11-09-2018, 12:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-09-2018, 12:29 AM by Rune.
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Where were all these people coming from?! Before she knew it, the splashes sloshed fresh splatters and Rune was about ready to shoot the thing that stalked up the waterway. Shoot first, ask forgiveness later. Until the person in the water was dumb enough to shout out to some kind of friend.
Harpy?!
She wasn't even sure she heard right. Maybe she'd hit her head harder than she thought. It wouldn't be the first time, but she was certain of the word. That meant one thing. Either someone was way more into Dungeons & Dragons then they should be, or the people stalking them were also Atharim?
This wasn't the kind of situation that Rune found herself in often. Stateside, she and Uncle Seth worked solo duo - a team that was almost as wary of other Atharim than of the monsters they hunted. In some cases, more so! People were fucked up. Monsters at least made sense. They were driven by the basics: food, dominance, mating. People were just nut jobs. But given that there was a girl (with a gun!) probably floating face down in the runoff and more harpies than Rune cared to imagine, it seemed the right time to pair up. If they had a chance to exterminate a harpy nest, then now was the time!
She was about to call for a lifeline when a new grunt and string of curses erupted from the ditch. But it was so dark, there was no way Rune could shoot something and even come close to aiming. She couldn't see in the dark!
"Drag that saggy-boobed bitch into the light somehow! I can't get a shot!" She cried out, hoping the atharim in the ditch could even hear her.
Harpy?!
She wasn't even sure she heard right. Maybe she'd hit her head harder than she thought. It wouldn't be the first time, but she was certain of the word. That meant one thing. Either someone was way more into Dungeons & Dragons then they should be, or the people stalking them were also Atharim?
This wasn't the kind of situation that Rune found herself in often. Stateside, she and Uncle Seth worked solo duo - a team that was almost as wary of other Atharim than of the monsters they hunted. In some cases, more so! People were fucked up. Monsters at least made sense. They were driven by the basics: food, dominance, mating. People were just nut jobs. But given that there was a girl (with a gun!) probably floating face down in the runoff and more harpies than Rune cared to imagine, it seemed the right time to pair up. If they had a chance to exterminate a harpy nest, then now was the time!
She was about to call for a lifeline when a new grunt and string of curses erupted from the ditch. But it was so dark, there was no way Rune could shoot something and even come close to aiming. She couldn't see in the dark!
"Drag that saggy-boobed bitch into the light somehow! I can't get a shot!" She cried out, hoping the atharim in the ditch could even hear her.