Anthony looked up at Nayra and smiled, putting the tracker in his pocket. "Thank you Nayra. Can you please tell Eline I'll be back soon?" He requested. Hopefully he would be back soon, but he honestly wasn't sure. Anthony gave a deep breath then put on his camo hat, and walked into the forest.

Everything was eerily quiet in there. No birds or really much other wildlife. It was a cold reminder to what was out here. Why are you doing this? You're going to look like a complete hypocrite, Anthony thought. But he knew he needed this, someway to cool down and not get into another violent fight with someone. The hunter sighed and continued through the forest. He eventually came upon a small stream and began to follow it downriver.

Nayra nodded and hugged him one last time before she let him go, she then moved back to town while sorting out her gunblade making sure it was fully loaded and ready for anything that may happen during Antony time away.
Mike sat in his cell slowly recovering from the injuries he got while he wanted to know where his fiancé was.

Goliath hadn't meant to fall asleep, just to enter a sort of half resting zone. However, he noticed stuff had happened, people left without his knowing. He was pissed, and started knocking over trees a making a general fuss before sitting down to think. These 'hunters' were a slyppery folk, that was for sure. He took the time to try and locate the hunters smells, and soon locked onto one that exited the main area. He got up, and followed it, hoping that it wouldn't lead towards evidence of theft.

Venator found himself rocking gently in a cushioned oak chair on the porch of a small home centered in the middle of an endless field. Out across the lush expanse of bright green grass there sat a single tree. Underneath the lowest limb of the tree sat a small wooden swing supported by two strands of rope tied securely around the branch. On the swing sat a young boy with bright orange hair much like Venators. The child’s face had many resemblances to his own and it was quickly apparent to him that the boy was his child. Behind the boy was a slightly older girl with strawberry blonde hair who pushed the swing for him since his feet could not yet touch the ground. The pair’s resemblance made it clear that she must be the first child’s older sister and in turn Venator’s daughter.

There were small clues that initially tipped Venator off that he was dreaming, but the sight of children belonging to him was more than enough proof. After being alive for so long lucidity had become commonplace in his dreams and he rarely had a dream without realizing it anymore. Most times he would change the subject of his dream to something he found more appealing, but this was a rare occasion. This dream was just fine the way it was and so he leaned back into the comfort of his rocking chair and soaked in the relaxing environment of his imagination. A few moments passed in his blissful mental world before an unfamiliar voice caught his attention. It was from inside the house and was unmistakably coming from a woman. “Ven, oh Ven?” she said, getting closer to the home's entrance as she spoke.

Venator turned and looked back towards the door, intrigued to find out what his mind had established as his wife. However, just before she poked her head into view, reality came crashing through with a splash of cold water.

“Wake up rat!” shouted the grungy looking man standing in front of Venator, now-empty bucket in hand.

“I was actually quite enjoying that dream you slimy little filth” Venator said, more sorrow in his voice than aggression.

“Call me whatever you want bloodbag but once my masters done with you I’ll be the one laughing.” The man replied, setting the bucket down in the corner of the cell.

Venator took the brief moment to analyze his current situation. He knew he was chained up pretty well and that was already enough of a problem, but to make matters worse the strangers choice of words made a few other major details immediately apparent. His captors or captor was most certainly one of the monsters he had been preparing to exterminate for the last two hundred years. By referring to it as his “master” he had made it clear to Venator that he was merely a thrall to the beast. A pawn of little worth.

Venator made up his mind quickly. He decided that despite his constant training for most of his lifetime, a little more practice could never hurt. This, combined with how the man had ruined such a peaceful dream, resulted in Venator concluding that he would kill the pathetic whelp.

Without saying another word Venator turned his head to the side and bit down hard on his own shoulder until he drew blood. It was then that his body began to produce blood at alarming rate as Venator drew a large amount from the cut onto the floor where it slowly began to pool. Then with nothing more than a glance up at his target Venator pulled the crimson puddle up into a thick spike that tore into the ugly little man's chest with ease. Venator retreated the thorn back into the miniscule maroon pond beneath his feet and the body in front of him toppled off to the side. He then slowly washed the body off into the far corner of the cell, so he would no longer be forced into its unattractive presence, and emptied the contaminated blood down the prison cell's drain.

