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1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]

1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
Posted 2022-09-22 18:17:28
#839003
Quesnel is a well known monster hunter. One day, it is brought to his attention that a king in a nearby kingdom has a monster problem. One monster in particular, so he goes to check it out. But is this creature really a monster or is it something (or someone) else?
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#9655
Posted 2022-09-22 18:45:23 (edited)
#839018
The leaves above Quesnel's head rustled ominously, as if trying to warn him of the dangers ahead. The sky had grown dark as distant thunderclouds began to roll in, rumbling like the gut of a great, hungry beast. The forest had grown eerily quiet, save for a few caws for crows overhead, like they were watching for his demise. He was nervous of course; who wouldn't be in a situation like this? No one in their right mind would willingly hunt down a monster, especially one that was so dangerous. But he had a goal he needed to accomplish, and nothing would get in his way. From beside him, Cerise let out a low huff, her ears pinned to her skull. She too was glancing up at the circling crows. Quesnel pressed a calloused hand to her shaggy neck, and she stooped to lick his cheek.

While some might consider it strange to keep a grizzly bear around, Quesnel felt comfortable with Cerise. She was his extra pair of eyes, his strength and determination. Not to mention, her keen sense of smell was excellent for tracking prey and, in this case, predators.

"Smell anything, girl?" He said, patting her. A thin cloud of dust rose from he thick fur. She must have been rolling in dirt earlier. She huffed again, a little louder this time, and shook her head. Intelligent as she was, she couldn't speak, as most bears can't, but the two had a unique talent for understanding one another.

"Damn," he murmured, standing and stretching. "At this rate, it'll be nightfall before we find the track again." Once more, he looked up, but not to the birds. Rather, he stared off into the distance, toward the dark clouds. It would rain soon, and although rain in these parts were a blessing, it would be a great burden on Quesnel. The track would disappear, wherever it is, along with any scents. It might be weeks before they find another.

"Come on, girl. We gotta keep moving."
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#75908
Posted 2022-09-22 19:03:55
#839022
Fable flew through the forest on his long but muscular legs, running after a deer. He let out a sound that sounded almost like a bobcat or a lynx but with a more... raspy tone to it. The deer in front of him screeched in panic as it ran as fast as it could, but clearly not fast enough because he was slowly catching up to it. To be honest, he could've killed it already but he enjoyed playing with his food. The cat-like creature followed the hooved animal as it ran across a pathway, waiting until they reached the opposite side to pounce. He killed the creature in one fell swoop and shook his sleek fur out. His eyes focused on a human that was on the road he had just run across.

Fable grunted softly to himself, could they have seen him? It was possible, only a blind person would have missed his large form loping right in front of them. He recognized the equipment the man had on him, mmm.. so, the king has sent another hunter? This should be rejuvenating.  I thought he would have learned by now.. He thought, sliding his meal under a bush and starting to stalk the human on the road with an internal chuckle. Let's have some fun.
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Posted 2022-09-22 19:25:19 (edited)
#839031
A strange call echoed through the still air, causing Quesnel to freeze in his tracks. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, as if he was about to be struck by lightning. A great crashing of foliage just in front of them caused him to brandish his axe. A deer exploded from the treeline, bleating in panic, its eyes wide and mouth frothing. No sooner had it crossed the road did a dark shadow shoot past, so fast that if he had blinked, he was certain he would have missed it.

All of a sudden, he was painfully aware of how much danger he had gotten himself and Cerise in.

The bear let out a snarl, her fur bristling, but before she could charge, the figure was gone, as if it had simply melted into the trees. Quesnel whirled about, his heart pounding in his chest and his ears rushing with blood. His body tensed, screaming for him to flee, but he refused to run. He had come too far to leave now.

Attempting to steady his shaking breath, he stared into the trees. Nearly everything was cloaked in darkness, and every twitch of a leaf was something lunging towards him, every flicker of color a pair of eyes staring hungrily at him. Is this really the beast? Would it understand him?

"Hello?" he called out, his rumbling voice bouncing through the trees. Then he realized what he was doing. He scolded himself internally; he wasn't supposed to communicate or make friends with the beast. He was to rid the kingdom of it. His fingers twitched on the handle of his axe. He never liked hunting. The sight of scarlet blood splashed across his hands, the sharp smell of exposed innards, strips of flesh being peeled from the bone always overturned his stomach.

