Hunt with the character above you [IC]

Yes yes hello!  I got some prompts for u NP:

Ros often hunts rats that live in his Old Chapel/Soup kitchen. He often also snags pigeon eggs out of their nest. You're allowed to drag his old boney ass into the forest for some good ol' poaching but he's be clearly our of his element 

OR...

interact with young Ros instead! His father is the Emperor's marksman after all! Meaning that Ros has some cool hawks (for hunting hares) and trained horses and dogs (for the bigger game) at his exposal. He HATES hunting though, because he 'hates' his dad (it's complicated.) younger ros would be around an age of 15/18 here, still has two eyes and has an even bigger brattier attitude.

Both versions of this character will refuse to hunt people, even for bounty.

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AFSDA POOR WES 😔👌

Wes was charmed into making a bet. And then he lost.

His lips tugged downward into an involuntary scowl, unsure if it was because of the near win in Blackjack, Roswell, or the not-so-pleasant state of the kitchen. There were visible rats scurrying on the floor, and a few suspicious people loitering around the area. He wouldn’t be very surprised if this was a secret cult. Or a casual hangout for organized crime.

“Is it always–” He huffs when he accidentally smears a glob of peanut butter into the sleeve of his jacket, “this infested with rats here?” Wes asks, a little incredulously. 

It’s been a while since he’s set up these traps, but he does remember a few things, including that rats are really, really annoying to catch. He briefly glances at Roswell, checking if he’s had any luck with his Preferred method of getting rid of these pests. “I’m going to set up a few more traps around the kitchen. Could you give me more bait? Variety would be better.”

note for np! idk if this is allowed (tell me if not), but wes is more likely to hunt for information than he is hunting animals (but your oc could still rope him into it. he just won’t like it). 

you’re free to pick from the af tag if you can’t come up with an idea for him! 

morriermaggot [Pinged since it's been a bit]

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"Great skies above, shaddup, would'ja?"

Aspen rolled her eyes and slotted a cartridge into her rifle. From the moment she'd set eyes upon this kid she'd knew he'd be a handful, but her grandfather had insisted she drag this kid he somehow knew on a duo hunting trip with her. Something that was supposed to have previously been a solo trip, but Aspen didn't bring this up to her pappy. She knew he'd just give her a look and shove the kid onto her even more. Which in Aspen's opinion, Wes didn't look like he wanted to be here in the first place. Aspen could hardly blame him, she felt the same way and wished she had dropped him off somewhere that he'd have a bit more fun than out in the woods.

She glanced at Wes, which it didn't seem like he was about to make another snarky comment. Aspen hoped he wasn't. She had previously thought the kid was shy and wouldn't bother her for the majority of the time they were together, but the kid was quite the smartass for a little anti-social introvert. Aspen dimly wondered if they were all like that, but then realized exactly what her grandfather was trying to do.

Though if Morgan thought she and Wes would work well together because of their somewhat similar personalities, he was far from the mark.

In reflection, she could have been a bit kinder when telling him to keep his tongue still, but there was a group of deer, both does and fawns, within sight and she didn't want to risk spooking just one of them. Flighty things would take off at even the slightest notion of there being a threat.

Aspen took a deep breath, and exhaled through her nose, keeping just enough sense to not loudly huff. She shifted and despite the fact that she and Wes were already crouched low in the cover of a thicket, she tried to make herself appear smaller.

"See the doe that's favoring one of her legs?" Aspen whispered, hoping she was just loud enough that Wes could hear. "She's the one we're after." Even if she hadn't been exactly the kindest so far, she could at least still try and make this a teaching moment. Wes didn't say a word, and she didn't look at him to see if he was pulling a face at her. Perfect.

Aspen took another breath, released it, and squeezed the trigger.

