[Raine23]

Username: Cabe
Name: Nestor (It means Wanderer)
Story: Nestor is a mercenary, a Wind Reaper that hires out his fighting skills to others. Unlike most mercenaries though, he does have restrictions on what he will do for money. He does not crave it so much that he will slaughter innocents, or destroy their lives. This has lead to the creation of many enemies, most envious of his fighting skills, furious that he rejected their offer no matter how much they offered, and terrified that one day he might get hired to fight against them. Because of his hard and violent lifestyle, many scars have accumulated over the years. However, one scar stands out among the rest. A long gash across his left side. It looks like a fatal blow, and it almost was. It came from one of his worst enemies, a vile creature who had been trying to hire him or destroy him the second he laid eyes on him. This story is about that scar.

-Story is not finished, but here is what I have so far. I will finish it if I have enough time.-

Nestor surveyed the barren landscape below him and shivered. He had received a message demanding that he come to this cursed mountain range for a job, but now he wasn't so sure he wanted it. The mountains loomed tall around him, their cold shadow enveloping him and chilling him to his bones. The message had asked him to meet the person in the drowned forest, which was a ghastly sight to behold. He had heard stories about it, but just hearing about it and then seeing it were two entirely different matters. The uncountable dead trees had consumed the valley floor, their dead and bleached branches reminding him of bones picked clean by scavengers. The sound was no better, the slightest wind didn't produce a soft and reassuring rustling of leaves, but instead assaulted the ears with a cacophony of shrieks and groans as the lifeless branches rubbed up against one another. Even the weeds were gone, the ground was littered with rocks and sticks instead, and the dirt was dry, hard, and infertile. No vultures dared to fly over in search of food, if there was any food at all. The path to the forest was just as uninviting as the forest itself, for those without wings or natural climbing skills, getting down to the valley without risking losing their life was impossible. However, Nestor wasn't a Wind Reaper for nothing. Using the combination of his wings and nimble fingers, he safely made it down. Now the only barrier to the mysterious writer of the job offer was the forest. As he approached it, it was evident to him that even the natural residents of this barren and unwelcoming mountain range stayed away from here, between the shrieks and screams that were produced by the branches, he heard only his own breath. He reluctantly entered the forest, the path in front of him slowly darkening as the sun started it's downward decent and the mountains and trees gleefully blocked the light that tried to reach the dirt. Nestor peered into the depths of the forest, searching for a small pinprick of light. The message had said that he would find his client deep in the heart of the forest, holding a light aloft so he could spot him. Unfortunately, the forest was large, and he still had a ways to go. As the sun slowly went down, he trekked on. By the time he neared his destination all his senses were worn raw. Too many times he had been ambushed before, so he had strained his eyes and ears so he couldn't be surprised. His eyes were not large enough to cut through the gloom, and so they were tired and could not see as well. His ears couldn't hear anything besides the sounds of the forest, they were simply too loud. His nose wasn't very good, and he did not need his sense of taste, and so they were of little use to him. His sense of touch was in high alert, he had been ready to jump out the way at the slightest touch of a person or the feel of a trap, and so his nerves were useless. They screeched at him, and now even the slightest wind made him jump and whip his tail around a little bit. When he finally spotted the light, a great wave of relief ran through his body and all his senses relaxed as he hurried forward.
Big mistake.
One of his feet caught on a rope, and the net that had been hiding under the dry dirt and rocks scooped him up and left him hanging in shock and confusion, vulnerable to any attacks. It took him a second to realize what had happened, and when he did he growled angrily and thrashed around. It only served to entangle himself more, and it drew a chuckle from his unknown captor. It had been the perfect time to spring a trap, his senses were unless, even more so because he had been caught off guard, and the person who had brought him here knew that. He had lead him to the trap like a dragon to a pile of coins. Nestor soon gave up his struggle, if he had kept on he would have become so hopelessly entangled that he wouldn't have been able to move. He had yet to see the creature behind this plan, the light had been covered as soon as it had served its purpose.

