The Huntress and The Hunted
(This is for me and Muora)
It was a rather brisk evening, the sun having just started to set. Yet already it seemed almost eerily quiet, with no animals to be seen playing in the woods around her. The breeze flowed easily through the trees, causing the leaves rustle softly and then fall from their branches as they always did in autumn. The huntresses breath could easily be seen, in such cold weather. Which caused the woman to have to control her breathing in order to keep from getting detected by the beast which she was hunting. She had been tracking this particular lycan for over a week, at the very least.
The town that hired her has recently had many lycan sightings. Although there was not many attacks, if any, the town was filled with small children and weak villages that had not even the first clue on how to hunt lycans. Or as the normal people called them werewolves. Jolene had been taught the art of hunting lycans for years, belonging to a small group of hunters, which although they saw the dangers of such beasts and also the beauty in them as well. After all someone had to keep the beast in line, or else the normal population would start to decline quickly. Their code was simple, unless the beast was near a town, it was not to be hunted by Jolene or anyone of her group. However if it was near a town, it was a danger to the humans.
Looking down at the tracks left from her beast, Jolene let out a soft sigh standing up slowly. Her dark green eyes looking at the woods around her, she as pulled her long sandy blonde hair that reached the small of her back into a ponytail. Even with her hair up it still reached down to the shoulders of the thin, slightly pale skinned huntress. She pulled at the collar of the deep brown leather overcoat she was wearing over the dark blue long sleeved shirt and black pants she was wearing. Ignoring the thoughts that ran through her mind, Jolene started walking farther into the woods quietly.
It was damp and cold where he was, and a slow dripping could be heard echoing through the caverns of stone. He laid in the dark, asleep and alone as he had almost always been. His ragged, black hair was shoulder length. Having never really the need to groom it allowed it to be disgusting in nature both to look at and feel. His skin was dark and leather like, being accustomed to have no clothing to keep himself protected or warm from the environment weathered it quickly, giving him an aged look.
He dreamt of when he was a child, before the curse ever laid a finger on him. He was content to work with his parents, but when he had been laid upon with this wretched disease, his parents disowned him. He wandered from town to town but was eventually either driven out or hunted out until he gave up trying to fit in. He went to live on his own, out in the wild where he couldn't be bothered by anyone, but he had begun anew a fancy for civilization. So, he drew near to a town, studying and watching them from a distance and rarely getting close to see them better. He wished not to harm, but sometimes could not help going after livestock when he was hungry. His nightmare was coming to an end as night drew nearer, meaning it was almost time to go watch the village again.
Jolene continued making her way farther into the woods, careful not to any unusual noises that might alert any of the creatures that she was in their woods. The last thing she needed was a pesky deer to distract her, or wake her prey before she had gotten into a position were she would be safe herself. Because of this she was making sure to well aware of her surroundings and footing, one little snapping of a twig or crushing of leaves, and things could go very wrong for her.
She had made the mistake of making to quickly through the woods during tracking on her first hunt. That was the reason for the long scar down her back, sadly she had no choice but to use her actual gun to safe herself. Which was a huge no-no in the eyes of her group. They didn't want the beast killed but captured, for some reason that she was truly unaware of. Though it was better to catch them than kill them. Wasn't it?
She came to a stop as she neared the entrance of the stone caverns and the end of the tracks that she was following. It has to be asleep in there. She thought looking around for tree which was high enough for her to be safe from the reach of of the lycan. Finding a tree high enough she quickly climbed it and readied her tranquilizer gun, wanting to simply bring it down. Sitting in the tree she waited for the sun to finish setting.