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

[Candycane_wings]

((Sorry, I'm re-writing my post and stuff, I'm getting ready for school so I'm very busy
Sorry...))

[Clowesia]

((Bump.
I'll be sending out some PM's tomorrow if we don't get some replies. :3))

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((Sorry, I'm lazy, but what males haven't started to be tracked by a specific female yet? ^^; ))

[versicolor]

~ Aithne ~
Aithne was swift and nimble on her feet, avoiding tree roots and rocks in her path. But she was also quiet and nearly soundless as they advanced in the Tutuwuan. She kept her head held high as her long fiery hair flowed out behind her. She felt almost more alive while they raced through the jungle, more free on the jungle's damp ground. Her eyes flitted everywhere and she seemed to get distracted as she took in the various sights of the vast jungle, but she was brought back to her senses once her eyes fixed on the giant fallen tree.

Aithne slowly began to regain focus on the task on hand. She was not here to look at the pretty scenery, she was here to hunt for a male. With this thought fresh in her mind, she looked straight ahead with a determined look on her face. She was not about to lose focus so early in the start. She leaped into the air as they approached the fallen log that blocked their path and sailed over it with slight ease, but it was hardly a graceful jump. For a tense moment Aithne wobbled slightly on her legs as she landed on the other side of the tree, not wanting to fall face first into the mud below.

Once she gained balance, Aithne bent down for a second to smear mud onto her pale skin, for camouflage she thought. She followed her fellow sisters, trusting Sophie's tracking skills to get them on a lead to the males. They came upon a camp it seemed, but there where no males to be found there. Her eyes scanned the area, it seemed as the males had known they were coming, but it was at least a start on their whereabouts. Sophie announced that they must take separate paths, and at this Aithne became excited, but also slightly nervous at the same time. But she thought she was as ready as she'll ever be, and it was meant to be this way anyways. She dashed off in an opposite direction of her fellow hunt members, awaiting whatever she might come across.

A glimmer of gold flashed in the corner of Aithne's bright hazel eyes and it immediately caught her attention. She veered slightly off her original path to find out what that curious thing was, maybe something exciting Aithne thought optimistically in her head. She approached cautiously ahead though, just to make sure she didn't startle anything. She made quick, light steps through vines and plants until she spotted a rather pale looking male carrying a golden fish [Kihao]. "So that's where the gold glimmer came from, of course!" Aithne thought to herself. She sneaked a little closer to watch him for a bit and a small smile appeared in her face for a moment, but it faded away quickly.

~ Silas ~
Silas stood stock-still for a moment, he thought he could hear the sound of footsteps nearby. His eyes widened a bit, and he realized what that sound was, it was the sound of females' footsteps closing in on the main camp. He stood frozen like a frightened Tunk deer for a moment until his senses finally came back to him and he began to run in to opposite direction. He sighed a bit to himself as he ran, he had made the wrong choice once again. Surely they would have heard him race off as far away as possible from the others. He knew there was no escaping the women he feared so greatly, but he would probably try to avoid them as long as he could.

"Are they following me? Have they even reached camp yet? Have they gone after any of us yet?" All these thoughts rushed in Silas' head as he raced off, clutching his knife close to him. He slowed down a bit though, knowing it was useless to run so fast and waste so much energy running from something he couldn't escape, his fate. He eventually slowed down to a walk, panting ever so slightly from sprinting into the jungle. He found himself near a fast-paced river that was known to wind all throughout the Tutuwuan. He found a large, wet rock sticking out in the middle of the river, and he plunged into the warm waters. He swam over to the rock, maybe it would be an okay place to rest for a while. He climbed onto its rough, grey surface and was careful not to slip on the wet stone. Finally, he sighed with relief as he perched on top of the great rock, he had a somewhat high vantage point as well. Silas tried to wipe off some of the brackish water from his freckled face, but it didn't do much good.

