OOC- Since nobody is posting, I shall add on the the other post.
IC- A black shade moved through the midnight trees, silently, stealthily, quickly. Turning its head to the sound of a robin, it showed its masked and dull face to the trees and the robin. Crouching down, he crept over to where the red bird had landed and waited. When it had turned its feathery back to him, Garret unstrapped his claymore quickly and quietly and with a quick jump, was right under the prey. With a brief, instinctive twitch, he felled the bird and landed right side up on his hind paws, perfect balance.
Knelling down to inspect the bird, he, seeing that it was good, pulled out a straw bag and placed it in with out much care for it and, stuffing it back into his waist bag, continued its hunt for that black squirrel.
Having almost completing it's mission the day before, he was determend to finish it with a clean report…... and the disk.
With the silvery moon light glinting of his collection of swords strapped to his back, it created a breif flash to the red kite perched up on a high branch.
Jarren's sleep was restless, seeing the black menace enter his house, Kill his two brave sons with a twitch of his mussels..... All through it he was rolling and tumbling. After many hours of torment, Murium, his beloved squirrel wife, appeared to him and beckoned in warning. "Jarren......Jarren." The large squirrel shifted sharply, but still he didn't wake from his horrendous dream. "Protect....."
Even though he was still very tired, he awoke, cold sweat trickling down his throat and head. At that instant, he was aware.
He didn't have to see the mercenary to know that he was there. He could feel the evil in the air, moving in the slow breeze like an oder. Quickly sitting up, he clutched his arm in pain. Pushing the shinny dome into he earth where he had slept, he pushed the dirt over it and Raced on through the woods, looking back reluctantly. As a dart wizzed by his head, he picked up his speed and took a sharp right hand turn......which was a mistake.
There stood the black shade, gripping the long sword that was strapped to his sheet covered back. Those hipnotic eyes found his, the red bright spheres in the rising sun. With a quick and strength filled motion, the mercenary ripped the sword free and dealt the killing blow.
Jarren fell to the ground and went limp. His eyes glazed over and in his dieing mind, he was running towards his dead wife.
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It was full sun and the life in the woods where brimming with life. The birds were singing and insects were buzzing. Heavy foot steps sounded and rippled through the forest ground. there was a brief pause before a pause echoed through the woods at the site of something shiny protruding from the ground.
"What in Swart's fire is that?"