Hi, I'm still working on Meteor II, but this muse would not leave me alone. I hope you enjoy the story, and remember it was inspired by my reclusive OMC muse ;)
Hunter of the Blood
Prologue: The History of the Hunter
It was a long time ago, or maybe it just seems that way, and I was a Opal jeweled Warlord. Then She came. She ringed me and ground my jewels into dust. Dust that She scattered over all the four corners of Terreille. That day my nails turned red. Not just any red, Blood red. From that day on I knew what my destiny was. I was to be the Hunter of the Blood. I was not broken; I could of made the Offering to the Darkness. I did not because I had no desire to. I have no desire to do anything that is Blood. What I would do was visit my rage and dark despair upon the ones in power. I would make them pay. She took me to her court and I served her, I served her until the day she died. Then in the commotion that swept through her court after her death I left. Never to return, never to serve an other witch. In the realm I sharpen my skills and I sharpened my knives. Free to hunt the Blood as I willed, my campaign of revenge, of retribution, was about to begin.
Chapter One: Night Life
I let her body drop, she was nothing to me. Just one of the many I had killed over the years. My long red hair swayed as I jumped from her window to the courtyard below. I've always had red hair, but her and those like her were the reason I had red nails. Life was cruel and difficult in Terreille, but it always had been. The good thing was that there was always work for me, wheather I agreed to the contract or not. I had my pick of who I worked for. Generally I killed for those who had been wronged by the Blood in power, but once in a long while I did something else. My next job was one of those 'something else's. I was going to help another assassin with a hit. I listened to the air around me, I learned early in my professional career that if I listened to air it would tell me things. I knew that my next job would be dangerous, but I owed it to the man who had asked me. He was one of my few friends, by few I mean I can count them on one hand and not use all of my fingers. I moved through the streets not making a sound, I had much distance to cover and not much time to do it in. Normally the Blood would take one of the Winds and have no trouble crossing large distances, however, the Winds belong to the Blood and I am not Blood, so I travel in the physical world at all times. Walking can get very tedious so I bought my self a horse. I now plan to get Beautiful Dancer from the stables where he's quartered and head out. Like I said I've got a lot of ground to cover.
There it is the prologue and chapter of my new story. You can expect a cameo by Janaelle and Deamon, Surreal to appear a lot and Jared to pop up a few times. Otherwise your stuck with my OMC and his few friends.
JA!
Shanis
Hunter of the Blood
Prologue: The History of the Hunter
It was a long time ago, or maybe it just seems that way, and I was a Opal jeweled Warlord. Then She came. She ringed me and ground my jewels into dust. Dust that She scattered over all the four corners of Terreille. That day my nails turned red. Not just any red, Blood red. From that day on I knew what my destiny was. I was to be the Hunter of the Blood. I was not broken; I could of made the Offering to the Darkness. I did not because I had no desire to. I have no desire to do anything that is Blood. What I would do was visit my rage and dark despair upon the ones in power. I would make them pay. She took me to her court and I served her, I served her until the day she died. Then in the commotion that swept through her court after her death I left. Never to return, never to serve an other witch. In the realm I sharpen my skills and I sharpened my knives. Free to hunt the Blood as I willed, my campaign of revenge, of retribution, was about to begin.
Chapter One: Night Life
I let her body drop, she was nothing to me. Just one of the many I had killed over the years. My long red hair swayed as I jumped from her window to the courtyard below. I've always had red hair, but her and those like her were the reason I had red nails. Life was cruel and difficult in Terreille, but it always had been. The good thing was that there was always work for me, wheather I agreed to the contract or not. I had my pick of who I worked for. Generally I killed for those who had been wronged by the Blood in power, but once in a long while I did something else. My next job was one of those 'something else's. I was going to help another assassin with a hit. I listened to the air around me, I learned early in my professional career that if I listened to air it would tell me things. I knew that my next job would be dangerous, but I owed it to the man who had asked me. He was one of my few friends, by few I mean I can count them on one hand and not use all of my fingers. I moved through the streets not making a sound, I had much distance to cover and not much time to do it in. Normally the Blood would take one of the Winds and have no trouble crossing large distances, however, the Winds belong to the Blood and I am not Blood, so I travel in the physical world at all times. Walking can get very tedious so I bought my self a horse. I now plan to get Beautiful Dancer from the stables where he's quartered and head out. Like I said I've got a lot of ground to cover.
There it is the prologue and chapter of my new story. You can expect a cameo by Janaelle and Deamon, Surreal to appear a lot and Jared to pop up a few times. Otherwise your stuck with my OMC and his few friends.
JA!
Shanis