Post by KILLIAN TOBIAS CLAYTON on Sept 28, 2013 12:20:22 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Killian's hunter instincts were like no other. It seemed like he could hear and smell better than most of his allies, yet he knew that he was only human. Oh, if Killian only knew how special he was, this wouldn't be such a wonder to him or others. Nevertheless, he was working alone tonight, following a trail of a careless girl who can't keep her wretched powers to herself. She thought that no one would see, that she was safe, but Killian always knew. It was almost as if he could hear the fire in her veins, and the world needed less things like that. Killian's steps are quiet, oh so quiet, barely there, not a single soul would be able to hear him approaching because he was hyper aware of every twig beneath his feet. The blackness in the ground breathed into him, and he felt invisible, invincible, and a little girl wouldn't be a feat for him at all. The life as a hunter had been a gratuitous one for the male, of course it had been no easy feat to get into a group of hunters, but he couldn't stay either. He didn't want to be alone but alone was all he had, and that was messed up, but the taste of supernatural bloodshed on the tip of his tongue made this all worth it. For the most part, to any human, Killian was sweet, nice even. The moment he got the scent of a supernatural, he was a ruthless killer, and this was why he was here now. The game, the chase, it pulsed through him, left him breathless in a habit he didn't know he didn't need. Now, he was moving through tree's, solid movements that could be called an art. In his head at least. He bared his teeth, the moon was full over head and maybe he'd get to kill more than one supernatural thing tonight. Oh god, he hoped so. He would make this one quick, then a werewolf ... The thought of that made Killian's eyes shine, a deep black colour that he didn't know was there, never knew was there because his time as a demon was non-existent in his mind, and he was here now. The bow was sleek between his fingers, and that brought back the memory of shooting at Kentley in this same forest. She was human of course, and strikingly beautiful, and she still had one of his arrows though maybe she thought he would forget about it. He did at times, but at times like these he remembered and thought that might look messed up, a smile was on his lips as he searched for his kill. The girl clearly thought she was being quiet, but the demon hearing and sense of being allowed Killian to sense where she was, to hear where she was and he followed that, bow at the ready, fingers itching to release his arrow. He moved behind a tree, blue eyes darting in the darkness before he took his aim upon seeing his victim. But she was fast, Killian had to admit, but she was also careless and making a lot of noise and he needed to get closer. Aim for the leg, he told himself, aim for the leg and cripple her. She won't be able to run then. And so, the hunter raised his bow and arrow, closing one eye to focus on the point on her leg that was still moving but he knew he could get. She wouldn't be expecting this, that might have been his main advantage, but the element of surprise was always a bitch and this was no different. He let go of the arrow, waiting for it to hit the girl before he was on his way over to her. He expected her to fight, wanted her to fight, because then the sound of bones snapping would be so much more satisfying. "I think it would be wiser for you if you stopped struggling." He called, voice almost musical because this was fun and games for him, as well as something very serious. |
