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Kitala! Thanks for the review! Well now here we go
D rode off in the night, leaving the tiny bar behind him. He was tracking his latest bounty.
"He destroyed our town, our families, our way of life!" D recalled the man saying, "We've pooled our money together," he said pointing to the remaining towns people around him, most of them bandaged, "and this is all we got." He tossed a small bag toward D, "50 million, that's it. His name is Rieleniavi Grimbane, his carriage is a dark red led by 4 horses, that's all I know. Will you take the job?"
"Yes."
D shook the memory out of his head. He needed to focus on the hunt, he kick his horse's flanks and rode him faster.
***
Tirla walked through the dark streets clutching her crucifix necklace. She hated the night. She thought of the dunpeal, she hated that word; it was slandered and looked down upon. Rarely would you find someone who used dhampir, in this town at least. She swore to her self she would leave and see the world, like the hunters who stopped in her town, bringing stories of far off lands and amazing adventures. Maybe become a hunter, help rid the world of the vampire filth. Join a band of hunters maybe..maybe.
She walk the way to her house, she decided to take a shortcut though an alleyway. The alley was darker than the street but she wanted to get home fast. She walked along the alley when a hand came over her mouth.
"Well, well, well, look at this boys!" a familiar voice said, "I found her again!"
Tirla struggled against Kelgar's grip. A knife at her throat stopped that. Kelgar's band gathered around her. One slowly advanced toward her when yelling from one end of the alleyway and the sound of running feet chased off the band. About ten of so townspeople ran up to find Tirla sitting on the ground crying to herself, crying because she was helpless. The townspeople helped her home and a few stood guard knowing the reputation of Kelgar's gang.
I will leave tomorrow.
***
D rode into late morning before resting. He was outside a small town, but know the town wouldn't accept him. Getting of his settle he took a long drink of water. He looked around and saw nothing but desert, except the small town. Suddenly a high-pitched scream caught his attention and instinctively his hand went to his sword. He saw a small girl looking at him with fright. She ran toward the town screaming all the while. D's hand left the hilt of his sword. He rested another hour before getting ready to leave when a group of about twenty men rode up.
"Leave," commanded the leader.
"I was just about to," the hunter said.
"Never come back around here." Another man said.
"I have no reason to." D said before he rode off.
"That's what you get." a raspy voice said, "For being who you are, at lest that's not me. Dunpeal!"
D's left hand tightened around his horse's reins and the talking ceased.
***
Tirla walked into the bar and ordered a beer. She looked at all the familiar faces and saw three the where new. Three armed women sat at the bar talking amongst themselves.
"Who are they?" She asked the bartender.
"Hunters, they're called the Karari Sisterhood." He replied.
"Karari Sisterhood," She said as she walked over to them, "Excuse me, my name is Tirla I have no training but learn fast, I want to rid the world of vampires, can I join you?"
D rode off in the night, leaving the tiny bar behind him. He was tracking his latest bounty.
"He destroyed our town, our families, our way of life!" D recalled the man saying, "We've pooled our money together," he said pointing to the remaining towns people around him, most of them bandaged, "and this is all we got." He tossed a small bag toward D, "50 million, that's it. His name is Rieleniavi Grimbane, his carriage is a dark red led by 4 horses, that's all I know. Will you take the job?"
"Yes."
D shook the memory out of his head. He needed to focus on the hunt, he kick his horse's flanks and rode him faster.
***
Tirla walked through the dark streets clutching her crucifix necklace. She hated the night. She thought of the dunpeal, she hated that word; it was slandered and looked down upon. Rarely would you find someone who used dhampir, in this town at least. She swore to her self she would leave and see the world, like the hunters who stopped in her town, bringing stories of far off lands and amazing adventures. Maybe become a hunter, help rid the world of the vampire filth. Join a band of hunters maybe..maybe.
She walk the way to her house, she decided to take a shortcut though an alleyway. The alley was darker than the street but she wanted to get home fast. She walked along the alley when a hand came over her mouth.
"Well, well, well, look at this boys!" a familiar voice said, "I found her again!"
Tirla struggled against Kelgar's grip. A knife at her throat stopped that. Kelgar's band gathered around her. One slowly advanced toward her when yelling from one end of the alleyway and the sound of running feet chased off the band. About ten of so townspeople ran up to find Tirla sitting on the ground crying to herself, crying because she was helpless. The townspeople helped her home and a few stood guard knowing the reputation of Kelgar's gang.
I will leave tomorrow.
***
D rode into late morning before resting. He was outside a small town, but know the town wouldn't accept him. Getting of his settle he took a long drink of water. He looked around and saw nothing but desert, except the small town. Suddenly a high-pitched scream caught his attention and instinctively his hand went to his sword. He saw a small girl looking at him with fright. She ran toward the town screaming all the while. D's hand left the hilt of his sword. He rested another hour before getting ready to leave when a group of about twenty men rode up.
"Leave," commanded the leader.
"I was just about to," the hunter said.
"Never come back around here." Another man said.
"I have no reason to." D said before he rode off.
"That's what you get." a raspy voice said, "For being who you are, at lest that's not me. Dunpeal!"
D's left hand tightened around his horse's reins and the talking ceased.
***
Tirla walked into the bar and ordered a beer. She looked at all the familiar faces and saw three the where new. Three armed women sat at the bar talking amongst themselves.
"Who are they?" She asked the bartender.
"Hunters, they're called the Karari Sisterhood." He replied.
"Karari Sisterhood," She said as she walked over to them, "Excuse me, my name is Tirla I have no training but learn fast, I want to rid the world of vampires, can I join you?"