Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20160118014726

Now that the fog had been set up, Amilanthior could tear through the Grimm with impunity, undetectable, undefeatable. He was practically an expert on sneaking around, and the fact that even sight had been crossed out, just made it easier for him to slay.

For one unfortunate Beowulf, it had found itself running into the mystique cloaked figure. Before it even had a chance to attack, it's head flew off, severed from its body.

Blood sprayed across the front of Amilanthior's cloak, spraying it with a strange pattern of purple and red. Three more stragglers from the group wee soon taken down by a precision, heavy, .50 round straight through the skull, blowing out the back accompanied by brains and bone.

He hadn't moved in the entirety of the slaying, but recalled back in shock when a Beowulf seemingly, sntaneously split into three pieces in front of him.

This must be the bastard that put its venom into me

He found it wise to retreat for now, and quickly rejoined the rest of their group who had just started to walk North.

As they walked, he peered back every so often, trying to catch a sight of the creature that was stalking them.

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"So, what colour are we gonna pick when we get there?"

Kinaver tried to desperately keep up the spirits, a depressed group was a lacking group.

"Personally, I've always liked the pureness of the white pieces, they always act first, and look so much more clean than the black pieces."

Asper replied,

"I like the black pieces more, because unlike the White pieces, they don't hide their ugly deeds. Their colour to me seemed more accepting of what they've done, instead of hiding it under a pretty appearance like the whites. They know they've killed and slaughtered other pieces, and wear it grimly on their sleeve. They don't lie".

And then it was back to silence after hearing the two girls' opinions. The forest didn't seem so friendly and pristine as Kinaver'd thought about it while looking at it from the top of the cliffs.

Inside, it was a cramped, forbidding place. It constantly had a feeling of constriction, and that made Kinaver uncomfortable as hell.

And again, just to add to his growing panic, he saw Amilanthior turn his head back again. But this time, instead of turning back with a troubled look, his eyes were widened and strained.

"What's wrong?" Kinavr asked,

"We're at our destination" Amilanthior replied,

"Yeah, so wha-"

"It's coming"

"What's coming?"

"The hunter...and we're its prey"