The Hunt - Amazonian Slave RP - Semi-lit+ (Plot.) CLOSED

[Harpy•]

(Not just Belorussian, but simply Russian. It's funny for me because I can read Russian - I'm Ukrainian and I understand Ukrainian but I speak and can read and write Russian. xD
Actually кот is cat, and коткі is cats. x3)

{{Oops, I'm sorry. >.< I hope I didn't offend you with that. ): I can change it to kot...my Google Translate fails, apparently. xP}}

[Clowesia]

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[*Skylar The Plant*]

Kihao

Up to his knee's in cold water, Kihao scrambled through it, a sharpened stick in his hand, his teeth biting into his pale lips as his crimson eyes narrowed carefully. His bare feet were perched carefully on a submerged rock and he tightened his grip around his make-shift spear. A small sigh escaped him as he watched, his eyes flashed as he saw movement, long and thin, a wicked grin covered his face and his hand flashed forward, the spear making a splash as it hit the water and pierced the shadow.

"'Bout damn time" Kihao hissed at himself, his white hair was pulled back into a un-neat pony tail with a vine as the hair tie, he frowned slightly and pulled his spear out of the water to gaze upon the fish, he smiled smugly, it was a good size and texture. He lightly began to struggle his way back to the bank, the current pulling at his legs, threatening to pull him back into the water, he let out a sneeze, feeling quite cold as he pulled himself out of the water and onto the bank. He lightly stood up straightly and stretched his free arm in front of him and cracked his shoulder, he blinked a few times, his dirty crimson eyes narrowing, everything was still a slight blur, being bad sighted in a place like this was never a good thing. He pulled his spear closer to himself and gazed at the fish, admiring what he could see of it, a blur of light gold scales and huge things that blurred into a darker more vibrant colour of gold.

Kihao admired his catch for a few more seconds before he lightly slung his spear over his shoulder and kept walking back into the deep undergrowth, his eyes narrowing as he watched carefully and warily, his teeth clenching as he creeped through a large broard leafed bush. Have they left yet? He asked himself and grit his teeth warily as he made his way back to the camp. His free hand ran through his snowy white hair and he let out a small sigh as he kept walking. His bare feet had small cuts on the soles from fishing in the dirty creek/stream, he put on a sour expression eager to sit down and rest his feet. He lightly brushed his hand down his bare chest, he was very pale, just bordering on being muscular and thin. A small smirk was on his face as he finally reached the camp, he felt like his fish was quite fine, though he looked around, squinting his eyes to try and to see if anyone else was there, he sighed, feeling quite fed up with having to squint. He lightly hooked his fish and pulled it off the spear, getting a squirt of blood all over his hands, he cringed at the warm wet blood all over his hand, he hated the feel of that and found it disgusting.

"Feral little fish" Kihao growled moodily and narrowed his eyes at the golden fish before quickly walking carefully and sitting down on the ground, placing his fish in front of him to admire it more. His crimson eyes narrowed softly and a small smile lit his pale and drawn face, he looked quite tired, he stretched his arms above of his head in a stretch and yawned, blinking a few times, he knew he couldn't go to sleep right now, their was too much to do. He relaxed his broad tense shoulders and then reached toward the fish, examining it with his fingers, feeling the death wound he had made going through the back of the fishes head, he sighed, it was a good place for a wound, it wouldn't affect the meat of the fish at all.

"Hhmm" Kihao hummed and then lightly put his fish to his side, still felling quite proud of himself, hough his eyes narrowed warily he let out a huff and slumped his shoulders. He brushed his fingers through his snowy hair, making sure it wouldn't go over his eyes, making his vision more obscured then it already was. A lightly bit the side of his cheek and scratched his cheek at the same time, finding waiting quite tedious, he was tempted to eat his fish, or at least hide it, he almost too proud of it to eat it.

((Failed post again D:
And Kihao loves his fishy! 8D ))

[Popcorns]

Vadim

Step step step, breath
Step step step, breath
Step step step, breath...

