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

[ossa di cervo]

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

Reede made his shaking stop as sweat began to bead up on his shoulders. He needed to move, but what if him moving gave himself away? What if they could see movement like a beast or something? The boy shook his head, raising his muddy hand to his hair. A streak of mud was left across his forehead and a few of the hairs that previously fell to his forehead were now reaching for the sky, but Reede shrugged as he started to turn around. I still need to get food for the others.. Or do I? I'm out here for the woman.. Should I really be hunting then? Reede sat with a confused expression across his face for a few moments. This was a tough decision.

Suddenly though, Reede heard a small gasp and his eyes were torn to that location. He could barely see anything but he certainly saw her. Staring at him from within that bush like he was some kind of deer. In all honesty, that's exactly how Reede reacted; He froze, his eyes wide as they stared at this woman hidden within that bush. After what seemed like an hour, Reede gained his bearings and turned to run. He spun, placed one leg on the ground, then fell on his face. Standing on mud while in a situation you had to run from wasn't a good idea.

Reede flipped himself over, his forehead no longer the only thing coated in a strip of mud, and realized his spear was missing. He took his eyes away from the woman in front of him; mistake number one, and started to tear through the mud in search for his beloved spear. He found the wood within the mud, it's color only slightly lighter then the ground, and reached for his swiftly; yet another mistake. His fingers slid up the wood and Reede tore his hand back with a gasp. Several splinters were now embedded in his palm, something you'd think he was use to. Reede reached for the spear again, this time being much gentler, then picked himself up. Looking back at the bush, he realized he couldn't see this woman anymore. Was that even the right bush? Or was Reede just seeing things?

Reede took in a deep breath, his shuddering returning as he spun in circles, looking for this predator. He tossed his spear from hand to hand, popping his neck, then knuckles as he tossed. His fear made him jumpy as his eyes searched every leaf or branch around him. "Where are you..? I know you're out there.. Somewhere.." Reede gulped as he spoke, his voice extremely soft, yet easily traveling to any nearby ears.

((Sorry to post again so soon.. I just.. had muse. ))

[*Skylar The Plant*]

((I can't think I'm so stupid T.T
I try and write it up everyday But I only end up getting another paragraph ))

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{Yay, my computer is slow, but up and running nonetheless. turns out something called a video chip 'exploded'.... xD
This post contains Tikaani, just so you know. C:

EDIT: Apparently an italicized 'т' turns into an m - 'т' <---see? It's because in Russian 't', in cursive, looks like a 'm'. xD}

Breathe.

She payed no mind to the small insect that was seemingly close, and made an odd 'twick' sound with it's wings. Her nimble feet were quick to follow Sophie, and she felt no exhaust after the nearly days run. She was quiet as Sophie inspected the ground and grinned. 'Farewell...' She said softly, and went the way her gut told her to. Her leather shoes were thin but sturdy enough, and she had made sure that the straps were tight, but she checked once more, for the roots of these trees had no mercy, and if you weren't careful, would gladly trip you. She walked in once general direction for some time, her mind set on searching for the males, or rather, her male.

Her hazel eyes searched, and she found what she was looking for. Mlan. It was harmless enough, the plant. And it was, in actual fact. It was a type of grass that was long like a reed and thin, and had a sweet liquid inside that was delicious. She plucked a single mlan and twisted it into a small knot and the very tip and squeezed all of the juice out. Once that was done, she took a small net out of her hip pocket and knotted it together, so it fixed at the ends. satisfied, she put that into her pocket for later use.

Her eyebrows raised slightly as she heard quiet talking and took a few steps closer. Ah, the awaited prey. She could make out a коткі and was surprised that the murmuring male had his hand on the winged feline. Since when did males have the wits to interact with animals, much less a коткі. But, she supposed that they aren't morons, just less smart. She pursed her lips and wondered as to how she would get the male. There wasn't any time to make a trap, unless she would do the snare that she was thinking of before, but she doubted that would work. No, she would have to do it some other way. She was a fast runner, very quick to her feet, but she was if he would run...

