Alright, next time, freeze them before they get off twenty shots. Dev stopped up the hill, wincing slightly and looking back down into the trees. Those humans wouldn't be moving for a while, he was sure of it. He'd been hurting when he froze up their blood, and he'd been feeding off of the energy his own split blood gave him. He hated his blood-lust, but the energy he got from being around blood wasn't all bad.
He sat against a rock, looking down at his bleeding leg with a tsk. He flicked his hand over it, gritting his teeth as the wound sealed, leaving a small scar. "Heaven curses me still, and I haven't even done anything today..." He muttered, standing and setting back off, deeper into the trees. He heard the group ahead of him before he saw them, and stopped short, staying in the shadows and watching. He wasn't big on groups, but then again, these creatures weren't human. They're blood wasn't right for them to be human. Still, he hung back, freezing a nearby hare and picking it up. What? So he didn't hunt fair, nothing new.
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Ink cursed his luck, the case strapped to his back shifting slightly as he turned. It didn't hinder him much, rarely any, and it had stopped more than one weapon from slicing and dicing him. He gripped the staff in his hand, turning and fleeing into the trees. He hated hunters. Hated them. Still, he'd never killed one, so he guessed his hate only went skin deep. After another mile, he lost the hunters and took a breather beside a shallow pool. He shook his head. One day, he'd get out of here. Had too.
He stood straight and set off again, the trees growing thick but he managed to slip through them easily; practice and age. He stopped short of a clearing, looking at the gathered group and rubbing his neck. He stayed back, not sure of these creatures. They didn't seem to human, but hey, he'd traveled with a human for six months before the guy tried to kill him.