[color=pink][center][b][u][h1]Lyn's Hunt[/h1][/u][/b][/center][/color]

Lyn jumped when Alaira touched her, not expecting the touch, as she reacted. In a single, fast motion she whipped about on her left heel to face the source. Her hands jerked out a throwing blade as her fangs erected, giving a soft warning hiss in reply. Shock broke out over her face when she realized who she was hissing at. Then it melted into a sheepish, guilty one when tilted her eyes down in shame. She was nervous, the impulse surging through her system like wildfire, increasing her edginess to please everyone. In truth, she doubted her abilities. Her mother was the best hunter she knew and about to take a large creature down without a snitch. Through she also had a tail that could crush bone into dust but could be gently when it embraced her only daughter.

[color=pink]“S-s-sorry. I was nervous.” [/color]Lyn admitted,  her hands lowered and shifted back into a rest position. There had been fewer, and fewer animals considered the amount of work the others had done, their paths avoiding the concentration of Annabeth and Alaira. While they both had good intentions, they were making her hunting difficult by chasing the prey away with their presence. However, she wasn’t sure how to tell them as she inhaled to relax. 

It was hard enough to hunt when she lacked experience but now to work around Alaira, it seemed more daunting than ever. Would she ever manage to get a kill before nightfall? Her arms wrapped about her, pinning her daggers on her upper arms and removed herself from her ready stance. [color=pink]“T-t-too few animals. I t-th-thought-t-t t-th-there would be more. Is-s-s s-s-somet-t-thing s-s-scaring t-t-th-them away?[/color]” 

Thankfully Annabeth arrived before things could get much more awkward, Lyn painfully aware of her stuttering. She waved at the dark haired woman on the draft horse, Samson looking rather pleased with himself, as she approached them. She already had chased off some wolves making Lyn bite her lips at the thought about how dangerous that was. [color=pink]“You d-didn’t-t-t get-t-t hurt-t, d-d-did you?” [/color]

[center][h2]Group 1: [u][b]NiteMare[/b][/u] [/h2][/center]

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[b]Name:[/b] NiteMare
[b]Class:[/b] Medium- 9 foot 
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[b]Summary Features:[/b]
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[*]Teleport: Nitemares can easily teleport between two points, in a straight line, by destabilizing their shadow like flesh and reforming it up to 5 yards from their original start. During the start and end, they are unable to physically attack or be attacked until their form is once more solidified. Most attacks pass right through them easily in this phrase, including living and solid matter. 
[*]Tail: Unseen in the image is a thin, whip like tail that can almost triple its normal reach when it extends. On the end is a wicked  blade like appendage that can easily slice through flesh and down to the bone with each strike. 
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Nitemares were said to be made the stuff of nightmares, foul beasts of the Nox. They mainly fed on pain and suffering, terrifying and toying with their prey while becoming drunk on their fear until finally they expired when their heart usually gave out. This particular stallion had been attracted  by the wound animals stressed by the hunters as they herded them into the small meadow. With each step of its long legs,  several smaller creatures,  lizards to mice, yet to be herded darted quickly out of its path to escape its attention. Their eyes widened by fear driving them as they quickly started to flee out of the haven Lyn was suppose to be hunting. 

 Mist, thick and heavy, started to permeate from the flanks. It glided over the ground and slithered along  until it covered several inches, increasing gradually until it was waist high. The Nitemare’s image was a dark shadow with ashy black flesh and the front covered by long hair like fur, giving it a wild look. Blood soaked the night colored hooves as it gave a small snort, blowing breath from its chest while it pawed the ground in patience. It eyed its possible prey. Iris less eyes darted from Annabeth on horseback to Alaira and finally fixed upon little Lyn, the most frightened of all. Its mouth curled into a wicked smile and lowered its horned head, a mixture of ram and bull, before bolting at the child. Hooves pounded the ground and echoed off the empty trees it darted through, bursting out of the forest edge that Alaira and Annabeth were suppose to be guarding. Plants were quickly crushed with its strength and desire to chase the youth in order to drink her dry.  

Plots of dirt went flying backwards with each lunge forward as it parkour over fallen logs, pushing through clawing branches and more to eat the distance between them. An inhuman, banshee like scream erupted into the air stating its charge. When it finally cleared out into the meadow, it increased its speed causing Lyn to instinctively freeze. Her mind numb and unable to think, she hadn’t expected this. Sparring Alaira, mother and father was far different compared to having a huge horse charging at her. Especially as she had less experience in combating monsters than any of the current trio near her. Seeming to sense her hesitation, the stallion gave another shriek then started to teleport. 