He was doing good, he told himself.

Wasn't he?
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#75908
Posted 2022-09-22 19:35:04
#839042
Fable let out a distorted chuckling sound, not quite human, not quite animal. His long tail swished back and forth in the underbrush. Once again, he flashed across the pathway, this time leaving a little... gift. It was a deer leg. Crimson red puddled around it, the bone where it had been brutally severed a beacon of white. Small spots of blood had made a line across where the creature had run as well. He licked his lips, eyeing the human and his bear companion. He wondered how their tendons would taste in his mouth, how soft their muscle would be. Fable let out another sound, this one sounding more like a hyena's laughter.

He bared his teeth in a sinister smile at the way the man said hello. Such idiocy, such pureheartedness. He almost felt bad... not. He had grown up feeling nothing for humans, why would he stop now just because this one was more innocent than a newborn baby. Another internal laugh rang through his ears as he shook his head.
𓆏 Angel 𓆏
#9655
Posted 2022-09-22 19:52:07
#839048
Another call, this one almost rippling in his eardrums. Quesnel took a deep breath, closing his eyes, as Cerise pressed closer. Her teeth were still bared, but he knew that look in her eyes; she was just as terrified as him. She always was a gentle soul. Perhaps that's why they had always gotten along so well. A quick flash of his childhood steadied his thrumming heart for a second, before he felt Cerise flinch and let out another growl. He opened his eyes and, to his horror, saw the leg of a hooved creature--no, the deer--laying before them, a few drops of blood leading away from it.

This creature was nothing like Quesnel had ever encountered before. It was almost as if it was toying with him.

"I'm not afraid of you," he said sternly. He clenched his trembling hands, raising his axe. "We won't cave to your little scare tactics."

He hoped it wouldn't pick up on the slight tremor in his voice.

A horrid idea popped into his head, and although he most definitely did NOT want to piss this creature off, he couldn't see any other choice. "If you're so tough," he said, straightening his back and tilting his head at the trees. "Why don't you come out of hiding? It's easy to be frightening from the shadows, after all."

Oh gods, was he going to regret this? Most likely. But maybe he would be able to overpower it. After all, it would be two on one, and this beast was obviously built for speed. It (probably) wasn't build for close combat, rather relying on the momentum it builds from flinging itself forward to bring down prey. If he could somehow subdue it, if just for a moment, he might be able to capture it. His head spun with all the possibilities of this ever going wrong, but he couldn't just stand around and think about this. He was in the here and now, and his life (and Cerise's) teetered on the line.

Not to mention, Her's... He felt a twist in his stomach. "Gods, let me survive this so I can see her again," he mumbled to himself.
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#75908
Posted 2022-09-22 20:02:27
#839051
He stepped out of the trees behind the man, cackling sounds flowing from his throat. "Wrong direction, human." He said, his raspy voice sounding almost echoey. The cat-like creature was lithe, fur sleek and black. But probably a few of the most terrifying and dangerous things about it were the razor sharp teeth that showed when he smiled, and the visible muscles rippling under his coat. The human man was wrong, while he was made for speed, he was also made for taking down large animals. Humans in particular. Those had been most of his victims, large men, women, and... others.

Fable's blackish-blueish slitted eyes examined the other two beings, making calculating movements and trying to figure out if the two were threats or not. He doubted they would be threats, even with that big axe. He was too fast for a lumbering weapon like that to hit him.
𓆏 Angel 𓆏
#9655
Posted 2022-09-22 20:24:30
#839066
That damned laugh grated at his ears. It took him a moment to register that it was coming from behind him, and he stumbled forward, whirling around as he did so. His knuckles were turning white, he was clutching his weapon so tightly. What he saw wasn't something he was expecting, although he can't say he was very surprised. There, looking before him, was a long and lithe cat-like beast, sneering maliciously at him. "Of course it's a cat-creature," he murmured. They were always the ones tormenting villages.

Cerise started forward, her body tensed, but Quesnel clutched the fur on her neck, and she stopped. Eyeing the beast in front of her, she let out a low growl, thumping one large paw in front of Quesnel, partially shielding him. The beast's eyes were flicking from bear to human to bear again, and Quesnel got the odd sensation that it was staring straight through him.