His legs carried him through the dew-drenched ferns that carressed his tanend legs. His steps were quick and swift, carrying him over the fungus logs and past the gaint trees. Every one in awhile his arms would snake out in front of him to push away the animal sized leaf. Bugs buzzed past the male, knowing that the air was tense around him. As he ran though, the tense feeling seemed to lighten as Vadim ran. His brown eyes taking in the humid forest, touching each plant from a distant. The soles of his feet the only sound coming from Vadim. The noise varied from the smack from flesh hitting dirt, to the squish of his feet sinking into mud. Pain though, was not thought of when he would step on a stone or get a nip from the ground bugs. His feet were immune to the feeling. His heart though wasn't as strong as it was his heart's fault in the first place that he was running.

Today was the day. The day which every male in his tribe was tested by Fate. The women were out and about. The men now knew how it felt to be the prey to the carnivores of the deadly forest. The only satisfaction that the men would recive if they thought of it was that they were great enough to be taken. But yet that thought would be torn down as the choosen men would live as pets to the women. Vadim's thoughts were everywhere. His body was on auto-pilot as he let his thoughts go wild. This was the moment of bliss that the nineteen year old enjoyed the silance. Even though it felt good, he shouldn't be so relaxed as of now. For the women could be setting traps and tracking his foot prints; yet he didn't stop. He would only stop untill his calves ached for relief, when he could feel his muscles burning. Vadim had been pushing his limits these past few sunrises, training himself to possibly out run the women. Even with his hours of running no where and back the village, he still doubted hismelf. The women were born for this. Infact, the men had stories about their strength. One that always stuck in Vadims mind was that the moment the women were born, they could talk down a full grown Giaguaro- A large cat that was to the shoulder of a human and killed it's victims with large feline claws. The Giaguaro had no chance against the girls. His dark-spotted and golden pelt would be used as a blanket during the winter and a dress during the summer. His meat being tough and skin to hard to peirce- it's considered a delicacy. Vadim had only heard of the great taste from the few men that had been able to try such a wonderful meat. He himself had never tasted the cat, but he had many encounters with such a creature along with many others. In Vadim's mind, the women had it easy. With their strength, predators such as the Giaguaro were no threat to their living. But to Vadim's village, defeating such a creature is hard. Their spears are like that to the womens- or so that he heard- but their strength is not enough to peirce the thick skin.

Vadim slowed as his chest rised and fell as a quick pace. He began his cool down as he unbuckled one of the daggers from it's holder on his tanned theigh. He was alone. A group of seven men were 'sacfriciced' you could say, just the night before. Vadim didn't know about the others whereabouts, as he had taken off into the heart of the Tutuwuan forest; a land unknown to him. From there, his feet had carried him to safety hopfully. The ground was no safe place now, but many thigns had to be done of the ground.Last night, he had slept in a tree he had managed to climb up. A safe distance form the ground, yet not to far up. That's where he was headed now. He belived he was in the right direction of his makeshift home. There he had a spear and another one in progress. All he need was a good sized rock to finish it off. He picked up the pace again to a medium jog where his eyes could still distinguish what was around him. There were only two thigns he was mainly looking for now; food, and the women.

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{ Just to let you know, Giaguaro means jaguar in Italian. I kinda described it, I think, as a jaguar on steroids }

[ossa di cervo]

It's just like him,
Reede
To wonder off in the evergreen park.

Reede sat under a tree, crouch, with a spear pressed to the ground under his hand. It was a rather pathetic spear, splintering wood and miserably sharpened point, but Reede had personally sharpened it. He didn't plan on letting go of it any time soon. He simply sat there, pressing it down into the ground with mud gushing through his fingers as he looked through the leaves of the bush in front of him. The young man was supposed to be out fetching food for the other men back at the 'camp' but, how could Reede kill these creatures? Not only were they huge, but their breath only could knock him out. There was no way anyone could sneak up on this creature. Those huge, black, leathery ears caught sound from all directions and those ghostly eyes. That red haze that floated back and forth between the four, sometimes five empty holes in the nose bridge, each side moving independently from the other. They could see anything, these odd, fascinating creatures.

