1 If we met at midnight in the hanging tree...(Invite only/No kill) Wed Oct 21, 2015 6:45 am
Sero
S-rank
The thunder cracked as the sky came to life above Kumo. Clouds had rolled in and blanketed out the moon and stars. Darkness hugged the land as the only light came from the occasional crash of power in the clouds. The trees swayed in the howling winds just as the first few droplets hit the ground. Cold and wet as would be expected. However the warning was short lived. Within moments of the first signs of rain the skys seemed to crack open with a mighty peal of thunder and the torrent came down. Water began to soak the woods as it poured down, a flash of light from the sky above peeled away the darkness in time to show a pale boy with grey hair and eyes just as grey. Though the only light in those eyes seemed to be from the reflection of the storm. No life seemed to follow the brief flash. Just a twitch to look up and a twitch back to his path. Even in such dark conditions he could see well enough. Every few seconds the thunder crashed and he could memorize the next ten meters in front of him. For him it was slow progress had anyone been watching, one moment a flash of light would reveal a pale boy and then he would be plunged into darkness and in a matter of seconds the light would come back for a second to reveal him 10 meters from where he had been. If rumors hadn't already been around about the mine being haunted they were now.
He progressed through the torrent into a clearing as his clothes dripped along his path. Sandals dug into the muddy path as he slowly moved along the clearing towards the cave. Grey robes covered him with wide sleeves and grey socks leading to grey sandals. He barely seemed to separate from the rain as a being. Still his movements suddenly stopped a few meters from the cave as he rolled his neck to look to his left with a flat expression. He seemed to be waiting for something. He had smelled them. The human stench of fear and greed. He could tell there was two of them. Even in the storm they had approached downwind of him. Really he wished if they would send bounty hunters after him this far away they would at least be decent. Or perhaps they just hadn't any real idea what they were facing. The second thought was more likely. More fools...sheep to the slaughter.
Grey eyes watched as two figures moved into sight from behind a rather large boulder. Each moving from either side of it. The one on the left had throwing knives tucked into his vest in rows and was twirling one in his right hand. A dark haired individual with a crew cut and mutton chops. Black jeans and boots. He could already feel his own right hand twitching...his mind, no, his instincts telling him to kill that one first. Kill him painfully. Still he ignored the animal within for now as Grey eyes twitched to look over the other one. This one wielded sickles and chains. Two of them. Each attached to his belt and he was a bit larger. His grin showed a scar on his top lip and a bald head. He was wearing a Dark long sleeve and camo pants with combat boots. He was bigger and likely slower. The range on those weapons looked to be about two meters. Still they were out of range of his aura. He could tell by their confidence. He would give it a moment. Let them step into it and understand their folly before they met their end. Perhaps he would even let them run....no....that wouldn't do....he had been kept from the killings during the last mission by that woman....she had hogged them all for herself....he wanted this.
He watched as they stepped closer....twenty meters...eighteen....sixteen...fifteen. Ah there it was. He watched as their advance halted instantly. They felt him now...they felt that thing within. He watched them look to each other with doubt in their eyes before hands tightened on weapons. They didn't understand the warning...the feeling they had from him was peer brutality. The feeling one gets when there is something hunting...something just around the corner...watching and waiting to tear at the throat. It was almost numbing to the skin as they stood there unsure. The sweat beaded on their foreheads mixing with the rain. However it was too late to doubt their mission. They had drawn weapons against Sero. Bared their teeth to him and shown nothing to signify any authority to do so. However he saw them for what they were. A brand on each of their necks marking them as human hunters. He had met their kind before and they hardly deserved that name. There was still a lesson to teach them though, what it was truly like to be hunted.
The thunder cracked directly overhead and lit the land revealing everything in light. However when it faded their eyes widened in surprise. Sero was gone. He had been standing right in front of them before but now he was.... wait...they felt him closer now. Both of them looked up to see Sero sitting on top of the boulder. Legs dangling over the side as grey, murderous eyes stared down at them. In his right hand he held a knife. The same knife the man had been wielding before. Suddenly the man with the knives looked down to realize his knife in his hand was missing. And he felt...pain? He reached down to touch his gut before bringing a red hand back up to his face. When had he been stabbed? How fast was this guy? He dropped to one knee and grabbed another knife from his vest before throwing it straight at Sero while his ally jumped up to do a simultaneous attack.
Sero merely smirked as he stepped back from the blade throw and watched as the big man threw a sickle at him and a length of chain. Sero reached out with his left hand and gripped the top of the sickle to avoid the blade and held it. The big man grinned before gripping the chain and yanking. However Sero didn't budge. Instead much to the mans surprise he was pulled to Sero. He screamed as he flew uncontrolled at the young man but that was all he could do as Sero stepped. His single step carried him passed or rather through the man before he settled on the ground behind him. The big man landed in front of his partner before dropping to his knees. His own sickle shoved into his throat. He held out his own blood soaked hand to his friend before falling down. Blood mixing with mud. His life leaking from him as his friend reached out with tears in his eyes and screamed. A mind shattered scream of pain and loss and fear. It was too late though. Sero stood before him. Filling his eyes as his tears did him no good. A wolf at his door.
