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A after battle drink. by MRdrawordie3 A after battle drink. :iconmrdrawordie3:MRdrawordie3 2 1
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Log House
The sun has set.
The moonlight is blocked by clouds.
And the animals stayed silence cause of the rain that fell and the occasional lightning strike.
At this time of night, every one stayed inside their shelters. At least the ones that had one.
Two young girls were walking thought a forest.
Two young girls with no place to call home.
Two young girls with no family besides each other.
Two young girls that were walking during the rain because they didn't have the energy to run to somewhere to hide from the rain.
This two girls who looked almost the same as each other walked without a plan.
Walked without knowing what they will do if they get to see tomorrow.
They walked because they had no other choice but to walk.
They walked until one of them, the one with a ponytail, knees gave out and fell on wet muddy ground.
"Sis!" - The girl with long unkempt hair screamed hearing the sound of her sister falling to her knees.
"I'm fine. I'm fine..." - The girl with the ponytail said to calm her sis
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Ch. 6.2 - But are we the hunters or the prey?
Jag throws four of his knifes at the beast's legs. All four hitting their marks making the beast fall forward. Sylvia taking this opportunity, swings her scythe downwards in front of Jag and then upwards into the beast neck.
But the demonic turkey flaps his wings, creating a wind strong enough to send itself away from Sylvia and sending her backwards into Jag. Jag catches Sylvia and then quickly puts her back on her feet.
The demonic turkey now was barely able to stand and move thanks to Jag's knifes. But it didn't matter, because it had the ability to attack from afar. As the beast was about to send another wind blast at his attackers, Jag screamed at Sylvia telling her:
"Move around it! He can't move so just tired him out!"
The beast send a powerful current of wind at Jag and Sylvia as Jag was telling Sylvia what to do. But both of them were able to move out of the way of it. The wind was so strong that it was able to uproot the tree that it hit.
Jag and Sylvia runned circles around
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A VERY bumpy start. by MRdrawordie3 A VERY bumpy start. :iconmrdrawordie3:MRdrawordie3 1 52 A bumpy start. by MRdrawordie3 A bumpy start. :iconmrdrawordie3:MRdrawordie3 0 39 Start by MRdrawordie3 Start :iconmrdrawordie3:MRdrawordie3 0 48 Start by MRdrawordie3 Start :iconmrdrawordie3:MRdrawordie3 0 30 No one has authority over the Wind to restrain it. by MRdrawordie3 No one has authority over the Wind to restrain it. :iconmrdrawordie3:MRdrawordie3 1 1
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Ch. 6 - But are we the hunters or the prey?
Some go after their prey alone.
Some go after their prey in a pack.
And usually, the prey is caught and killed by the hunter.
Chapter 6 - But are we the hunters or the prey?
Morning, 9:30 A.M. after breakfast. That was the time Jag and Boris agreed to go after the demonic turkey last night. All members of Boris's family get up around 6:00 A.M. to prepare to serve their guests. And Boris needed three hours to convince his son and daughter to do his chores for the day as he went to the nearby forest to hunt for more flesh meat for the guests. His dauther was suspicious about her father's reasoning since meat wasn't something they were going to lack anytime soon and refused to do his work without him telling her why he's going to the forest.
Boris didn't want to tell her the truth because it would worry her to death because he was in no shape to be even close to a fight with a creature like the demonic turkey. And after hours of politely asking failed, Boris had to stick with his lie and
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Jag's Bio
Name: Jag Solnado Avila
Nickname: (Doesn't have one)
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Birth Date: 28th of January, 555 A.G.W.
Blood Type: B-
Height: 1m 82
Weight: 63 kg
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Blond
Armor, Weapons & Skills:
- A light brown leather chestplate. 6,5cm thick compacted animal lether that protects the chest and back of the wearer. Light enough to not affect movement of the wearer but it will only protect him from claw swipes from the wild animals since it doesn't take much strength to pierce the armor with a blade.
- Twenty two small throwing knives that are inside his two chest straps.
- Capable of throwing a knife faster then most people or High Beasts can react.
Personality: Snarky and playful.
Resultful in a pinch if he can't talk his way out.
Jag knows what he likes and what he wants, and he isn't afraid to fight or in some cases, just take what he wants if he doesn't have the coin for it. Although ever since meet Mikael, he's been stealing less and less.
When he's not at the job
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Sylvia's Bio
Name: ??? (Sylvia forgot her own name over time.)
Nickname: Sylvia. (A name that a mercenary named Jag gave her once Sylvia forgot her own name. Jag thought this nickname suits her well.)
Age: ??? (Age wasn't something Sylvia was keeping tracked. She is noted to be around her early twenties according to Jag.)
Sex: Female.
Birth Date: ??? (Sylvia doesn't know the day of her birth.)
Blood Type: O-
Height: 1,52 m
Weight: 53 kg
Eye color: Brown.
Hair & fur color: Brown.
Favorite color: Blue.
Armor, Weapons & Skills:
- A sword made out of stone that became blunt after time and use. Because of the bluntness of the weapon it will most likely break bones then stabbing someone. Sylvia obtained this weapon after a fight against three wolfmen.
- A advance mechanical scythe that can be manually folded into a compact rectangle for easy carrying. Despite being one and half meters long it is surprisingly light, only weighing a bit over 18 kg. It's completely made out of metal and somehow the scythe b
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A after battle drink.
Two protagonist of two fan games chatting about protagonist problems.
The one with the left is Vero from Pokemon Reborn.
The one with the right is Aevis from Pokemon Rejuvenation.

