Linda
*All of the hunters hairs stood on its end, his ears perked, his twin tails laying low, like a fox ready to strike its prey. He despised these things. With every fiber of his being. Parasites. He didn't blame those who became what they are against their will, those who would never dare harm a person, but he saw it as a disease that needed to be eradicated, something he could help destroy, so no one else would have to suffer at the hands of these things. In his eyes, it was against the natural order, seeking to extend your life through what he saw as artificial means. But this one... This one is new. Incredibly new. All of the vampires he'd encountered thus far were experienced. He sighed, lowering his bow. His piercing eyes would still gaze into his from the shadows, the threat of death only a few meters away.. For now, the Kitsune was silent. Watching. Waiting.*
Delbert
*Silence. Perhaps just a lapse of the deranged mind? A small sound of wind hitting bark? Arcano wants to believe that the danger has passed, whatever it was, but the quiet seems to worse whatever fears he holds right now. For a few, brief moments, he is left with his breath once more. By now, the deer has died, given its last few breaths while he remained poised in attentiveness, so he is left alone; he and this predator that seeks him. The smell of the intruder begins to fade away, blending more and more into the smells of the grassland, and so Arcano continues to sit in the shade, contemplating his next move.*

*What should he do now? He wonders. These grasses have sharp teeth lurking beneath them, and he does not want to be ensnared in their frenzy, and yet, what can he do to prevent it? He is powerless to the masses. A moment passes, and another. Each moment of being hyper-aware draining him of energy and motivation to move. This body has its limits, but it also seems to know some methods of survival. The deer is there, lying on the swaying grass; a source of food. The shade would work well for shelter. And if he were to run into anyone? Then perhaps this body would surprise him, as much as it had done before.*

*As he nears the deer, the smell of the fresh kill enters his nose, along with the foreign smell from before. Though he try to ignore it, it remains there, until it drives him half insane to ignore it.* ***" I do not intend to hurt you, whoever, or whatever you are- "*** *He assumes it is a person. No vicious beast this body held in its memory would ever leave it too long to attack him.* ***" I hope you will not do the same. "*** *His voice shakes as he continues to speak, now at the body of the deer and pulling out the knife he'd found in a side pocket.* ***" I... I don't know what this is. Or where I am. Or what this is. I need __help__. "*** *His voice breaks at the final word. Helpless, is what he is right now.*
Linda
*Ishikawa wouldn't say anything, wouldn't move, just stayed as he was. As everything was. Everything stayed, for just a moment. And then, he sighed quietly. The suns warmth shone down against melting snow, and the land around them was beginning to bloom with the first signs of spring. A new beginning. As much as he didn't wish to, it would be against his better judgement not to help someone in need, especially someone in a condition such as this. Slinging his bow over his shoulder, he quietly stepped forwards, allowing the sound of dead leaves crunching under his feet to be heard as he approached, so it wouldn't be a surprise as he emerged into view of the fledgling vampire. The predator that had been watching him was quite young, barely an adult, but his body was marred with pain. He tilted his head, ears flicking, scanning Arcano now that he was up close. And, still mute, he would look to their surroundings, shake his head for a moment, and offer his hand. Ishikawa didn't know what to say, but perhaps his actions said more than anything.*
Delbert
*His faltering focus remains fixed to the deer's carcass as he listens for any word of response, or any sound that would tell him that he has been heard, his hand slowly reaching to cut open the deer. But there is nothing. Just that never ending silence that encompasses him like a cold hand. So, on edge, he waits, contemplates how to turn this deer into a more edible meal. There is little need to worry however, for out of the shrubbery appears a stature, though at first he doesn't notice it. In the periphery of his vision, it is looming, shadowy, secretive; something he is unable to ascertain to whether he can trust or not.*

*Arcano's blade hovers over the deer's side, before he drops his hand. Turning slightly to face the person, he notices quickly the stark similarities and differences between them both. Similar pale skin, with raven coloured hair that frames a sharp, thin face. His blue eyes are half hidden in the shade, but they still look piercing underneath it; much different to the milky gold ones of own. For a second, his eyes drink in the form, from the furry ears, to the clothing he wore, to the bow at his back. At this, his eyes widen; of course, that was what that snapping sound was.. If he hadn't spoken sooner.. He didn't want to think about it.*

***Dangerous?*** *His conscious presses to him, but he doesn't respond, because he does not know the answer. He; in his close fitting, black and gold drapery, he; with a snubbed nose and his knitted eyebrows, he; with the singular piece of serpentine jewellery that crosses the side of his left ear. Arcano remembers everything and nothing about this new world he has entered and its inhabitants.* ***"You're a hunter."*** *A matter-of-fact statement, rather than a question. He notices the outstretched hand, but does not approach it. Like fearful prey.* ***"Where am I? You must know this area well."***
Linda
I didnt get the fuckin notif aaaa I'm sosorry