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| Shinigami | Apr 16 2009, 12:59 PM Post #1 |
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The drop of game over the past six months had been slow, but definite. A distinct lack of footprints, droppings and teeth-marks were clear to any pupil of the forest, especially one who had lived in there for near a hundred years. Silent, sun-dappled glades shone silently, and seemed almost empty without stag and deer grazing quietly in the morning sun. The occasional mewl of a starving cub could be heard while it waited for a mother that would never return. A battered, overgrown ranger track coiled fitfully through the forest, often losing itself for among groves of ash before emerging once again. A fresh pair of parallel tire-tracks cut a swathe through semi-congealed mud and densely-grown weeds. The track was finally swallowed by the forest by the fallen trunk of a massive oak. A ute idled nearby while its occupants where nowhere to be seen. A radio crackled impotently on the dashboard and several bloodied traps still clinging viciously to the carcasses of several dead animals. "I don't think so!" laughed a particularly burly man, pushing through bracken and vines. Another crash and crackle behind him announced the arrival of his companion, as they both emerged from the forest and onto the road. The smaller of the two wiped a rivulet of sweat from his face. He had two large rabbits, still with the snare wires wrapped around their throats, dangling over one shoulder. The burly man had a large wolf carried over his shoulders. His white shirt was stained with sweat and blood, and a coating of dirt suggested it had been worn non-stop for several days. The wolves and rabbits limp bodies were thrown unceremoniously into the back of the ute, and sprawled pathetically over the previous catches. "Maybe we should head off? Reckon they'll be waiting?" "No, I said we'd check the traps 'round close to the town... I think a few have been found and taken by villagers. It aint worth our time puttin em near people like that, all we catch are rats and strays." The men chuckled before jumping into the old grumbling ute and driving back the way they had come. [/b] Edited by Shinigami, Apr 16 2009, 01:00 PM.
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| aznboyandy | Apr 16 2009, 09:55 PM Post #2 |
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The forest was still as an almost translucent teenager (or at least what seemed to be a teenager) took a calm walk through the forest. There was something odd about the forest Ailus noted. "These lands seem to be very still today... I can't even hear any birds chirping... or even the trees rustling." Ailus's gait became slowed. An ominous cloud seemed to hover above the thick brush that is east of Shibusen. Only the sound of Ailus's footsteps and branches cackling beneath his feet could be heard. Nervousness began to strike Ailus. He looked around as if something or someone were about to attack him. It was just his imagination apparently. Or was it? Ailus continued to walk in the direction his home lie. "Man... This is the last time I take a walk thorugh a random forest. Maybe I should've stayed home today." A gleaming piece of metal seemed to appear in front of Ailus as he walked. "Whoa. Where did this come from...?" Ailus approached the shining silver steel object. It appeared to have a hint of red on the teeth marks. Ailus finally got a close look at what appeared to be a trap. "... Oh my. There's... a small fox in the trap. Poor creature..." It was too late to save the fox Ailus thought. The only action he could really do was just to move on. Ailus resumed his stroll. Suddenly, Ailus turned his head. He heard something, but what could it be? An engine roared in the distance. Ailus squinted in the direction the sound was coming from... He could make out what seemed to be some kind of vehicle approaching him at an astounding rate. Ack. I can't outrun this thing. It's already so close! The best thing to do would be to hide. Ailus stood at the foot of a tree and forced himself to stand still. He was shuddering, not from the cool breeze that finally hit the forest, but the thought of what was approaching. The roaring became more audacious. The teenage witch blended in with the tree and managed to control his savage breathing as the vehicle halted to a stop. |
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| Shinigami | Apr 17 2009, 04:48 AM Post #3 |
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How the poachers had managed to avoid the notice of the 'young' male witch who lived in the forest they regularly stole from was a cause of wonder. The men of course, had heard rumours of a demon boy who appeared in the forest, but after a month of hunting and no sign, they had dismissed it as the superstitions of a backwards village. The ute curved off the road and rolled slowly across a mat of weeds before stopping next to the tree line. The country music that had been hidden under the roar of the vehicle wafted out into the forest, and noticed jumped in volume as the doors opened and the men reappeared. Spitting a mysterious wad from his mouth, the smaller of the two poachers waved his hand at his fellow before jabbing a thumb into the forest. "Gotta take a slash, mate." The taller merely nodded, before adjusting his leather hat down to cover his eyes for a short shut-eye while his companion relieved his bladder. Heavy footed and caring none for the environment, as young plants were crushed and upon spying a small lizard, he leapt over top of it and mercilessly crushed it under his heel, stamping on the remains several times. Satisfied with his work, the short fellow strode within several feet of the almost transparent witch before unzipping his pants and unceremoniously let nature take over. Oddly, across the neck of the man were a necklace of old garlic knobs and cloves, with a rough, thick letter on each one. In total it read "DEMON B GONE" apparently, not all of the poachers had dismissed the tales of the villagers. Finishing what he came to do, he tucked body parts back where they belonged and shouted out, before traipsing past Ailus without so much as a glance. After several tense seconds, he returned with the trapped fox over his shoulder with a wide grin on his face. "Just rats and strays m' arse! We got ourselves a fox-scarf to sell!" He chuckled crudely, before falling out of earshot. After several minutes, and presumably the rest of the traps collected, the ute started up and drove off.
