Maximillian Trujillu / M / 28 / Hunter / Mentions: Artem, Clyde, Coalstin, Tove, Yarene

Max felt the yak push up behind him and charge towards something, he was only able to stop her once he saw Artem get flung along. He gripped onto both horns and dug his feet into the ground, pulling her back with a sharp jerk. Max always told others she acted this harshly towards shifters because he trained her to be, so, luckily at least Clyde wouldn’t figure her out. Although, Coal seemed suspicious. “Your companion is a shifter. We already know now.” Max pointed out to the girl giving his yak dirty looks. “Ey, bitch, want something?” Max grunted towards the girl. Once he saw her more thoroughly, it reminded him of someone. “You have a brother? Big, large brown bear,” Max furrowed his brows. If this was what he thought to be – he wouldn’t be able to lay a hand on her.

Once her eyes flashed cat-like and human again, Max could only cringe as he saw herself shift into a cat form and leap into the trees. Max stayed his ground, but Yarene was being feisty. She wanted to trample that shifter, especially since it was in a predator form. He whistled sharply, calming his yak before walking back. “No one can control a yak,” Max grinned towards Coal before gripping onto Artem’s chains. He’d free the boy once the others were out of sight. “I don’t specialize in trees, Clyde, I’ll let you have this one,” Max knocked his heads towards the cat bouncing up and down trees. “Plus, a damn bitch broke my crossbow earlier. All I have is close range,” Max shrugged before tugging his yak along with Artem out of the way. “Stay clear of Clyde,” Max glanced over to Artem once they were a good ways off from the rest, his voice only coming into earshot between the two-or the three, including Yarene.

He had only spoken to Artem and cuffed him when he sensed other hunters were around. All Max wanted to do was get a drink and talk with him. There was no need to kill someone he liked.

Yarene Isen / F / 18 / Hidden-ish / Yak / Mentions: Max, Clyde, Coalstin, Tove, Artem

Yarene huffed in annoyance, despite her efforts, Max had the brute strength to hold her back. His whistles were like a conversation they had-so many ways he could tune them into so many words. This one meant, “Back off,” Yarene couldn’t help but stop now. She didn’t want to displease him. Just the way that the girl looked at her had set her off. She didn’t like her one bit. Maybe because she had stared with anger into Max, or with fury to Yarene, or maybe it was because her form was a predator. Everything ticked her off. Despite Yarene not being able to see anything of value on the girl, if they were to ever meet again, Yarene would trample until her bones broke.

She looked back to Artem. He seemed to just flop along with her when she sprinted. If she was in her human form, she’d apologize, but instead she just lightly nudged the boy with a soft snort before Max called her to walk along with him. She stopped, looking behind as she saw the figure jumping through trees. Filthy bitch of a feline. She gritted her teeth before lowering her head to rip at a lush patch of grass. She started to not mind Artem all that much anymore, in fact, he seemed better than most shifters… seeing as most will rant on about their shitty lives or try to fight back when there was no hope. Artem obeyed, he was quiet. He wanted to live.

Horace Umbra / M / 23 / Fisherman / Polar Bear / Mentions: His father, James(NPC), Michael, Dreyvon

Horace swiveled around to see Michael. He planted his hand on the back of his neck and smiled with a soft chuckle as the smaller man spoke. “Sounds like her,” Horace curled his fingers, clasping onto the door, letting Michael walk in. “I was going to ask if you want to pick up the horse I bought earlier-yesterday,” Horace watched as Michael put the apron on. “Oh, you’re busy, I’ll talk to you later then? My father is waiting for me at the lake so I have to run a few errands,” Horace waved goodbye to Michael and hauled it for the barn. He’d lost track of time; his father was probably growing impatient. He stopped to a halt once he reached the barn. Dreyvon wasn’t in sight. Perhaps… Horace could tack up the horse anyway. He knew how to. He already bought the horse… What’s the harm in doing so?

Horace grabbed onto the reins he remembered buying, along with dragging the wagon along with him. He tacked up the stout mare and hooked her onto the wagon with ease. It was complicated at first, but he had seen Dreyvon do it, and Horace had a great memory. He checked it over once more before confirming it was safe. “Alright, come on, girl,” Horace smiled as he placed a hand onto one of the reins, helping lead the mare out. “Maybe I should figure out a name for you?” Horace tapped his chin as he neared the village. “Michael?” Horace burst out in laughter. “Actually, you kind of look like him!” He couldn’t hold back laughter. The mare was strongly built, short, stout, calm. Just like Michael. “No, I couldn’t do that to him,” He looked the horse up and down thinking of something. “I’ll have father think of a name for you,” He stroked the mare as she trotted alongside Horace. They were at a good pace now, getting closer to the lake.