[center][h2]Group 3: [u][b]Cosh[/b][/u] [/h2][/center]

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[b]Name:[/b] Cosh
[b]Class:[/b] Medium Normal- hunched on all fours 3 foot and 5 inches /upright 6 foot and 5 inches Alpha- hunched on all four 3 foot and 10 inches/upright 7 foot.   
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[b]Summary Features:[/b]
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[*]Now you see me, now you don't: Able to camouflage itself for limited amount of time, a Cosh relies on cunning and sneaky tactics to catch and kill prey. This is limited to sight only and doesn't extend to smell or sound. 
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Cosh were predatory creatures who rely on stealth and clever tricks, their bodies unable to take great amount of damage. They hunt in packs that range between 3-6 predators total as well as cover miles on miles that can be considered their territory. Due to a special gland under their skin, they reflect light off the skin making them invisible to the naked eye. Often they use this to  sneak up on prey and unfortunately for Keri and E’nasha, both had stumbled upon the local pack’s hunting turf.

Just when Keri’s words slipped from her mouth, a growl from behind E’nasha interrupted them. Out of the tree’s shadows came a thick, mangy shape that looked like digit legged creature with white and black striped fur. It was standing on all fours with its back legs closer to the ground and long human like arms. The black lips curled back revealing blood stained teeth in the dim twilight as it crawled forward and kept growling, its one eye sizing up what its pygmy nose was giving it. Abruptly it came to a stop then tossed up its shaggy head, letting out a loud, echoing howl that rattled off the forest. It lasted only a few moments before it fell back into its hunting posture.   

Just as it reached a few steps, the branch above Keri made a loud creak. Weight was applied and made the branch stress when another Cosh, much bigger, suddenly appeared from nowhere. Its jaws exposed its teeth and leaned down, the alpha clearly. Blood stained this one’s chin as well while it snapped a few times, testing its jaw before lunging at Keri’s arm. If the vampire didn’t move fast it would latch on and toss her to the side, smacking into the nearest bush. 

So far there was two the pair could see, however that was unlikely to stay that way for long.

[center][h2]Group 4: [u][b]Paich[/b][/u] [/h2][/center]

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[b]Name:[/b] Paich
[b]Class:[/b] small 4 foot in length 
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[b]Summary Features:[/b]
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[*] Tough Hide  on Back:The Paich’s back is thick and hard, much like an extra duty exoskeleton that prevents the critical spinal nerves from being damaged. Often it will use its back to attack much like a battering ram or fold in like a crab, using the claws like hands to protect its softer underbelly. 
[*] Burrowing ability: Its enormous claws are good at digging, breaking through rock and bone, and shoveling dirt. It can quickly  glide through the hard ground of Djarkel, popping up to snatch prey and popping back down. 
[*]Claws: Razor sharp and can cut flesh and bone if given a chance. They are used like bladed weapons when the Paich is corner or trying to distract its prey.
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Being far enough away, Leith, Summer and Meirin had little way to know about the trouble others were suffering even when the commotion started. It didn’t help they had troubles all of their own to deal with. 

The Paich’s favorite tactic was to hid and snatch prey, gobbling it up as quickly as possible for its own appetite. It seemed a mated pair had found a perfect hunting ground, their skin  sensing the rumbling of heavy footsteps above their subterranean home and perked their insect like heads upward.  They listened carefully at the scene happening above. They tilted their heads to each other and the same plan seemed to form in their heads. The male, a more dusty grey, had started to dug with new found fury and eagerness while his back legs kicked the loosen dirt back, closing the tunnel loosely behind it.  Any rocks or stone he managed to find were broke into pieces easily as his claws ranked about. 

There seemed to be little to no pattern to his rooting about, save he seemed to making pot holes. Winter was coming and the Paich were well known to take on prey much larger than themselves. All thanks to its higher intelligence, the male’s claws kept digging and skin tracked the surface movements during his task. If all went well, the creatures would have a large pile of meat to rot and gore itself on during the winter. If not, there was always the little one in the meadow nearby. The working Paich’s mouth watered at young, tender meat as he rushed forward with new energy to finish the trap. 

Scared, and frightened, the rabbit darted into the direct each hunter easily directed it. Its hind legs propelled it against the thick ground toward the destination, driven on by Summer shout and nearly out of sight when something happened. A grey, ugly creature, the Paich female and  about the size of a badger, sprung from the dirt. She slammed into the white furred beast. The rabbit was stunned and wounded, but still alive.  A wiggling body pinned by the Paich’s claw, the predator seemed to  leer at the hunters in return then start to drag the quarry by the leg toward the nearest hole.  

She purposely took her time to haul the prey, much faster than she appeared, while her mate popped up near Summer’s foot. It slowly raised its razor sharp claws to rack its claws across the girl’s unprotected heel and if it was hit, the claw would rip the achilles heel. Should that happen, she would suffer blood loss as well be unable to walk on that leg until it was healed by a vitamancer.