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| aznboyandy | Apr 17 2009, 05:53 AM Post #4 |
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Figures could now be seen inside the ute. They were very crude looking Ailus noted as they exited the vehicle. They were apparently here for the trap, and also to take care of some business. Hmm... what does "take a slash" mean? The short poacher approached Ailus, only after crushing a small lizard to its death. What a sad fate for a lizard... Sweat began to develop as the poacher came closer. The blasting of the country music throughout the forest didn't help either. Ailus watched in fear as the man unzipped his pants. Ailus knew what was about to happen and quickly turned away. Gross... Do they not have any respect for this forest? After the stocky man took care of his business, he approached the dead fox. His elation upon finding the fox could be heard as he shouted having a new fox scarf to sell. ...So this is why there have been a shortage of animals lately. It's become so bothersome to get some food. The roar of the engine started up again and the ute drove off in the distance with the doomed fox. Ailus began chasing the vehicle as fast as his little legs could take him. Ailus devised his a plan while the wind rushed through his hair. These animals need my help and so do the villagers I'm assuming. I can't really go all out since I might burn down the forest. This is a tough situation... Where are they headed? Maybe they have a hideout in the forest somewhere! A light bulb flashed in Ailus's mind. Ailus remembered a cave on the outskirts of the forest. He thought they must be there. Where else could they be? That's the only place they could elude detection. Ailus began to grow tired from the running, but he kept sprinting. He couldn't let the poachers get out of his sight. Not only did the villagers depend on these animals, but so did he. The sun was gazed upon the forest as the chase drove on. |
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| Shinigami | Apr 18 2009, 03:04 AM Post #5 |
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Oblivious to the witch following their trail, the utility vehicle continued to trundle down unused paths, often swerving to avoid saplings and fallen branches, and speeding up in an attempt to run down unlucky animals. Out of the blue, there was a loud CLANG, and muffled curses. Sending up clods of plant and dirt, the car quickly braked and the engine killed. Both men appeared and rushed around the ute, inspecting what had caused the noise. A dozen meters behind the ute, a particularly jagged tree stump sat, exuding a faintly amused aura. From the tallest of the spines of shattered wood, a small wedge of metal, and a dribble of oil dripped victoriously down the stump. It did not take long before the men realised their problem and began to curse with renewed vigour. "We're down to one bloody Ute now. How're we meant to transport the bloody load tonight?" Shouted the burlier man. His leather hat had been thrown to the ground, and a muddy foot-print outlined the crushed nature of the headgear. A cruel snarl played across his features while he tried to think of what to do next. Slowly, his snarl evolved into something far worse; a smile. Turning quickly to his partner in crime, he explained his plan in short, sharp bursts. "First, we'll drag this bastard of a thing off the road. Don't want the rangers finding it right? Then... you remember that abandoned house near here?" The smaller, garlic wearing man stepped back, fear clear on his face. "Yeah yeah, the 'demon's' house. How many times do I have to say, there is no bloody demon you drongo. We'll go there and look for a car or phone. Call in the group to pick us and the loot up." Still hesitant, a voilent cuff to the back of the head which sent the dirty black beanie of the smaller man flying off to reveal badly cut stubble underneath, he was made to concede to the plan. Working together, they began to unload the bodies of the animals before amid sweating and macho shouting, began to push the ute off the road and amid the trees of the forest. Edited by Shinigami, Apr 18 2009, 03:08 AM.
