Hunting

I stalk through the forest, Trench spike on my fist. I choose my footsteps carefully, as to not make any noise. Citrus sits on my shoulder, still and quiet as a deer in headlights. I see movement behind a tree and freeze. I get ready to run, as I lift my trench spike.

I step out from behind a tree yawning. I look around and see a girl holding a trench spike. My eyes narrow and quick as lightning, I put on my razor-sharp claw and pull my 6ft long sword off of my back. "Hello. It is a common courtesy to greet someone before holding a trench spike menacingly over their heads." I say sarcastically.

I snarl at the figure that just showed itself. "Its also a common courtesy to warn someone before you get yourself killed." I growl, before continuing. "What are you doing out here, anyway, picking flowers? No wonder I haven't caught anything. They're all running off to tell their friends about the idiot lollygagging in the Deadly Forest."

I smirk. "It's something more along the lines that I kill a lot of them. And as for what I am doing here, I don't spend much time in my cabin." I say. Then I quickly pull out one of my throwing knives and throw it directly behind the girl, impaling a hellhound that was ready to pounce. "And what are you doing here?" I ask, slowly drawing my claw against my arm.

"Well, I can tell you one thing. I'm not out here to be having conversations with idiot showoffs like you." I move closer, and begin to circle him, slowly, like a shark. "If I were you, I would stop flirting and be a little more careful about where you step." I say, looking at the dagger on my trench spike. The kid is really getting on my nerves. My hand holding the weapon starts to twitch, anxious for just a single stab.

I smirk. "I'm not really a show-off. I'm more of a... how do you say it? Oh yes, I'm more of an insane person. And if you want to fight me, go ahead. I know personally that fighting can help someone cool off." I say, hefting my 6ft long Stygian Iron sword onto my shoulder. I stretched my clawed fingers and sighed.

"Why would I want to waste my energy on you?" I ask through my teeth. But my hand is twitching more crazily than ever. Some grass around my feet wilts. I know that if I close my eyes and count to ten, it will only make me angrier.

I sigh. "Okay then. I'll start for you." I say nonchalantly. I pull out my Throwing knife and start dragging it across my skin. "And if this doesn't help you I have another way that always works." I say. I throw my knife at her, purposely missing, and impaling the tree right next to her.

I virtually explode. This is enough. I slash at him with the dagger of my trench spike. Then, I grab the knife out of the tree. I was never a good aim, but I figure I was pretty good at fighting with knives.

I smirk and impale my sword in the ground and brandish my claw. I stay on the defensive so that she can get rid of some of her anger. I get slashed by her several times but I never lose my smirk. I shadow travel behind her.

I see him disappear. I then hear the crunch of leaves behind me, and I'm shocked to see him standing there, still smirking. I throw a punch at him using the spiked iron fist section of my trench spike, but miss. My momentum causes me to trip over my feet and fall to the ground.

As the girl falls, I loop my non-clawed arm around her back and catch her. Then I pull her up. "You okay?" I ask. I completely ignore my cuts and check to make sure she doesn't have any wounds. "What's your name?" I ask.

"I'm fine." I growl, after squirming out of his arms. I catch my breath. I keep my distance, and stay ready to strike, in case he gets any ideas. "You fight well." I smirk, and haphazardly throw him his knife. "Anastasia. Daughter of Demeter. I'm guessing you're a son of Thanatos?"

I chuckle and shake my head. "I'm Allen Walker, Son of Melinoe. And you fight pretty good too." I say catching the knife then throwing it at a nearby hellhound. I pull my 6 ft sword out of the ground and sheathe it on my back. "No need to be so tense. By the way, if you don't mind me asking, is there any dead relatives who you would like to see again?" I ask.

An image of my father passes through my head. I then rethink it. I don't even know if he's actually dead. I shake my head. "Does that pick up line actually work?" I ask. Then add a quick "Duck!" as I slash over his head and strike an approaching Empousa. "I think I found the monsters." I say, watching an approaching group of hellhounds tear through the trees.

I smirk. "Yeah, I tend to attract them quite a bit. And I'll tell you why I asked later." I say. I decide not to use my sword for this one and toss it on the ground. Then I grab three knives off of my belt and hold them in my non-clawed hand. I throw them and each of them impale a monster. Then, I jump into the group of minsters and start spinning, whirling and slashing with my claw.

I impale another Empousa. After a while I get into a rhythm. Stab, turn, pull, punch, stab, turn, pull, punch. I kill about 20 monsters and I'm covered in monster when I see a hellhound running straight at me. I freeze, unable to move.

After killing more monsters then I can count I turn to see if Anastasia is okay. Instead, I see a hellhound running at her. My eyes narrow and I shadow-travel on top of the hound. I plunge my claw into it's back and it yelps. I tear my claw out and it instantly disintegrates. I stand up and run over to Anastasia. "Are you okay?" I ask worriedly.

I swallow and stare at where the monster had been only a couple of seconds before. I snap out of it and shake my head as if I'm trying to clear it. "Yeah...fine." I say, quietly. I clear my throat. "I think we killed them all."

I nod and pull out a flask of nectar. I toss the flask to her and sit down. I pull off my long black and silver cloak and wince. I set my claw down and slowly lean back. I mutter to myself "I can't even see the sky."

I take a sip of the drink and turn around to hand it back to him. I see him wince. "You okay?" I ask, kneeling down beside him.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lie. I hook the flask onto my belt and slowly stand up. "So about what I asked earlier. Is there anyone who you would like to see again who is dead?" I ask.

"No." I say, uncertainly. I'm still not sure. I would say my dad, but it would be stupid if he is alive and I tried to contact him. I sigh and lay down against the ground, watching the sunset through the trees.

I sigh. "Okay then. Just tell me whenever you want to." I lay down next to Anastasia and smile softly. "How does the sunset look?" I ask her softly.

I sigh. "Red. I'm not sure if its a good thing though. Usually, red stands for springtime, poppies, beautiful flowers and leaves of every color popping up and causing happiness. But, with everything that's been going on lately, it reminds me of bloodshed." I say, looking hopefully at the reddish sky, wishing for once to be wrong.