The Hawk

ofstrom‌:

His session with a new trainee had ended far sooner than it should have, but the earth shook in a way that said trouble was nearby. Instead of running in the opposite direction like some, he followed in search of the source. He was thankful to be armed, but had yet to think as far as attacking. As a weapon’s trainer, he should be prepared for just about anything; however, the sight of an agitated giant caused him to quickly take cover. Tristan didn’t want to charge without strategizing, and as he crouched from behind the tree at least he could catch his breath for a moment. “You should get out of here. You could warn any others in the area?” He spoke quickly when glancing up at another who was also still here. Tristan set his spare weapons out on the grass as if it would help organize his thoughts to device a plan on what to do.

( @lordbohai ), ( @isrvshvhin ), ( @xcolettedelafontaine )

Bohai usually avoided going too far inland at all costs. Something usually bad happened whenever he left the Sea Rose. But his business today brought him inland to the Wilde wood. He had just finished his task and was getting ready to turn around and head back to his ship when he felt the ground beneath him shake. He sighed and shook his head. Every time something happened. He turned around to see the giant crashing to the shores of the lake and a figure running away from it. Bo followed him, hoping that the giant hadn’t seen him. 

“Are you going to take on a giant all by yourself then?” he asked sarcastically. He spotted the man laying out his weapons and pulled out his own sword and pistol. “Trust me you need all the help you can get right now.” 

Isra was lurking in the Wilde Wood, looking something to eat. She had been getting the high ground up in a tree when the ground began to shake and she had been knocked to the ground. Isra stood and brushed herself off, watching as people ran in different directions. Instead, Isra ran towards it and saw the giant through the trees. A huge, ugly thing. 

Isra Shahin: A Playlist

Nicolas had thought he was done traveling this late at night, he knew better. As a child, running around the grounds of his estate, he had known the dangers, the border between him and the vampire lands was all too small, at night it meant little. Living in the capital had made him lazy, however. He had become used to being able to take his time, to leave late at night, and return in the early hours of the morning - it was easier to conduct his less savory business this way. 

He was overworked, overworked and tired. In the darkness, traveling along a road he should have known better than the back of his hand he had allowed himself to become complacent. It was with a sharp jolt that he realized he did not recognize his surroundings, particularly concerning because he should own everything on human territory. Sighting a figure up ahead he yelled out, “Hello.” He dismounted, flashing his most flattering smile, “Apologies, I seem to have lost my way. I will be happy to pay if you will lead me back to a familiar path.” If he was still on his own lands the person ahead should be one of his patrons. 

@isrvshvhin

Isra hung around this part of the woods because humans and werewolves so often strayed away from the safety of the pack and she had an easy meal. Or an easy kill. She didn’t have to be hungry to kill. When she saw the man, Isra stopped. Trying to assess the situation. He was asking for help and seemed to be sincere. Though he also seemed to think he was safe. Interesting. 

Isra stepped a little closer until she was half in the moonlight coming from between the trees. “I’d be happy to show you back to the right way. May I ask where you’re going? There are quite a few paths in this area. I’d hate to make you more lost.” 

Ronan became aware of her presence shortly before she lifted her voice to him; a sense of foreboding and anger coursed through him, tensing his muscles and causing his jaw to twitch as his gaze shot down to where the young woman stood. She was dark-haired, confident in her demeanor, and…decidedly off. Ronan had encountered enough of the grisly leeches in his life to get the haunting suspicion that he had come across a vampire. She wasn’t a member of the platoon he’d been promised was coming through, but, he supposed, she was a start.

“Maybe I was waiting for you to come along,” Ronan said smoothly, standing and leaning agaisnt the base of the tree. He kept his bow alert and gripped in his hands as he gazed down at the girl from underneath the shadows of his hood. “This is the forest, you know. Never can be sure who’s hunting in these woods.”

The man didn’t lower his bow but Isra kept her eyes on his face, what little she could see of it. She never liked things that masked one’s identity. It was cowardly. It also generally meant that the person had something to lose. Isra smiled, teeth bright white and looking sharp even without her fangs showing. 

"You’re not,” she said. She could have come up with some quip but she knew he wasn’t after her and she didn’t like being threatened or toyed with. She took a few steps closer, trying to get a good look at his face. “No, you can’t. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who the threat is.” Her voice was soft and easy and full of sweet anaesthetic that usually calmed prey. Not compulsion but close. “Whoever you’re looking for, these are big woods. You might have missed them.” 

“True and yet is it really all that close after that display?” He mused, referring to the wedding. “But sure, ask away.”