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				Title: <strong>The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>25-07-2016, 02:38:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Olivia Dawn</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1380.photobucket.com/albums/ah162/Wintersday92/0af40e5e98212ace68612f76243e123c_zps0gq9pflr.jpg)<br></div></div></div><br>It was late afternoon where the sun had only just started to fade beyond the treetops. when Olivia was standing in her room with her mother. "Oh Olivia you look so beauitful" A soft gently voice come from an older women who stared at her nervous daughter through a tall mirror that hanged on the back of white wooden door.&nbsp; "And stop worrying about everything, you'll do fine." Olivia's mother added softly as Olivia kept of fiddling with ends of her hair like she did every time she got nervous. <br><br>Today was a huge day not only for the 18 year old Olivia, nor just for her family but for her whole coven. A lot depended on the ritual that was to start that evening, that was months, even years in the planing. The coven was on a task to reborn their magic since after generations and generations has pass their magic had seemed to fade back into the earth. Leaving them less powerful then what they where originally and with a world growing and evolving the witches couldn't offered to grow any weaker. <br><br>"I know I will be, but still it's really important to our coven and I don't want to mess any of it up." Olivia replied as she turned to her mother. It was true there was a lot at stake but each child was chosen for a reason. Since the coven in based around the four elements of the world, fire, earth, water and air. Four girls have been chosen from each of the pure bloodlines of magic. Crystal from water, Lola from air, Jane from fire and of course Olivia from earth. All four of the girls where born on a Red Lunar moon on the same night which meant they held the key to the element. Being the strongest within their line of blood. If the coven was maximise their magic it would have to start and complete the ritual by the girls 21st birthday, at the latest. With a full red lunar moon landing on the year they turn 18, now was there best opportunity. <br><br>"What is it I have to do anyways? No one is telling us anything, just that will be helping to reborn our magic and how much of an honour it is for us." Olivia asked as she frowned lightly her dark olive green eyes staring at her mothers. Her mouth gave a heavy sign, the whole thing has been much of a mystery for the girls. "There isn't much you need to do my dare. It's much like all the other rituals we do. Just try not to worry." With that faint bells could be heard from the covens church. "It's time" her mother said excitedly as she looked at her daughter with the brightest smile you could ever imagine.&nbsp; <br><br>Olivia tried to match her smile and nervous still fluttered around in her stomach. It was hard to pinpoint it but there was something about not knowing what was going to happen that had been making feel on edge for the last few nights. Even her dreams had turned into nightmares of screams and cries. Still Olivia placed on a brave face and followed her mother down the stairs where her father was waiting from the both. "Ready my little bud?" he asked as he wrapped his arm around her tightly before letting her go and taking a good look at her. "Ready as i'll ever be she replied with a warm smile. "Here you'll need this. Now go make your family proud." Her father added as he handed her little seed and nodded for them all to leave. <br>&nbsp;<br>It was a short walk to where the ritual was being held. It was a open field where everyone from the coven was waiting. In the middle of the field was a burnt out part of land where grass had once grown. Drawn in the dirt was two large circles , one inside the other forming a border. The border was marked off in four separate spaces, each with another circle drawn inside where the girls where meant to stand. All the girls where wearing white as a sign of purity and innocence. Olivia had chosen to wear a sweet little dress that hugged the top half of her body but flowed loosely down to her knees. With delicate embroidered flowers. Her long red flowing hair was tired up in a loose bun with small stands of her hair framing her pale features. The wind was gentle so the candles the light up a path way to the centre and around the circle staid alight.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With a final hug from both of her parents she made her way to the circle where the other girls where making there way too. Each stood in there spot and looked at each other with mixed emotions. Most of the girls seemed excited and smiled brightly where Olivia stood nervously, trying to seem happily and excited. The alders of the coven stood behind each other the girls with the rest of their friends and family standing behind them, holding hands and starting to cast the spell for the ritual. <br><br>Olivia looked down at her hands and opened them slightly to see the little seed her father had given her. Without really knowing what she was doing she started to cast her own little spell on the seed. Looking up she notice the other girls doing the same thing with there own elements, each entranced and focused. Her eyes drifted back down to her seed which twisted and turned within the palms of her hand. She tilted her head as her words come out of her mouth softly. A small tiny step peeked out of the seed with a bright green leaf uncurling itself. She smiled to herself, having always enjoyed her ability and the way she could almost speed up life. The chanting of the other witches around her seemed to fade into the background as all she could and wanted to focus on was the tiny seed she was growing, but something in the back of her head cried out to her.