evermore [open]

[Fang]

What seemed to fade was all of the past. Nothing would ever be able to happen again. The rain fell heavy from the dark clouds that rolled in the sky. The drops felt like sharp needles that fell fast into what ever was close. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. That was all that could be heard, it was waves of sounds that continuously were made. The air was maybe fresh, but cold. Fang was freezing cold,he rubbed his arms half the time, it was just so cold. His hair fell to almost over his eyes, he had broken his sword when he was trying to hunt with it, so it was useless. All seemed to be a blur from the rain that was making Fang feel worst by the minute. Soon enough he just ducked under one of the mainly tree and made his way up, higher and higher. He then found a spot where he could lay and not get to yet, he just wanted to escape the cold and the fear of his former allies on his his trail, even though Fang knew they weren't there, he could feel the burning of there eyes.

Cleaver and Dagger might as well go off and make themselves good again, find some new friends. Fang hoped that maybe one day if he was cleared, he could find them, but he doubted it, he knew that he was also seen as a threat, a big threat to them, when he wouldn't turn on them he was still seem as on. Now it seemed like sand blowing in the wind, gone.

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

Perhaps today wasn't the most nicest day for a walk. Seemed summer was taking a turn for the worse, it was unusually cold and it was raining pretty hard. Perhaps it was just a cold front storming through, anything else would be from magical means. And it certainly didn't come from her. She liked rain, but she didn't like to get wet, as it would usually ruin her hair and make it super difficult. And this wouldn't be the first time she was caught in the rain, at least last time she had ran for cover.
Today she wore he usual crazy attire. She wore a pair of black jeans and a blue poncho with a white t-shirt underneath. She had a small umbrella covering her head and a pair of small boots that she had found in the back of her closet.
The day was rather odd, it rain but you could see light peeking through mouse as if this weather was just an accident that needed fixing. The forest seemed to be unaffected though, still having its low roar of natural noise. But still, the rain did seem to suppress its usual call.
Luckily with her umbrella, she was safe from the sharp drops of water that somewhat seemed to hurt from what she could tell. Charlotte walked about the forest, the small splotches of light reminiscing to no more than specks as she ventured deeper into the woodland. The foliage grew thicker as she trudged onward, the trees growing taller and completely blocking her view of the sky.
The rain picked up and she found herself getting nowhere as she turned in nothing by circles. She gave a small huff of annoyance. She'd have to wait for the rain to stop if she intended on going home. Charlotte looked around, her eyes turning from a light blue to a stony grey. She was worried, not just because she had gotten herself lost, br for her sake as well. Who new what crazy ass monsters hid here, of course whatever monster presented itself she could more or less take care of herself, she wasn't completely helpless.
Nonetheless she looked for a place to shelter her, the only real overhanging she saw was an old elm tree. It looked tall, tall enough to catch most of the water from falling on her. Charlotte backed up, her back pressed up against the trunk of three, crossing her arms as she waited out the storm.

[Fang]

The rain was still pelting the ground and Fang was growing bored, he had nothing to do, but hide and some time, fight. "Lets see, I can kill them , only for survival, I can't whip them out. Uhh." Fang murmured. It was quite and if anyone was listening, they probably couldn't decipher it. Which was a good thing at this point. Somehow Fang knew he would have to get the blood of those he knew on his hands. Hopefully not Cleaver or Dagger. Life just seemed to get more complicated when it was being fine. Then he heard footsteps, and Fang knew that he maybe under attack from the hunters who have been chosen to terminate him. Damn it! I can't think for one second anymore it seems. Fang thought. He liked to say his plans out loud, it seem to make it easier to think, that was all and now someone was in the way. Quietly he crept on the branches to see who he was dealing with, it was a girl, long brown looking hair, but her face was still to be determined.

However, Fang knew that he had no time for that and tried to move silently, sliding out of the tree, but when he landed he made a sound and soon he was off. Hoping to escape who may just be a huntress of the organization. Fang wasn't really sure, but he wasn't sticking around to fine out in a near death moment. He would do possibly no good in battle, he had no weapon at the moment. His only advantage would be a power he didn't know about. his enchanted endurance. Fang could stay up for quite a while, it was somewhat a fall and a use. However right now he was dodging trees on legs that nearly wobbled and tipped him into the trees. Soon he slipped up, it didn't matter, he thought maybe he was far enough, but he knew he shouldn't go a step further, his legs were sore as they are and would become less of a use. The pain was harsh, there were cuts that were still slightly deep and dark purple bruises.

