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[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/rp/2871952/1]Hunters of the Red Moon OOC Thread[/url] [img]https://i.imgur.com/wdnCncV.png[/img] @DarkOverLight @Reiyn @StarflowerGarden @WaywardWendigo @WeaverofLies @FlamesEmbrace @Pocketdog9 @Cloverlord [/center] This will be the In-Character thread for HotRM! As we have a large-ish number of players, I'll be encouraging players to form smaller groups with each other instead of being stuck in one long post order. I'd also suggest pinging whoever you interact with (and not subscribing, though you can if you want. I will be) just to ensure everyone knows what's referring to them or not. I personally will also be linking to the post(s) that I am replying to, for easier access to what just happened previously. I ask that you do the same, though I'm not going to require it. My two characters are offering starting points if you don't know what else to do, but you're free to set up somewhere else if you have a better idea of what your character would be doing. That being said, be respectful with replying and don't hop in every other post! Make sure everyone gets a turn to say something. I'll be monitoring what's going on and will step in as needed. [size=2]And excuse any shodding writing on my part, it's been so long since I last wrote prose and I need to find my voice again...[/size] ----- [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/s8Ys6YX.png[/img][/center] ----- [color=transparent]_____[/color]The Red Moon brings ferver, hunger, bloodthirst, electrifying the air with the shared desire to hunt and kill. Even those unblessed can smell the blood in the air, an universal effect between man and beast alike. It's a night of feasts, celebration, competition, remembrance-- but that isn't today. That was two weeks ago. The festivities have ended and life is back to usual, building up to the next Red Moon once more. [color=transparent]_____[/color]As is customary each Hunt, the town square standing before the tallest temple of the city held a few stands, ornately designed and reused for decades. Each stand held information for new and returning Hunters, from how to claim their prize and rules about interfering with other Hunters, to the predicted weather to keep an eye out for the types of creatures that may surface during then. The most important one, however, is the code for Hunters, participating or not, forbidding those who have taken up the mantle to senselessly kill creatures without making use of their body, slaying too many within a short timeframe, or attacking other Hunters over minor disputes. These tenements were hanging from a pole, embroidered on thick cloth and faintly shimmering in the light to catch the eye of those passing by. They haven't changed in years. [color=transparent]_____[/color]Yu'e was present in this event area, quietly sweeping the old worn stone between visitors. The late-summer sun was cruel to his skin and so- rather than wearing more clothes, for once -he went with a sturdy bamboo hat large enough to shade much of him from the burning rays. Not many other Priests were there to orientate new Hunters, for its been a few days since setting up and most have returned to their duties either within the temple or stationed around the city. Rituals, guidance, worship, assistance-- those had taken precedence for many, as young Hunters were already trying to prove their worth, but one needed to stay behind to help any stragglers. [color=transparent]_____[/color]If any of the Hunters needed a lesson in what they were to do for the Hunt... they need but ask. ----- [color=transparent]_____[/color]Scarndi, on the other hand, had been spending the past few days at one of many hunter camps stationed in a ring out in the wilderness. They were the closest thing to expanding N'hya out of its ancient boundaries, and the most they were allowed to do-- any more, and it would encroach on the forests too much. They were the last vestiges of civilization, and beyond this, it was nothing but untamed wilds, with the most ever set up are campfires and space for tents, which were removed once the Hunter was done resting. Paths were trampled by beasts and navigation could only be done with the eyes and stars as compasses. Better hope you don't get lost. [color=transparent]_____[/color]Though the Hunt was ever-present in most's mind, one would be foolish to dedicate all resources to it so early; weather shifts, the turn of the season is nigh, and better prey would be available if one was patient. This was the philosophy of Scarndi, at least, bringing her to be fulfilling other Hunter duties while she bid her time. As the largest and strongest force for combat in the city, they doubled as guards, errand runners, messengers to those currently out in the wilderness-- if they could track their quarry down, at least. [color=transparent]_____[/color]Though the camp was bustling, Scarndi simply took her time preparing for a nighttime trek through the wilds, ensuring she had the gear to safely foray out once the sun began to dip below the horizon.