Moments later Sero moved into one of the mine entrances. The two bodies outside dangling by the necks by chains nailed to the stone via sickles. In the bodies was carved "Stay" and "Out". Both of them with dead gazes staring out in horror at their last moments. Blood and rain dripping down into the mud below them...drip drop...drip drop. Sero himself moved into the darkness for a time. The death behind him satisfying his hunger for homicide for now. He was grateful to them...they eased his hand. He hummed as he moved in a better mood. " Are you, are you Coming to the tree? They strung up a man They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree." He liked the song... it was his favorite. Still he made it through several tunnels before settling at a dead end. He calmly lit a fire with some spare wood and oil. He could dry off here. Avoid further illness.
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He progressed through the torrent into a clearing as his clothes dripped along his path. Sandals dug into the muddy path as he slowly moved along the clearing towards the cave. Grey robes covered him with wide sleeves and grey socks leading to grey sandals. He barely seemed to separate from the rain as a being. Still his movements suddenly stopped a few meters from the cave as he rolled his neck to look to his left with a flat expression. He seemed to be waiting for something. He had smelled them. The human stench of fear and greed. He could tell there was two of them. Even in the storm they had approached downwind of him. Really he wished if they would send bounty hunters after him this far away they would at least be decent. Or perhaps they just hadn't any real idea what they were facing. The second thought was more likely. More fools...sheep to the slaughter.
Grey eyes watched as two figures moved into sight from behind a rather large boulder. Each moving from either side of it. The one on the left had throwing knives tucked into his vest in rows and was twirling one in his right hand. A dark haired individual with a crew cut and mutton chops. Black jeans and boots. He could already feel his own right hand twitching...his mind, no, his instincts telling him to kill that one first. Kill him painfully. Still he ignored the animal within for now as Grey eyes twitched to look over the other one. This one wielded sickles and chains. Two of them. Each attached to his belt and he was a bit larger. His grin showed a scar on his top lip and a bald head. He was wearing a Dark long sleeve and camo pants with combat boots. He was bigger and likely slower. The range on those weapons looked to be about two meters. Still they were out of range of his aura. He could tell by their confidence. He would give it a moment. Let them step into it and understand their folly before they met their end. Perhaps he would even let them run....no....that wouldn't do....he had been kept from the killings during the last mission by that woman....she had hogged them all for herself....he wanted this.
He watched as they stepped closer....twenty meters...eighteen....sixteen...fifteen. Ah there it was. He watched as their advance halted instantly. They felt him now...they felt that thing within. He watched them look to each other with doubt in their eyes before hands tightened on weapons. They didn't understand the warning...the feeling they had from him was peer brutality. The feeling one gets when there is something hunting...something just around the corner...watching and waiting to tear at the throat. It was almost numbing to the skin as they stood there unsure. The sweat beaded on their foreheads mixing with the rain. However it was too late to doubt their mission. They had drawn weapons against Sero. Bared their teeth to him and shown nothing to signify any authority to do so. However he saw them for what they were. A brand on each of their necks marking them as human hunters. He had met their kind before and they hardly deserved that name. There was still a lesson to teach them though, what it was truly like to be hunted.
The thunder cracked directly overhead and lit the land revealing everything in light. However when it faded their eyes widened in surprise. Sero was gone. He had been standing right in front of them before but now he was.... wait...they felt him closer now. Both of them looked up to see Sero sitting on top of the boulder. Legs dangling over the side as grey, murderous eyes stared down at them. In his right hand he held a knife. The same knife the man had been wielding before. Suddenly the man with the knives looked down to realize his knife in his hand was missing. And he felt...pain? He reached down to touch his gut before bringing a red hand back up to his face. When had he been stabbed? How fast was this guy? He dropped to one knee and grabbed another knife from his vest before throwing it straight at Sero while his ally jumped up to do a simultaneous attack.
Sero merely smirked as he stepped back from the blade throw and watched as the big man threw a sickle at him and a length of chain. Sero reached out with his left hand and gripped the top of the sickle to avoid the blade and held it. The big man grinned before gripping the chain and yanking. However Sero didn't budge. Instead much to the mans surprise he was pulled to Sero. He screamed as he flew uncontrolled at the young man but that was all he could do as Sero stepped. His single step carried him passed or rather through the man before he settled on the ground behind him. The big man landed in front of his partner before dropping to his knees. His own sickle shoved into his throat. He held out his own blood soaked hand to his friend before falling down. Blood mixing with mud. His life leaking from him as his friend reached out with tears in his eyes and screamed. A mind shattered scream of pain and loss and fear. It was too late though. Sero stood before him. Filling his eyes as his tears did him no good. A wolf at his door.
Moments later Sero moved into one of the mine entrances. The two bodies outside dangling by the necks by chains nailed to the stone via sickles. In the bodies was carved "Stay" and "Out". Both of them with dead gazes staring out in horror at their last moments. Blood and rain dripping down into the mud below them...drip drop...drip drop. Sero himself moved into the darkness for a time. The death behind him satisfying his hunger for homicide for now. He was grateful to them...they eased his hand. He hummed as he moved in a better mood. " Are you, are you Coming to the tree? They strung up a man They say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree." He liked the song... it was his favorite. Still he made it through several tunnels before settling at a dead end. He calmly lit a fire with some spare wood and oil. He could dry off here. Avoid further illness.
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