Aftermath of this.

A: So. You're like, Arceus kid who was wished down by a Jirachi?
V: I don't know. Maybe? And are you like a doll given life by Xerneas?
A: Not sure. It's either that or black magic.
V: ..... To the chosen ones.
A: To the chosen ones.
Clink lemonades.
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The sun has set.
The moonlight is blocked by clouds.
And the animals stayed silence cause of the rain that fell and the occasional lightning strike.

At this time of night, every one stayed inside their shelters. At least the ones that had one.

Two young girls were walking thought a forest.
Two young girls with no place to call home.
Two young girls with no family besides each other.
Two young girls that were walking during the rain because they didn't have the energy to run to somewhere to hide from the rain.

This two girls who looked almost the same as each other walked without a plan.
Walked without knowing what they will do if they get to see tomorrow.
They walked because they had no other choice but to walk.
They walked until one of them, the one with a ponytail, knees gave out and fell on wet muddy ground.

"Sis!" - The girl with long unkempt hair screamed hearing the sound of her sister falling to her knees.

"I'm fine. I'm fine..." - The girl with the ponytail said to calm her sister's fears. "I just... Just need to rest..."

"Here. Grab on to me..." - The girl with messy hair said to her sister as she lifted her sister's right arm over her shoulders and helped her get up.

These two poor, young girls were... Unwanted. By all except by each other.

These two, who named themselfs Nora and Alex, had nothing but their soaked torn clothes and worn out backpacks that they found on their travels. And each other...

Rain drops and strings of their blond hair got into their eyes as they marched on.

And as they leave the forest that they were traveling in, they see in the distance a large log house on top of a small hill.

"Hey sis." - Nora called out to her half asleep sister.
Which Alex responded with a simple moan as she looked up to her sister's face.

Nora pointed at the log house by moving her head at the direction of the hill. Waiting for her sister to agree to break into it.
Alex then slowly let go of her sister's support, and stooded on her own feet again and nodded once to her sister.

The two then walked up the small hill and looked inside the house.
It was dark, but it had furniture. Meaning there might be somewhere living inside.

As they walked around the house, Alex noticed the front door was open.
She then signaled her sister with arms movements.
Which then the two walked into the house.

The two girls stood still close to the door.
Waiting for any sound.
Looking for any movement.
Ready to get the hell out of there if any guard dog showed up.

As they wait, the water in their soaked bodies ran down to the wooden floor tiles. Making a small puddle of water where they stand.

After a minute or two of waiting they moved again. Nora signaled her sister to search the bottom floor of the house as she went up the stairs to see who or what was inside this house on the second floor of the house.

On the first floor of the house, Alex went thought the living room, bathroom and most importantly the kitchen.
In the bathroom she took a towel and quickly rubbed her hair and body with it. After she was done she took another towel with her.
And in the kitchen she took some candles, and all the fruit that was on a bowl in the middle of the kitchen and the food that was on the fridge.
With her she had a backpack full with apples, oranges, bananas, dried meat, packets of milk and water, cheese and other foods that Alex didn't even know what they were called.

