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Setting the stage;

The forests of Vanador were silent in the dim light, but it would not be this way for long; a number of Demicelestials, children born of Gods/Fallen and mortals, were cast here for the Hunt’s amusement. Tonight, and in the days to come, half-immortal blood would’ve spilled on the glades, lives would be ended, and the Fallen Lord would be entertained. So it begins...

He stepped through the darkness as a slow pace. His steps idle and graceful in measure, he found it strange that he had awoken here in the forest of a fallen looking for entertainment. Though he did suppose that this was just the thing, the Risen had their pride, and the Fallen had their revenge. The worst part of this is that he knew this moment would come eventually, he just didn’t think he’d be the first to arrive.

((Sorry it’s so short.))

Cast into another realm, Aaron once again found himself in a situation he had tried to avoid. But as long as his father, Netharan the Scorched, and the Brotherhood of Aitherion hunted him down, he had to take any chance he could get; and this time, he had leapt out of the frying pan and into the fire. Kastaban.

“Well then, of all creatures to be trapped by a fallen one I’d never think the offspring of their king would dare be in such a place.”
He muttered lowly as he began to pull needles from a nearby pine. His thin and fraik hands moving gently over the branches of the tree as he separated them from the sappy outer layer of the tree.

With a lot of cursing and spiting sand she stepped from the portal that she had opened looking around "where?... These portals aren't always the most accurate but common... Where in the world am I? Last time I ended in the apalache mountains..."

I call forth fire and a small blossom of flame appears in my hand as it does tattoos on my arms light up and so do different patterns and symbols on my body. I look around with baited breath sensing the magic in the air around me.

He looked upward, instantly sensing the presence of Stelleron in the vicinity. “Firstly,” he corrected, “I would have assumed that the son of the master of knowledge would know that Netharan is only the first of the Fallen, not their king; as if they would let him be anyway, given their individual nature. And secondly, I’ve separated myself from him in anyway I can, as him and I are not of the same mindset.” He looked around him, investigating his surroundings. “I don’t suppose you know where we are, do you?”

“As far as I can tell, we are within the territory of one of the fallen. The lord of the Hunt in all likelihood. He probably dragged us out here for one of his bloody games. I came here of my own free will of course, as I must fallow the course that fate hands to me. Even if I am to die here.”

I hear the nearby voices and carefully make my way over my curiosity taking the best of me. I stay silent taking the hood off and letting my features show the fire disappears and a soft smile appears as I circle the area. Approaching the two figures carefully and stealthily

“We’re not alone,” the Traitor-Son whispered as he looked around, “I feel the presence of another, though different; as though they are distant, yet close at the same time. Another sort of Godborn, perhaps.” He continued to search the bushes nearby, cautiously taking his time and ensuring he would not be caught or surprised by an attack of sorts. Being the cast out son of Netharan, he was immune to flame and other forms of dark magic, but he still proceeded with carefulness in his steps.

I hear the shuffling in the bushes and I steady myself grabbing a knife from my belt I am expecting to be attacked. The gold jewelry adorning my neck and arms glimmers in the soft light making soft clinking noises. I look similarly dressed to the ancient priestesses and pharaoh wives because of how I'm dressed and all the accessories. My bright red hair is like a flaming beacon my golden eyes and dark bronzer skin make me have an exotic and rather beautiful look.

“Like there needs to be another one around. It’ll only slow things down when the fallen lord of the hunt eventually begins his hunt. I only cake here because fate demands it, otherwise I’d be at one of my father’s libraries. It doesn’t suprise me though that more of us had to be forcefully dragged here, I’m always the only one who lets things be as they should.”

He took a few steps toward her, aware of her presence but still cautious enough to maintain a safe distance. He had heard of Vanador’s Hunt, how he drew in Demilords and Demigods to fight and kill each other as a sort of horrid entertainment; the Fallen had truly made cruelty an art form, from his perspective, and not a beneficial one on his part, or that of the others trapped here in the realm of the Huntsman. He was certain that she (he assumed the newcomer was a she) was moving, albeit silently, but he had no doubt that he could find her before she ran off. At this point, however, she could be the one plunging a dagger in his chest and then running off; children of the divine were confusing like that, depending on parental influence, though even then the attributes could be shifted. This train of thought made him slip up, tripping over a root and landing flat on his face right in front of her. “Hello,” he muttered sheepishly, still strewn about the floor in a discarded manner.

