#hunter dave

Gladio and Prompto aren’t the only tattooed people in Final Fantasy XV.  Hunter, Dave Auburnbrie, has quite a collection of tattoos including one on his left arm that fascinates me. The tattoo depicts a figure wearing a hooded robe, standing on a rock and wrapped in chains.  A winged creature with a human body and a dog like head is holding his right hand and a figure wearing robes and a crown is holding his left hand.  The figure also has one wing on his right shoulder and is standing before a large object that may be emitting light (the crystal?).  The tattoo also appears to be repeated on his upper arm and mirrored on his upper chest.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dave Strider/Karkat Vantas Characters: Dave Strider, Karkat Vantas, Demons (Characters) Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Graphic Description, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Tail Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Biting, Past Violence, Scarification, Age Difference, Aged-Up Character(s), Demons, Demonic Possession, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Demon Deals, Demon/Human Relationships, Demon Hunters, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dead People, Corpses, Blood and Injury, Shower Sex, Nicki Minaj Songs, Racist Language, Racism, Mentioned Donald Trump, Road Trips, Explicit Language, Derogatory Language, Blasphemy, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Bad Jokes, Past Rape/Non-con Series: Part 2 of Demons On A Roadtrip Summary:

It's been a few days on the road with Karkat Vantas, the demon who assaulted Dave Strider in his car in the middle of nowhere. A few things have settled and a few things still need addressing, but as it is, they need a quick stop to recharge their batteries.

Secluded, mostly-abandoned, and blessedly lacking in actual roaches, the Spanish Moss Motel is just the place! WiFi and breakfast cost extra.

Kaleb Ulric    &    Dave Auburnbrie

Oh brother, we go deeper than the ink Beneath the skin of our tattoos Though we don't share the same blood You're my brother and I love you, that's the truth

(This was fun to think about!  I wanted to write you a cute, fun little ficlet about feral little Prom-pom… but you asked for the first time they notice him… So here it is! :3 )

“You are David Auburnbrie?” The abrupt voice behind him interruptedwhat he’d been about to say to Chris. Before turning, he replied, “That’s me. Most people call me ‘Dave’ though…”

“I want to be a Hunter. You can officiate this.”

The Hunters took a good look at the woman.  She was frail with hair cropped short anduneven, and the front half almost looked burnt. Gold eyes bore into him, daring him to deny her request, and the imperioustilt of her jaw informed him she wouldn’t accept ‘no’ for an answer.  Though filthy from her travels, and desperatelyunderweight, she was beautiful.  Sobeautiful it took him a moment to notice that the bundle in her arms was ababy.

Chris shifted uncomfortably beside him, and David was slowto respond, which only made the woman glare harder and open her mouth as if torepeat herself.

“…You have a baby.” David pointed out.  The words sounded stupid to his own ears, butthis woman was out here carrying thisbaby, instead of leaving it at home with a caretaker…

“For what otherreason do you suppose I might need coin?”She scoffed, “Everything else I mightneed I can forage or kill.”

“But you can kill?”Dave wondered aloud, noting that though thin, her figure was lined with wirymuscle.  More impressively, she’d creptup on him and Chris with a babywithout their noticing until she spoke up.

“Yes.” She shrugged, “Though I am still learning how to huntthe beasts here.”

“Where are you from?”

She gave him a sharp, long look, her strange golden eyesgleaming with something fierce and wild, “… There are more unforgiving deserts than thisone.”

There weren’t manyplaces like that in the world, Dave figured. “What are you going to do with thekid?”

“I will think of something,” Was her even reply.

“It’s not as easy as just asking,” Chris spoke up, “It’snot: ‘I want to bee a Hunter’ ‘ok, bam, you’re a hunter’, miss.”

“Test me, then.” She hissed back, “Or whatever must be done,but it must be done swiftly,otherwise, I will be forced to find less palatable ways to acquire coin.”

The Hunters did not doubt she meant it.  They wondered,but did not ask, why she couldn’tfind more usual work somewhere.

“Well… I guess there’s something you could cut your teeth on…”

**

Two days later, she returned, hands and arms stained, withthe baby strapped to her back with a swatch of cloth—was that an Imperialbanner?—carrying her bloodied trophies. It wasn’t neat work, but hecouldn’t deny her efficiency.

“Alright,” He folded his arms, “What name do I put on the tags?”

“Do you need aname?” She hesitated, and he watched her hackles raise.  The baby fussed on her back, and Dave noticedfor the first time that it had blondhair, while hers was mostly dark.

“Gotta identify who they belong to, don’t we?  That’s the point, yeah?”

“… Would ‘A’ suffice?”

“… Are you in some kind of trouble?”

She grinned, flashing white teeth, “Not yet.”

When he hesitated, she shook her head, “I am not includingyou in anything illegal, Mr. Auburnbrie. Any consequences for my actions, past or future, will be reaped only bymyself.  I need coin, not protection.”

“But you don’t want to tell me your name…”

“Someday.  But not thisday.”

“This is sounding very suspicious…”

“I understand.” But she did not explain.  Dave shrugged and relented, wondering ifmaybe this woman had escaped an abusive husband (something had happened to herfor her hair to look like that, and for her to be so feral and untrusting, andhave no money to feed her baby) or something equally distasteful.  It wasn’t for him to judge.

He had the tags made under the name ‘A’.

**

“Dave.”

Looking up from his letter, the Hunter watched the CrownsguardMarshal approach.  He’d met Cor yearsbefore, and easily recognized that gleam of fury in the blue eyes.  Age and responsibility had changed him,though, and his strong feelings no longer overflowed into every facet of his being.  His voice, face, and posture remained steadyand unruffled.  He was filthy though, andDave wondered what he might be doingout here.  Didn’t he work almostexclusively in the Crown City these days? “Look at what the coeurls coughed up…”

Grunting, scuffing the red soles of his boots on the wood of the porch as he came to a stop in front of the Hunter, the man in black said, “I’mlooking for a young woman.  Thin build, shortdark hair, light around her face.  Goldeyes.  Named Ariel.  She may have been carrying a baby.  Boy. Blond.”

Sighing, Dave rubbed the back of his neck, “… What kind oftrouble is she in?”

“So you’ve seen her.” It was a bald statement, but the Hunter thought Cor was relieved.  Not just because he had confirmation that he was on his quarry’s trail, but that he had confirmation that she was still alive.  Maybe even safe.  Like he was worried about her.

“Gave her some tags two days ago.”

“She pick up a contract?”

“Not that she told me. You know who to ask about jobs, Cor.” Folding his letter, Dave gave theMarshal a look, “So.  What kind oftrouble?”

“… She’s currently a Ward of the Crown.  I need to know where she is.” Cor sighed, “…And that child…”

Dave watched Cor’s face, and the tension in his hands, thensaid, “Is he hers?  Yours?”

With a wry laugh, the Marshal replied, “I doubt anybody willconvince her at this point that he’s not hers.”

“She doesn’t seem to take ‘no’ for an answer.”

“No.  She doesn’t.”

“Good hunting, Cor.”