To Reede these were called Xautes. They were large, dog-like creatures with black leather skin and odd tongues that were never enclosed in their jaws. To Reede it didn't seem these things had jaws, the sides of their mouthes seemed to just melt together as if an acid had been poured in between the two rows of tiny teeth. A shudder suddenly found it's way up Reede's spin as he watched the Xaute in front of him. It had something cornered and was obviously playing with it's food. The mere thought of such violence made Reede cringe and pull his spear out of the mud. In the process, the spear made an odd squealch which made the Xaute turn it's head, one of those hazy, red eyes fixating itself to Reede's location. The man froze, trying to gulp down any fear that was in his body. Fortunately, the beast lost interest and went back to it's meal, allowing Reede to slip through the trees and away from the scene.

As Reede was making his quick, close to silent get away, he was forced to stop in his tracks. A sound was going through the forest. Something that any ordinary beast couldn't utter from its jaws. No, this was a horn. Something only the smartest of people could engineer, and since these males simply weren't engineers, that meant it was something the women had made. Reede's eyes grew wide as he heard the sound. It was barely audible as it soared over tree tops making wing felines and birds alike lift into a panicked flight.

Reede watched in horror as these creatures took flight and his muddied spear began to shake at his side. How could he forget? Of course this was happening! He'd been preparing for such a long time now, and still this idea of women chasing after him shook his very soul. He looked around in fright, unable to move out of shock. He took deep breaths as he tried to clam himself as he watched in the direction of the sound he'd heard earlier. A deer in the headlights, ready to flee at a slight glimpse of a female, Reede stood with his hands shaking violently at his sides.

((Yay for random creatures I remember making up in like.. grade school? xD))

[Kalaia]

.. // Doran \\ ..

Tanned, barefoot feet carried Doran farther and farther away from the camp where his fellow men were. Even though shoes were nothing new to his people, Doran preferred not using the things - they felt strange on his feet, and the bottoms of his soles had hardened over time to the point where stepping on small twigs and rocks didn't faze him in the least. He knew that the women were due to appear at any moment, and it's not that he wasn't nervous. In fact, that was precisely the reason that he had wandered away from the others - the tension in the air was making his nerves worse.

Normally he was wiser than to make such a foolish mistake. In fact, he was known in his village as being very smart and level-headed. Ever since he found out that he had been chosen for the women, however, he seemed to be having trouble making smart decisions. He had even almost eaten a fish that morning whose poisonous blood was toxic enough to kill three men twice his size... only at the last second had he noticed the tell-tale translucent antennae that gave the fish away.

Quiet and agile as a feline, Doran continued walking alongside a thin, shallow river that he had followed to a field full of berries the day before. His vivid seagreen eyes scanned the trees around him every so often, looking and listening for women despite the fact that he knew next to nothing about what they would look or sound like. His hand rested tensely on a dagger that was tucked into a loop of cloth on his makeshift garb - something of a long loin cloth fashioned of animal skin that hung to his knees. The way he moved gave away that he was beginning to feel panicky, though he tried to hold himself together as much as possible. And the farther away from camp he got, he was actually beginning to feel safer. The women must be smart enough to look at the camp first, right? Maybe they would find all of the others there and forget about frightened little Doran.

Soon he reached a clearing in the forest decorated with small waist-high bushes. Each bush had glistening leaves that were so bright green that they looked fake, each tipped with a sharp red needle-point to protect it from predators such as himself. But that wasn't the strangest thing about these bushes. Every other twig or so was littered with small red bulbs of every color imaginable; blood reds, sky blues, sun yellows, dirt browns. Each bulb was actually a berry. Each berry was unimaginably juicy. The elders of his village told stories of men surviving off of only the juice of these berries for months at a time, though Doran was unsure whether those stories were based on truth or just simple lore. Either way, he couldn't resist their sweet flavors. Carefully he approached a bush adorned with dazzling purple berries, and momentarily his attention was pulled off of the area around him and focused soley on removing berries without getting stuck with the needle-pointed leaves.

