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[~Everlasting~]

~|Kaiser Jay Dawson|~

For the beginning of the conversation, Kaiser did something which was extremely uncharacteristic for him: stayed quiet. He listened silently as the two females talked back and forth. It was mostly because he was a trained hunter, and was only listening with half his mind. The other half was preoccupied with the things around him. He was listening and watching for anything that moved. He was focusing almost too intently, for he barely heard a word either of the girls said. Hunting was his life, and it showed through everything he did.
When he finally decided to come back to the conversation, the girls were talking about the werewolves they were tracking. It sounds like they were having relatively good luck. He hadn't seen a werewolf come into his area in days. If he kept up this kind of luck, he would have to move on and find a place that had more action from the beasts. "You guys are lucky. I haven't seen any werewolves in days. Looks like you've been getting some action, though," he said, gesturing to the injured girl. "I'm Kaiser, by the way."

//Damon Alexander Reid\\

Damon was relaxed in his tree, high off of the ground. His eyes scanned his silver gun up and down. He had gotten it a few months ago from an unsuspecting werewolf. The kill hadn't been particularly fun. The wolf had been a fighter, and he got more than his fair share of bruises and scratches. But when she was killed, he went through her pack and found the gun and many other useful things. A lot of his food for that month came from her pack. The gun had been an amazing find. It made the kills all the more easy.
Damon was almost too relaxed when a werewolf caught his eye. He nearly fell out of his tree from shock. He had almost missed a kill! He couldn't let himself get too zoned out, or he'd miss every oppertunity he got. Picking up his pack and slinging it around his shoulders, he leaped out of the tree, hitting the ground with hardly any noise. It had taken him a while to perfect that move, but now he could jump out of trees with ease.
Focusing all of his attention on his hunt, his footsteps began to take on the form of a much quieter being. They created hardly any noise. He took all the procautionary measures of a wise hunter: keeping a few feet between himself and the werewolf, keeping his weapon drawn, and being completely silent. After a bit of walking, he decided to take action and go for the kill. He aimed his gun and fired, missing by only a few inches.

[herondale.]

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With his gaze continuously fleeting about himself, Zeke had to admit he felt incredibly restless. He was partially tempted to turn back and continue in the direction he had begun on but he had no clue how far he'd have to walk till he found water and, to be honest, he wasn't willingly to risk going another few days without it. He was still yet to eat anything. Biting his chapped lips, Zeke felt his heart jump a little when he swore he could hear the rushing of water. It was distant, probably undetectable to human ears, but it was there. A smile broke across his face and he increased his speed ever so slightly whilst making sure to tread carefully and quietly.

After a few brief moments of feeling remotely fulfilled, Zeke frowned slightly when he thought he heard something. With an apprehensive gaze, he cast a look around himself and when he didn't see anything he blamed his uneasiness on his general paranoia. The fact that he would have been safer if he had stayed with Ghost was starting to bite him in the a*s. Who knew that I loved water so much... he thought idly and rolled his eyes and he brushed a protruding branch out of the way.

Then, just as he was starting to grasp that the creek wasn't too far from him, Zeke heard the gun shot. He nearly leapt out of his skin, seeing the bullet slice into the tree next to him. That was definately too close to call. His gaze then moved instantly to the area behind him. Of course, just my luck that a hunter with a gun would find me! he thought with both anger and perhaps a small amount of fear. As soon as his eyes found the hunter, Zeke didn't waste any time in sprinting off as fast as possible. A part of him wanted to stand and fight but the fact that the hunter had a gun and, judging by the bullet that had lodged itself in the tree, the bullets with it was loaded with were silver definately put him off. Water now wasn't a priority. He just hoped that he'd be able to shake the hunter off quickly.

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(@Everyone: I just want to let you all know that I will not be on this role-play from July 8th-July 14th. I will not have access to CS from this time. I'm really sorry!)

(Back Recap?)

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[ Loooots of hunters. If you want, my character can run into yours. ]

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(Yeah sure, Liam or Nicole?)

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[ Either. Mine is a female Were, so whatever you think would be better draaaaama! ]

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(Well probably with Liam since he's a guy hunter but how would they meet?)

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[ Ghost just had a run in with two hunters; he could've offered to help the girl, Summer, train, and he comes across the wolf. ]

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(Ok, would you mind starting first with that? I tend to mess it up)

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. G h o s t . t h e . w e r e w o l f .


Ghost growled after the small huntress. She was fed up to her ears with hunters, Huntresses, horses, eagles, and anything bloody. She felt like a disgusting disaster. Licking her paw, she began to think. Think about her encounter earlier. Think about why the girl let her to, even though it was against Huntress law. Why boys were confusing. Why she was accused of beautifying herself while she was merely trying to stay clean. Cleanliness is the offense to illness and plague. Survival is cleanliness. The female padded inside the house, and phased, fully clothed, with her hair the exact same way it had been before. She stepped gingerly through the mess in the living-area, and towards the kitchen. Ghost snuck her toe underneath the back of the knocked-over kitchen chair. She lifted her foot a few inches from the ground, wrapped her fingers around it. She winced as the cut on her hand bled a little more due to the pressure. As best as she could, she ignored it and re-arranged the four chairs in a square-shape around the table. She ran her uninjured hand through her pale hair, slightly overwhelmed. Fixing this place would be difficult. After all, she had destroyed it. 

A strong feeling of being watched overwhelmed her, and she flipped towards the door. Ghost bared her teeth automatically before scolding herself. Theere's nothing out there. I'm safe. A few seconds later, she convinced herself she would feel better if she fixed the door. Ghost bent down and swung open a cabinet containing screws, screw-drivers, and nails. She selected a phillips screw driver [the ones with the cross head], a handful of screws that would fit the home, and two nails to fix a hole. The girl pranced through the disaster, stumbling over little chunks of furniture. She flopped down next to the door hinges, arranging the screws and nails inside of the door so they didn't fall through the porch cracks. She set to work, discovering that her weapons got in her way. Ghost impatiently slid her brass knuckles and ring from her hand. She tossed them into the house. The Werewolf un-did the latches on her two belts, slipped out of the knife belt and gun holster, and tossed them a few feet away from the door. Finally, she could get back to work. Uneasily, though. She couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched.