[M] Mission: Seek, Capture, Destroy

Tlantli Kimaris · 06-11-2011, 03:21 PM

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Ack. Bad post. Tlantli is late to the party; she's being a creeper while she waits for Bastion to come into view, though he's probably there already. She's just not perceptive to the presence of others when it comes to hunting.

she's a black magic woman
and she's trying to make a devil out of me

The call had disturbed the workings of the Crone, much to her displeasure; though she did not approve of what was going to happen, Tlantli had been dutifully sacrificing for her sister's unborn children with the fool, Larkspur. The distraction caused her hand to slip, to be burned in the fire briefly as she turned her head to the sound. Perhaps she would have been angry at any other moment, perhaps she would have found the one who called and promptly assaulted him with words, if nothing else, but she knew what the sound entailed. All frustration that would have been felt was replaced with desire, a lust for the hunt, for a chase. Someone had stepped beyond the veil, past the brambles, into the shadows, and their culture dictated that those who entered could not leave.

She carried with her little as she sprinted across the land, belt allowing her hands to be free as it supported the bone utensils utilized during the catch of prey. Her hands were dressed in the heavy bear paws; though others may have found the gloves to be awkward and heavy, she had come to use them well. Fiery eyes sought out the Arbiter who had reached into the pack for aid. While she did not find him, she did catch the sound of another's shriek, a thing of pain that sent a tremble down the petite shaman's spine. It set her in the right direction, and it wasn't long before the looming figure of another came into view.

Tlantli's pace slowed, her movements becoming carefully calculated as she approached; she stayed downwind, circling to find a place where she could be most useful. Her smaller size was the cause of frequent underestimation, but she showed no fear in the face of men twice the mass. The Crone was a hunter, no different then before, but her prey had moved from simple mammals to her own kind. Patience overtook her as she waited for the approach of others, watching the two with a hunger only seen in the presence of their leader.

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