Optic
08-13-2005, 11:32 PM
As I homed my senses in to the faint noises beneath the sound of crickets chattering I noticed a low tone hum, so low it could barely be heard but only felt if one knew it was there. It was a confusing tone, it never changed in any way, but as you listened it seemed to change from sounding like one voice, to a group of voices. It sounded like a pinaful groan one minute, the next, an angry scream, once a man's then a woman's. Yet it sounded the same way and never ceased. It must have been my mind trying to find a way to define what I was hearing, finally I gave in and just excepted it as a "voice". I listened to the darkness to all other sounds of the night and there was nothing out of place or any disturbance in the endless melody of night creatures interacting that could give a clue to anything that could be called a source of this eerie noise.
Though I was expecting out of the ordinary things like this it still made the hairs on my body stand on end. No matter what, you never get use to dealing with the unkown, there will always be somthing that puts your nerves on edge. I kept walking toward the destination with my senses on alert to any shifts in the low groan indicating it's source attemtping to speak. I walked past a few more trees and the forest started to get thicker. In the directions I remembered reading of a point where the trees become fuller with bushes. I took out my flint ans steel and pulled the directions from my back right pocket. I unfolded it and looked at the map the abbot had drawn out on the bottom half and followed the path to where he indicated the forest getting thicker. I had another three miles or so left, a mile and a half before where I stand is officially where the hoturix claimed their border. It's a good thing I looked at the map because I had totally forgoten where their boundaries began, though the tone I started to hear became noticable shortly after walking that distance.
My fear suddenly turned from the eerieness of the voice and the being my imagination crafted to the possibility that it is rating me out to the hoturix field advisors this very moment. I instinctively went into stealth mode to be sure I wasn't found, I also put up a sheild to divert the energies they may send out as a way to locate me. As I carefully moved on I noticed I didn't hear the hum anymore, which means that was their means of locating me.
Quickly I climbed the tree in front of me at least thirty feet off the ground and peered into the darkness attempting to see any sign of dust clouds from hoofs beating across the ground or any assassains lurking about. They knew the abbot would send his men after them for what they had done. They knew which men too. The low tone hum was used because they knew we were trained to pick up on those things and decipher what they are saying or what they are. The energy my mind gives off while tryingto figure it out is the rection they're looking for to know if someone is tresspassing on their turf. Hopefully they think I was a curious teenager the local kids dared to walk into the ""Haunted"" part of the forest who fled when hearing the voice.
I stayed silent in the tree a while longer and sensed no harm comming. As I started to climb down I heard a rustle across the way, I looked and I seen a figure moving along into the darkness, had it not been for the hole in the cloud that allowed the moonlight to shine through for those couple seconds, I would've never seen it. I climbed back up but a little higher to a different branch that made it easier to hide from the peripheral of where I knew my stalker was by now, being a trained assassin and all.
Just as I expected I heard sticks crunch by the tree that would behind me to my right had I climbed down to the ground. I waited and there was nothing, I now knew the hunt was officially on, they knew I was up here, and the know I know they're down there because I won't climb down. If only there was another hole in the cloud so that I could see exactly where they were. I have enough throwing knives to spare, but it wouldn't be wise giving an assassin an extra weapon because I threw blindly into the dark. I waited a while longer and as I had wished, the clouds had broken up again except for only an instant.
In that instant I had almost fallen out of the tree from what little bit I had seen. I had just seen somthing unhuman, it stands erect like a man, but that's the only similarity I could see. It's head slanted back into some type of pointy shape, I couldn't make it all out because of how breif the moonlight had shown through. It's nose was likea pig's but triangular shaped and not as big. It's eyes were large and yellow. It was looking up from behind a tree so I couldn't make out any mouth or teeth as well os height and muscular strength. I looked as hard as I could into the darkness but it was just too dark to make out any figure down below.