I jump like a startled cat when you fall through the bush "eeek!!!" I look down at you tilt my head you hear a moment of silence and then laughing and gigling as I take in your startled look. I kneel down my head tilting as my gold eyes analize you

"Hello there..." I take a leaf off your hair as I continue to try not to keep laughing. "Are you usually this clumsy? Or is my beauty to blame?" Now you can see me well and I am rather nice to look at. Soft curves and long curly red hair I reach out my hand "common up you go..."

“By the lords could you two be any more cliche.You have no idea how many stories I’ve seen written with this set up.”
He muttered, as he fallowed Aaron through the bush. His eyes scanning the surroundings for any more forms of life. Yet the forest barely seemed to stir, the wind the only sign of movement besides themselves.
“Seems appropriate that a fallen lord would not keep much wild life in a forest that isn’t designed to maim or kill. But aside from the occasional breeze, I think we’re safe for now. It would be smart to group up and find a place to camp until the fallen lord of the hunt takes action.”

I see you aproching but see that you arent a threat so I sheath the knife on my boot one more I shiver softly at the cool breeze "I am not dressed for this climate..." You see my hiroglyfic tattoos glow golden red and you can feel a warm aura around me.

"That's better... Hey... Bookworm do you think I can access the du-at from this realm?" I stand my jewelery clinking and shimmering in the golden light of my glowing tattoos

"May I know your names?" I look at both of you taking the red scarf and wrapping it around my hair and lower part of my face. In a similar style to a hijab.

“Thanks,” he replied, “but I think it was more of the fact of my inattention to the environment.” He felt stupid after saying that, though perhaps it was her beauty, like she had asked. “Aaron Pyrosian, Traitor-Son of Netharan the Eye Allseeing, and now ‘cliched lover,’ as Starborn here refers.” He took a long look at the newcomer, some spell of sorts pulling him into a trance, though he managed to break from it as he realized that Stellaron’s son was right; they wouldn’t last long without setting up camp, as the wild animals of the Fallen would be the least of their worries if Vanador had any part of it. “I’ll get some firewood,” he offered, “find a good spot to camp, perhaps.”

"You may call me Vixen for now... I am a daughter of Egypt... a scribe... Don't... Lighting a fire will make it easier to see our location... I can make spells to keep us warm though the night... They don't produce light..."

I open my palms and close my eyes for minute as I try to open the du-at you see a flicker of magic but then it dispersed. "Ok... I can't open the du-at... But I have some food on me if you guys are hungry... It might have a bit of sand from my portal traveling"

“I can deal with sand,” Aaron replied, “as long as we have something to eat for a while, until we can get something else.” He was comforted by her innate heating ability, despite being on edge; his power was only meant to destroy, and his father had ensured that the true nature of it could only be used for that purpose, and only when enraged. For years he had run from Netharan, as well as an organization created to hunt down Demilords, but even he could not fully determine when and where he would ‘scorch,’ as he had called it.

I pull out some dates and fruits from my bag "I don't have any meat... I am vegetarian... You guys can eat the fruits just save me the dates... " I hand you a weird spiny cacti fruit. And put the dates back in my pocket. "I won't be eating much so whatever food you find you can have it for yourselves..." With a smile I turn looking around "we need to find a clean water source... water is essential for our survival..."

“I’ll see if I can find a river,” he offered again, “I’m sure the Lord of the Hunt will have at least one nearby, if he aims to recreate a forest of sorts.” He started to leave, but then turned back. “I think we should establish roles of survival,” he suggested, “so that we can have a larger chance of survival; dealing with other Demichildren and Fallen Lords is not really a walk in the park, as it were.”