Upstairs, Nora found four rooms. One was empty, the other was filled with random junk and trinkets, one that had nothing but a single plastic pool in the middle of it... Which was filled with water for some reason. And the last one looked like someone's room...
In this room there were weapons. Swords, axes, spears, whips... And different kinds of chest armor were on display on shelves, right next to a collection of funny looking hats...
Besides this, there was a single bed big enough for only one adult and a few drawers next to said bed.
Nora opened the drawers...
It was filled with clothes that ranged from cool looking to a crime against fashion.

Nora released a sigh of releave...
"Either this is someone's summer home or the dude that lives here left for at least this night..." - Nora thought to herself.

She then grabbed one of the shirt in the drawers, a bright red fuzzy shirt and dried her hair the best she could with it. After she was done with that she tossed the shirt to her left side and then removed her soaked shirt and tossed next to the red shirt.
Half naked she looked for a shirt that wasn't at least three times her size. She eventually gave up and decided to wear a black long sleeve shirt. Which was three and a half sizes too big for her.

Nora then walked back down the stairs to see her sister eating a whole wheel of cheese that was the size of her head.
Alex then tried to talk.
"Whaz sumhenome shlebbing oub thelle?"
The words came out wrong because of her mouth full of cheese.

"Nah. We're safe for now sis."
But Nora understood perfectly what her sister meant.

"Ackwzome! What onxe?" - Alex offered both the extra towel she took and a different wheel of cheese to her sister. Which she gladly took.

The two then sat in the middle of the living room, lighted a few candles and put them around them and eat what Alex found.

"There's clean clothes upstairs, but as you can see..." Nora lifted her arms above her head to show just how ridiculously big the smallest shirt she found was. "They're way too big for us."

"Who cares? Better then this rags." - Alex responded as she slapped her still soaked torn shirt.

"And there's also a collection of weapons upstairs." Nora said with a a hint of fear in her voice. "We should get going soon."

"I'm not going back out there in the rain! Also... Can we take any of them with us?" Alex asked as she opened a juice box.

"Unfortunately, no. They looked way too heavy for us to even pick up." Nora replied. "And we can't risk staying here for too long. The guy that lives here might come back at anytime."

"Yeah... But if he's not in here right now, then that means he's somewhere out there hiding from the rain." Alex explained. "So we could stay here safely until at least the rain stops. And besides we're not done seeing what this place has that we can take."

"... Fine." Nora gave in. "Are you done eating?"

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Alex asked her sister.

"It's just... Something feels... Off in here..." Nora replied, getting a confused look from her sister.

But as they talked, some... thing was watching them. In the ceiling above them, two blue spherical things that resembled like eyes were aiming at the girls. And around the eyes and all over the ceiling was a red layer of... liquid.
And from this liquid, one drop fell on top of Nora's head. And then a drop fell on Alex's left shoulder. And then another drop fell on them. And then another, and another, and another. Nora then noticed one of these red drops that fell on top of her right hand.

She looked up.
And the being in the ceiling looked at her.
And from Nora this liquid liveform saw a pure expression of fear.

Nora without looking away from this thing screamed her sister's name.
And as soon as she said the first letter of her sister's name, the red liquid rapidly got together in one place and dropped down on the two girls as a giant water balloon.

The little flames of the candles were put out as the giant red drop fell on the floor.

The two girls were now screaming and kicking as they tried to get back up. But the red liquid was heavy, heavier then water at least. And it was very thick and sticky. Like... Slime.

The two girls got up to their feet, but their bodies were now covered in this red slime.

"ALEX!" Nora screamed to her sister as she faced her and reached to her sister's right arm, worried about what was going to happen to them.

But before she was able to get a hold of her sister, the slime formed a giant blob in front of them. And this blob formed "arms" with the slime that was all over the girls bodies. And with this new "arms", the blob pushed them down.
Nora's face slammed to the ground, while Alex hits the floor with her back hard.

