la nuit du chasseur.
Billows of thick fog crept in, and with it, came a deathly silence. A feeling of suffocation rose up in your throat as you stepped through the village. The grass beneath your bare feet crunched noisily, the frost had made it hard and brittle. The night sky above was almost impossible to see through the impenetrable screen of fog. It had only been a few weeks since you had moved to the village, and your family had regretted it ever since. The people who lived in the small community had been quiet and treated you like an outsider from the second you came. But, you thought, they have a reason to. It's not like I belong here. Your voice carried a distinct sour note to it. You had come from a large, friendly town, and this was no place you wanted to be. But your Grandmother was ill, and she needed the quiet that came with living in such a small community. The nearest neighbor was a good mile away. Perfect for your Grandmother, but terrible in your opinion. You couldn't help but miss the town.
The village was so small it didn't even carry an official name. Many locals called it Hunter village. You couldn't help think that it held a deeper meaning. A cold feeling brushed over you, like a breeze had passed by. But the trees hadn't moved and the fog hadn't stirred. You glanced hesitantly behind you, only to find nothing. Hurrying now, you picked up your step into a slight jog. It had taken you several hours to get to the only store, and even longer to try and find your way home. The marketplace had been completely deserted and had forced you to head home empty handed. You had guessed at which path was the right one, and a few hours later, were starting to doubt your sense of direction.
The sudden smell of burnt hair pulled you from your thoughts. You turned around once more. Nothing. I'm losing it. You whispered, rubbing a sweaty palm against your shirt before moving on again. It had been no more than five minutes before the smell returned was accompanied by a a faint glow in the distance. A shiver ran down your spine. What was that? You stopped, and the second you did, the fog parted in front of you to reveal a massive beast.
With great glowing red eyes and a single curving black horn, the other of which was broken at it's base; the wolf-like creature stepped towards you with parted jaws. It took you a moment to register that it was speaking. Who are you? It rumbled in a particularly odd accent. It wasn't hard to tell the creature was female from the voice. I-I'm guest. You said, your words coming out jumbled up and hard to understand. It took another step forward and you fell backwards, onto your rear. L-leave me alone! You said and scrambled farther away, stirring the fog up. The creature sat down, calmly. You fell still and stared at her; she almost seemed sad, in a way. What do you want? You asked in a whisper. The beast looked at you with her glowing eyes. I... But she stopped talking and hung her massive head. Can I tell you a story? She asked, keeping her eyes on the ground. You couldn't help but feel sorry for her, despite not knowing a thing about her. Okay. You said though you didn't much care to stay put a heartbeat longer. She took a deep breath. Did you know? Today is La Nuit du Chasseur, the Night of the Hunter. She said, her voice rang with sadness. The Night of the Hunter?
I'm not exactly a friend, but neither am I a foe.
I appreciate you not running. But I can tell you don't know what I am. She said, quietly. You swallowed against a wave of fear. What was she, exactly, that you should be running from? You wrapped your hands around your legs and listened carefully to what she had to say, even if it wasn't something you wanted to hear.
Name: Siergra; a self-proclaimed name that she came up with to get rid of her true one.
Alias: Though she detests it, her real name is One, even though she is not often called by it, thus making it more of a nickname.
Pronunciation: |seer-gruh|
Age: Unknown by her or any creature.
Gender: Female.
Rank: Hunter's apprentice - number one.
Eyes: Red with tiny, circular pupils and a completely red sclera.
Vocals: Accented, quiet, unsure, thoughtful.
Base coat: Siergra's base coat is a dark purple, with an almost black spine that begins at her forehead and ends at the tip of her tail; her upper sides are also this color and are striped. Her underside is a bright, almost pink color that almost seems to glow with an ethereal light. The bottoms of her legs also have this pink color.
Markings: Siergra has a bright marking around her eye that continues down her cheek to her lower jaw, almost like the tear mark of a cheetah. She also has two darker spots on her shoulders.
Accessories/jewelry: Siergra wears several accessories, but the most noticeable one is her black collar that was given to her by the Hunters. She also has two different sleeves on her hind legs, and several bands on her forelegs. Siergra also has three piercings on each ear.
Extras: Being a Hunter, Siergra has pitch-black horns. Her's curve under her ears and end just by her throat. Her right one was broken during a particularly nasty spat with a fellow Hunter. Siergra also sports many scars, most of them received in the same manner as her broken horn. The most noticeable one is a claw mark across her face and throat. She also has a single black, leathery wing. One of the most noticeable things about her, however is her left foreleg, a section of which is pure bone with no fur, nor skin.
Personality: Siery is a kind soul, with absolutely no desire to hurt any creature. Yet she is forced to each moonless night. Cautious and eternally wary, her job makes her constantly nervous and on edge. Never letting her guard down, Siergra lacks a single friend and is constantly being punished for her misdeeds. She does long for friendship and pines for happiness, which she worries she'll never have. Despite all this, Siergra is determined not to break. The only other creature she ever connected with was her mentor, and only because she was forced to work with him. Terrified of Boss, everything about her hates her work and her fellow Hunters. She longs to be separated from them, even though she knows she'd never be accepted. She often makes the mistake of becoming friends with those she's sent to take the souls from which leads to failure.
Love: Though she strongly believes in it, she refuses to even trust a single soul.
Powers? Siery doesn't exactly have powers, only a few interesting quirks, like most Hunters.
I'm...not that strong.
But I should be. Siergra murmured, her eyes searching you with a deep sadness. But they seemed far away, as if she were staring at someone behind you. A chill crept down your spine and you peered over your shoulder, only to see more fog. Not very reassuring, you thought.
Level:3
Strength:11
Movement:9
Defense:7
Max Hit Points:23
Intelligence:52
What do I like? I'm afraid that's a hard question to answer.
It's not that I don't like anything... She murmured and shifted her weight to the other side. She closed her eyes, and the red glow was still visible from under her lids. You adverted your eyes, and stared at her one wing instead. Not any better, you thought dryly.
Likes:
the night,
fog,
rain,
the forest,
humans.
Dislikes:
daylight,
the other Hunters,
being a hunter,
the sun.
This is what I want to tell you.
I'm sorry if I frighten you. I wasn't meant to come here and talk. I was meant to...But she stopped talking and took a deep breath. You shivered uneasily as she prepared to tell a story.
(In the process of writing!)
Pictures of me tend not to show up very well.
I don't like to be photographed, but if it's for the best. You couldn't help but wonder who would /want/ to photograph her.
(Drag to the address bar for a full view.)
Reflections.
(Neomail CYM if you want to draw her and I'll throw it up here)
Please, Stay out of the fog.
It'll only lead to disaster for you and, she turned back for a moment to stare at you one last time. Her piercing red eyes seemed as if they were looking straight through you once more, stay inside on the Night of the Hunter. She murmured before seemingly dissipating into the night. Suddenly, the fog split, parting away for you and just ahead, you see your house. Her words rang in your ears and you got up and ran home as fast as your legs could take you.
credits
art, character and story all © to Cym, 2010 - 2011, except where otherwise credited.
thanks to 30 Seconds to Mars for inspiration~
original layout by nienkju, edited by myself.(:
