Tale of Hunters

[Alissa Ming]

The night was dark. Very dark. The year is 2018, present day. The white haired woman, with the black stripe in her hair, walked down the dark streets, about blending in and very hard to see in her black leather jacket, black leather shirt, and black leather pants. At her hip was a gun. She looked warily around, for witnesses. She had dirty business to do tonight. But it had to be done. In order to keep humanity safe, rogues, be them vampires, werewolves, or Myth Hunters, like herself, they could not be allowed to live. Of course, if this was a young one, new born, and she was quick enough, she might not have to kill the unfortunate creature. The Myth Hunters believed all life was precious. It would be a waste to kill a fledgling or pup that hadn't even had the chance to learn better. But if it, whatever she was chasing tonight, had already developed a taste for human that could not or would not be stopped, except by death, then what choice did she have?

She continued down the city streets, careful, wary, and ready.

 

[Arthur King]

"So, looks like it's going to be one of those nights, eh?" says a figure in the darkness, followed by a spark of light, temporarily lighting up a bearded face as he puffs on a simple, wooden pipe, catching the tobacco withing alight. He is dressed in a long, emerald green, hooded cloak, a beige tunic, and tan leggings, carrying a hand-and-a-half broadsword at his side. An old friend...a very old friend indeed. "Looks like you've already had a busy night of it, Karen," he says, standing and walking closer, his olive skin tone being thrown into relief when he walked out into the streetlights.

(just as a thought, maybe tag this as modern/urban fantasy, might either catch more eyes or at least forwarn them before they come to call)

 

[Alissa Ming]

Karen's eyes glitter as a smile tugs at her lips. "As you of all people should know, our work is never truly done, Sir Manthis. Rogues don't stop unless we stop them, and let's face it, only the Myth Hunters, and the fact that they would eventually run out of food keep most creatures in line. Without one or the other, or even both at once, the human race would have quite the chore surviving."