They both scream. Alex's tries to grab and remove the "arm" that was holding her down. But her hands just went through this creature. It was like trying to get a hold on water. And Nora tried to push herself back up, but this blob had her beat in terms of strength. Everytime Nora tried to push herself off the floor, the blob pushed her back to the ground, causing her face to smash the ground each time.
They tried to kick, but the blob weight wouldn't even let them move their legs.
All their attempt to fight back were pointless, since punching a blob is the same as punching water.
And their screams for help were muffled because of the rainstorm outside. And even it wasn't muffled, no one was around to hear their cries for a savior.

The two girls eventually stopped their pointless screams for help cause they realized no one was coming to save them.
Their faces were now red as they cried thier eyes out thinking this was the moment that they were going to die.
Their bodies now trembled in fear as they felt the slime moving all over their bodies.

"Please... Don't hurt us..." Alex pleaded to the red blob.
"If you're angry for taking your food... Then please let my sister go... It was all my idea-a-a-a-a..." Alex broken down crying as she realized this brainless monster wasn't going to spare them.

"YOU SCUM! YOU WORTHLESS WASTE OF TRASH!" Nora screamed to the blob. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM US?!"

For a few second, all was silent. And then the blob started to extend torwards the girls faces. In the front of this blob was the two blue spherical "eyes" that Nora saw. And then the blob, started to change shape. It changed into... a body. A human female body. And it formed a woman's face. It looked... extremely uncanny.

This transformation did nothing except increasing the fear the two girls felt.

"Those that steal from my savior, should be punished..." The slime said to the girls. It's voice sounded like a woman, but her words came out... distorted. The girls almost weren't able to figure out what this red thing said because of the distortion her voice had.

The two girls had the same question on their mind, "who's your 'savior'?", but before they could ask the question. They hear a loud "THUD" right next to their ears.

The slime looked up, and then made a very wide smile.
The twins slowlly looked to their side, and saw a big muddied leather boot. Then they looked up. And saw a 1.95 meters tall man wearing nothing but patched together animal leather. While they couldn't get a good look at his face because of the darkness, they could see that he was heavily muscled. Clearly capable of breaking their bones if he wanted to. And since the slime was smiling at him, then he probably is the "savior" that the slime mentioned.

Pure fear and tears were on the twins eyes as they looked up to this behemoth of a man. While the two started to fear this man more then the monster that was holding them to the ground, a lighting bolt hit a tree outside the house. The light that came from this lighting bolt revealed to the twins the face of this man. It revealed this beared man's cold stern expression he had on his face. And as the light from the lighting bolt started to fade away, the twins could see his bright red eyes glow as his face was covered by the darkness again.

The two girls released one final scream together.
A scream that could be heard unlike the other from ouside.
And from the outside, nothing else was heard.
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The rain stops before the sun rises.
The moon fades from the sky as the sun's rays banished the night.
A new day has begun.
And inside the log house...

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Was the two twins eating a heavy breakfast that the nice owner of the house made for them.
Turns out the man took in the slime "monster" when it was very young and raised to be his familiar. Which it was more then happy to be.
He made the slime release the girls, talked with them about why they tried to steal from him, and took them in since he knows the pain of being a orphan.
The twins now live happily with the long house man and grew to see him as a father as he saw them as his daughters.

END
Log House
Two little thiefs steal from the wrong house.....
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The Chosen One Vero would like to battle
Two protagonist of two fan games doing what they do best.
The one with the Blaziken is Vero from Pokemon Reborn.
The one with the Meowstic is Aevis from Pokemon Rejuvenation.
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Jag throws four of his knifes at the beast's legs. All four hitting their marks making the beast fall forward. Sylvia taking this opportunity, swings her scythe downwards in front of Jag and then upwards into the beast neck.
But the demonic turkey flaps his wings, creating a wind strong enough to send itself away from Sylvia and sending her backwards into Jag. Jag catches Sylvia and then quickly puts her back on her feet.
The demonic turkey now was barely able to stand and move thanks to Jag's knifes. But it didn't matter, because it had the ability to attack from afar. As the beast was about to send another wind blast at his attackers, Jag screamed at Sylvia telling her:
"Move around it! He can't move so just tired him out!"

