammed against the cold hard earth. A yelp forced it's way out of his mouth, loud and full of pain.
Kraig's eyes rolled for a second, and he was extremely dazed. His natural instinct to run kicked in, but his wits had been lost when his head hit, so he tried and failed to get up. After a few more tries, he managed to prop himself up on an elbow, his eyes still unfocused. Slowly, he gathered his mass up and forced himself to move, slowly but surely. He could feel the bruising on his side developing, and his right arm was hanging useless. Probably...broken...he thought, as he stumbled along. He moved farther into the woods, his feet dragging behind him. Kraig slowly retained his awareness of what happened, and worried he had been heard. He realized he was not going to escape through speed, as his will to move was dwindling. His only option - Hide. And so he did.
The tree he had been leaning against would suit his needs. He slowly but safely climbed the tree, hiding himself up in the branches, hoping if he was followed that noone would see him through the leaves. Kraig understood his tracks would easily be traceable, but he did not have a choice. He slowly tried to recover his senses.

 

[Axeykins]

"Don't take too long, the woods are perilous at night." He got in one last word before Yasero disappeared into the trees. His attention then turned back to Ackara. Finally looking at her again after the awkward exchanges before.
"Are you okay? I know a few remedies for an upset stomach and nausea but am not too sure it grows this time of year...I would need to steal some if anything."
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Ackara shook her head, laying down. "No... No need for that. Please don't risk yourself." She begged, suddenly letting out a cry at a snapping twig. "M-Marr... What was that?!" She squeaked, clinging to him, her large stomach pressing against his back.

Yasero trotted back into the clearing, dragging a dead dear. "Hello guys! I broke breakfast! I mean brought!" SHe chuckled, setting it down.

 

[Barbas]

Prowling through the woods in search of it's next meal, the horrific monstrosity known as Clovis suddenly stops when he detects a small group of werewolves ahead of him. Pleased to see that he wouldn'thave to travel any farther, the creature begins creep towards the group with the intention of catching them by suprise.


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[Axeykins]

Marius curved his back away from her stomach. It was still too much of a shock for him at the moment and he was barely processing it already. "Don't worry yourself. It's only the young one again. With food this time." He breathed a slight sigh of relief as Yasero appeared in the clearing again. Only a slight one though, as the burning sense that they were no longer alone struck. "Shh...not so loud. I fear there is something else near."
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[JokerValentine]

Leo Everglade FireMaiden Udacha

The male decided to instead leave the presence of the defensive girl. But, as he debated making some sort of stupid remark to the witch about how her daughter was so much more loyal, duty called. The male decided that he had to go relieve himself. Going downstairs and outside, the male went around back and did his business. But, as the male had been accustomed to overreacting, the scampering sound of some sort of creature threw him off his sense of security. Immediately, he went to investigate, hearing something scamper into the trees. He was not smart enough to look up. He of course said no words, not wanting to sound crazy in the void that had become the night.

 

[Leo Everglade]

Kraig held his breath, hoping the Hood underneath him hadn't noticed him. The fact of the matter was, the Hood probably would kill him. In Kraig's expirience, anything different or monster-like, so in his case being half drake, Hoods responded agressivly, no matter the situation. It really was sad to Kraig. The purpose they served so truly always ended up with someone hurt, or dead. But the best thing Kraig could do was hope, as he held his breath. Probably my last, he thought.

 

[JokerValentine]

Leo Everglade

Honus was rather relieved (no pun intended) to be alone, but the sound drove him up the wall. Was there any time for peace, any time where he could just be alone to himself? The man was convinced of his own idiocy, his own feeling of being alone. It occurred to him that he was but a character in a book, some sort of joke that a foolish author used to create a stupid story. Yet he had never even read a book before, he couldn't read and here he was making a comparison to something he would never understand. But maybe the stars were the authors of this tale, and in this story, he was the man destined by fate to be alone, with nobody who understood him, who sympathized with him, who even bothered. The man would've let the scene be, it and its damned thoughts. But there was no noise. There was only him.

 

[Leo Everglade]

Even humanoids have to breathe sometime. Kraig was already still disoriented from his fall, and the thought of holding his breath any longer made him cringe. His body ignored his brain and let out a huge gasp. He sucked air in, his chest heaving. "Oh boy-" he said, and proceeded to fall out the tree. The lack of oxygen and his wounds and the time of night turned on him, and he slipped into unconciousness.

 

[JokerValentine]

Leo Everglade

Great. Another creature to have to deal with. Honus could've killed the dragon freak right there, end it's mistake of an existence and do the good deed. But something made him resist. Some part of him made him resist. The fact that it was a human face looking up at him, a defenseless human face. True, he surely had some interesting family history, but something gave him compassion for once in his life. "Poor creature," the man said, "I'd put my scabbard through your head, but you're the closest thing to a friend i have right now. Even if you don't know it."

 

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Ackara froze, eyes wide. "M-Marius... This is bad..." She whispered, sitting up to try and look more alert. Yasero didn't seem to care for their suspicions.
"Nah, I was good. Just got this old deer a bit away. Couldn't run in time. Eat up!" She proclaimed, grinning at the two.
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[Barbas]

As the creature neared the camp, it momentarily stops again before emitting a loud roar. Afterwards, the beast continues to stealthily make it's way towards he camp.



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[Moolock]

Red watched the group in the clearing with intense interest and a small grin from her spot high in a tree, swathed in shadows. A simple concealing jinx, any mortal looking in her direction would simply be... persuaded to look away. One of her favorite, it simply tricked the eyes enough that she could be looked right past. She was hungry, very, very hungry, ready to jump on any deal that came along. Patience... Patience would hold her over. Red could just make herself known, she reflected, but she liked the fear one of them was giving off. So mistrustful of the trees beyond their clearing...

Suddenly, the being straightened on her branch. Something else grew nearer, something more powerful than these wolves... The shriek caught her off guard for a moment. For now, Red would play. She reached above her and groped for a branch. Closing her hands around it, she grinned and yanked down. The wood, quite dry, snapped loudly. She discarded it into the woods yonder, turning her crystal blue gaze to those in the clearing below.

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[Malice Queen]

A horrendous cry disturbs the darkened woods, birds disperse from their nesting places and the mammals in the woods scatter and weave between trees to escape the horror that lurked nearby. The Shroud stays motionless in the cover of night even as frightened animals graze past her. Their eyes were wide, pupils constricted as fear pumped adrenaline through their bodies. The Shroud was there for the wolves, she had been tracking them for quite some time...but this new darkness seemed to be a bigger threat than the wolves. The dark-haired huntress would begin to climb a nearby tree, using it as a way to scout the surrounding area for the presumably large beast that was on the prowl.
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[Barbas]

Once the massive creature decided he was close enough to his prey, the beast decides to be a little less stealthy. Unleashing a second roar, the creature begins to charge through the forest, knocking over any tree that stood in his path.

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[Moolock]

Red cursed as she heard the sounds of trees falling and her eyes widened upon realizing the noise was getting closer- right to her tree! With a hiss and a flutter of shadows, the being vanished into another tree out of the creature's warpath. Her branch this time was lower, uncomfortably so, and she cast her glimpsing spell stronger so that despite being much closer to the wolves, she would be undetectable- by them at least... the creature, she had no idea. Not that she couldn't deal with it- or make one... how delectable would a monster's deal be, she wondered as she settled into her perch. She wished she had something to eat while she watched this go down. Red closed her eyes and concentrated. With a small pop a bag of caramels appeared before her, which the being started to munch on while she waited for the creature to make its appearance.

Something beside her rustled and Red peered around the tree trunk. A... a person? A Red... oh shit. Red let out an involuntary giggle that the woman might have heard. Play time, mortal. She waved a hand toward the huntress, conjuring with it the smell of fresh-baked buns, something one would NOT smell in a forest. This is gonna be fun. She waited for a reaction...

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[Malice Queen]

Sylvia's eyes would widen as the trees came crashing down, in the distance. She soon spotted the form of the beast that was bulldozing the area, a curse under her breath as she had just managed to move out of the tree that was in the beast's way. As she lands on the ground she winces at a pain in her side – a piece of wood had took a chunk of cloth and flesh with it.The beast continued its rampage, the trees snapping as easily as twigs underfoot – this beast was powerful. She faintly heard a giggle and the huntress would reach for her blades when all of a sudden the smell of baked goods filled her nostrils, causing her to retract her hands. So tantalizing... Sylvia furrows her brow and shakes her head vigorously. "You're in the middle of the woods, Syl...There are no towns or houses in the middle of the forest..." she reassured herself, but why was she smelling these things? The woman hadn't encountered magic much in her life, and certainly no powers as strange as these so the connection of these events to a witch was beyond her. Sylvia had little time to ponder the reason for the delicious smell in the middle of the forest – not when there was a massive beast on the prowl...and an ugly one at that.
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[Moolock]

I guess I have to play fair. Red smirked at the huntress's confusion and with another small hiss, vanished to appear behind the tree near the woman. The smell of baked goods would linger as the being skirted the clearing to be near- but not in the way of- the beast. How do I play with that? She frowned. Maybe I'll just help the puppies and our little mortal here... For the beast, the overwhelming aroma of raw meat would waft from some direction off to the left of the clearing.

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[Leo Everglade]

Some say there is a connection between your memories, and what you dream. Kraig definitely believed so, as the vivid dream he was having reflected one of his earliest memories. First, a bright light. A loud voice. Then he was being dragged out of bed, his body dragged across the floor. Whoever was dragging him had no care for him, obvious in the brutal way he was dragged. His head bumped against the floorboards as he cried out, and no one responded. His adrenaline pumped, not sure of who was dragging him. He had thought maybe his caretaker, in one of her drunken rages. But no, the moonlight streaming in the windows he passed revealed different. Scales. The first time, in Kraig's experience, ever seeing scales on another being. Red scales, with more then a few scars at that. And a full tail. At first, he had hoped it was another of his kind, half drake. But no, the tail was a deal-breaker. He was now the captive of the mysterious drake.
With his head still bumping along in the hallway, the moonlight revealed yet another thing. Liquid. A red sludge more then anything. He knew what it was. He knew what no response to his cries if pain meant. But yet, he wouldn't believe it. And to this day, he still wouldn't. The memory, or dream, faded away, and now the leaves of a tree was all he could see.

