Oblitus
Gakupo snarled. He threw branches from his path and stormed along forest paths. He had roamed waywardly for hours. The one whom he sought had hidden well. There wasn't a single trace to be found but Gakupo hadn't surrendered. He was determined to end the trickery. The person killed most of his minions. He cared not for them but to have none would be irksome.
He roared as the foliage scratched and clawed at his face. His hands flew up to lash out at the plants. Branches fell to the ground and his breathing grew harsh. His eyes shone with malicious intent and insanity. He knew who it was. He also knew that searching for that person would be difficult. That person had already given proof of a talent for tormenting him. Gakupo snarled and lunged at a shadow. It squeaked and squealed loudly, flailing wildly. He pierced the creature's chest with his nails. It fell silent immediately.
Gakupo rose to his feet. The sound of forest life rose around him. The sudden cacophony was no natural phenomena; he was sure. His pursuer's irksome habit of tormenting him was tiring. It was a skill acquired over centuries. His pursuer had almost managed to perfect their tactics. There was one time only when the person had failed. It was during at a time where hatred was new. Gakupo had easily embraced the new emotion but it had taken his pursuer longer to adjust. He almost regrets not assisting that person.
An arrow flew past him. Gakupo hissed furiously and ducked to the ground. His ear bled and his cheek was cut. His pursuer's games weren't as innocent as before. He smirked, dusted off his coat and rose to the feet. He began to walk in the direction that the arrow had travelled towards. Doing so exposed his back to his enemy. He knew that it was worth the risk of death. In his walk of life there was very little that wasn't worth dying for.
Furious, he slashed at low hanging branches. They fell from their places with a resounding thump. He would have charged on if it weren't for the sight that greeted him. The area ahead was a clearing. It was freshly made, the trees still taking their final breaths. He pushed the branches from his path and stepped into the clearing. The corpses of even more of his minions littered the ground. They had all met a gruesome end by horrific, bloody means. He grew even surer of whom the attacker was.
Gakupo whipped around. He stormed back into the woodland. The trees rustled. Small rays of sunlight vanished. The place became grey. Animals began to stir. Feral snarls and animalistic growls tore the air. As he made his way through the forest a flash of unnatural colour greeted him. He veered right, determined to catch the person. Without a shadow of a doubt he knew who it was. The trail was clear. It wasn't senseless murder by a deranged enemy. He was being led like a goat to the slaughter.
He tore through the undergrowth at an incredible speed. The person was fleeing as best as they could but Gakupo was surprisingly fast. He toyed with his pursuer for a while and enjoyed it. The distance between them grew shorter and shorter. He counted from one hundred in his head. When he reached twenty seven he was only a metre and a half away from his prize. Gakupo bared his teeth in exuberance. His hands curled like claws and a rough sound rang in his throat.
The person stopped. Gakupo's hand brushed his pursuer's sleeve. He skidded to a stop and stared at the torn pink fabric that clung to his nails. He smiled sadistically. His assumptions were correct. He knew how his pursuer liked to torment their victims. He knew every strategy that person had ever used. He clenched the fabric tightly as he started to move again.
Soon, he found himself in another clearing. When he entered he was struck by an odour of death. The ground was flooded and stained crimson. Entrails were strewn across the ground. A great deal more of his minion's corpses were abandoned. Gakupo snarled, too lost in thoughts of vengeance to notice the single eye peering at him from the half-hidden person.
Kaito strode towards Miku's house. He was approaching from the back of the town. Each step that he took was filled with the utmost care. He knew that she was fearful of him. She didn't want to be near him. He still didn't understand exactly why she had so suddenly changed. It was something that seemed senseless. He had never harmed her, would never harm her, yet she sent him away. Kaito raised his head, meeting Noctis' concerned gaze.
He slowed, wanting to enjoy his walk – or at least appear to. It was unlikely that she would be watching him but he wanted to believe that she was. In his heart and in his head he knew it was foolish to behave in such a way. He should never have stooped so low as to hope someone was watching him. Kaito came to a slow stop. His eyes stared ahead, wide orbs of blue surrounded by white, at the sight before him - a woman. She stood on the boundary of the town. She had been before. The reason for Miku suddenly behaving differently, for Gakupo being so violent, lay only with her.
She caught his gaze. Her expression softened with condescending tenderness. If he had known the love of a mother he was sure that would have been her expression. She terrified him. Her reputation was fearsome.