[Harpy•]

{{Yay, Tikaani was finally picked! xP Haha}}

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The коткі stopped in his tracks out of nowhere, the fur that had just begun to lay back to his shoulders rising again. His upper lip lifted in twitching movements, a low growl starting from the depths of his chest and moving up into his throat, vibrating his entire body. With an enraged hiss he spun around, crouched low to the ground, wings spread above his head and a vicious snarl adorning his face. The lengthy, slender tail whipped back and forth over the ground, knocking against Tikaani's ankles.

The man stopped as well, still facing forward, not turning around yet. He knew exactly what was behind him; no other creature could make so little noise and provoke the коткі so ferociously. It was a woman, he knew. He shifted his grip on his spear, holding onto it more firmly, and inclined his head down and to the side, half-looking over his shoulder before fully turning around. His dark, piercing eyes focused on the woman, the blunt end of his spear shaft resting on the ground while he held a grip near the axe-shaped head of it. With something of a feral growl, he spun the ends around and buried the sharp end into the ground beside him, shoving it in with a brute push.
"If you're going to take me, you're not going to take me with weapons," he said, prepared anger and determination in his voice. "You'll take me with your own cunning and mastery." He knew it was futile to fully resist this creature, this woman who looked so like him, and so different. He knew he was going to lose, but he figured it would be better to go with some dignity than with a degrading spear to the back of the head, guiding him back to wherever they were supposed to go.

The коткі looked up at him, as if in shock, but Tikaani merely gave a barely-discernible shake of his head, glancing down at the creature before looking back at the woman, his hands slowly clenching into fists at his sides. The feline hissed uncomfortably to himself, then reluctantly stepped away from the two, folding his wings in to his sides, glaring at the woman, as if in protectiveness.

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{{Exciting. 8D
I'm actually in school right now, so I can't post, but I'll try to post later today. :3}}

[Kalaia]

.. // Doran \\ ..

Doran's long fingers reached for one of the blazingly violet berries on the bush and plucked it off, causing the bush to rustle at the exact moment that Vyra was climbing up into the tree; the faint noises she made went unheard by his ears. His lips closed around the juicy bulb at the exact moment that he heard something, and his entire body froze. His sea-green eyes studied the area around him, but the only movement he made was a slight crouch, hands set slightly down and out, fingers spread. He rocked to his toes, bare against the long grass. Finally, his gaze settled on the woman and the коткі.

His eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he was struck with a mixture of fear and amazement. She seemed so much like the predatory creatures in the area - crouched, daggers ready, hissing like the коткі at her side. But at the same time, she was so much more like himself than he could have ever expected. Somehow, with all of the horrifying stories that were told back at the village about the women, he realized that he wasn't even expecting women to be the same species that he was. Logically he knew that they were, of course, but the horror stories that had been pushed upon him again and again had morphed his mental image of women into some feral beast even more alien than himself.

But what he saw in front of him was far from the cold-blooded monster that he had pictured in his head. This woman had long blonde hair framing her face, full pink lips, piercing dual-toned eyes...

And the minute that his eyes met hers, his instincts kicked in. He gritted his teeth, purple juice seeping from between his lips, and took off into the forest. His well-muscled legs carried him at a swift pace that he only hoped was faster than hers; even though his feet were bare, he hopped over large stones and trampled over twigs without a moments hesitation. His heart felt like it was going to explode, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins pushed him on, further and faster with each stride.

Desperately he looked for somewhere to hide as he ran. His head turned this way and that, and suddenly he realized that he was headed back towards camp. He found himself having to make a quick but tricky decision - keep heading toward camp, where he knew the area better than the females and could surely lose her, or change directions to protect his fellow men and put his own livelihood in danger. To Doran, there wasn't much deciding to do. If these females were going to take him and his men, they would have to work for it.

Turning sharply, he leaped between two thin trees, taking off in a direction parallel to the camp. Not too long after that he reached a deep river, and without a second thought he dived in, disappearing under the rushing riverflow.

[Candycane_wings]

((This is *Skylar Manson* I was banned, but I made a new account, I'm still working on my post, but it may be another day or two ))

[Clowesia]

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☀Sophie☀

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The harsh side of the rock bit into her back viciously as she kept her balled up body pressed against it tightly. Her eyes were firmly screwed shut and her teeth grit as she waited, her ears aching at every sound she heard. Surprise was she and her sisters element, it gave them the edge they needed against bigger and stronger prey, and she had blown that with her heavy handedness. 'We should not have split up.' She berated herself, 'We should have stuck together, taken one male down at a time...but then that would have given the others a chance to regroup...damn it, this was the only way! I have to make it work!'

