Like a wrathe, Akon stalks along the edge of the woods. Her long blackblade is drawn without a sound. She closes her eyes and stands entirely still, stonelike. Her senstative batlike ears tweak and twitch, listening to all the sounds and movements around her. For an hour she remains, entirely motionless, eyes closed and still. Oblivious to her presence, a group of deer had by now made their way around her, cautiously stepping along the edge of the forrest, nibbling along the grass that skirted the farm's fields. Then, a shallow whisper comes from Akon's lips, almost like the wind. A deer freezes in stride, unknown to the rest of its group. The slow, whispered chanting keeps leaking from Akon's lips, more deer silently freezing at her command. Then the black hooded figure lifts her blade with a flash of moon light. Elegant archs swing with deadly precision. A rushed rustling of terrified deer dash and flee from all sides around the shade like figure. Then silence is followed as three corpses fall headless to the ground with muted thuds.
Akon slowly and cerimoniously lifts her blood soaked blade to the moon, keeping the blade parrallel to the ground between her fingers. Eyes fluttering closed again, whispers and encants still slipping from her lips, she takes a small bit of black cloth, holding the blade above her head in the growing twlight of the morning. She slides the black cloth from hilt to tip, cleaning the darkened steel of it's blood bathed stains.Once clean, a flick of the wrist lands the blade back in its sheath at her side. Kneeling over her prey in the same motion, she gathers up the three and easily hefts them over her shoulders, walking back towards the center of town.
In the void like silence of woods a faint rustleing sound is heard that seemed to be growing louder and louder. Atasatch in his canine form was ruunning through the woods dodging the trees with so much as a bllink of an eye. He was focused, determined. 10 yards ahead of him as a large hare, and Atasatch was closing fastfa
From the tree line in a burst of leaves and foliage Atasatch and the hare came rocketing into the field. The hare had stumbled and lost its footing, thats when Atasatch made his move in a flash his jaws were upon the hares neck in a sickening snap the hares life ended, as Atasatch tore into the hare he looked up to see a giant shadow standing near him. Atasatch looked to the shadow, his muzzle dripping wiith blood, he simply licked his muzzle and went back to ripping his prey apart.
Akon smiles as she sees Atasatch in his element, beginning to know his beast from by sight. She continues on her way back towards town when her ears ring with the all too familiar sound of the Angori. Walking past where he is obviously been...considering the blood and destruction...she merely gives him a passing glance as she stalks by, easily hefting three full sized deer over her shoulders. Her eyes meet him, and portray no emotion what so ever. No smile nor look of ill will comes to her features. She merely looks on at him as she walks by.
Zanna runs to the forest and hears someone yelling and glances toward the direction it had come from. She sees a looming giant laughing and hears a growl and snapping of bones, she looks slightly past the giant to see a wolf ripping a hare apart. She had heard Atasatch got his wolf form so she assumes it's him. She gets ready to take another step when she hears a grunt and turns to see Fancy carrying three deer. She runs over to her and looks at her with kind relaxed eyes. "I could help you with those if need be Fancy?"
Akon chuckles, her stone like gaze as she passed the Angori fading into a warmer welcoming of the girl. "You do realise these each weigh near as much as you?" She adjusts one of the corpses, looking rather bloody herself now for having had them drain all over her. "I'm quite fine. No plauge to get me down, and the weight of these beasts do not bother me."
Continuing on her walk, she jestures with her chin for Zanna to follow. "You said you wished to speak with me?" She says, looking over with kind red eyes.
Zanna chuckles at the small women hefting three deer without a problem. "I had a idea, I was just wondering if I could help, and I'm so glad that wretched plague is gone, I was getting really worried. Who was it that cured you again?" She asks with a monotone expression but slightly cheerful.
As Fancy nods for her to follow, Zanna takes one look back to the giant who is still looming in the same spot and staring towards us as we walk away. She then hears Fancy's footsteps fading slightly and she runs to catch up to her. "I wanted to talk to you because I heard you mention that I could help you with something? I hope I'm not mistaken." She says while gazing around the forest. "I've also realized I haven't seen any sign of the silver she-wolf lately." She then looks to the ground and side steps a rock in her way.
Akon continues her slow, easy pace. "It was Stiers. I am deeply greatful for his help in many things..."
Close to the healers den she drops the three heavy corpses and hangs them up, beginning the grotesque task of cleaning them. "You did not hear wrong, I believe there is indeed something you can help me with..." Akon scrunches up her face as she finishes the bloody work, and leaves the dear corpses to hang and dry. "I think I am in good need of a wash. Follow me to the lake side, eh?"
"Who is this Stiers? I hear alot about him." She asks curiously.
Zanna watches intently as Fancy cleans the deer off and lays them to dry, she makes small faces of disgust as she does so, but licks her lip all the while thinking of the tender meat. "Of course." She says bowing her head gracefully.
The unnatural silence of the woods would soon be broken by the loud and horrific sound of what seemed to be steel crushing bone. Not too far from where the Uordeq was hunting with magic and stealth, a contrasting take on the age old skill was taking place. Not nearly as pretty or graceful, the giant Nakigahara stood over the corpse of a dead deer, the head of which seemed to have been squashed under the broad side of his blade. Messy business really.
Whatever deer were traveling with this ill-fated buck, had long since dispersed from the clearing as their companion lay in ruins beneath a heavy polearm. Nakigahara staggers away, dragging his weapon and paining the dirt at his feet red with the blood of the fallen animal. Confused eyes peered out from behind his white mask as he appeared more shocked than excited, his normally abnormal grin had been twisted into what appeared to be a look of disgust.
“You aren’t what I thought you were...” He mutters to himself, apparently speaking to the deer which was in no condition to reply. “Disappointing...” It would appear as though the Angori was expecting something or someone else.
“Nevertheless...” His expression changed back to his smile which proudly displayed his elongated canines. “Something has died today, and for that I must celebrate!” He lifted up his weapon overhead triumphantly as he proceeded to pummel the remains of the deer. “Spirit caught between planes of existence, I, Nakigahara, will be your guide to everlasting death. By my hand you are VANQUISHED!” He laughs wickedly and stumbles back, leaning against a tree.