𝔸 𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙

On feet as light as feathers he moved swiftly into the brush and moved like the wind into the deep woods.

He blinked a few times, only the slightest glimmer of a smile slipping across his face. He reaffixed the pack to his belt and nodded softly. No more words, he simply turned towards the lumbering beast in the distance and gestures forward with two fingers.

~

"Are we avenging the child's death? Or is there a reason this creature will kill again?"

Hands were on his belt, just long enough to retrieve a small leather pack. Alcohol, water, bandages. He passed the woman this back, keeping his distance. No desire to frighten or make her distrust him further.

🎨 Original by Emilio R. Camarena

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The adversary is Death. It is the reason Pelor shines, why the Zhents steal, why the dead sometimes walk. To stave off Death. It's why Mielikki has charged me with The Hunt.

I bring the Adversary with me, even as I resist it with all the grace I've been given.

--✨[̲̅T][̲̅h][̲̅e] [J][̲̅e][̲̅s][̲̅t][̲̅e][̲̅r]✨--
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𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 | 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 | 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
─ ·· · ── ·✶· ─ · ✨ · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·· ─
✘ - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤
✘ - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧
✘ - 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬
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-✨ 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐏𝐡𝐃 ⵑ ✨-

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦,
𝘐𝘯 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦-

🧹 Witch of Madness
🧹 MVRP
🧹 25+
🧹 SL's, Banter, etc

📻 25+ mun, she/her, GMT

"It smells blood."

And if by enjoy, one meant found them exhausting. But he was fine letting his actions speak more loudly than their words. Perhaps this one might see in time. Perhaps not.

"The beast approaches. It lumbers swiftly. I can hear it's claws raking at tree bark and tearing up roots as it runs."

~

"I was unaware humans had abolished slavery fully from the surface world to stand on such a high pedestal. If I am a slaver and a tyrant, so is every last child of Man from the Zhentarim to the jungles of Chult and beyond."

He always enjoyed these bits of stock banter and light hearted bigotry.

~

"I could be persuaded. A warm bed and roof is a welcome change of pace."

It was then she might not, the twin scimitars on his belt, the longbow, his quiver. He was armed like a one man army but wore only the lightest looking greens and wolf skins.

While his dark skin could not be mistaken for nearly anything else, the fire light and darkness gave it shades of purple and indigo. She saw a glimmer of purple gemstones under the hood in the dark. Eilistraee was not his patron, but the Moon Maiden's visage was always a kind and welcoming sight.

~

He pulled his hood further down over his face. He didn't want or need a passerby seeing him this deep in the city.

"Similar. Painful."

"I... I understand your position."

He understood this all too well. The demands the Hunter made of his body - it wanted feats of strength that his body could not muster. Not without giving into the Hunter fully.

"I understand what that's like. Te feel your body betray you. Differently, but..."

~

He spared the twitching Goliath a glance.

"A washed up warrior woman you height throwing a man of his girth as far as you did speaks more to the needing or rest and purpose, not retirement."

"You seem less washed up, and more beleaguered."

He tucked the water back into his cloak, looking into the doorway and beyond. He rarely entered such establishments... Not due to the business or the people who staffed it.

But because of the nature of their most common clientele.

~

⚔️ Trans femme writer here. I find the whole intersex/cock optional thing somewhere between deeply insulting and egregiously offensive. You do you, other trans femme people, but when your identity is optional I consider you a tourist. If I see you it's a block on sight.

"You keep calling me that like it means something."

He knew something was nearby besides them, and he turned his gaze the the south east.

"I came from a similar direction. I could smell the blood on the wind, and so can the predator you seek."

"Truly, heinous magic."

stolen

Tilting his head to the side he lifted on hand and gestured towards the North. "Blame the men of Ten Towns and their inferior mushroom brewery."

"You live. End game enough for a Hunter coming across a wounded warrior in the woods. We both life to hunt another day."

He stood back a dozen or so meters, arms folded under the shelter of the leaves, amethyst eyes peering from under his hood as she mended. At his disgust, he smirked.

~

"Healing potion. As common as a Waterdavian shard."

"If I wanted you dead, you'd have one of Goddess's arrows deep in your neck. But Mielikki does not wish it so. So let me tend your wounds before you are food for the scavengers."

He took three steps towards where she hid, and set down a ruby red vial of black and green tinted liquid.

~

"I appreciate it. But I don't drink. Not anymore, and not among strangers." He stood up with her, slender and dexterous hands reaching out instinctively to steady her - but seeing as she handled herself, returned to beneath his wolf skin cloak.

"Are you the bouncer of this establishment?"

"I smell blood. Are you injured?"

He lifts his hands from his blades, eyeing the rough area where she hid.

"You walk on two legs, limp with the left. That's serious bleeding for an elf, human - deadly for a halfling or a goblin. Let me help you."

His hood masked most of his visage, and the fire and candle light of the street made his skin hard to parse.

Drizzt, who had been walking by, crouched down beside them, back to the groaning and twisted Goliath. He took a knee, pulling out a flash of cool water and offering it to her.

"Rough places tend to leader to rougher nights. Are you're legs alright, friend?"

~

Drizzt's ears twitched at her voice, eyes scanning the treeline. The Hunter's voice cried out like a thunderstorm at the base of his skull.

"What is it?"

//for the new girl!