With a deep breath her eyebrows set, the clatter of the pail rattling through her finely tuned ears as she knew this was her moment to reclaim the situation. 'I need to drive him away from the camp, that's where they'll try to go to regroup. If they regroup they'll be harder to take down.' She could hear the mud squelch beneath the males feet as he backed away, Sophie used this time to prepare as she slowly slip the spear off of her back. 'He is retreating like a scared Tunk doe, this is good. I must control him with his fear. If he is scared he will fumble, he will not think.'She could almost feel his frightened panting, the beat of his scared heart thumping through her body.

It was then she heard it, the sound of the male bolting; Sophie knew it was her time to pounce. In a single move she stood and whirled around in place, her feet moving her body onto the rock in front of her. With a single bound she threw herself forwards off the rock and towards the retreating, fumbling male. It was in midair she saw the perfect opportunity to push the male on, to blind him with fear. As he stumbled, his body almost crashing to the ground she hurled her spear, the sharp stone blade slicing through the air. It came to a shuddering thump as it nailed itself into the tree just beyond the fleeing male, exactly where his head had been.

Sophie landed with a knee juddering thump, her legs bending to absorb the shock as her right arm still extended from the spear throw pressed to the ground to steady herself. Not once did her eyes leave the male. As her lips pulled back over her teeth in a soundless snarl she pushed her dirtied body forwards, her thick thighs powering her after him. She reached out, grabbing and ripping her spear from it's burrowed position in the tree stump as the undergrowth batted her naked calves. The hunt had begun.

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[Shy]

xx KHITA

Khita quietly looked onward, carefully inspecting her surroundings. After following on her own path for quite some time, she eased her footsteps and took to a large tree. Its bark was a dark maroon in color, and lined from the base with a pattern of cracks and crevices, a sign that the tree had lived for a multitude of generations before her. As she scaled the tree, she soon reached a high branch that dwindled to nothing about four feet from the base. She perched herself carefully on it, testing its sturdiness before trusting it to hold her weight.

Carefully she observed the lands below. Mostly, magnificent ferns and shrubbery of all sorts blocked a clear visual of the area below her. This disallowed her a fair chance at locating a male. The dense, thick plants would vary in coverage, growing thicker towards areas of low altitude and dwindling towards high-altitude areas. The color that nature had painted on the landscape looked absolutely magnificent from such a height, and Khita had to quickly remind herself that she wasn’t balanced on a skinny branch a hundred feet above the foliage just to daydream.

For what seemed like a long, eternal wait up in that tree was really just a short amount of time, about a half hour or so. Khita’s ears were cunning and listening to every sound in the vegetation below her. Throughout the span of time she had been waiting, many things had perked her interest. Various creatures had misled her into thinking that a male was wandering aimlessly below her. Unfortunately, it would just be a small, harmless creature such as an Aaox or a Tiksora. Feeling as though she was wasting time, she began to descend from the tree. Not having traveled down more than a branch, she heard something unfamiliar echo through the area. She narrowed her light blue eyes to see if she could identify the source.

Khita carefully watched as a male (Vadim) became clear in her vision below her. He was moving at a medium pace, and from what she could tell he was breathing hard, as if he had run for quite some time. After he had fallen out of sound range, she quickly climbed down the remainder of the height of the tree, reaching the ground softly, she noticed that he had left vague footprints, every now and then there would be an obvious print, and other times it would fade away completely.

She looked down at her camouflaged body, hoping she had done a good enough job not to get herself spotted immediately. The male was disappearing quickly. Anxiously, she followed his path off to the side of the trail, hoping to stay a good, safe distance behind him all while tracking him at the same time. It was something she wasn’t used to, but she knew very few variables of tracking thanks to her sisters.

(Think of an Aaox as similar to a tapir, and a Tiksora somewhat resembling a lemur. xx Gahh, sorry for the long wait. I was sick and had no muse…)

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