Ren Yo / M / 20 / Tradesman / Mentions: Nala

Ren had flown a bit higher than he’d want to, he was scouting the area. His eyes twitching at every single little movement. A hare, couple of rabbits… a few squirrels, deer… Ren focused on something in the fields-it didn’t seem like a normal animal. It shifted oddly hidden under the field’s grass. Before Ren could investigate further, he heard Nala’s call. He dove down, swiftly shifting into a human as he hit the ground with a thump, landing on his feet with ease. He looked down at the water… last time he had drunken anything was when they were back… He didn’t need the cool liquid so he stood there, waiting for Nala to finish. This was a much slower pace than Ren usually got.

He glanced back to where he saw the figure. Could it be bandits? How? I purposefully took the route to avoid them, last I check they were blocking the west route in the forest… They wouldn’t approach the fields unless they knew we were in here. Ren squinted. Then again, they would’ve already sprung upon us, what are they waiting for? Are they even bandits? They can’t be hunters, Nala just looks like a normal traveler- Ren gulped. Of course. A frigatebird in the north. Obvious shifter. Ren bit his lower lip and silently smacked his palm on his forehead. He turned back to Nala with a fake smile.

“Sounds good, you go catch up, I just need to uh- yeah, I’ll catch up, no worries,“ Ren ushered her forwards as he disappeared in thick undergrowth. He got on his knees, starting to crawl unnoticed. If these were bandits-or even hunters, they’d have beef with Ren, not Nala. Most of the tall grass-covered him as he trailed his way through. That’s when he heard voices. They were quite familiar. His eyes dashed forward, sudden shot of realization creeping onto him. Had the bow hunter followed me to Fellborn?! His hands started to shake, but he stopped them. I’m at an advantage. He uses a bow- if I can just immobilize him enough to take one of his arrows for threatening I’ll be good. When I was up there I couldn’t see any other forms, so he came alone. Ren furrowed his brows. He felt a cold presence, that’s when he shot up and tackled the man. He seemed overall shocked, stuttering as he attempted to snatch a dagger from his waist. Ren quickly applied pressure onto his wrist and stopped him from doing so. With haste, Ren snatched the dagger and pressed it against his throat. He grit his teeth. “Did you come with anyone?” He dug the blade deeper until blood was tumbling down.

Ren Yo / M / 20 / Tradesman / Mentions: Nala

Ren bit back his lip as the hunter spoke back. “Nine-or 10??” The hunter smirked, Ren had lost track due to all the chaos around, the hunters hand managed to slip. Ren’s eyes opened as he felt something poke into his side. It was worse than that. It went deep into his flesh-blade piercing so far deep, Ren collapsed on his side. To his horror, he saw a handle, stuck into his side. The rest of the blade had made it inside of him. It was hard to move without the horrible twinging pain in him. He heard Nala fending off others. I’m so useless I can barely take on one! Ren grit his teeth as the hunter pinned him down.

Ren had never been stabbed before, the only injuries he had witnessed were scrapes and bruises. He was so used to flying for weeks, that he never got impaled by anything. The pain was one he never dared witness before, until now. His breath came in shallow huffs as the hunter gripped onto the blade, and slunk it from his body. He couldn’t help but release a low yell of pain. He felt red, crimson liquid flow down his waist. Blood had splattered from his side and he bit onto the man’s arm, then back handed him off. He held one hand on the wound and stood to his legs with a wobble. He held the dagger in his other hand, with haste, he impaled it into the hunter’s throat.

Shock overwhelmed him. He’s never killed before. He stumbled back as he watched the man couch and spit blood as a stream of red came pouring from his neck wound. The worst part of it all, they remained eye contact. He heard Nala’s voice, but it was muffled out. Something about talking… Her second sentence came into earshot. “Right,” Ren nodded to Nala and gripped tightly onto the wound. It stung so badly. He tried his best to sprint after the horses, but overall, he used the rest of his strength to leap into the air and shift into a bird. The wound would be more difficult to handle now, but at least he didn’t need to use his legs-just his wings. In seconds, he was speeding through the air, ascending higher at every moment.