There was also the rain that made his muscles not want to move, making it sear. Fang knew that in the cold, it was almost a useless struggle, muscles stay together and were solid, trying to keep the human body warm.

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

Eventually Charlotte bored of standing and sat down on the large roots, allowing her leverage so she would t sit on the dirty ground. She would hate to get her pants dirty. At least from here she could properly enjoy the rain, outside and dry. Odd yes, but she was a rather quirky person any who.
She waited their, the rain neither letting up nor getting heavier. She gave an exasperated sigh, leaning back and smiling gently as the mist lightly touched her face. That's about the time she heard whispers, they were silent, worried whispers of planning, a sound she knew well. She looked, up her interest piquing, unfortunately all she could see were leaves.
Charlotte gave up, not really one for climbing anyways.
Thump!
She gave a small squeak as something fell from the tree. She looked up wide eyed, her eyes flashing to a vibrant amber in fear. She stood up, her hands scrunched up into small fists, up by her face in surprise. Charlotte saw that it was a boy with black hair, fairly tall by he seemed off balanced. She watched him stumble and finally fall a couple yards away. She leaned forward, taking a single step forward with high caution.
"A-Are you alright? Do y-you need any help?" She called, her voice hesitant but loud as she asks him. He looked rather frightened and frankly, hurt. Her eyes switched to a dark grey, like the clouds.
She came forward, her umbrella shielding her face. She gently held it out to cover half of his body, still cautious in case he meant her harm.

[Fang]

He picked himself up, he wasn't going to stay on the forest floor. Well it rained, that would be stupid and Fang knew that exposure was a killer. He had a feeling that someone was watching him, at his right, his head turned, but there was nothing it seemed. All he hoped was that it wasn't true, but that it was that damn girl, he had made a fool of himself, and now she was there and he thought she was a hunter. It was all one big stupid plan in his mind. If you call being hunted by people trained to kill monsters okay, then I am peachy. Fang thought to himself. "I am fine." He muttered, as he walked forward. He still wasn't sure if maybe this was a hunter, but he knew that he had never seen her before. Perhaps new recruits have been taken, if there were, he had no chance it almost seemed. His mentor had already been killed after being accused, he wasn't going to die the same way. Fang always would miss his mentor, he was the guy who pretty much raised him.

However he couldn't stay attached, all because he would be seen as weak. It was always the same, attachment was weak. Now he was moving, which wasn't smart and he knew it, trying to find a place to lie low.

[Charlotte H. Rayland]

Charlotte backed up as the man stumbled to get up, limping away with slight haste. She had to admit, even watching him get up was painful. She felt kind of bad that he had such a mind as to refuse a bit of help. Still, she wondered if she should follow after him...
She was in pretty good shape herself, having avoided and scuffles for he past couple weeks. She wasn't vey strong herself but she knew a few tricks that could help. Then again, she supposed it all depended on whether or not he accepted her assistance. She was no real hunter, in fact she wasn't a hunter at all. She got all her meats from the store, frozen and packaged as they should be.
Although she had no clue of what was running through this guys head.
Well, either way, Charlotte decided to follow him, hold her umbrella tightly in her hands as she walked after him.
It was getting darker and night would soon take over. She knew well enough nitro yay by herself in the forest, especially during a storm like this. Her pace quickened as the soft boom of thunder roared in the distance. She trailed after the stranger, better to be in a group.
"So uh, are you lost?" She asked, unsure of how to get the ball rolling.

[Fang]

Fang knew the further he got the better chance no one would find him, he didn't understand why he was accused for some reason, but who accused him in the first place? It couldn't be Cleaver or Dagger. Fang knew it was best not to think of it at this moment, he just wanted to get away. He had no weapons to defend himself, it would be hand-to-hand combat if he was lucky. The point was they wanted him dead, and he didn't want them to get the pleasure. The rain at least was still blinding, so it would be hard to see him if he was lucky that is. All Fang knew was that he had to escape there eyes if they were here. Then he heard steps and knew it was the girl again, why did people have to be so damn curious? "No I am not lost." He mumbled. "Why are you following me?" Fang growled as he began to walk once again.

[my muse disappeared because of hot weather. @.@]