The beast send a powerful current of wind at Jag and Sylvia as Jag was telling Sylvia what to do. But both of them were able to move out of the way of it. The wind was so strong that it was able to uproot the tree that it hit.
Jag and Sylvia runned circles around the beast as it was desperately trying to hit them. Jag kept throwing his knives at the beast, but they either missed or hit non fatal areas of it's body. Sylvia tried to get close to deal the killing blow but the beast didn't let her get as much as a meter close to it.
After two minutes of running, Jag noticed three important things about the bird. It was always turning to it's right and only his right. Which made sense, after all, his left eye had a knife on it.
His wind attacks were getting weaker. First it was able to destroy trees as it was after Jag on the treetops, then it was only able to push them out of it's roots, but now they weren't fatal anymore. The beast was running out of magic. And last but not least, it was getting tired faster then him or Sylvia.
With this info in mind Jag screamed to Sylvia again.
"Sylvia! Attack him from his left! He can't see from his left! I'll get his attention!"

Sylvia simply nodded, stopped on her tracks and started running in the other direction. Jag did the same as Sylvia and as they passed one another Jag stopped running and started screaming at the beast.
"Alright you abomination! Hit ME!" Jag screamed as he thrown a single knife at the beast.

The beasts screeches as it send a air wind current strong enough to send the knife back at Jag. Reacting quickly, Jag gets behind the tree that was behind him for cover as his redirected knife hits the tree. Jag kept screaming at the beast as he move between trees to keep the beast attention on him.
While Jag was doing this, Sylvia was seven meters behind the demonic turkey. Waiting for it to be too busy attacking Jag to remember her.
Sylvia grabbed her scythe below it's stem with both her hands. And rushed torwards the beast. Rain drops hitting her face, each step she made sinked into the muddy ground, with her teeth clenched and a look of a angry predator, she closes the gap between herself and the beast and jump at it as she pulled her scythe upwards.
The beast stopped attacking Jack as he heard Sylvia's footsteps and turned his head to his right, catching a glimpse of his soon to be killer.
Time stopped for a second, Sylvia was about to decapitate the beast. But in that one second, lightning struck. From the clouds it came between Sylvia and the demonic beast, almost going into Sylvia's metal scythe.
As the lighting bolt hit and burned the ground it hit. Sylvia and the beast froze in their movements for a second over the fear the lighting bolt's sound and light inflicted upon the two.
But it only lasted for that long, a second. Sylvia pulled her scythe downwards, and the beast tried to move away from Sylvia. The scythe instead of hitting the beast neck, went into the beast's back.
Sylvia landed on her feet, trying to pull the beast into the ground like she did when she hit it on it's shoulders.
But the beast would not go down. It screeched in pain as Sylvia was pushing it down. Which caused the beast to raise his right leg and swatting Sylvia's hands away from her scythe, and then crushing her down into the ground with it.
Sylvia catches the beast's foot as it came down, trying to stop it. But the beast's leg strength was too much for her as it pushed her down into the muddy ground.

"Sylvia!" Jag screamed, worried for her as he ran torwards the beast to save her.

The beast raised his head, and was planning to poke her eyes out with his peak. But as he had his head raised, it got his right eye destroyed as a arrow when into it.
A arrow that came from the bushes away from the fight. A arrow that was fired from Boris.

Taken by surprise by the arrow, the beast lost the strength he was using to keep Sylvia down. Sylvia pushed the beast's leg back at it, making the beast walk backwards for a bit. Jag with this opening grabs Sylvia and gets as far away from the beast as he can before it regained his balance.

With a knife in his left eye, and a arrow in his right, knifes all over his body and legs, and a giant medal scythe on it's back, the beast couldn't stop screeching as it tried to understand why everything was black and painful.
Under all this pain, it started to glow a faint light.

" ...! You two! Get away from it!" Screamed Boris in a panic. Because he knew what the beast was doing. The thing that almost killed him a month ago.

Jag still holding Sylvia ran torwards Boris as the beast light grew stronger. But as Jag had his back turned, a second lightning bolt came down from the sky. And this one went straight into Sylvia's medal scythe.
Sixty million volts straight into the beast's back.
The light that the demonic turkey was generating stopped.
It fell face down into the ground.
Steam was coming out of his body.
It was dead.

Jag stopped and turned to see what happened. While he didn't saw it, he quickly put together what happened as Boris walked torwards him.

"..... Um. Can you put me down, please?" Sylvia asked Jag.