[Blehh, writer's block -___-;]]

[Kites]

Rachett

Rachett watched the man turn to run. Almost instinctively, she shifted forwards as if to run after him. She stopped herself as she watched him fall in the mud. Foolish man, she thought to herself, her sharp blue eyes piercing as she watched him get back up, still covered in mud. Her eyes followed his hand as he reached for his spear. Could he possibly be thinking of fighting her? Her hand moved to her knife that was hilted at her waist, her knuckles going slightly white as she gripped the leather handle tightly. He had hurt himself now. Her eyes narrowed as she noticed this, her mouth opening slightly so she could breathe easier. True, her breathing rate was high, as if she was still running. Her heart was also beating loudly in her ears. Anticipation shivered through her body, and she felt a soft breeze waft up her half exposed back. Her hairs rising on her ups, her senses at their maximum, she watched him.
"Where are you?"
She bared her teeth in a soft snarl, toying with him. Hissing softly, she watched him, stock still behind the rock for a few minutes. After what seemed like hours, she closed her mouth again, her expression returning from a look of hunger, to a passive, unemotional look. She stood up, exposing herself. She had not taken this tactic before, exposing herself to her prey. But it was entertaining to have some variety in life. She stepped out of the bush, and faced him some 8 meters away. Her hands were at her sides, her fingers twitching, ready for her to snatch at her knife. She didn't wear very much, clothing inherited from her mother that covered the top half of her chest, and a pair of shorts that had been stained in mud. Her smooth back was exposed but for a strap that ensured that her top stayed on. She preferred this clothing for hunting anyway. Less to wash when she got home for starters, as she often got muddy during the hunts, and that it allowed her body to move easily, without restraint. Her blonde hair had streaks of mud in it, dulling down the usual golden colour to ensure maximum camouflage. Her blue eyes though, which were as blue as the sea, were filled with a slight curiosity behind the glare.
She looked the man up and down, and bit her tongue subtly. She had made a good choice. However, she didn't want it to be this easy. She wanted to run, to chase him to the ends of the world and back. It was like this every year. The hunt always seemed too short. This time was a blessing, and a curse.
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Notes: Hope you can find something amongst the waffle there D:

Caderyn

Caderyn gave an unintentional yelp as he heard the spear embed itself in the tree, just above where his head had been. Scrambling up, he bolted into the forest. Swearing repeatedly in his mind, he didn't know where he was going, just that he was running. Running was good, he could run decently enough. But that didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was if the woman now chasing him could run faster than he could. A feeling of sick dread rose in Caderyn's chest as he sprinted through the forest. What was going to happen? He had heard stories that the older males had told about this day many times, yet he was one of the fortunate ones not to be in the open when the females had arrived. How could he be stupid enough to lose track of the days? No wonder everyone was eager for him to go get the water, they didn't want to go out alone themselves! The anger he felt seemed to fuel his body, and he pressed on, occasionally throwing nervous glances over his shoulder. It had been too quiet that morning in the camp, why hadn't he noticed?
He threw another glance over his shoulder, checking to see if she was still behind him. He turned his head to look back at where he was going, when he felt himself collide with something. Thrown backwards, back onto the forest floor, he felt pain surge through his body, the worst of which was his nose which was now dripping hot red blood. Pain was another feeling he didn't want at that very second, but he still tried to get up, to run. As soon as he was on his own two feet again, a wave of sickness overcame him, and he wobbled, his arm extending out to the tree he had collided with to steady himself. His other hand went to his head. Idiot, he thought to himself, before trying to run onwards. Using the trees that he passed to help push him further, and to keep him steady, he wiped his nose with one of his arms, only to find a long stain of red blood now residing on the arm. Throwing it back to his side, he pushed on. From afar, it would look as if it was drunk. He was much slower, but was gaining speed as his head stopped spinning.

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Notes: Its late at night, and I'm a bit confused about Caderyns post. Basics, he ran into a tree and broke his nose. The great lumbering oaf.