 

[JokerValentine]

Leo Everglade

And there was just Honus now, Honus and the foul creature before him. Thankfully nobody was around to experience his ethical dilemma, for now. The male decided to pretend he hadn't changed, that he still saw his ways as what they were. The draconian freak seemed to be waking up, so Honus sat down right there, looking at him curiously. Not like him at all, but such tales demand the suspense. And Honus had not been himself, not since that wolf referred to itself as Marius. Marius was dead, but the name lived on in Honus' heart, a memory of failure. "You know, I get paid to kill the dogs, werewolves I mean," he said openly, "but I don't see many of your kind. Whatever you are."

 

[Leo Everglade]

"Well, were not common in any sense. I'm pretty much the one and only." Kraig explained, weirdly ok with talking to this stranger. A Hood no doubt, with his job description. He propped himself up on his elbow, facing away from the Hood. "A Hood that doesn't kill on sight is unusual too." Kraig thought a second, feeling for his limbs. All moveable, just aching. Some bruises were already formed. "Y'know, I can't help but wonder what motivates you Hoods. It's not money as far as I know. Personally, I just do what I need to survive. But you...the Hoods are different. Enlighten me. Before I run off and chase down my contract, explain to me why you do what you do."

 

[JokerValentine]

"You're not going anywhere, per se," Honus said rather calmly. He was feeling unusual, disturbed even. Maybe it was the drugs Harken had given him. "And I'd perhaps kill you but, you've got a human face. None of the other creatures look normal. And what motivates you to not kill you, is that it's just you and I out here. Now, tell me a bit about yourself." A rather odd speech he gave, seeming that he bounced to and fro, from killer to counselor. His intent was muddled, perhaps. But he was right, to himself at least. The beast-man was injured badly, barely conscious even. "Now, I could alert the other Hoods, maybe the witches inside, but you're secretive for a reason. You didn't just burst into the scene. Tell me what you're up to?"
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[Leo Everglade]

"Well, like I said. I do what I need to survive. You bring a good point to the table, about alerting the others. But also like you said, you don't want to kill something with a human face." Kraig grinned, but continued. "But, I'm not exactly the most accepted, for obvious reasons, so I will take this any day. As for what i'm "up to" I was just snoopin. Comes with the business. Y'know, contract items and all. I don't mean to alert you, i'm not after one of your crew. I'm not exactly in the condition to hold my own here, so I promise it's the truth. Hood's can tell lies apart from the truth right?" Kraig titled his head a bit, continuing. "Now, I find you more strange then you find me I'm sure. Why would you spare such an easy prey, or you might even call me vermin. As a child, I learned you can tell how people think by their actions, so essentially actions speak louder than words. In this event, your actions are different from the average hood. So, I will take a guess. Either, you're a dangerous psychopath, who loves to play with his prey, or, your questioning something. Hit me if i'm wrong, but since your different, I'd assume you're a bit of an outcast, lonely even." He said the last line with mock grief. "But, i'm grasping at straws here. Hoods are just killing machines right? Focused on eradicating everything you see as evil."

 

[JokerValentine]

Leo Everglade

"Ah. Another of the 'I have the moral high ground. Hoods are terrible in what they do" bullshit," Honus said with mild annoyance. He had had it with people accusing the Hoods of doing anything less than what needed to be done. "You see, here is what I think. My problem is not with dragon mistakes. It's the werewolves that cause me problems. The only reason I'm keeping you alive is because I can't bring myself to kill the defenseless" But the dragon's words easily irked him. The comments he made truly brought anger to mind. "But make no mistake. I'm in the market for some new boots. And I'm not much for sly remarks. So, if you want me to keep calm, I suggest you watch what comes out of your tongue. I'll ask again, who are you?"

 

[Leo Everglade]

"Just a mistake by your words," Kraig responded. He stood slowly, dizziness accompanying him. But still, he tried to remain standing. He resigned his remarks into a sigh, and took a deep breath. "It's a nice night isn't it? These are the nights I miss. Just me, and the stars, atop whatever roof I was stowing away on." He rested his hands on his hips, and let out another contempt sigh. "As for who I am? I'm a nobody. The scum from the streets, killing for a living. But surely, they all say, 'there has to be a way for people like you to make honest work?' Let me tell you something, Hood." He looked back over his shoulder. "There isn't. See you around." He took a step forward, but then hesitated. "Next time, don't spare me." And with that, he started his journey of finding his contract.