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<blockquote data-quote="Mezegis" data-source="post: 5215099" data-attributes="member: 87105"><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: white">As the barbarian slumbers, his rhythmic snoring is occasionally interrupted by the occasional heavy snort, and a slight shifting of his weight against the wall. However, in dreamland, things are not so passive.</span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><em><span style="color: silver">The hunter’s breath came hard and fast as he crouched over the print. He’d been tracking the beast for 2 days time, and he was gaining. Hefting his jagged spear, he leapt across the small stream it had stopped to water itself at, and resumed the hunt. Tree’s and vines lashed out at him, but he barely felt their sting as his legs eat up the distance with ease. As he rounds a copse, a fallen limb blocks the path, but it doesn’t even slow him as he clears it with a single bound. The jungle quiets as he pursues, until even the insects have ceased their buzzing, awaiting the end. </span></em></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><em><span style="color: silver">A ruddy splotch of dried blood on a leaf clues him in that his quarry is near, and the hunter slows, eyes and ears straining for a hint of the prey’s location. Ahead, the path widens into a small opening, and the hunter takes to the jungle, an unseen lurker in the morning mist. It lay, wounded near the far end of the clearing, shattered haft of the hunters first spear still imbedded in its flank. The hunter smiles a feral grin as he creeps around, ready to land the final strike. His family would eat well, the beast would feed them for a while, and the skin would provide a measure of protection from the elements. </span></em></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><em><span style="color: silver">As the hunter approaches, a feeling washes over him, a feeling of kinship with the beast that lay before him, waiting for the final blow to end its misery. Warily, he scans his surroundings, spear held before him ready to strike. At first, he sees nothing, but then a shadow moves, stalking towards his prize. The hunter shifts his grip, and lets the spear fly into the underbrush, burying it’s tip into the ground as the shadow seemingly melts around the haft. A feral cry of anger breaks the silence of the jungle, and the hunter dashes towards his weapon. The spear whirls in his hand as haft rises to meet claw, and the two begin the dance of death. Spear meets claw and fang, and soon, blood begins to flow as punishment for being struck. Every time the hunter strikes the shadow, it seems to melt away and strike else where. As the battle rages, anger boils, and the hunter begins to waver from his fighting stance. </span></em></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: white"><em><span style="color: silver">Again and again the hunter puts all his strength into a killing blow that never lands, and the shadow does not tire. Howling in rage, the hunter brings his spear down hard in an overhead chop, and is greeted with a sound other than that of rushing air, wood cracks and splinters as the tip flies free, but still the hunter fights on, anger now with himself as well as with the shadow that will not die. The hunter could feel himself slowing, the accumulation of wounds taking their toll, and the shadow sensed it too. It came in low and fast before darting around to shred the hamstring of the hunter. One leg out of commission, the hunter quickly fell to his knees, but the shadow was gone. Kneeling there in the middle of the clearing, the hunter cursed his ineptitude and the primal sprits that toyed with him. Across the clearing, the shadow approached the fallen beast, and growled in triumph. His prey taken, and his will defeated, the hunter knelt there as his life-blood flowed from his many wounds, thinking of his life, and his only regret that…</span></em> </span></span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="color: white">With a loud snort, the goliath wakes, eyes darting in a panic. Slowly, the massive man calms himself as he realizes there are no immediate threats. Rising to his feet, he returns to the group, rubbing sleep from his eyes. </span><span style="color: sienna">We good to go? Bring Castofle to the bald man?</span></span></p><p> </p><p>[Sblock=OOC]Not trying to push us along, just a confused Chaku waking up from his nap. A little story to try and symbolize him swapping Bloodhunt for Swift Panther.[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mezegis, post: 5215099, member: 87105"] [SIZE=2][COLOR=white]As the barbarian slumbers, his rhythmic snoring is occasionally interrupted by the occasional heavy snort, and a slight shifting of his weight against the wall. However, in dreamland, things are not so passive.[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][I][COLOR=silver]The hunter’s breath came hard and fast as he crouched over the print. He’d been tracking the beast for 2 days time, and he was gaining. Hefting his jagged spear, he leapt across the small stream it had stopped to water itself at, and resumed the hunt. Tree’s and vines lashed out at him, but he barely felt their sting as his legs eat up the distance with ease. As he rounds a copse, a fallen limb blocks the path, but it doesn’t even slow him as he clears it with a single bound. The jungle quiets as he pursues, until even the insects have ceased their buzzing, awaiting the end. [/COLOR][/I][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][I][COLOR=silver]A ruddy splotch of dried blood on a leaf clues him in that his quarry is near, and the hunter slows, eyes and ears straining for a hint of the prey’s location. Ahead, the path widens into a small opening, and the hunter takes to the jungle, an unseen lurker in the morning mist. It lay, wounded near the far end of the clearing, shattered haft of the hunters first spear still imbedded in its flank. The hunter smiles a feral grin as he creeps around, ready to land the final strike. His family would eat well, the beast would feed them for a while, and the skin would provide a measure of protection from the elements. [/COLOR][/I][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][I][COLOR=silver]As the hunter approaches, a feeling washes over him, a feeling of kinship with the beast that lay before him, waiting for the final blow to end its misery. Warily, he scans his surroundings, spear held before him ready to strike. At first, he sees nothing, but then a shadow moves, stalking towards his prize. The hunter shifts his grip, and lets the spear fly into the underbrush, burying it’s tip into the ground as the shadow seemingly melts around the haft. A feral cry of anger breaks the silence of the jungle, and the hunter dashes towards his weapon. The spear whirls in his hand as haft rises to meet claw, and the two begin the dance of death. Spear meets claw and fang, and soon, blood begins to flow as punishment for being struck. Every time the hunter strikes the shadow, it seems to melt away and strike else where. As the battle rages, anger boils, and the hunter begins to waver from his fighting stance. [/COLOR][/I][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][COLOR=white][I][COLOR=silver]Again and again the hunter puts all his strength into a killing blow that never lands, and the shadow does not tire. Howling in rage, the hunter brings his spear down hard in an overhead chop, and is greeted with a sound other than that of rushing air, wood cracks and splinters as the tip flies free, but still the hunter fights on, anger now with himself as well as with the shadow that will not die. The hunter could feel himself slowing, the accumulation of wounds taking their toll, and the shadow sensed it too. It came in low and fast before darting around to shred the hamstring of the hunter. One leg out of commission, the hunter quickly fell to his knees, but the shadow was gone. Kneeling there in the middle of the clearing, the hunter cursed his ineptitude and the primal sprits that toyed with him. Across the clearing, the shadow approached the fallen beast, and growled in triumph. His prey taken, and his will defeated, the hunter knelt there as his life-blood flowed from his many wounds, thinking of his life, and his only regret that…[/COLOR][/I] [/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE=2][COLOR=white]With a loud snort, the goliath wakes, eyes darting in a panic. Slowly, the massive man calms himself as he realizes there are no immediate threats. Rising to his feet, he returns to the group, rubbing sleep from his eyes. [/COLOR][COLOR=sienna]We good to go? Bring Castofle to the bald man?[/COLOR][/SIZE] [Sblock=OOC]Not trying to push us along, just a confused Chaku waking up from his nap. A little story to try and symbolize him swapping Bloodhunt for Swift Panther.[/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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