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| aznboyandy | Apr 22 2009, 03:49 AM Post #6 |
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The witch's tiny legs worked as hard as they could work. It had been awhile since Ailus has ever exerted himself like this but still the 'teen' trucked on. He kept sprinting until he thought his eyes deceived him for a moment. He thought he seemed to witness the ute hit a trunk causing some minor damage. Maybe it was his eyes playing tricks on him. Maybe it wasn't. A loud mechanical sound was heard and Ailus deduced that his sight organs were correct. This is the break I've been hoping for! If they drove anymore I might not have been able to keep them in sight. Ailus took a short moment to catch his breath as the men inspected the vehicle. I wish I could throw a fireball at them. If I did, the forest might catch on fire... By now the sun was baking the forest. It was a warm day and Ailus had broken out a sweat. The smell of morning dew and blood was in the air. As the poachers pace slowed down considerably, Ailus became more stealthy. The poachers seemed to take a new coarse Ailus noted. They seemed to be heading in the direction of his house. Ugh. These poachers are really getting to be a bother. At least the land around the house is deforested. I won't have to worry about burning down the forest then. The poachers pushed the vehicle steadily through the forest towards Ailus's house. As Ailus slowly sneaked behind the poachers, he began to conjure a plan. |
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| Shinigami | Apr 23 2009, 11:29 PM Post #7 |
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Two parellel lines of crushed bracken, tall tufts of grass and leaves marked the departure of the Ute clearly from the road. A pungent, sickly-sweet aroma wafted about the poachers as they stamped and slid through rotting undergrowth trying to push their Ute as far from the road as possible. All too quickly the trees grouped together and there was no way for the vehicle to progress. The taller, hat wearing man breathed out a sigh, and leant back on the tray while wiping his forehead free of the sweat. Today was going to be a scorcher*, there was no doubt about that. Already the sun beat down upon the forest in thick, hot waves and it's laugh reverberated throughout the forest in again and again. After half a minute's rest, he turned to his comrade. "C'mon Bert, we should be there in 'bout 10 minutes, right?" And with that, strode away without a second glance. Bert, as he was apparently known, glanced once at the pile of dead animals nearby, before bringing his hands together infront of his chest and rubbed them together in a worried fashion. With a less kind shout from the other man, Bert jumped slightly, checked his garlic necklace and hurried to catch up.
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| aznboyandy | Apr 24 2009, 01:01 AM Post #8 |
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The "demon" continued stealthily behind the two poachers until taller man decided it was time for a break. The man pulled his arm across his forehead, getting his right sleeve wet in the process. The sun was beating down hard on Ailus as well. Sweat was dripping down from his chin down to the sun-baked ground below. Ailus didn't mind it though, he was used to the heat. The witch stopped for a breather as well. All that running and walking wore him out. This heat isn't so bad... just it'd be nice if there would be a nice cool breeze. The taller poacher apparently thought his short break was adequate enough and requested to the shorter poacher, Bert, that it was time to start up again. The more dominant poacher, or so Ailus thought, said about 10 minutes until they reached Ailus's house. I'm glad they're wrong. It's about 20 minutes more at the pace they've been going... Ailus thought while breathing heavily. So I have about 15 minutes to come up with a plan if I run back to the house in 5... I should set up some traps... I recall finding some traps in the forest one day and taking them back for hunting later. Looks like, "Finders keepers, losers weepers" is a childhood saying that's still true. With that, Ailus's walk turned into a sprint, making sure to run parallel to the poachers not right behind them. Ailus looked back once to see if they noticed. The shorter garlic wearing poacher seemed to glance in Ailus's direction for a moment then turn away. Ailus saw him quiver a bit but Ailus ignored it. It didn't matter if he was seen now, the taller of the two wouldn't believe Bert anyways. A cool breeze soon picked up and moved the forest. The nearly dried sweat became chilling as the breeze blew but the sun was still as cruel as ever. |
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| Shinigami | Apr 26 2009, 10:57 AM Post #9 |