"Oh. Yeah." Jag replied, forgetting for a moment that he had Sylvia in his arms.

"Huh. She's almost as heavy as a guy despite her size." Jag thought to himself after he gently put Sylvia back to her feet.

Jag, Sylvia and Boris standed next to each other in silence. Rain slowly stopped after the second lighting bolt. Stopping completely as the three looked at their kill.

"Seriously? It stops raining now?! After all the fighting is done?!" Jag screamed, annoyed at the rain's timing. "Why am I even surprised?"

Sylvia is the first to walk torwards the now dead demonic turkey. With her right hand she reaches torwards her scythe, only to stop with fear of the electricity that might be in the scythe. She swallows her saliva and then pull out her scythe and then quickly lets it fall into the ground.
She exhales, relieved that her scythe isn't going to shock her like it did with the beast and picks it back up from the mud.

Jag is the second to walk torwards the beast and he pull all of his knifes, one by one, out of the beast, and picked up the ones that were around the field. And puts them back into his chest straps.

"Well. This is done. So, shall we go back Bo-" Jag was cut short with the loud sound of a tree slaming down to the ground.

While Jag was taking back his knifes, Boris picked up one of the trees he cut down earlier and slammed it into the beast's head.

"That was for my gut!" Screamed Boris at the dead beast.

"Wow. Holding a grudge?" Jag asked.

"Yes." Boris replied immediately.

"You know that this isn't even the one that even did that injury, right?" Jag asked.

"I know. And I don't care." Boris replied.

Sylvia remained quiet during this exchange, but then she sneezed and said:
"I'm cold. Can we please go back to the warm place?"

"Yes. Yes we can." Replied Boris. "Just let me prepare the cargo."

"Cargo?" Jag asked, confused as to what Boris was talking about.

Boris cut of the demonic turkey's neck and legs and with the hooks that were attached in his backpack he carried the beast's body back to his village. Jag offered his help to carry the beast for a few extra coins, but Boris refused it saying: "You were hired to fight, not to carry."

Boris with the beast's body walked into the center of the village with Jag and Sylvia following him, wondering what he was planning to do with it. And as they walked, citizens from the village came out of their homes and followed them in awe.

And as Boris reached the center of the village, he lets go of his backpack and the body slams into the ground. Boris turned to the small crowd and said: "With the help of these two young fighters. The beast that thought he could return into our town has been slayed!"
As Boris said this, his left arm extended towards both Jag and Sylvia that were behind him.

There was a moment of silence as the crowd took in Boris's words.
Jag waved his right hand to the crowd, while Sylvia looked at the ground to her left side. Avoiding eye contact with the people as she pulled her cloak's hood to hide as much of her face as she could.

Then some of the people of the crowd walked torwards to Boris, Jag and Sylvia with questions and praise.

"Is this one of those the things that attacked our village and put you out of commission for a while?" Asked a elderly man as he pooked the dead demonic turkey's body with his cane.

"You said you and Kris killed both of them!" Screamed a conserned woman that was now in fornt of Boris.

"We said we took cared of them. Unfortunaly, one escaped. And it returned a week ago. I had it under control and was waiting for Kris to return to finish it safely." Boris explained to the people that was around him. "But those two showed up and helped me solve the problem instead." Boris said as he pointed with his left thumb at Jag and Sylvia that were getting some attention.

"So what did you do?" Asked a young woman.

"Well, the hideous beast was hidding in his cave. So I volunteered to be bait to bring the beast out in the open." Jag claimed proudly.

"You did that willingly?!" A bald man asked schoked.

"Of course!" Jag exclaimed with vigor. "I couldn't let Boris and my partner get themselfs in just a dangerous situation when I was the best suited for this task!"

"But that thing was so fast!" Said a young boy that was looking up to Jag. "You're faster then it?!"

"While I'm proud of my speed, that beast was indeed faster then me young one." Jag said as he closed his eyes. "But my skill with my blades and my sharp mind was more then enough to keep the beast from harming me!" Jag exclaimed as he pulled out three of his knifes in each hand and started juggling to impreess the villagers.

"A female mercenary? That's rare." Said a men that was trying to look at Sylvia's face.

"I-Is that so...?" Sylvia responted as she was still trying to avoid eye contact.

"What did you do lady?" Asked a young girl.