The rifle let out a loud crack, and the shot zipped just past the doe's head, close enough that the wind from it definitely stirred her fur. The deer's heads all shot up simultaneously and after a split-second of hesitation from all of them, they bolted into the woods. Aspen swore under her breath and went to quickly reload another shot, but her thumb got jammed between the mechanisms and she yelped, drawing her hand back to watch an ugly splotch that would form an equally ugly bruise appear on her nail.

Wes snickered and said something that Aspen knew was another smartass comment, but she didn't hear it over the sound of her face flushing in embarrassment.

"Let's go find some more." She muttered. 

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NP: Please ping me!

Commodore (aaa hope this is alright. I might re edit stuff tomorrow, since I’m fallin asleep on this one ahah)

Illanya eyes the rifle from where she’s crouched in the bushes, bow in hand. She was trying to be fair about it. It was a valuable tool she supposes, even if most of the instances she’s seen such weaponry weren’t exactly pleasant memories. Most were small pepper boxes or flintlock pistols so the variation was nice at least.

The knight had been fairly insistent on keeping Aspen from firing the thing. It was so damn loud she wouldn’t have been surprised if it scared off anything worth going after if it was shot. Maybe towards the end, if she can manage it.

Illanya shifts on her feet surprisingly silent in the underbrush. She’d abandoned the plate armor for something leather, and most importantly, silent. The greens and browns of her clothing and furs kept her unnoticed by their quarry. Carefully tracking and leading, occasionally letting her companion call the shots had finally led them to a decent clearing. One where they could watch carefully as the herd finally moves in this direction. 

All culminating in this moment, a doe lining up perfectly with the two’s line of sight. Illanya notching her bow back, and Aspen readying her rifle. The knight can hear as her companion’s breath evens out, slowing as focus overcomes the two. If the deer gets too far, it’s Aspen’s shot. That was what they agreed upon. Almost too eagerly, the knight prepares to fire… and jumps when a faun prances out. 

The huntswoman jerks and her arrow flies awry, whizzing past leaves and trees before lodging deep into a tree, far away from the doe. The deer perks upwards, weary and Illanya clamps a hand over her mouth in frustration, barely concealing her anger. She can see Aspen preparing to go after self same does, when Illanya sees it. A new rustle in the underbrush

Just through the trees, farther than she can easily shoot, is a beautifully large stag. Silently, Illanya grabs at Aspen’s rifle, and gestures wordlessly to the stag in question.  Leaning back and closer, her voice just barely over a whisper.

“Your shot. I missed mine so it’s only fair. You got this.” She mutters quietly, turning back to watch the stag. It may not be how she, or her patron god would have hunted. But she could respect Aspen’s skill at the very least.

Trusting she landed the shot, that is.

@ NP: Illanya doesn’t hunt often, and due to her patron deity, she tends to act a really respectful of nature on hunts. Will literally do an offering after a successful kill because of it. Illanya primarily hunts with a bow in those circumstances. She might also hunt as part of a mission or “quest” so that’s an option too! Either way! Have fun^^

(hope this is good, i'm writing with one braincell) 

Forest. The word was a place Brandy associated with peace, quiet, and the presence of Artemis. For the past few days, though, she transformed into a stoic battlefield where she hunted. Throughout her travels, there was one person to keep her company: an unnamed lady that she simply referred to as the Bride.

Saying the experience was odd would be an understatement. How the two met was interesting in itself: Brandy just saw her walking along and asked what she was doing. However, the girl couldn't remember her answer. She was too busy staring at the Bride, wondering how someone who seemed to be traveling had such a perfect and collected appearance. Not similar to a strong warrior type who killed in cold blood, but rather a beauty comparable to a (concerningly) well kept and polished porcelain doll. It was unsettling.

The more time they spent together, the more fearful the hamon warrior became of the Bride's unknown history. Especially when the Bride made it clear she hated being near campfires. Last time Brandy had to deal with someone who hated fire, she found out a lifetime's worth of trouble behind their past. Was the Bride hiding something similar? If so, the hamon warrior wanted to help in any way possible.