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Bert followed closely to his partner, and every 30 seconds or so would stumble into his back or tread on his heels. After each of these they would pause, shout and cringe before moving on once again. At one point, amid Bert’s constant glances for warnings of a fiery demon about to bring his wrath upon them, the ghostly figure of a young teenage boy flitted briefly through the undergrowth before disappearing. A demon’s bad enough… but a haunted forest too?! After almost half an hour of taking the wrong track and frequent brakes to check a map or hit Bert, the pair were finally within sight of the tree break that signified proximity to civilisation- in this case the ‘abandoned house’ of Ailus. Following a goat track, the hat wearing poacher stopped suddenly, and raised a warning signal for his less capable comrade to stop too. Several feet ahead of them lay a large steel bear-trap gleaming dully in the noon sunlight. Rust coated several of the teeth, and a drift of leaves and twigs suggested it had been there for some time. A confused, then angered expression passed over the leader’s expression. ”For Christ’s sake! Bear’s sell bloody well, and some drongo forgot to pick this one up! Those it is weird… Don’t we only use these traps more north?” He shook his head, ”That bloody new recruit mucked up something severe putting one here… I’ll show him the business end of my belt after this.” Stepping forward cautiously and looking about for any other bear trap that might’ve been left about, the sudden SNK!wssshhHHHHHH caught him off-guard as the thick fishing-line that had been hidden under a thin sheet of moss caught his leg and sent him high into the branches of the nearby oak. A moment later, his hat, a wicked knife, and his wallet fell into the foliage. There was a stunned silence as each looked at the other. A poacher wasn’t allowed to get caught in a trap. Wasn’t there a rule against that? “B-b-Boss!” cried Bert, clearly worried. He had brought his arms up to his chest again and was waving them about uselessly up and down as he hopped from foot to foot. ”Baaaaaalls!” was the near instant reply from ‘Boss’, before he swung to and fro like a pendulum trying to curl up enough to reach for the rope. Failing, he let his body hang suspended, still rocking slightly. Whether his red face was from anger, or the blood pooling there, was impossible to tell. ”Get me down from here you bloody bastard! Get bloody over here now you bloody useless bloody fool! Gwar!” Bert paused for a moment, the anger from Boss clearly freezing him. But, with a glance at his surroundings, he whimpered before running as fast as he could far away from the house, and his companion. A paranoid mind already, the double-trap, as he saw it, was a clear warning to stay far, far away from the house. Planning to run, jog, then walk to the hideout, Bert knew that someone there would believe him, and together they could likely make life very hard for any demon. And so he ran, stumbling over roots and logs, broken only by increasingly longer and more exhausted breaks. |
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| aznboyandy | Apr 29 2009, 01:38 AM Post #10 |
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The sweating teenager swiftly hid behind a tree after setting up a double-trap. The poachers were coming, Ailus could see them now. Ailus's heart was pounding as if it wanted to jump out of his chest. Fortunately, the poachers were pushing the ute slowly. Twigs were snapping and leaves were crunching until suddenly, the lead poacher seemed to notice the rusted trap. He seemed to mumble something, Ailus couldn't hear it over the beating of his own heart. He approached the trap sluggishly and Ailus let out a smile. A swish was heard and the tall poacher flew upwards into the branches of a tree. Yes! My trap worked. Now all I have to do is figure out how to get the shorter one... As soon as Ailus thought this, the free poacher seemed to sweat, not from the heat, but from fear. He ran as fast as he could back into the forest, not the way he came, but in a new direction. Ailus mapped out the forest in his head to check where he could be going. Hmm. He seems to be heading towards the cave again. I wonder if there really is a hideout? Looks like I'll find out soon. With that, Ailus took off sprinting as well. The sun was high overhead as it neared noon. Careful not to make much noise while chasing the slightly chubbier poacher, Ailus tried to synchronize his footsteps with the poacher. The man did not even notice Ailus at all. Ailus's plan was working, so far. If he was headed where Ailus thought he was headed, then everything would work out even better. Both 'cat and mouse' quickly ran out of breath. Ailus thought about casting a spell, but he didn't want to severely harm the man. Best thing Ailus could do without harming the poacher would be to cast circle of flames, but that took too long to prepare and activate. Ailus pondered as both people's gaits slowed to a steady jog. Breathing and pounding hearts was all Ailus could hear now. He was so tired, but he knew the cave, which, by now Ailus thought was the hideout, was about 10 minutes away. |
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