<br><br>By the time she manged to draw her gaze away from her seed, she saw just in time, Jane's throat being slit before her as the alders called out her element. Olivia froze, not wanting to believed what she was seeing. Next the alders called out air and Lola's throat was cut before she could look up from her little twister of wind. Crystal looked up as she notice Lola's body clasping on the ground next to her, before she had any chance to do anything the alders called out water. Wasting no time Olivia turned around, holding the seed firmly in her hand and cast a strong spell which caused some roots from the ground appear and tangle and weave themselves around the alder women. Giving her some time to start running. <br><br>As she ran she looked over at the crowed her parents but along with the rest of the coven they continued to chant their spell, with their eyes closed and looking down at the ground. 'They must have known' the words echoed in her mind as she looked over at them in horror and be trail. 'They must have all known.' she thought again as no one seemed shocked or scared for her or the other girls life's. The time she wasted thinking allowed one of the other alder ladies get close to her but Olivia soon flicked her hand, thinking she would cast a spell of her own but instead a gush of wind caused the lady to fly backwards halfway across the field. <br><br>Olivia stared at her hand for a moment wondering how on earth she could she had cast an air spell. Looking up she could see the shock in the alders eyes too and then she knew understood. If she was right then she would now have the elements of the other girls too. "Olivia please don't do anything stupid!" Cried over one of the alders. "You wont be able to control all the elements! It will kill you!" she added in a plea to scare Olivia to reason. "So you'll rather you kill me instead?!" Olivia bit back in anger. "You'll be re-boring our power! and with that You'll be reborn!" The alder cried out. "You expect me to trust you! After you murdered my friends? I would rather the power killed me then you!" She replied before she clenched her hand into a small ball and slowly opened it up to reveal a small ball of fire. "No! Olivia don't! Think about what your doing" She alder begged once again but it was pointless. <br><br>With a forceful movement of her hand the fire ball launched itself to the ground by the alder, causing her to fall back away from the burning flames. The flames continued to moved forward and into the large ring of witches that held hands for the ritual forcing them to break hands and ending the spell all together. Loosing no time Olivia took this chance to run, staying as close to the flames as she could and even sending out the odd gush of wind to anyone who came closer to her. As she left the field she could hear the faint cries of her parents begging for her to come back but as hard as it was for Olivia there was no way she would ever been going back to her coven.&nbsp; <br><br>Several months passed and Olivia kept on the move, moving further and further away from her coven. That didn't mean how ever her coven didn't try to reach out to her and find her. Several times other witches had chased her down for their reward of being her back to the coven and each time Olivia lost them. Although her last encounter was far from pleasant. In fact she had killed the man. He was in his mid to late 30's, tall and didn't seem much of a novice at this kind of things, but he put her in a position where she had no choice. Still some nights she would wake up in a sweat hearing his screams and mixture of bones snapping and branches crackling.<br><br>Since then Olivia took a big move and been staying low, not drawing any attention to herself or leaving any kind of trail. Which meant she had stopped using magic, for the most part. She even has gotten herself a job and a small apartment, in a small town called Dunwich town a little way off from one of the big cities. At night she worked in a local bar which was ironically called The Lunar Bar. Where people where always coming and going and had little interest of who or what you was. Well that was unless they where a drunk man who wanted nothing more then a little fun in the back of their car but even then Olivia shared very little, in both aspects of her background and her body. <br><br>In truth it was a great setup for her. Since she had grown into the complete opposite type of person she was nearly two years ago. Or so she liked to think. When she was with the coven she was the sweet little girl who did her homework when told, helped around her town and never missed behave of even hurt a fly but now. Let just say she didn't mind slapping that odd guy who got out of hand. What the coven had done to her learnt her a hard lesson. She could trust no one. A wall slowly grew around her heart but that didn't mean she was completely heartless. In fact everyone who thought they knew Olivia saw her as their own little sweetheart, or so she was nicked name at the bar.<br><br>The Lunar bar was what you expected for a small town where loads of people seem to come and go. It was a fairly big place with dark wooden interior and the odd splash of red for colour. When you came into the building you could smell the mixed combination of liquor and snacks, with the bar facing opposite you with plenty of seating. There was a stage where bands would play and during a Saturday night karaoke too. Which Olivia couldn't help but have a go. At the opposite of the room laid pool and snooker tables for those who liked to play. In the middle where tables and chairs to seat at least 200 people. <br><br>Little did she know back home the witches where forcing there hands to find Olivia who had seemed to have gone off the radar. "You shouldn't have called him! He can be dangerous and we don't need an outside creeping into our business." An alder cried out in both worry and annoyance. "We have little choice. Besides he's discreet and honestly our best option since we only have a few months left to the last Full Blood Moon. After this we can kiss goodbye to restore our power to what it once was." The older of the alders hissed back angrily. "Besides Olivia has been on the run for over 2 years now. She would have adapted to the power of her elements and those of