Satisfied with a job well done and a nuisance removed, Venator did his best to relax for the time being. He glanced out of his cell across to the next pair of iron bars. Much to his surprise there was another captive chained opposite of him who had just witnessed the whole ordeal. The man sat agape, his stare fixed frighteningly on Venator. Not really knowing how to address the individual Venator simply smiled, shrugged, and nonchalantly diverted his attention back to the floor in an attempt to avoid further awkward eye contact.

(I will post for Ivan and Daniel tomorrow. Hopefully we can get the hunting party underway soon..)
Vlad, satisfied with his little performance, walked out of the torture room, a big smile on his face. Finally, order would be achieved once more. But, now that that Bloodwolf had disrupted the peace, he needed to be punished to the fullest extent, and Vlad knew just what to do.

Now, with everyone there at the castle, it was nice, but being alone all these years did make Vlad sort of lonely. Delilah was a nice addition to his little family of him and Lillith, but he wanted a companion. It just so happened that he could have one. Delilah's mother was in one of the cells, and Delilah kept asking about her mother, so this was perfect. With a little spring in his step, he made his way through the dark, damp corridors of the dungeon until he stopped in front of Danni's cell. With a small head nod to a couple of the guards stationed at the cell door, the door was opened, and Vlad walked in.

The shape-shifting vampire entered the small cell with a smile on his face. The guards pointed their guns at the other supernatural, just in case she tried something. Vlad turned his head to one of the guards, who immediately left, then returned a few seconds later, with a small stool. Vlad took a seat on the stool and looked at the female. "Danni, was it? How would you like to see your daughter again? I have a proposition for you that you really cant refuse, literally." As he spoke, his power started it's magic, his commanding voice working it's way into the female's head. "Now, you will become my 'wife,' in a sense. Delilah wants to see her mother, so that will work for both of you. However, you will not tell her that her real father is in the dungeons, and you will tell her that I am her father, just like I have told her. Do I make myself clear, Danni?"

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Aaron sighed in relief when Ani caught him, he was grateful for her, he knew Mason would have done it but there was more to prove with her. "Thanks....." He said, smiling all the while at her before showing her the silver weapons that matched Mason's. "I got stuck by these..." He said, blushing in a slightly nervous manner, it was embarrassing to reveal how curiosity got him into that fatal situation.Mason put a hand on his chin as if to ponder on something, this was clearly interesting, she caught him as promised but what if he hadn't been around, would she do the same? Mason was still happy nonetheless about her actions, maybe through prolonged effort she would become a better person and if that happened that would mean one more ally with him. Mason overheard what Anthony had been saying, he wondered what he meant by what he said, he was sure that he could handle it though.

Ani glanced back at Aaron, looking at the weapons he showed her. "I suppose you should be careful next time. I might not be there to catch you. You also may meed to learn how to use them.." She told him with a slight smile. She turned back around and began walking back to where Mason was. Her head was down and was staring at her feet.
She couldn't quite understand why she was here.. yes he was trying to kill her, was it an act of self defense? Or did she truly mean it..? She had to ask herself that many times and she still couldnt answer her question. She also thought it could be her so called 'insanity'.
Was she insane? She didn't know. Well. Not what she saw in herself.

Aniela stopped walking when she neared Mason, she knew what she was going to do. She would be on no ones side. She would be just.. there. In the middle. Not technically good nor evil. That worked for her. She was sure.
Her stomach rumbled quietly and she instantly looked up. She began to back away from Mason and into the woods. She wouldn't want to hurt any of these people right now. She would go looking for an animal. Perhaps a deer, something bigger maybe.
"M-Mason. I will be back.. I dont want to hurt anyone, okay?" With that she turned around and began into the forest.

Perrin got up from the floor slowly, checking his surroundings. He was in a small room of some sort, but his vision was still blurry and he couldn't see well. Was there someone else in the room with him? Perrin would've loved to ask aloud but his ability to speak had been taken away from him months ago after his torturers cut out his tongue. Perrin felt his pockets for his pad and pencil. They were still there fortunately. The hunter put his hand in his pocket ready to pull them out when he finally noticed the other person in the room. Now he knew what Vlad was taking about. Why was it not me lying there? Perrin wondered. Please, why can't we switch?