I waited not know what to do, my heart pounded in fear. There was somthing unhuman down below stalking me out in the tree. Whatever it is it's highly intelligent, that I can sense about it. The clouds parted again and in the faint light I saw no figure. I felt frantic, I Know it saw me and knew I was up here because it looked right at me. It didn't leave, it was hiding somewhere else. I didn't even hear it depart, maybe it was just behind the tree. As soon as I thought that I saw somthing fly towards me from the tree next to me and in my mind I heard the humming louder than ever, this time I could clearly tell it was a roar of anger.
I swung to the next branch just as it landed where I was a second before and it swung across nicking me in my neck, though it wasn't strong it was enough to shake me from reaching my destination of the next branch over causeing me to fall about ten feet before I could get a good hold on a strong enough branch to pull up on. I instantly drew a dagger in each hand waiting for it to pounce on me. Nothing happened, now that I was looking up it was a much brighter and clearer scene than looking down into the gloom and I saw no beast. I felt the back of my neck and felt blood running from where it nicked me. It was nothing to worry about, but I now know it has claws. I opened my senses to any inkling to where the creature could be and sensed a strong amount of energy around the tree to my left, it was on the other side of me waiting the perfect time to climb around and kill me.
I stood silent with my senses sharp as an arrow head for it was the only means of tracking it that I had. Through the midst of all this I still managed to maintain my shield to hide me from the same type of detection, this is a skill that took many days in the kwoon meditating. I'm glad I stuck through it because there's no telling how many more may be able to pick up on me and suprise me if I failed to keep myself disguised.
I started to hear the humming again and I felt the energy move upward which told me it was going to sneak around the branch above my head and take a swipe down at me with it's claw. I kept myself as open as possible to hear it's movements, whatever it was, it could move like a cat as well, which means this is one deadly preditor I've got on my hands.
What is this the Hoturix have brought to this world? Just as I thought that the creature jumped onto my chest knocking me back out of the tree with it still on my chest. I caught a branch on the tree next to me while the creature dove down to me head first. I looked down and was dangling only eight feet or so in the air so I let go and droped to the ground. The creature tucked it's head and shoulder and rolled out of the dive comming to it's feet.
It stood expressionless watching me with its big yellow eyes with it's body square to me. I had dropped my knives durring the fall, just as I thought about going to grab two more the creature attacked me as if teleporting to where I stood. It moved so fast I didn't expect the sharp pain that flew across my chest as its talons ripped my shirt. Before I knew it it was swinging again but this time instinct took over and went into an upward qua block. I struck at a pressure point on the being and was suprised by an electrical shock that left the finger tips of my left hand tingling and jittering.
Though I was expecting out of the ordinary things like this it still made the hairs on my body stand on end. No matter what, you never get use to dealing with the unkown, there will always be somthing that puts your nerves on edge. I kept walking toward the destination with my senses on alert to any shifts in the low groan indicating it's source attemtping to speak. I walked past a few more trees and the forest started to get thicker. In the directions I remembered reading of a point where the trees become fuller with bushes. I took out my flint ans steel and pulled the directions from my back right pocket. I unfolded it and looked at the map the abbot had drawn out on the bottom half and followed the path to where he indicated the forest getting thicker. I had another three miles or so left, a mile and a half before where I stand is officially where the hoturix claimed their border. It's a good thing I looked at the map because I had totally forgoten where their boundaries began, though the tone I started to hear became noticable shortly after walking that distance.
My fear suddenly turned from the eerieness of the voice and the being my imagination crafted to the possibility that it is rating me out to the hoturix field advisors this very moment. I instinctively went into stealth mode to be sure I wasn't found, I also put up a sheild to divert the energies they may send out as a way to locate me. As I carefully moved on I noticed I didn't hear the hum anymore, which means that was their means of locating me.
Quickly I climbed the tree in front of me at least thirty feet off the ground and peered into the darkness attempting to see any sign of dust clouds from hoofs beating across the ground or any assassains lurking about. They knew the abbot would send his men after them for what they had done. They knew which men too. The low tone hum was used because they knew we were trained to pick up on those things and decipher what they are saying or what they are. The energy my mind gives off while tryingto figure it out is the rection they're looking for to know if someone is tresspassing on their turf. Hopefully they think I was a curious teenager the local kids dared to walk into the ""Haunted"" part of the forest who fled when hearing the voice.