[Harpy•]

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[Clowesia]

((Just have to wait for Jelli to post, then we can get going. x3))

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[[Sorry for the wait, I've been having issues with my computer x___x]]

Silas sat perched in a sturdy tree not too far from the main camp. He was positioned almost like a bird about to take flight, but he kept himself firmly planted on the outstretched branch. There was a small knife like weapon in his right hand as it glinted in the dappled sunlight. Silas was quite interested in the glittering stone that made the blade, and he watched intently as the sparkles danced across the rugged grey surface of the rock. His pale, bi-colored eyes were trained on the knife, but his ears were listening for footsteps. Not the footsteps of an animal, but the footsteps of a human; a woman's to be exact. Today was the day that the men were to be put to the test, but he knew not a single one of them would escape from the clutches of the women, for that was simply unheard of.

His thick, brown curls fell into Silas' freckled face as something caught his attention from below the branch. Luckily, it was just an animal of the forest, but he was being extra cautious today. He was also being extra paranoid, as women scared him fiercely. He debated over killing the small rodent to eat, but decided against it as he wasn't feeling especially hungry today. Pretty much the only thing that was on Silas' mind was the women that would come into the forest to hunt them at any moment, and what would happen to him and the other men when that happened. He knew that he should be focused to his surroundings, but for some reason his thoughts kept straying in that direction.

Silas wiped the small amount of sweat that was building up on his slightly tanned skin; he needed something to distract himself from the events that would happen probably very soon. He started to softly whistle a tune that he picked up from a song bird in the jungle and stretched out on the branch. He thought it was a wonder that he was actually chosen for this ritual at all, considering his half insane mentality and odd eyes. Silas nervously laughed at himself, although he didn't know why. Maybe it was from all the stress of upcoming day, or maybe it was just him being unstable, but it seemed to work in distracting him for a moment.

He smiled and decided it would be a good time to get back to the base camp. He almost noiselessly climbed down the tree onto the damp forest floor. Although his muscles were tense and his pale eyes were focused, since he was highly nervous. Silas breathed deeply and took in his surroundings as to not snap from the building pressure inside of his head. He watched as a colorful bird with bright plumage flew overhead and listened intently to the sound of falling droplets. He concentrated on different sights and sounds for a while until he realized it would be a good idea to actually start heading towards camp, where it was most likely safer. He got up from the tree he was leaning on and started to walk toward the base camp, with his paranoia growing ever so slightly with each second.

[Clowesia]

☀
☀Sophie☀

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Her feet swiftly moved across the wild ground of the Tutuwuan, her blue orbs fixed to the ground instead of ahead of her. Not once did she tread on a root, not once did she snap a stick beneath her treading feet; it was how she had been taught. 'Do not disturb the forest, move with it, not through it.' The words of her Auntie, her teacher, ringing through her head. She gave a grunt as she looked up briefly to see a large, imposing fallen tree blocking the small game trail she had been following. Looking around swiftly she gave a smirk as a large, blossoming fungus with the colouring of the morning sun seemed to reach out from a tree nearly right beside the fallen giant.

She broke off from the pack as her thick legs powered her through the under bush only to launch herself off the ground and onto the springy mushroom. With a grunt and another leap she threw herself over the massive log that could have stopped any creature in the forest. She landed on the ground, her knees bending from the sift impact as she felt mud squelch up between her toes as the bags around her waste rattled and swayed. She only took a second to recover before she was up and away again, the sounds of her sisters feet landing on the ground behind her let her know they were still following.