As the two trudged through the forest, the Bride pointed out a deer sipping water by a stream. An idea sparked in Brandy's head.

"Alright," the girl turned to the Bride, "could you do me a favor and watch closely? I'm pretty sure you don't fight or hunt, but I would like to teach you. The skill I use is good for not only getting food, but also for general self defense. It's a breathing technique." She inhaled  and channeled the flow of hamon to her fingertips, energy sparkling and fizzing in the air around them. "It looks dangerous; I promise it's not. Here."

Brandy crept up on the deer. With a swift movement, she touched her prey and watched as its body was paralyzed yet unharmed. Then, the hamon warrior took out a blade and ended the animal's life.

The girl walked back to the Bride with the deer's corpse in tow. "If we have time tonight, I'll show you how I use it. Don't worry, it won't take up too much time," she remembered that the Bride seemed to be fond of looking at the night sky, "and we can stargaze afterwards."

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np: her patron goddess is the goddess of hunting so go wild, you can even hunt vampires with her

Vampires. Nathaniel's fingers were clamped around the handle of his harpoon, sweat darted on his arms. The ice cold of the evening tickled his soaked skin. Making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Blood had caked under his fingernails. A small wound darted his lower arm. He looked Brandy over. This 17 year old, who was hunting vampires with him.

"Your cloak," he said. "Who gifted it to you? Did you make it yourself? It… shifted," he recalled. Nathaniel frowned. As he forced himself to think. To remember what just happened. An ambush. They had been in an ambush, vampires had known they were coming. Those beastmen had attacked them from the city roofs. Something had hit him, Nathaniel's gaze shifted back to the wound on his lower arm. A gasping slash with ruffled edges.
Blood.
It had triggered something in the attackers but, Nathaniel's gaze shifted back to Brandy. She'd used her cloak. He shook his head. Lifting it, as he lifted his gaze to the many surrounding rooftops. "I've never hunted vampires before," he said. Nathaniel sniffed. His mouth twisting in a snarl. "But I can sense them, they are near." Determine he pushed forwards. His eyes were still tracking the rooftops. His teeth bared.
"It's hard to describe," Nathaniel said. "But it feels like sandpaper scratching my skin. Like seeing a wrong thread in a tapestry." Nathaniel slowly lifted his harpoon. "Like hearing the wrong chords in a symphony. It irritates me," he said. "Frustrates me," he added before he angled his head west. Ah. Something twisted in Nathaniel's chest as he looked into that direction. His heart started to race. His mouth water. He let out a disapproving snarl. There.

Nathaniel turned on his heels to face Bradly again.
"There is a den in the next street. I am sure of it." he nodded. "You have more expertise with these creatures. Tell me how we can flush them out."

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Why was Adonis hunting a woman? At this point he had no idea. He and Tarojin assumed when Renard was referring to hunting, it was the typical bear hunting kind. Or in Tarojin's occasionally deprived and feral mind, people. So it was just like that, he was thrown into working with Renard. What was he supposed to even do? What was the point?

He couldn't understand the motive. Renard was too mysterious. So perfect that instead of comforting him like most normal people it made him uncomfortable. Why would a man like him need to hunt anyone? At least when it came to his travel partner he showed his true, awful colors. A disgusting and dangerous man that didn't care to see others suffer. Just wanting to consume what he could if that meant he'd get stronger. No remorse or mercy. 

It's weird because as much as he hated him he found a way to become familiar to all the suffering that followed the man. It was normal. It was comfortable. It was familiar...

His eyes were glazed over yet if one looked close enough there was an obvious focus in them. A focus where all humanity escaped his consciousness and his brain became that of a predator. So this is the woman? He took out his blade, sharpened just enough to easily slash through skin and bone. Hopefully he'd get a limb out of this. Tarojin would be thrilled if he did.

And if he came up with nothing... Actually that's a possibility he didn't want to consider.

