The Hunted
 

Awesome! I shall have my character up soon!

Name: Rhianwen (Rhia) ((last name TBA))
Age:23
Height: 5'1"
Race/class:
Picture:
When not tracking down anyone/ out doing odd jobs on request...or when lounging at her estate: http://i931.photobucket.com/albums/a...looks/aure.jpg

Fighting: http://i931.photobucket.com/albums/a...ks/editar1.jpg
Extra:Has a scar going across her back, one scar going diagonally down her face: starting at left temple, going down to end on her right cheek. few scars here and there.

It was a cool night, with only a sliver of a moon in the sky.
The cloaked female sighed, gazing out into the darkness as she silently watched for her prey.

Another long night, another few hours of observing before she could strike.

He had to come. This was where his next stop had to be.

((No worries, posts will get longer and vary in length as we progress))

He ran as fast as his feet could carry him. The breeze stun his face but he could barely feel it. Blood trailed behind him, dripping down his face to his arms, to his blood soaked hands. His clawed feet left deep crimson prints each time they hit the ground.

His last victim's taste was still fresh in his mouth. He grinned as he ran, leaping up into the air and taking to flight before shortly hitting the ground in a full sprint once again.

His hunger began to surge once again. He needed to feed. He stopped from a moment, looking around and sniffing the air. A chill ran down his spine as he smelt fresh prey. She was close, too close to be true. His eyes shone white against his ebony coloured skin. His fangs gleamed in the moonlight. He ran once again, and did not stop until he reached the clearing.

Perched in her tree, the masked maiden nodded. There he was. The strong, bitter smell of blood reached her nose and she resisted an urge to growl. Silently, the mysterious figure lept down in front of her hunger-focused target and landed with a soft thud on the grass.

"Halt. Tonight, you face me." hissed a soft voice. She lowered her usual alto voice a bit more, attempting to sound male.

Holding her sword to his neck, the teal eyed woman stood at the ready, an undecipherable expression on her masked face.

The demon's senses were heightened, but he did not expect the sword to be pressed against his throat. And then there was the voice. There was no faulter, and it seemed to low to be that of a man, but the smell of the flesh creature in front of him reeked of female. The demon male grinned, his body calming down for a moment and turning back to its normal tanned colour.

He peared into the eyes that laid hidden beneath the mask. "You wish to fight me?" His voice was hoarse and cold. He laughed for a moment, the stopped, looking back at the mask with a twister grin. "I will give you 5 seconds to run and hide," he backed away from the sword, keeping his gaze locked on the mask, "and then we shall play."

He turned around, the small wings on his head fanning out. They picked up every sound around. He slowly began to count to five. He was hoping for a challenge with this prey.

"The one who should run..is you." spoke the female, blue green hues hidden under her mask and cloak. Holding her sword at the ready, she glared at the target before her. She had no idea who this man was, or what type of creature he was. All she knew was that he had been responsible for many deaths, and people had offerred good money to see him dead.

Standing with her legs slightly apart to balance her weight, the woman kept her eyes trained on the male before her, her mind focused. She took in every sound, every sight, waiting for him to make the first strike. See what kind of fighter he is, before she dropped in for the kill.