[*Skylar The Plant*]

Kihao

Lightly running a long, pale finger of the soft golden scales of the fish, Kihao smirked slightly, his dark crimson eyes narrowing as he tried to make his bad sighted eyes focus on the fish. Slightly tuning out of the other things around him, he smiled again and lightly took his fish of his lap and licked his lips lightly before placing the fish back on the ground. He glanced around and frowned slightly, feeling awkward and watched, he rolled his eyes and slumped his shoulders before slowly getting to his feet and lifting his hands above his head in a stretch. He closed his eyes softly and let out a soft sigh, wondering where everyone was and smiling quite crookedly. His off crimson eyes narrowed as he looked around carefull, bending down to pick up his fish, Kihao started to talk lightly a nice rounded log that looked more comfortable to sit on then the ground. He grinned lightly as he approached the log and he sat lightly down upon it, putting his hands lightly on the wood underneath him before he places his bottom on the wood, just to make sure he didn't sit on anything he shouldn't. He gazed around lightly and dropped his fish on the ground once more, finally getting bored with the fascinating glimmer of it's golden scales, it was just to eat anyway.

Kihao let out a bored groan, putting his head in his hands lightly and closing his off crimson eyes and letting out a soft sigh, his snowy white hair hung over his face and it looked all together fluffy and messy, a small scowl crossed his face and he impatiently lifted his head back up and began to part his hair with his fingers so it would no longer be in his face and obscur his already poor vision. He narrowed his eyes and shifted uncomfortably, still getting a slightly nagging feeling in the back of his head that he was being watched, he let out a small gulp and looked around, squinting slightly, still not seeing anyone, a frown crossed his face and he let out a small stressed whine. He didn't feel very safe anymore, he longed to go and find the other males, but the majority of other... Well, people, annoyed the hell out of him. He shuffled his bare feet on the ground lightly, gorging soft burrows into the dirt with his toes.

"Hello?" Kihao called nervously, shifting his white hair out of his eyes once more and frowning, feeling self concious, for once he hoped it was one of the other males, and hoped to god it wasn't one of the females. He lightly ground his teeth together and looked from side to side, self conciously moving his hair out of his face every now and again before slumping his shoulders slowly and letting out a soft sigh. His off red eyes gazed around as he slowly began to relax more, his golden fish lay on the ground forgotten now, a frown crossed his pale lips and he blinked rapidly, stretching his arms over his head and straining them to make his shoulders feel less numb. He let out an irritable groan as he dropped his arms to his sides once more and shrugged his shoulders slowly to make them feel less tense. His mouth opened wide as he let out a loud yawn and once more he blinked a few times rapidly. He felt quite worn out from his previous hunting for fish in the river and frankly didn't feel like doing much else besides sleeping at the moment. He let out a small, quiet growl and stood up once more to stretch, trying not to let himself fall asleep as he blinked slowly and felt for the breif second he had closed his eyes he had found it hard to reopen them.

((Sorry it sucks, it's 3:35AM xD
I'll post for Era once I can think of who she can stalk and when I get some sleep T.T
Gosh I suck at posting for Kihao T.T ))

[Kalaia]

((Just waiting for Vyra's reply :3))

[ossa di cervo]

((Merrrrrr, sorry. I'll most certainly get a post in tomorrow, if not tonight. It's gonna be a lazy weekend. :3))

[average]

(So. Ashamed. I can't believe I have kept putting off replying to this for so long.
Sorry this is a bit short - I squeezed this in before doing my math homework. D:)

Her heart seemed to skip a beat as the коткі growled. Ah, so it had finally had noticed her. She smirked at the creature and positioned herself much more comfortably then before, now that they knew her presence. So much for a sneak attack.

He had a spear in his hand and it was clear he had made it himself. She pursed her lips and couldn't help but feel sorry for the man. He was seemingly well-built, but she could take him down, and she could tell he knew it. She would claim him as hers, and nothing would stop her. The skin near her eyes crinkled as she smiled to herself and couldn't help it as a quiet hiss escaped her mouth.

She stood up, and slid the dagger she had pulled out previously back into the pocket. The young woman made an opening between her lips just a bit to reply to his obnoxious comment. "Resistance is foolish, but I congratulate you on your bravery." Eriën swiped her tongue over her pink lips and whispered, "Let the hunt begin."

[Popcorns]

{Gah, I'm gunna try to post tonight.}