[columns][center][size=7]Aaron[/size] [emoji=ivy leaf size=1] [rule] [rule] [i]Lord my feet burn, how much longer to I have until I reach this town? I’m really needing a pepper about now.[/i] He thought as he walked through a plain-like area as a ferret scurried from a backpack up to his shoulder. He smiled softly and gently tapped the white ferret on the head. The Herbalist clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before he looked at the town before him. Aaron shifted his sleeves up as he took in a hitched breath of air. He walked down a small slope and continued his way until he was met with the strong scent of roasting meat and fine vegetables. The Herbalist shifted his way through the forming crowds as the ferret chirped, looking around in awe. Aaron looked to his companion and shook his head lightly. “[b]Don’t get too excited Aval, I’m not planning to stay long[/b].” He whispered before looking around at the houses. Suddenly, a fresh scent hit him as he inhaled the warming smell. “[b]Oh my, is that[/b]...[b]basil[/b]?” He asked himself, his tone growing with excitement as he moved towards the herbal scent. Aaron came up to a small stand and looked over the pouches filled with herbs. The albino ferret hooked her claws into her owner’s clothes and slowly scaled downwards, closing the distance between her and the pouches. Aaron looked up to the stand owner and smiled. “[b]How much for this pouch of basil[/b]?” He asked as the owner dipped down under the herbal stand and grabbed a small card. The Herbalist blinked and grabbed the card. [i]Wha- how? Uhh..[/i] He trailed off in his thought as he looked at the price. He gave in with a nervous chuckle. Aaron cleared his throat, “[b]I..um..n-nevermind[/b].” He spoke with a tone of nervousness and shyness before backing away. The Herbalist slowly pushed Avalanche back up to his shoulder and looked around. He was mainly looking at their signs, seeing if he could find anything like an Inn or bar like place. He was quite hungry and definitely wanted something to spice his tongue. [rule] [rule][/center] [nextcol][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/569687818973085706/710224992775831634/moss.png[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/569687818973085706/650091058121932825/Swamp.png[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/569687818973085706/709645066578165811/table_mushroom.png[/img][/columns]

Eve sat quietly on a rock within one of the hunter camps. She was sitting on the outer edge, taping and wrapping her hands before putting her gloves back on. She silently observed the other hunters around her. They were all after the same thing; beasts, blood, and glory. Eve snarled. She hated working with other hunters, but her mother's words kept returning to her mind.
"Evangeline, we hunters are like wolves. The lone wolf is strong, yes, but we are stronger as a pack. You can take on so much grander prey if you find yourself a pack. No where does it say you have to do it all alone."
Eve pulled tight on her hand wraps and tucked the end in. She slid on her gauntlet and panther glove and flexed her fingers. Being a lone wolf wasn't bad. And panthers didn't hunt in packs, but she understood what her mother was trying to get her to see. Eve had yet to be able to take down some of the largest prey. Bears and other such animals were no problem for her, but she longed to take down something big. She wanted to become a legend.
Eve looked around the camp. If she were to get a pack, it had to have formidable members. Hunters who were on par with her, if not better. Lots of hunters were bustling about, looking hurried and frantic. One hunter stood out to her. While everyone else looked like a colony of ants, the woman was calm. Eve sighed and approached the red-haired woman.
Eve stood in front of the woman, muscular arms crossed over her chest. "Hey, I want to hunt something big tonight and I can't do it on my own. Would you like to aid me in this hunt?"

((@Scryzze replying to this post))

[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/930lAIp.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/sgd62QD.png[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/DUbeAgk.png[/img] [font=fantasy][size=7]Cerumata[/size][/font][/center] It was easy for him to say that summer was his least favorite time of the year despite it being one of the best times for the Hunts and plants, and it was all because of the unbearable heat. He had already stripped himself of his coat and gloves, and hidden himself away in his lodgings/surgery in order to avoid the scorching sun and unbearable crowds. A shiver going down his spine at the phantom feeling of being trapped within all of those people crawled over his skin, his enhanced sense of touch making it far more realistic than it needed to be. Taking a small puff of his kiseru in order to calm himself, Cerumata enjoyed the foreign feeling of it in his throat and lungs. The taste of the bitter chamomile and the following pleasant lemon of the lemon balm dancing pleasantly on his tongue. With a sigh he released the smoke, blue eyes following its ascent before it finally disappeared into the air. Carefully he tipped the kiseru upside down and tapped it against the cushioned sides of the ashtray, the smoldering remains of the leaves falling into the ash coated bone of the bowl. Now that his thoughts were ever so slightly clearer, if not a little dulled, he could mentally tally up a list of all that he needed to do while the sun was still up. First things first was that he needed to go to the markets or event area in the hope that one of the stalls would have the supplies needed for his non-blood related treatments, then there was his own need for groceries and new leaves. Which meant dealing with crowds and putting up with people constantly jostling against him. What [i]fun[/i]. Finishing the cleaning of his pipe, he placed the carved item back into its box before finally standing, and pulling his coat and gloves back into place. Already he could feel the sweat sliding between the scales of his back, the familiar press of the fabric against his body... and he breathed feeling the particles in the air dance around his mouth and into his lungs. Feeling everything from a grain of sand underneath his pinkie nail to the very particles in the air would be a constant sense of annoyance if it wasn't for the herbs that he smoked almost religiously to dull it. As usual stepping out of the Temple and into the Town Square was like being slapped in the face as the heat and particles in the air assaulted him. A cough leaving his throat to dislodge the feeling of the foreign particles to the best of his ability. Dull blue eyes narrowed in annoyance at how full the square was, knowing that traversing the area was going to be a pain. As predicted the trip was a pain as people jostled against him, the pressure of other bodies against his ranging from slightly painful to excruciating. He did manage to buy most of the beast parts that he needed, even managing to get a few vials of blood from some creature he'd never seen before. Thankfully the seller agreed to send the materials to the Temple so he wouldn't have to carry the menagerie of parts with him while doing his other purchases. The next stop was the scam artist that sold dried herbs and seed. Both of them glaring at each other before the haggling started. As usual Cerumata left the place with his usual two pounds of every dried leaf he needed at half price and a few new seeds which would hopefully cut future purchases in half. If he also bought a half pound of basil leaves and paid a street urchin to deliver the bundle to the man with the ferret who had been scared by the scam artists prices he would call you a liar (the scammers face on the other hand was priceless and made it worthwhile for everyone who witnessed it). If he indulged himself during his grocery shopping by buying a few peaches and pomegranates to celebrate the small victory he wouldn't say. But the ever so slight smirk that he allowed on his face caused many to look back at him in surprise before the constant press and shove of the crowd made it disappear. Upon his return to the event area he saw the familiar form of Yu'e, recognizable only because of his clothing and the bloody mark on his chest, something that always reminded the doctor of a bleeding heart dove, as his head was shadowed by a large bamboo hat. Currently the fellow Priest was sweeping the practically ancient stones of the event area, a practically useless task with how many people traversed the area and the wind that would only blow more dust and dirt onto the stones. He approached the other near silently, making sure that the Ring Remedies rang cheerfully a few times so that he wouldn't surprise the other. Cerumata bowed his head slightly in greeting as he stopped in front of the other, Beast of Burden separating from his chest for a few seconds before once more falling against his chest with a light thunk. "Moon blessing upon you Yu'e, how goes your day so far?" Face still carefully blank, dull eyes blinking as his head tilted and the Ring Remedies rang once more. [size=2]round bio icons by Limanya[/size] Mentioning @/DarkOverLight Responding to @/Scryzze

Evan slowly blinked his eyes open, slowly realizing it was already day. It didn’t bother him though, he preferred the night. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stood up, brushing the leaves and dirt of of himself. Where was I... He looked around, regaining his senses. Right. He had been wandering the forest and gotten tired. It was careless of him to sleep there, in the opening, where anything could come after him.

He looked around, checking his directions. He adjusted his gold cuff, before heading in what he assumed the direction of N’hya. Evan hopped over logs, careful of his steps. He assumed there wouldn’t be anything so close to the town, but he wasn’t sure. No matter if there was or wasn’t, he knew he shouldn’t worry over it, or he’s be caught in an endless spiral of overthinking and anxiety. Of corse he’d probably end up doing just that anyway...

He shook his worrisome thoughts out of his head as he approached N’hya. He mentally prepared himself before stepping in. He walked at a normal pace, in no rush. Eventually he reached the marketplace, and realized how absolutely famished he was. Evan sighed, he had some money on him, but he’d probably still be hungry for a while. On the other hand it didn’t hurt to have any herbs on him, he could always kill a partridge or some other large bird and eat it, but they were much better with seasoning.

He looked around, lightly scanning the crowd. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but at this point he figured nothing was. Now that he was there, he didn’t really know what to do. He didn’t want to have to talk to anyone. They’ll probably think I’m weird if I just stand around though... He sighed, heading over to an herb stand to see what the had, narrowly avoiding a stranger in a green overcoat around his height.

“A-ah I’m sorry...” he quietly said to the man.

