04-13-2016, 12:10 PM
A wisp of smoke? No, it was a hunter he sensed, or did he see? Slipping his hand in the flask at his side he sent out very thin triennials of threads, mostly light blue and white, flung out in many directions. Closing his eyes he listened to the wind, many voices came to him, but he was not listening for a voice. THERE! The heartbeat strong and regular but slightly elevated, the heartbeat of a hunter closing in on the prey. Damn, Manix had no time to change into a more fitting disguise. Stretching his frame to full height and dis guarding the ratty coat, he actually looked "normal" at least to those who knew him on the high sea's. Dressed now in only his dungaree's and tee shirt, with let all the threads dissipate but the one on the hunter. He would need that thread to try to avoid being seen, the open thread was dangerous, he dare not try anything more complex. He learned the hard way that a small few could sometimes see them, he knew not how.
It was a shame to have to kill one of of em, he did not enjoy killing but like gutting a fish, you did what you had to do. He had made open threats, and Manix had not time or patience for stupidity. He left the Beauty and the beast behind to follow the hunter, carefully, using his talents to try to avoid the hunters instincts, would it be enough? He came here to search and to learn and that meant risks. Risk it would be, "never careful, always safe" the Lir family motto.
Edited by Manix, Apr 13 2016, 12:12 PM.
It was a shame to have to kill one of of em, he did not enjoy killing but like gutting a fish, you did what you had to do. He had made open threats, and Manix had not time or patience for stupidity. He left the Beauty and the beast behind to follow the hunter, carefully, using his talents to try to avoid the hunters instincts, would it be enough? He came here to search and to learn and that meant risks. Risk it would be, "never careful, always safe" the Lir family motto.
Edited by Manix, Apr 13 2016, 12:12 PM.