forum Hunter and The Hunted (closed but stalkers are welcome)

Started January 23, 2020 by @Hybrid-Is-tired

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Alright in about 2 hours or so I may post the opening IC post as Zerack. 3 more people can still join I just think I should start this before it loses momentum

The Lord of Shadows opened his eyes and stared down at the underling that knelt before him the master, his creator. They were in a place were there were no structures, no people, no animals besides feral shadows. hundreds of them in fact and their numbers would only grow.

"Today's the special day master. The day of your hunt." The simple shadow outline of a man told his master

The Master wore a nice suit, no armor to speak of. His skin was so unhealthily pale that some thought it was grey. His raven black hair looked as if it was cut using a shard of metal in the pure darkness of a moonless night. His teeth were perfect and white besides his canines that were fangs very much like a vampire's. His steel looking claws tapped on his white opal throne, the only structure in this desolate location.

"How many this year Slash?" he asked the shadow

"Well we managed to locate and capture the twins along with two of their friends. However that's not the best part hear this sir: We captured prey from other universes. Four of them to be exact. So master it's the same location and rules?"

"Yes Slash I already have blocked off about well more than enough forest for them to feel the illusion of safety. If anyone of them tried to break through my barrier…well you saw what happened last year." A wicked smile broke across The Master's face

Soon enough each of the prey in turn would wake up in a cage made of a weird slimy and stringy material, each one in a completely random location around the unknown amount of forest that would become a hunting ground.

(Dang, that was amazing to read. I wish I could do that!)

Why am I freezing? Erika slowly thought. Where's my bed? Dang it, did I fall onto the floor again?
However, as Erika slowly awoke, she felt-
"Eww, what is this?" And that's when she finally took in her surroundings.
Cage. Cage is bad. Cage made of gross stuff is really bad!
No, Erika. Slow down. This is fine, probably another one of your outlandish nightmares. As if to prove a point, Erika closed her eyes tight, opening them to find… The same exact scene. A gross, slimy cage and a forest outside of it.
Erika almost screamed. No, Erika, you must be mistaken. Perhaps it's a night terror, or a lucid dream, something you cannot easily wake from. Of course. Why didn't you think of that earlier?
Looking to her right, Erika found that she wasn't alone, Thank God, but as she took a closer look at the stranger, she flinched. He looked about the same age as her…and he had wings. Wings of what she thought were just fake feathers, but, it off curiosity, she felt them. They weren't fake.

Name: Roux (Pronounced Roo) Pack
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Genre: Dystopian Action Adventure
Sexuality: Straight
Likes: Not you.
Dislikes: Basically everything, including you.
Fears: Nothing, she welcomes death.
Other: She hates just about everything, she wont hesitate to slash your throat if you touch her. She's speaks her mind and calls people out when they're being stupid, she’s very blunt. She always has a weapon, always. She trusts no one, she likes no one, and if you think you know her and what she's thinking, you're wrong. She is very trust worthy even though she is quite rough and gets in a lot of fights. If you talk to her there is a 80% chance she wont talk back. She will go against orders, almost always. She is trained in boxing, wrestling, sword fighting, martial art, and many other fighting styles. She has long bright natural blonde hair, hard, killer gray eyes. She always wears black, always. her usual outfit is black doc martins, black shirt, black worn ripped jeans, and a black bomber jacket with blue patches.

The section of blocked off forest had a thin blanket of snow. The pure white was sure to not remain. The black ink like puddles left behind The Master's creatures were soon to mix into the snow, and crimson was sure to stain the innocently white forest floor for this was just part of his sick, twisted game that had been going on for about three years. The end result had been the same each time with minor differences. He made it completely fair and detests anyone who comments otherwise for even while the cage that held his prey was pretty disgusting it was not very strong and with a little force the bars would snap.

"I will wait until they all have awoken…it's only fair. Right Slash?"