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Rand sniffed as he woke up, wondering where he was. The hunter tried getting up but noticed he was strapped down and couldn't even turn his head to look at the other half of the room. Rand twisted his arm slightly to try to get out of the restraint, but it was of no use. "Oh come on, again?" He muttered, used to this. Rand gritted his teeth, ready to embrace the next edition of pain. Please make it quick.

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Anthony walked down by the stream, heading against the flow. He had been hiking for a while now but fortunately hadn't encountered anyone or anything to make the trip turn worse. He couldn't really hear anything else other than the stream, but he wasn't sure if it was a good thing. Silence was dangerous, because you never knew when something was waiting for you to fall into a trap. Anthony shook his head and continued down the stream, taking his mind off of that but keeping his caution. After a while Anthony grabbed a pebble and tossed it into the stream, watching it skip twice before falling into the water.

(wow, Mike's getting screw over)
Nayra felt her ears begin to twitch which annoyed her though she had grown use to the enhanced hearing now as she looked around thinking she could hear and smell something out of place. The town was far too quiet and she swore there had to be a puppet master hiding somewhere. She thought to herself about her friends.

Mike sat in his cell annoyed, his wounds had pretty much healed up by now. His wings were still playing up a little bit but that was to be expected. He looked at the door that stop him getting out, he could break it down even with the defensive that are around it but who could he trust to help him.

Ryan was in a more empty area of the town, hoping to teach himself how to fight the supernatural. He didn't know much about them in general, but he knew what he heard, stuff like silver being deadly to a lot of them, or garlic being bad for vampires, even the stake thing. He wasn't sure the stories and myths were at all true, but he was sure that he had to try everything... As soon as he could find some weapons to use. So far, the best he could do was make-shift weapons, such as fallen branches, or just resorting to his own fists. Nothing of what I've got will probably be good enough... I just need one hunter, one to teach me, to show me how to get a make-shift weapon that will work...

Ryan sighed, realizing his efforts weren't going to work for now. He walked towards the others, not knowing many of them that well, but knowing that they were his only chance to live long enough to hopefully learn how to fight the supernatural. "Any news, guys?" He walked towards what he thought was the group of others in the town, but he couldn't be sure. For all he knew, it could simply be one or two that he thought was the entire group.

Mason watched Ani as she began to run off, hopefully she didn't do anything stupid. He was slightly worried that her hunger would get the best of her, hopefully she found an animal of some kind. "Hmm..." Mason looked to a new face he hadn't seen before, he walked over to the kid, managing a smile. "None so far, sorry...we'll have to send a team out if we're going to figure anything out." Mason said, his tone serious, he was slightly worried about the group that went with Vlad, what if they weren't safe? "Name's Mason, yours?" Mason asked while introducing himself, holding out a friendly hand.

Eline tenced a bit at the new arrival. Even tho she was in human form she was sure some Hunters could sence her inner beast. She watched Ani go off to hunt she assumed and looked at Mason and Ryan. "Eline.." She introduced to Ryan softly not offering him her hand. She was slightly leery of humans when Anthony was not around but over the years she had grown accustomed to thier company.

Vivian reached the town with no pursuers much to her surprise. It was still abandoned which was not surprising. News reports of missing people turned up and it was depressing to see people worried about those they loved. After hearing the rumors she became diligent and wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery. She went over to the carved post and studied the carved word carefully.

Aniela happened to pass the area where the carving was. She noticed a girl standing near the carving, she seemed to be studying it. Ani pursed her lips and began to walk towards the girl. "Hey, who are you?" She asked. "By any chance could you help me hunt? M'not used to hunting animals." She asked, flipping her hair to the side. She could sense that this girl wasn't human but she didnt know what she was. The main thing Aniela wanted to know i was if she was good or not.

Vivian looked away from the carving when she heard Aniela. "Oh I am sorry I did not notice you there." She said in a friendly tone. "My name is Vivian. So you need help hunting? Lucky for me that is my area of expertise." She said without giving away the fact she was a lycan however Vivian got a sence from Aniela that she was not human but did not pry her to reveal herself. "I just came back from the forest and found some animals to hunt. Follow me." She then began to make her way back towards the forest.