Extra: Nothing~

[snatcher]

Username: Cabe
Name: Nestor (It means Wanderer)
Story: Nestor is a mercenary, a Wind Reaper that hires out his fighting skills to others. Unlike most mercenaries though, he does have restrictions on what he will do for money. He does not crave it so much that he will slaughter innocents, or destroy their lives. This has lead to the creation of many enemies, most envious of his fighting skills, furious that he rejected their offer no matter how much they offered, and terrified that one day he might get hired to fight against them. Because of his hard and violent lifestyle, many scars have accumulated over the years. However, one scar stands out among the rest. A long gash across his left side. It looks like a fatal blow, and it almost was. It came from one of his worst enemies, a vile creature who had been trying to hire him or destroy him the second he laid eyes on him. This story is about that scar.

-Story is not finished, but here is what I have so far. I will finish it if I have enough time.-

Nestor surveyed the barren landscape below him and shivered. He had received a message demanding that he come to this cursed mountain range for a job, but now he wasn't so sure he wanted it. The mountains loomed tall around him, their cold shadow enveloping him and chilling him to his bones. The message had asked him to meet the person in the drowned forest, which was a ghastly sight to behold. He had heard stories about it, but just hearing about it and then seeing it were two entirely different matters. The uncountable dead trees had consumed the valley floor, their dead and bleached branches reminding him of bones picked clean by scavengers. The sound was no better, the slightest wind didn't produce a soft and reassuring rustling of leaves, but instead assaulted the ears with a cacophony of shrieks and groans as the lifeless branches rubbed up against one another. Even the weeds were gone, the ground was littered with rocks and sticks instead, and the dirt was dry, hard, and infertile. No vultures dared to fly over in search of food, if there was any food at all. The path to the forest was just as uninviting as the forest itself, for those without wings or natural climbing skills, getting down to the valley without risking losing their life was impossible. However, Nestor wasn't a Wind Reaper for nothing. Using the combination of his wings and nimble fingers, he safely made it down. Now the only barrier to the mysterious writer of the job offer was the forest. As he approached it, it was evident to him that even the natural residents of this barren and unwelcoming mountain range stayed away from here, between the shrieks and screams that were produced by the branches, he heard only his own breath. He reluctantly entered the forest, the path in front of him slowly darkening as the sun started it's downward decent and the mountains and trees gleefully blocked the light that tried to reach the dirt. Nestor peered into the depths of the forest, searching for a small pinprick of light. The message had said that he would find his client deep in the heart of the forest, holding a light aloft so he could spot him. Unfortunately, the forest was large, and he still had a ways to go. As the sun slowly went down, he trekked on. By the time he neared his destination all his senses were worn raw. Too many times he had been ambushed before, so he had strained his eyes and ears so he couldn't be surprised. His eyes were not large enough to cut through the gloom, and so they were tired and could not see as well. His ears couldn't hear anything besides the sounds of the forest, they were simply too loud. His nose wasn't very good, and he did not need his sense of taste, and so they were of little use to him. His sense of touch was in high alert, he had been ready to jump out the way at the slightest touch of a person or the feel of a trap, and so his nerves were useless. They screeched at him, and now even the slightest wind made him jump and whip his tail around a little bit. When he finally spotted the light, a great wave of relief ran through his body and all his senses relaxed as he hurried forward.
Big mistake.
One of his feet caught on a rope, and the net that had been hiding under the dry dirt and rocks scooped him up and left him hanging in shock and confusion, vulnerable to any attacks. It took him a second to realize what had happened, and when he did he growled angrily and thrashed around. It only served to entangle himself more, and it drew a chuckle from his unknown captor. It had been the perfect time to spring a trap, his senses were unless, even more so because he had been caught off guard, and the person who had brought him here knew that. He had lead him to the trap like a dragon to a pile of coins. Nestor soon gave up his struggle, if he had kept on he would have become so hopelessly entangled that he wouldn't have been able to move. He had yet to see the creature behind this plan, the light had been covered as soon as it had served its purpose.

Extra: Nothing~

Congrats!

My apologies for the time it took to judge this, life has caught up with me a bit.