It was a few more minutes of running before Sophie fell to a crouch, her body unable to take anymore running as she panted heavily; her freckled body flushed red from exertion. Her fingers dug into the mud as she slapped it over her bare belly, rubbing it into her skin to mask her flesh. She didn't need anyone or anything picking up on her scent. She paused then, her eyes widening as her arms flew out, her fingers spread wide as she called for her sisters to stop. Moving her right hand down, she pointed to the mess of mud in front of her, a smile tugging at her lips. "They've been here." She whispered as she stood up, following the tracks quickly as she lead them onwards.

Her eyebrows drew together as she stopped once again, her orbs focused on the ground as she crouched. Her hands leafed through the pile of ashes, tossing stays bits of charred wood from the small fire-pit. She gazed around softly as she watched her sisters move around the small clearing, "This is there camp." She almost seemed to gloat, proud to have lead her sister right to the male, though her eyes narrowed again; it was a small victory, for the males were not here. "They cannot be far." Scooping up a handful of ashes she gave a grunt as she stood, her muscles strained and aching from the nearly day long run. Her body was not used to it, she was not a trained runner.

Bringing the handful of ashes up to her lips, she whispered a few words to urge the spirits of her sisters and aunties lost on hunts before this. With a quick exhale her hand popped open, scattering the ashes of the fire to the windless, muggy air of the Tutuwuan. It seemed to disperse in the air for a second, and Sophie could only wait nervously as it begun to float toward the earth. Sophie's nervousness was broken, however, as she gave an excited yip as an unnatural gust that not even she or her sisters could feel lifted the ashes. The cinders seemed to splay off, tendrils seemingly pointing out to different trails leading off from the camp. The dust then fell to the ground in a could of smoke.

Turning to cast a look over her shoulder to her sisters, she spoke "It seems out paths will now take us away from each other. This is necessary, we have been destined to face our males alone." She gave a soft nod of her head as she took off in a jog, her feet carrying her softly so the male she pursued did not hear her. "Just think, next time we meet we will not be by ourselves." She cast a soft smile at them before her feet tread over the fallen ashes, taking her off down her own preordained trail.

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A nymph like giggle escaped her closed lips as her eyes flashed with joyous glee as the male forgot his own strength and doused himself in water, much to Sophie's pleasure. Her head peaked over the edge of the outcrop of rocks she crouched perched behind, her head cocking like a confused Wallowgie as she gave another docile blink; a smile stealing her lips as she observed her prey.

As he stood, Sophie couldn't help but feel a thrill of primal fear course through her body, her legs shaking for a second before she managed to grab a hold of herself with a huff. He was towering and intimidating and Sophie knew she'd never be able to bring him down with brute force. She could only huff and roll her eyes as she watched him stomp his way through the forest, her hands gliding over the tops of the rocks as she maneuvered her way down, continuing to follow him. He had little grace and seemingly no respect for the forest that provided for him, but Sophie could change that. She would change that.

As he tripped over a mossy rock, Sophie couldn't help but lunge forward in an instinctual bid to save him from a painful landing but there was no way she could have reached him in time. Eyes widening she quickly dropped back into her hiding place, her heart thumping like a rain-bringing dance as she nearly blew her cover. Bashing the heel of her palm against the side of her head, she reprimanded herself. With a firm nod she turned around again, her hands creeping up to rest on the edge of the rock as she watched. Well, she would have had her hand not knocked a rather large rock from its sitting, causing it to noiselessly roll from its place and crash against another rock.

There was no way he hadn't heard that.

With a squeak Sophie dropped back, her body curling behind the rock as she jammed her eyes closed. Her body tensed as she waited to see what the male would do. Would he try and call her out? Or maybe he would run?

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((Sophie, you are such a creeper, seriously.
And everyone else had pretty pictures so I got one.
QAQ
Also, sorry for such another long post. This RP is making me far too inspired.
OTL
And yes, I'm a freak, I had this written out prior.
Silas is gonna run into some trouble quickly, it seems.
He should have gone the other way. xD))