((Talking to Aaron @DarkOverLight - sorry I don’t know if I should ping you or not))

[columns][center][size=7]Aaron[/size] [emoji=ivy leaf size=1] [rule] [rule] He held in his breath and shook his head light, “[b]Hmm, I could go to the-[/b]“ he was cut off by someone who had spoken to him. The Herbalist looked back at him and gave him the most friendly smile he could muster, but it looked more awkward than anything. “[b]Um, do you know if there’s an Inn for something in town[/b]?” Aaron asked shyly. Avalanche blinked her beady red eyes before she scurried onto the opposite shoulder. She clasped her claws on his green coat and stretched her head out. The albino ferret started to sniff the new person, her pink nose twitching quickly before she showed her tiny teeth. Aaron gently brushed the top of Avalanche’s head and slipped his hand into the back of the backpack. The Herbalist took a tiny piece of meat out from a little pouch before he handed it to his companion. The albino ferret chirped and took the piece of meat in her mouth before maneuvering it around with her hands. Avalanche swallowed the piece of meat before she returned to sniffing the new person. Aaron shook his head lightly and turned around when someone tapped his shoulder. He blinked as the person simple gave him a pouch of basil. He was lost for words before he waved in thank you. The Herbalist opened the pouch slightly as he dipped his finger in the basil. He smiled and settled it into one of the free hooks. Aaron took another deep breath of air before he looked back at the person around his height. Now that he actually looked the man up and down, he could tell that he was skinny like him. He gave the stranger a curt smile and brushed his hair out his face. He hoped that there was an Inn in this town, otherwise it would be an awfully long trek to the next village for him. ( You can if you like, I don’t mind it ) [rule] [rule][/center] [nextcol][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/569687818973085706/710224992775831634/moss.png[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/569687818973085706/650091058121932825/Swamp.png[/img] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/569687818973085706/709645066578165811/table_mushroom.png[/img][/columns]

[columns][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2519702/2#post_35151823][img]https://i.imgur.com/X3DP0zy.png[/img][/url][nextcol][font=CenturyGothic][size=6]Evander Cloudeater[/size] [size=4]Any pronouns @CloverLord[/columns][/size] ------------------------ Organizing your collection was quite the difficult thing to do, especially for someone like themself. Cloudeater sighed as they inspected yet another shiny shard of something before placing it into a pile of other small shiny items. They were supposed to get rid of that one, but it looked really cool. They once again looked at the "disposal" pile, reaching out to grab something in it but quickly pulled their hand back. Why did this have to be so difficult? Was it so hard to just not collect shiny things and fun trinkets? they groaned and decided that yes, getting rid of these completely unnecessary things was indeed a task that could never be completed. They put the trinkets back into their original bags and pouches while also making sure that they had the actually useful supplies they'd need later. Once they were absolutely certain that everything was in order Cloudeater took their leave. While they would normally strike up a conversation with the other hunters, either to make battle plans or simply pass time, they felt a very sudden need to move their legs. The woods were so much more peaceful during the day, they didn't have to worry about becoming prey when the sun was up. They walked among the trees, occasionally glancing up the many leaves and smiling to themself. The heat got quite unbearable some days, which made the canopy above them that much nicer. Plus, looking up at leaves and branches distracted them from finding useless objects on the ground. They were mid thought when something bright white caught their attention, it looked like fur? They stepped back cautiously, looking at the figure again before recognizing what it was. Not a monster, thankfully. No, just a priest that they'd seen occasionally. Cloudeater silently marveled at the Priests tree climbing skills, they weren't all that good at it themself, they hated it to be honest. [b]"Hello up there!"[/b] They called out, sihoping that the other had heard them approaching. Scaring somebody who was climbing down from tree would be, less then idea.

“I... I’m not sure,” he awkwardly replied back, “I could help you look though, I’m in need of a place to stay as well...”

He quickly observed the herbalist. He was skinny as well, probably having heightened metabolism as well, though it was probably rude to assume. Is this normal human interaction? What if he thinks I’m weird... overthinking it won’t do anything though. Evan looked around for an inn, though he wasn’t quite sure what to look for. There were plenty of shops and houses near them, so maybe a local knew where they could find a place to stay.

Evan didn’t want to ask though. The herbalist didn’t seem like an overly social person either, though he gathered that only based on their first interaction. Besides, talking to people... he shuddered. It was too much for him most of the time. He liked interactions to be short and sweet, or nonexistent. However he knew there was no avoiding asking, he could navigate a forest with ease, but he struggled to find his way around towns.