[Raine23]

Username: Cabe
Name: Nestor (It means Wanderer)
Story: Nestor is a mercenary, a Wind Reaper that hires out his fighting skills to others. Unlike most mercenaries though, he does have restrictions on what he will do for money. He does not crave it so much that he will slaughter innocents, or destroy their lives. This has lead to the creation of many enemies, most envious of his fighting skills, furious that he rejected their offer no matter how much they offered, and terrified that one day he might get hired to fight against them. Because of his hard and violent lifestyle, many scars have accumulated over the years. However, one scar stands out among the rest. A long gash across his left side. It looks like a fatal blow, and it almost was. It came from one of his worst enemies, a vile creature who had been trying to hire him or destroy him the second he laid eyes on him. This story is about that scar.

-Story is not finished, but here is what I have so far. I will finish it if I have enough time.-

Nestor surveyed the barren landscape below him and shivered. He had received a message demanding that he come to this cursed mountain range for a job, but now he wasn't so sure he wanted it. The mountains loomed tall around him, their cold shadow enveloping him and chilling him to his bones. The message had asked him to meet the person in the drowned forest, which was a ghastly sight to behold. He had heard stories about it, but just hearing about it and then seeing it were two entirely different matters. The uncountable dead trees had consumed the valley floor, their dead and bleached branches reminding him of bones picked clean by scavengers. The sound was no better, the slightest wind didn't produce a soft and reassuring rustling of leaves, but instead assaulted the ears with a cacophony of shrieks and groans as the lifeless branches rubbed up against one another. Even the weeds were gone, the ground was littered with rocks and sticks instead, and the dirt was dry, hard, and infertile. No vultures dared to fly over in search of food, if there was any food at all. The path to the forest was just as uninviting as the forest itself, for those without wings or natural climbing skills, getting down to the valley without risking losing their life was impossible. However, Nestor wasn't a Wind Reaper for nothing. Using the combination of his wings and nimble fingers, he safely made it down. Now the only barrier to the mysterious writer of the job offer was the forest. As he approached it, it was evident to him that even the natural residents of this barren and unwelcoming mountain range stayed away from here, between the shrieks and screams that were produced by the branches, he heard only his own breath. He reluctantly entered the forest, the path in front of him slowly darkening as the sun started it's downward decent and the mountains and trees gleefully blocked the light that tried to reach the dirt. Nestor peered into the depths of the forest, searching for a small pinprick of light. The message had said that he would find his client deep in the heart of the forest, holding a light aloft so he could spot him. Unfortunately, the forest was large, and he still had a ways to go. As the sun slowly went down, he trekked on. By the time he neared his destination all his senses were worn raw. Too many times he had been ambushed before, so he had strained his eyes and ears so he couldn't be surprised. His eyes were not large enough to cut through the gloom, and so they were tired and could not see as well. His ears couldn't hear anything besides the sounds of the forest, they were simply too loud. His nose wasn't very good, and he did not need his sense of taste, and so they were of little use to him. His sense of touch was in high alert, he had been ready to jump out the way at the slightest touch of a person or the feel of a trap, and so his nerves were useless. They screeched at him, and now even the slightest wind made him jump and whip his tail around a little bit. When he finally spotted the light, a great wave of relief ran through his body and all his senses relaxed as he hurried forward.
Big mistake.
One of his feet caught on a rope, and the net that had been hiding under the dry dirt and rocks scooped him up and left him hanging in shock and confusion, vulnerable to any attacks. It took him a second to realize what had happened, and when he did he growled angrily and thrashed around. It only served to entangle himself more, and it drew a chuckle from his unknown captor. It had been the perfect time to spring a trap, his senses were unless, even more so because he had been caught off guard, and the person who had brought him here knew that. He had lead him to the trap like a dragon to a pile of coins. Nestor soon gave up his struggle, if he had kept on he would have become so hopelessly entangled that he wouldn't have been able to move. He had yet to see the creature behind this plan, the light had been covered as soon as it had served its purpose.

Extra: Nothing~

Congrats!

My apologies for the time it took to judge this, life has caught up with me a bit.

Ahhh, thank you so much! I' be sure to give him lots of attention, (I only have four characters after all. XD) and I'll need to finish that story. I never got to finish it.
And it's fine, you're only a couple days late. It's not a big deal.