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@ new person: Adonis hunts for Tarojin and typically hunts larger animals. Occasionally will hunt bears 

And if Tarojin is really hungry, he'll hunt an angel or a demon for their wings or horns for him

"Have you ever hunted a butterfly before?"

When Adonis first heard Artemis's question, he thought she was insane. Butterflies are itty bitty insects. They are completely harmless creatures. What could possibly be dangerous about butterflies? Their arrival at the hunting site quickly proved him wrong. Instead of the tiny winged creatures that he was anticipating, he was instead met with a flying behemoth of dappled brown, gray, and red. He watches as a mass of amateur hunters try their shot at the creature only for it to dive in and ambush them, each one met with either the sting of its venom or the tear of its beak. With the rest of their surroundings being nothing but gray stones and rocks, there was no good hiding place.

Now this is the kind of hunt that he's used to.

Artemis finishes loading her rifle with a satisfying click, an eerily calm smile upon her screen. "The weak points are the joints connecting the wings to the main body. Everything else is much too durable," she says as she crouches close to the rocks. "When it flies by, tell me when to shoot." Adonis looks behind himself and sees Tarojin lounging behind the two. Perhaps one of the butterfly's wings would suffice his neverending hunger for the timebeing. Hell, maybe the entire thing.

@np: artemis will hunt anything

“We’d be so rich when we find this beast,” Leika said. She held up a small piece of paper . A rained over flyer. On it was a sketch of a marvelous creature, fur and galore. A cat, miss Nuzzles, that unfortunately went missing. “We get even more if we bring it back alive! So no rifles,” she told Artemis with a firm head shake and a well knowing look at her rifle. “This here,” she slapped the paper, “is a real trophy hunt. Its owner, Bethania,” she paused. “Well she, Bethania _{I don’t know about Nuzzles’ financial status}, rich, and I want to impress her. She’s cute too.” Another long pause. “Bethania, I mean.”
Leika rolled up the paper before crumbling it and stuffing it in the pockets of her jacket. “And you’re a contracted bounty hunter. You better not let me down.” 

The viera glanced down at the piece of paper in his hand. " 'Twould seem that the villagers ran into another horrid beast that they want to be rid of. Apparently it's disrupting village's trading routes and they're offering a hefty sum for whoever can take it out." He scratched his cheek as his brows furrowed slightly, deep in thought for a moment before he spoke again, looking at Leika who was in front of him.

"While I could and would have taken this bounty alone in the past, I do enjoy having company. Besides.. my tracking skills and your marksmanship.. it would be child's play, really." He continued. It was a partial lie with an embedded truth. He did enjoy people's company but ever since his eye got injured, his aim with a bow had been... really off and he could use some help for that reason.

"We can split the profit 50/50, what do you say?"

Claim!  Love reviving old threads with new character, and Narfi is great for my one of my only DnD-esque character))

She was quiet as she stayed crouched near N'arfi, hunting was something entirely new with Ciri, but now that she was out traveling, it was a necessity to learn when stuck out and away from any civilization. As much as she wanted to blast the squirrel they were staring down with an ice bolt, that would just burn the meat and ruin the already small morsel they could get from the kill.  N'arfi was much skilled then her, and before Ciri would try anything on her own, she'd watch and learn from the viera first, a squirrel would be child's play compared to what he probably normally dealt with. 

The arrow was drawn, and released in quick succession, N'arfi having done so flawlessly, making it look easy, but Ciri wondered if it really would be all that easy for her.  Well, only one way to find out.

"Ah... my turn is it?" She looks at her own bow and frowns, she was used to dealing with swords, "Well, guess I'll give it my best shot, should we go somewhere else?  I don't really see anything else around to shoot..." She didn't know how to track animals either, obviously. Not a single clue about looking for tracks.

NP: Ciri is cringe at hunting animals, but needs to sometimes for food, please help her out.