Danni's sobs lessened, and before it got ahold of her she bore her fangs, her eyes glowing yellow as she let out one of the most horrendous, vicious growls, and lept at the man.

Ryan shook Mason's hand, making a mental note of their names. "My name's Ryan." He nodded to Eline as she hadn't offered to shake hands. "Where's everyone else then? I thought they were off looking for information, but I guess they're doing something else." He frowned, looking around a little bit as if the buildings surrounding them would magically reveal the others from the group. Maybe I should get to know the others a bit better... Maybe one of them actually knows how to fight the supernatural... He shook his head slightly at the thought, deciding to wait a little bit before talking anything like fighting.

"Nice to meet you Ryan..." Mason said to the boy with a smile, he was sure he wasn't a hunter, maybe with some training he could be one. "The others are either at the base or out in the forest somewhere...come on, I'll take you to the base." Mason said to him leading him to the hunter's base, Aaron was practicing with his new weapons, firing them toward mannequin heads and pulling back the heads. He kept practice, tearing off limbs with ease while using the weapons.

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Cassius was walking the forest in human form, no one would be the wiser to him after all. Everyone who knew him, knew him as a hunter and that's how they'd seem him, he kept having doubts though. What if the others were? Could he really attack them all without any sense of morality? He leaned against a tree, trying to think about what he could do, his long, sharp claws scratching against the tree.

Mina was growling lowly as she was chained to the ground. She had been stashed outside of the actual facility, because of her outbursts of bloodrage. She was still not fed properly and was chained down on a slab of earth near the facility. The chains holding her down were probably enchanted, because she couldn't break them no matter how hard she tried. Of course, her mental status had broken down so much by now that she was more like a wild beast than a human, she couldn't even think about escaping. She ran her tails along the bars that made up the cage that was around her slab of earth as she lay on the ground.

Zhalia was sitting inside the base on a chair, eating some meat as breakfast. She had some scars on her body from their escape from the facility a year ago, but had recovered completely. She smiled when Mason returned to the base and waved a bit at Aaron as she spotted him outside.

(will write Zayne and Hebi when I make them)

Cassius' ears twitched at the moment that he picked up sound, what was that, who wad that? He got up and started walking away from the tree, the sound resonating in his ears, he began to trail it. He was slightly against using his powers in his normal form, it put a light strain on his body. He saw Vlad's complex, he stopped in his tracks, should he really have been going back here empty handed? He heard the sound, it wasn't in the actual complex, he decided to go around it, completely avoiding Hammond. He saw a cage and chains, then a figure inside of it, a feminine one, his old morality came screaming out, telling him he needed to save her. His predatory mindset telling her that she'd make easy prey,he couldn't even fathom the idea of either side. He viewed the female again, she seemed malnourished, broken mentally, who did this to her. He neared the cage, staying a good three feet from the bars. "Who did this to you?" He asked her, he was dreading the answer, it could have been his handler, Vlad.

In her weakened, primal state of mind Mina was instantly focused on the sound of footsteps nearing her. Her fox ears twitched and her bloodshot, golden eyes were immediately focused on the male that approached her cage. She didn't recognize him, nor did she know what he was. Human, supernatural, she would feed on anything right now. If she could get just a bit of blood in her system she would probably regain some kind of sense, but right now she would devour anything that moved.
The moment Cassius neared the cage she had torn out of her human skin and into that of her fox form, locking her jaw around one of the bars of the cage in an attempt to get to her prey. Her neck was chained down as well as all her limbs and all her tails, so she couldn't get really far. Her jaws just about locked around the iron bar, but she couldn't get any further than that.

Cassius held back a defensive growl when the female lunged toward him, he sighed when he saw how the bars of the prison stopped her. Who had done this to her, caused her to become so feral? He looked to the female, he wasn't sure what she was but he could make the guess that she drank blood. His healing factor could supply her with fresh blood every moment she withdrew it from his body. He slowly stuck his arm through the bar, he was now waiting for her to attack his arm.