"Of course Master" Slash bowed to the man on the throne "I will go and let you know when that happens" and with that the shadow vanishes, leaving only a black puddle on the ground

When Kade woke up, the cage he was in was moving. That was normal, right? Not only that, but it wasn't made out of metal - it was made out of fucking slime - and it would not break, no matter how hard he tried to break it with his powers. Not that they were very helpful or anything. Obviously, he hadn't touched it, because that was a terrible idea - what if it was poisonous? - but he had pushed his brain capacity to the very limit, trying to get it to move. Faint gold sparks snapped in the air, but nothing happened.

Growling, Kade started to pace around in a circle. He scowled around at his settings, although some very small part of him admired the beauty of the area.

Then he sighed. There were no sticks in reach to reach through the bars and grab, so he'd have to use his hands. Groaning, he reached to the bars, wincing as the slimy material squelched between his fingers, and tugged. They came apart easily, and he wiped his hands on his pants, shuddering in disgust.

Now where was he?

Oliver was slowly waking up, his pale wings slightly ruffling, and not wanting to get up yet. When his eyes finally adjusted, he immediately sat up, startled by his unfamiliar surroundings.
“What? Where in the-,” he started, right before he noticed Erika. “Who in the 75 moons are you?”
He blinked multiple times, trying to see whether all of this was fiction or not. Turns out it wasn’t. He pulled his hands off of the sticky cage, a bit disgusted and uncomfortable with this strange and sticky situation.

Slash had been given a job and he knew his ever life depended on whether or not he completed it to his master's liking. He first shifted out of the shadow of a bush the observe subject 024 and 026. They were awake but made no attempt to escape yet "Saddening…maybe we should have made the bars out of a more solid material…" He noted to himself before shifting into the bush shadow and out of a tree shadow. subject 025 had broken the bars "Hopeful" Slash mused as he hid in the shadow of the tree.

Name: Johnny Graves
age: just turned 17
gender: male
Genre: realistic fiction/tragedy
sexuality: straight/uninterested
likes: drawing, music, metal forge (details later), various weapons, mainly swords, puzzles, mazes, and for some reason slightly obsessed with watches.
dislikes: people, usually avoids most. also drama, and snakes.
fears: to be trapped/incaged/paralyzed. may welcome death, but hates to severely suffer
other: Johnny is "that one kid" that most knows of, but doesn't know much about him. a bit of an outsider, probably because he was bullied too much at a very young age. His parents have been dead ever since he was 5. He normally has a sword with him. He usually has a katana with wolf engravings, and sometimes has a much larger sword

I'm using my character Elemental Eyeball. (@Hybrid-has-been-busy I'll show you during lunch.)

Oliver was slowly waking up, his pale wings slightly ruffling, and not wanting to get up yet. When his eyes finally adjusted, he immediately sat up, startled by his unfamiliar surroundings.
“What? Where in the-,” he started, right before he noticed Erika. “Who in the 75 moons are you?”
He blinked multiple times, trying to see whether all of this was fiction or not. Turns out it wasn’t. He pulled his hands off of the sticky cage, a bit disgusted and uncomfortable with this strange and sticky situation.

Erika jumped, sprawling backwards.
"You-you're…you're alive?" Erika hadn't been paying attention to the boy's motions, and was taken off guard.
"I'm…Erika. Did you put me in here?" Erika's mind was still foggy, reasoning only fading away as this scene became her reality.

Name: Blake Kana

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Genre: Science Fiction/Dystopian

Sexuality: Unknown

Likes: Drawing/Painting/Writing, really any art form. Also engineering.

Dislikes: Large crowds, strangers, being unable to be creative

Fears: Darkness, heights

Other: Blake is a mechanic, but she also has fire powers. she mostly uses her fire for welding, but she can use it in combat situations. She lost her leg at a young age, and created a prosthetic leg that expands into a full-on mech suit. The mech suit is mostly weathered forest green and orange, with W.I.L.L.O.W stenciled on the front. It's mostly solar-powered, and the rest of the energy needed is provided by Blake's fire.
Blake herself is 5'2, with deep brown eyes, curly black hair, and light brown skin with freckles splashed across her face. She wears a white tank top with a camo bomber jacket and tan cargo pants, with the left leg ripped off up to the knee to show her prosthetic leg. She wears a black steel-toed combat boot on her right foot, and a tool belt with lots of pockets.