"I... I simply fought along side my partner with my scythe..." Sylvia responted shyly.

"A scythe? What the farming tool?" Asked a elderly woman.

"Y-Yes...?" Sylvia respondent quietly, unsure of what they were talking about.

Jag noticing Sylvia's distress from getting so much attention, he quickly ended his juggling act and rushed to Sylvia's side.

"As much as we would like to talk about our great feats of strength and our hard fought battles. Me and my friend are tired, soaked and a bit hungre." Jag said as he pulled Sylvia close to him and away from the crowd that was starting to form around them. "So, with all do respect, we have to get goi-"
Jag was interrupted as he and Sylvia were then lifted up by Boris as he put them up in his shoulders.
As Sylvia was lifted, her hood was removed by the momentum. Luckly she still had her coif on, so her secret remained save. But both Sylvia and Jag got worried for a second when the hood came off.

"Five cheers to Jag and Sylvia for helping me to keep our village safe from another beast!" Boris asked the crowd with a smile.

"Hip hip hooray!" Screamed the crowd in unison at the top of their lungs.

Jag waved at the crowd with a big grin as he rested his left arm on top of Boris's head. He then looked at his left and saw something he didn't expected to see. Sylvia was also waving and smiling.
She looked unsure and embarrassed at her situation as she slowly waved with her right hand. But she was happy with it. Being praised and getting positive attention, something she probably never got, she was liking it. And she looked happy.

And as the crowd was about to finish their last 'hooray', a single woman screamed a name. "BOOOOOORRIIIISSS!!!"

Boris smile quickly faded and a look of dread was all that was left in his face.
The crowd moved to the sides, leaving a clear path between Boris and the woman.
The woman was a redhead in a brown house dress, and to her sides were Boris son and daugther.
"... Your wife?" Jag asked.
"Yes..." Boris replied with fear in his voice.
"... Could you please not bring us to your house fights?" Jag asked Boris.
"I'm not going to hell alone." Boris replied as he tightened his grip on Jag's and Sylvia's legs.

Boris's wife walked up to Boris as some of the villagers of the crowd walked away.

"... Dear, could you please let go of our special guest and help me carry your hunt back home?" Boris's wife asked with a fake smile and a cheerful tone in her voice.

"...Yes, dear." Boris replied as he put Jag and Sylvia back on their feet, realizing there was no way out of her wrath.

"Here. You look cold." Said Angela as she and her brother gave Jag and Sylvia some rags to help dry off.

"Thanks. Is your dad going to be ok?" Jag asked, concerned.

"Dad's going to be fine. Mom just doesn't like it when he breaks his promises." Boris son replied. "But that shouldn't matter for you. Let's get you two dry and full!"

So Jag, Sylvia and Boris's family walked back to the inn.
Poor Boris got yelled at by her wife and daughter for lying and for going and fighting the same type of creature that made him bedridden once. His son on the otherhand was impressed by his actions.
Back in her room, Sylvia was a bit angry because of her fur was soaked, which takes a long time to dry off even with towels. But she got happier once she and Jag were given new warm dry clothes to wear until their clothes got dry.
Today dinner was chicken soup. Only instead of chicken meat, it was turkey meat.
Jag took four big bowls of soup with bread upstairs where Sylvia was waiting inside her bed. Three of the bowls were for Sylvia of course.

Jag knocked at his door room with his right knee since his hands were full. Which Sylvia slowly opened to make sure it was Jag. And once he walked in, Sylvia took one bowl and jumped back to her bed and covered herself with her blanket before starting eating her soup.
Jag puts two other bowls of soup near Sylvia and then sat down on his bed and started eating his soup.

"... So, what did you think?" Jag asked Sylvia as they eat their soup.

"Think of what?" Sylvia asked as she looked away from her bowl and focused on Jag.

"Of the whole me and you and someone else fighting together to kill something?" Jag answered as he put his wooden spoon in his soup, stopping eating until the conversation was over. "Cause this is usually what I do to make a living. And if you agree to join my mercenary group, then you'll have to do this kind of thing at least... I don't know, once a week?"

Sylvia stop for a few seconds, thinking back to the fight, the cheers and her time when she was alone. "... I... I need more time to decide..." Sylvia answered with a low voice after she drank the soup water.

