.::Running::.(Open to all Talents and Seekers) Sign-Up and RP Thread

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    Storm raised an eyebrow at all the noise in the distance. He flipped a page of his book again, annoyed.
    OOC: HOW MANY PAGES ARE IN THAT BOOK D8

    (Lol idk, like a million?!)


    Aim's whole body went rigid. They could be captured any second. Callum could get killed...she held herself to make sure she wouldn't dart out after him. A nearly impossible task.

    XD


    ic: Callum ducked into another cave. One down. One to go. The other, however, seemed quite ready to rip out his entrails.

    Aim gripped the cave. It shook. Warmth burned her wrists and her palm as the rock turned bitterly cold. Shoot! she cursed when she realized what she had been doing. She glanced around, curling up even tighter and gripping a small dagger.

    "I know you're there." the shifter said in a sing-song voice. "Come out, little boy! Or I'll come in there and eat your heart for supper!"


    Callum wormed deeper into the hole, away from the seeker.

    Seneca was now crouched over the seeker that had been knocked out. Judging by the earlier conflict, he assumed they were chasing some other talents. "Mm...I really want to go after them...,but a snack sounds rall nice right now..." He thought. A sharp bit of iron materialized in his hand. He cut into the unconscious seeker, pulling out a large chunk from the shoulder. He cut away the wolf pelt part, and threw it back. "At least that will prevent him from bothering me..." Seneca mumbled. Tossing the iron away, he entered the cave chewing on the meat.

    The smell of raw flesh made Aim push her jacket sleeve to her nose. She heard the sound of tearing flesh. Oh my gosh... she thought in horror, and pushed against Callum to try and get away from the sound. It was going through one of the tunnels way too close to the tunnel Callum and her had squeezed into. She closed a hand on her dagger, horror in her wide, disbelieving eyes.

    "There's at least two people in here...one seeker and one fleeing talent..." Seneca thought to himself , finishing off the rest of the meat in a single bite. "Which means the rest is a game of chance." He began whistling a eerie tune, and dropped the staff so it was dragging along as he walked. "Now let's see who bites first..."

    OOC: EEK! Flooded! Gonna assume I'm still with Aim!


    Brindle and Tawny stood close behind Aim. THis was crazy! Tawny thought fighting back the urge to light up her fingers.

    The sound came closer. "Brindle. Tawny. Don't move, but try to stay away from the middle of the cave. Don't reply to this. Don't come to me," Ilia said in a deadly quietly voice, hoping the Seekers outside won't hear. Whatever the sound was coming from, it surely wasn't a Seeker. Aim lifted her dagger, it's silver blade glistening in the dim light. She shrugged against Callum, as if to protect her friend from the oncoming, unknown foe. "Who goes here?" she whispered softly, eyes flashing towards the sound.


    (What does Seneca look like?)

    Aim blinked and turned away from the oncoming sound for a moment. A....a dog? she thought, wondering what in the world a dog is doing here. Then a thought came to her mind. "Are you one of us?" she whispered, feeling a tad stupid. She motioned to the frost on the cave which hadn't been there until she had touched it.

    The dog started to chang, the fur changing to a dark blue hoddy, the back paws extending into feet andthe muzzle shortining to a nose. "As in 'one of us' you mean.... what?"

    "We don't have time for this." Callum said in a low voice, knowing that whispers carried too well to be trusted. "There's only one seeker out there now-we have to get past her, fast, before a few dozen more show up. And most of them aren't inherently claustrophobic."


    As the dog approached he tensed. "As in 'are you a talent or that seeker who was outside'?"

    "I don't know, but you're right! We don't have time for this. We need to get out of here. Out of either the man-eating being or the Seeker, I'd rather take the Seeker. Follow me." Without warning, she darted out of the Fist.

    "We can talk about this later!" she hissed as she stood outside the Fist. "Now, get out of here before we all get killed! ALL of you!"

    "hmm Is there any way I can help? I may not look like it but I'm one great fighter. I've spent the last 10 years living in the wild so If theres any thing I know, its fighting or hunting.