To be completely honest, he hadn't counted on coming across his target so quickly, and he certainly hadn't counted on it being intelligent. He thought, rather innocently, it would be a simple capture, in which he handed the being to the king to do with what he pleased, and leave. But, obviously, that had not gone at all like he had hoped.

But now what was he supposed to do? Stand here and wait for it to eat him? He saw what it did to that doe, so he couldn't just charge at it. Maybe it was his childish side, but he got the sudden idea to try and talk. Convince it to leave, perhaps. It was highly unlikely that it would work. In fact, he was certain it wouldn't. But what choice did he have? He couldn't run, he couldn't fight, he probably couldn't even defend himself. He saw a flash of pearly white stained with crimson and felt his stomach twist.

He made up his mind.

He cleared his throat, and mustered his most gentle smile. It looked more like a grimace. He tried to fix it, but now he just looked constipated. "I'm Quesnel," he said abruptly through clenched teeth.

pleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillmepleasedon'tkillme-

He knew trying to be a confident smartass would get him killed. He should've just continued on like nothing was wrong. Now he was going to be just like that severed leg, blood pooling from his wounds and seeping into the dirt.
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#75908
Posted 2022-09-22 20:39:43
#839071
Human-like intelligence swam behind his eyes as he slowly started circling the two. "Mm, mm, mm. You would think the king would have gotten the message after the first few hunters I killed. No common sense I tell you." He taunted, growling slightly. He stretched, which might have seemed like a vulnerable position. But, he was still extremely protected. Fable's tail flicked back and forth as he walked, bluff charging the bear and breaking out in a cacophony of distorted laughter.

"So disappointing.. I had hoped he would give me a challenge." He pouted, tilting his head slightly at Quesnel as he circled back around. "Hm. Well, I'm certainly not going to tell you my name."
𓆏 Angel 𓆏
#9655
Posted 2022-09-23 08:33:42
#839250
He held as still as he could. He couldn't make sudden movements; what if the beast mistook him for charging? Despite clenching his hands, they still trembled, much to his dislike. How dare his body betray him and show weakness! He mentally shook himself. That was someone else's thought, implemented into his head. He thought fondly of the man who refused to be afraid, even though he was. The idea of the golden-haired man, woefully underprepared and disarmed, standing in Quesnel's place but still having the guts to stare the beast down, perhaps even taunting it, filled Quesnel with confidence.

If Aurelien could do it, why couldn't he?

"The king is afraid of you. All the kingdom is," he said slowly, watching the beast circle them. Cerise's head swiveled, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. He lifted his chin defiantly. "And rightfully so. He wants to get rid of you before you can rid of anyone else."

"It is easier to dispose of a problem rather than run away. I learned that the hard way," he said, almost sadly, but his defenses swiftly rose again as he eyed the claws on the creature. At the mention that Quesnel and Cerise weren't a challenge, he felt slightly offended. But, perhaps, also relieved. Maybe he would spare them out of pity. But, seeing the mischievous glint in the creature's eyes, he greatly doubted that.

"Fair enough," he responded at the creature's refusal to give its name. Wouldn't Quesnel, had he been in the same place? No, he thought to himself. I would never go out of my way to kill, unless necessary. He glanced down at his battle axe, gleaming slightly in the faint light. The king wanted the beast dead. But what if... what if he chose a different path? What if he didn't have to kill anyone? He had spared others before. Gained their trust, led them away and made them swear they wouldn't torment them again. His mind was spinning. This always happened; he always overthought things, examining all of his paths in great detail to the point where his head began to hurt. Half of the time, he was completely wrong.

But it couldn't hurt to try.

Slowly and keeping his eyes on the creature before him, he lowered himself to the ground, laying his axe on the ground, a cloud of dirt puffing up as it thumped, the axehead clinging on a stray rock. When he stood, he saw Cerise staring incredulously at him (she was quite good at imitating human facial expressions). She shouldn't be surprised, though.

Pressing a hand to her shoulder, he urged her to lay down. It took a couple of nudges, but she reluctantly laid down in the dirt, her eyes still on the beast. "Cerise," Quesnel murmured, glancing down. She huffed, annoyed, and placed her head on her paws, now completely subdued. He hoped it would be enough. Maybe he wouldn't have to hurt anyone. That's not what She would want. He imagined the look on her face if she ever learned what he had done, is doing, will do. It made his heart wrench. This could be the end of his violence if this worked.

Please work.
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