I stayed silent in the tree a while longer and sensed no harm comming. As I started to climb down I heard a rustle across the way, I looked and I seen a figure moving along into the darkness, had it not been for the hole in the cloud that allowed the moonlight to shine through for those couple seconds, I would've never seen it. I climbed back up but a little higher to a different branch that made it easier to hide from the peripheral of where I knew my stalker was by now, being a trained assassin and all.
Just as I expected I heard sticks crunch by the tree that would behind me to my right had I climbed down to the ground. I waited and there was nothing, I now knew the hunt was officially on, they knew I was up here, and the know I know they're down there because I won't climb down. If only there was another hole in the cloud so that I could see exactly where they were. I have enough throwing knives to spare, but it wouldn't be wise giving an assassin an extra weapon because I threw blindly into the dark. I waited a while longer and as I had wished, the clouds had broken up again except for only an instant.
In that instant I had almost fallen out of the tree from what little bit I had seen. I had just seen somthing unhuman, it stands erect like a man, but that's the only similarity I could see. It's head slanted back into some type of pointy shape, I couldn't make it all out because of how breif the moonlight had shown through. It's nose was likea pig's but triangular shaped and not as big. It's eyes were large and yellow. It was looking up from behind a tree so I couldn't make out any mouth or teeth as well os height and muscular strength. I looked as hard as I could into the darkness but it was just too dark to make out any figure down below.
I waited not know what to do, my heart pounded in fear. There was somthing unhuman down below stalking me out in the tree. Whatever it is it's highly intelligent, that I can sense about it. The clouds parted again and in the faint light I saw no figure. I felt frantic, I Know it saw me and knew I was up here because it looked right at me. It didn't leave, it was hiding somewhere else. I didn't even hear it depart, maybe it was just behind the tree. As soon as I thought that I saw somthing fly towards me from the tree next to me and in my mind I heard the humming louder than ever, this time I could clearly tell it was a roar of anger.
I swung to the next branch just as it landed where I was a second before and it swung across nicking me in my neck, though it wasn't strong it was enough to shake me from reaching my destination of the next branch over causeing me to fall about ten feet before I could get a good hold on a strong enough branch to pull up on. I instantly drew a dagger in each hand waiting for it to pounce on me. Nothing happened, now that I was looking up it was a much brighter and clearer scene than looking down into the gloom and I saw no beast. I felt the back of my neck and felt blood running from where it nicked me. It was nothing to worry about, but I now know it has claws. I opened my senses to any inkling to where the creature could be and sensed a strong amount of energy around the tree to my left, it was on the other side of me waiting the perfect time to climb around and kill me.
I stood silent with my senses sharp as an arrow head for it was the only means of tracking it that I had. Through the midst of all this I still managed to maintain my shield to hide me from the same type of detection, this is a skill that took many days in the kwoon meditating. I'm glad I stuck through it because there's no telling how many more may be able to pick up on me and suprise me if I failed to keep myself disguised.
I started to hear the humming again and I felt the energy move upward which told me it was going to sneak around the branch above my head and take a swipe down at me with it's claw. I kept myself as open as possible to hear it's movements, whatever it was, it could move like a cat as well, which means this is one deadly preditor I've got on my hands.
What is this the Hoturix have brought to this world? Just as I thought that the creature jumped onto my chest knocking me back out of the tree with it still on my chest. I caught a branch on the tree next to me while the creature dove down to me head first. I looked down and was dangling only eight feet or so in the air so I let go and droped to the ground. The creature tucked it's head and shoulder and rolled out of the dive comming to it's feet.
It stood expressionless watching me with its big yellow eyes with it's body square to me. I had dropped my knives durring the fall, just as I thought about going to grab two more the creature attacked me as if teleporting to where I stood. It moved so fast I didn't expect the sharp pain that flew across my chest as its talons ripped my shirt. Before I knew it it was swinging again but this time instinct took over and went into an upward qua block. I struck at a pressure point on the being and was suprised by an electrical shock that left the finger tips of my left hand tingling and jittering.