"... Of couse. Take all the time you need to think it over! Although, even if you don't want to join my group, I still think we should travel together for at least a few days." Jag answered with joy.

"Why?" Sylvia asked with curiosity as she put down her first bowl and reached to her second one.

"Cause it's clear that you need someone to teach you and help you with all kinds of stuff. Which I'm more then happy to help by the way. And I like to travel the lands with a cute gal at my side." Sylvia feels a bit happier with this words. The fact that someone wants to be around her means a lot to her.
"We both will be better off with each other company then without it. At least that's what I think." Jag said as he hold his spoon and started eating his soup again.

Sylvia stops eating and thinks over this. "Better off with each other company then without it." She doesn't know if she should believe this or not as she takes a bite of her bread.

The two remain silent for a while as they eat. At least until Jag started craking bird and thunder jokes. None of which was able to make Sylvia laught, but she liked being talked to.

Night came, and almost all the people in Kris village was asleep. One of who was awake was Boris, who was walking torwards the biggest building of the town with a torche on hand. The building was basically a mini mansion that belonged to the leader of the village, Kris the second.  Boris stops in front of the front door, digging his hand into his right pocket that was at the side of his leg, looking for the key to open the door.
After finding the key he opens the door, gets inside and then locks the door.
He walks from the entrance torwards the main dining room, where someone was waiting for him. A young teenage girl that was sitting in front of a table with a candle in the middle of it. She was looking to the outside from one of the room's windows, as the light of the candle reflects from the glass of the window.

"So... There was a high beast right nearby." The girl said in a condescending manner, not turning away from the window to look at Boris.

"There was." Boris answer with a straight face and a monotone voice.

"And I was not told of this becauseeeeeee?" The girl asked, looking a little ticked off about this.

"Cause you didn't need to know." Boris answered keeping his monotone voice.

"The hell kinda answer is that?!" The girl screamed at Boris as she now turns her gaze from the outside torwards to Boris.

The girl gets up and walks torwards Boris as she raises her voice. "This is my town! My home! If those things are this close to it then I SHOULD be informed about it!"
The girl is now in front of Boris, despite the big height difference between the two she looks into his eyes and asked one question. "Why?! Why do you never, EVER, tell me when this things are right at out doorstep!?"

Boris simple replied with, "Cause your father doesn't want you to rush into a fight where you could die, Kris."

The girl who's name was also Kris simple replied with a loud "Blah!" as she turned away from Boris. "My old man will always think I'm not ready! But you know damn well that I'm not a frail woman anymore! You should have told me about that bird!"

"So I should had betrayed my best friend trust for you to prove a point?" Boris asked with a bored look in his eyes.

Kris sighed loudly. "And hire mercenaries that we know jack and squat is better?"

"At least we won't be crying if the worse came to them." Answered Boris.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Kris said as she was getting more and more annoyed with Boris.
Kris sat down back at her chair that she was before and looked at the outside again. "I've heard one of them was a woman. What did she looked like?"

"Quiet, reserved, strong, skilled, fast, looked young-" Boris said before being interrupted by Kris.

"Young? What like me?" Kris asked as she looked back at Boris. Curious about the mercenary woman's age.

Boris replied with, "She looked young like you, but I don't know if she's as old as you."

"Hmmm..." Kris thought herself. "Maybe I'll go and meet her..."
Ch. 6.2 - But are we the hunters or the prey?
Part 2 of 2

Jag and Sylvia vs Demonic Turkey
Hunters vs Prey

Chapter 6 (Part 1 of 2): fav.me/dc096p7

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Thank you for the watch!
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And thank you for making such beutiful MLP drawings.
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My pleasure!
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And thank you for making giant clear renders of Mythra.
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Aqui está uma petição sobre a substituição do quadrinho Sonic, depois que eles terminaram com
a série Archie Comics e os lutadores da liberdade ficaram atentos por ShanahaT, e você sabe que eu sou muito autista.


Here's a petition about the replacement of the Sonic comics, after they ended with
the Archie Comics series, and the freedom fighters
were stay tuned by ShanahaT, and you know I'm very autistic.

www.change.org/p/save-the-free
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Thank you so much for the watch! =D
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And thank you for making awesome RWBY art.
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