“Uhhh yes I’m alive, or else I would’ve not been breathing in my sleep,” Oliver answered, before he waved his hand around. “Anyway, the name’s Oliver, and no, I did not put us here in this situation. After all, why should I put myself where I’m stuck with someone whom I don’t know?” He started panicking a bit, wondering where the others went.

Blake stirred, her eyelids fluttering. Her fingertips drummed on the ground. Suddenly, she woke up with a start. "Where the hell am I?" Her deep brown eyes scanned the area. "I didn't fall asleep here. I know I didn't. Why am I here? Where is here?"

Name: Dare Revolute

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Genre: Mystery

Sexuality: Pansexual

Likes: tweed jackets, her enormous glasses, reading, mysteries, feeling like the smartest person in the room, cursive

Dislikes: feeling dumb, messy handwriting, bright sunlight, being left out

Fears: the dark, blindness, limb loss

Other: Losing her glasses is like the worst thing that could ever happen to her

Dare slowly blinked her eyes open and pushed her glasses up on her nose as she woke up. She felt something wet under her hand, and when she lifted it up to her face, her fingers were covered in some kind of sticky liquid. It was greenish-gray, and when Dare gave it a little sniff, it smelled citrus-y, like a rotting lemon. Tentatively, she stuck her tongue out and gave it a lick. “Blech!” she spat. That was disgusting! Finished with her observation, she decided to actually look at her surroundings. She was in a…. cage, perhaps, made out of the same sticky stuff. Dare didn’t recall entering the cage, so she was probably placed inside it by someone else. That fact worried her a fair amount.

Johnny was having a nightmare. Most of it was just a blur, but one thing stood out enough to remember. the shadows He jumped up quickly, and looked around because his surroundings were unfamiliar. why am I in a forest? It was hard for Johnny to see since he just woke up, and it was dark too. what am I in, a mud puddle? John stood up. well, at least I still have my sword. John went to stretch, but something hit his hand, and it wasn’t solid. It was a not even an inch above his head. umm, this is no mud puddle. his eyes finally adjusted. The only thing In sight was trees, and the goopy bars of the cage. There was no one around. There wasn’t even wind. so I’m alone here… he pulled out his sword. ..in the middle of the woods… he lifted it up, ready to swing. IN A FUCKING CAGE!!! he swung his sword at the bar with a lot of force behind it, but it stuck to the bar and sank in a little. The slimy bar spat the sword back out, leaving the bars unaffected and the sword unharmed. John picked his sword back up and slid it in the sheath on his back. fine, I’ll stay. John sat back down. good thing I’m wearing jeans and this jacket, I would hate to be touching this

Blake sat up, looking around the cage. There wasn't much to see, but she was interested by the slime. Blake pulled a small vial from a pocket of her toolbelt. She took off the cap and let some of the slime drip into the container, before capping it and putting it back into her toolbelt. "I'll analyze this when I get out of here. Whatever here is."

“Uhhh yes I’m alive, or else I would’ve not been breathing in my sleep,” Oliver answered, before he waved his hand around. “Anyway, the name’s Oliver, and no, I did not put us here in this situation. After all, why should I put myself where I’m stuck with someone whom I don’t know?” He started panicking a bit, wondering where the others went.

"Speaking of which, where are we?" Erika glanced around, daring to touch the cage that…was flexible? The 'bars' of the cage seemed to move at the light touch of her hand.
"Oliver, right? Good thing we're not trapped here-the cage is like string. I bet the slime keeps it all together." Sam paused, thinking.
"Why the cage? Why not just dump us here as is?" Sam talked to herself more than anything else.