the girls too. Sending a plain witch will do no good." The older alder added. "Well...fine...but what dose he want in return?" she younger alder replied giving in on the argument knowing full well that her older sister was right. "Uncut gems. That is his payment." She older alder replied as she twisted the black card in her hands with sliver ink engraved with just a number. Wondering if in fact they had done the right thing. <br><br>Meanwhile back in Dunwich it was like any other Saturday night. The bar house at least 40 people with some staying at one side of the bar since it was karaoke night and Olivia was doing her rounds of picking up the glasses. She smile sweetly as she said hello the the locals that come in and asked if the new faces where enjoying there time. Making her way back to the bar Roxanne begged for Olivia to take over the bar while she went outside for her annual 20 minute fag break. "Yes, yes go! I'll hold the fort down for you, but hurry up it's my time on the mic after this one." Olivia replied as she giggled lightly shaking her head at her friend. <br><br>As Olivia placed the dirty glasses into the dishwasher she looked up to see a tall dark hair (handsome as hell) guy. He was most certainly a face in town and one Olivia wouldn't mind seeing again. "Hey there welcome to The Lunar bar. Whats your poison?" She asked almost kindly tilting her head to once side, allowing her long red locks to trace down her shoulder, over her tight dark green tank top that hugged her body. That she had paired with a flared skirt that came to mid thigh. Topped or rather bottomed with a pair of black tights and simple heels. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostSoul</strong> on <strong>25-07-2016, 04:54:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> MacKinley Sable</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b8/cd/17/b8cd17a7049d83bbb1b39b01c3432a2f.jpg)<br></div></div></div><br>It had been a challenging hunt so far. He was almost disappointed the end was now in sight. Five months of sifting through tenuous leads, interviews, every last scrap of trivia about his quarry and her life up to the minute she ran had finally led him to this ironically named tavern in some backwater. He still needed to confirm his observation, it never hurt to verify initial information, especially for someone who specialized in things that never came fully into the light, but he would be surprised if he was wrong this time.<br><br>"Thank you. I'll take a double of Abraham Bowman Pioneer if you've got it. If not, I'll take whatever your best bourbon happens to be." He smiled politely and watched his oblivious quarry gracefully move off to fill his drink order.<br><br>He settled back into the slightly sticky booth, his grey eyes never seeming to pause scanning the room. Everything except his eyes radiated polite friendliness. His eyes however, wouldn't have seemed out of place on some large predator. At least until anyone happened to wander by and they immediately filled with good cheer with the nearly unconscious ease of long practice. <br><br>The witches had gotten the hard eyes though. That and more when they'd met to offer him the contract. Despite their inflated sense of uniqueness, they'd been depressingly predictable. <br><br>He'd barely accepted the call on his cell before "Epheba" attempted to secure his assent to a laughably nebulous contract for an insultingly low fee. He'd simply hung up. When his phone rang again a few seconds later, he'd cut the caller off tersely. "The next words I hear that insult my intelligence or my professionalism will result in my ending this call permanently. Is that understood?" It was and they'd agreed upon a meeting at the top of the Space Needle in Seattle to negotiate a deal. <br><br>The witches had been glamoured from head to toe in an effort to overawe him. He'd been in the presence of the Queen of Air and Darkness in full fury, their paltry display left him utterly unmoved. As soon as they figured out that ploy had failed, they'd attempted to invoke sex to gain advantage. <br><br>So he'd dropped his own mask, letting the humanity bleed away into something coiled, dangerous, and cold. It was unnerving, the sort of stare a wolf or big cat might direct to someone. It was a look that left no question you could walk away or you could die and utter disinterest as to which choice you'd made. He'd simply waited, motionless as a statue, until they decided to stop playing games.<br><br>In the end, what they'd wanted was remarkably straight-forward; the location and retrieval of a run-away novice. Of course, they'd complicated matters into an utter hash through their own ham-handed attempts. Which had finally resulted in them calling him to sort out the mess they'd made. Drawing any useful details from them had been like pulling teeth from a turtle. Their pathological need for secrecy was infuriating, as was their insistence upon setting a time limit.<br><br>They'd tried to balk at the five-hundred thousand US in uncut precious stones he'd quoted as his fee. That was fine, they could take it or leave it.<br><br>They'd taken seventy-two hours to call him back to accept his terms.<br><br>And now, here he was.
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				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>07-08-2016, 18:51:12</strong>
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				Olivia waited and smiled at the stranger as he made his rather specific order of a double of Abraham Bowman Pioneer or&nbsp; whatever your best bourbon was. Nodding lightly she headed through an arch way behind the bar here certain prime good bottles of sprits and liquor was kept. It took her a few moments to find what she was looking for but she managed to find a very dusty bottle Abraham Bowman Pioneer.<br><br>Dusting it off quickly she made her way back over to the quite bar, grabbing a short crystal glass before placing both on the bar. With a little struggle at first Olivia managed to open the bottle and pour the liquid into the glass filling just under half way. Normally her boss kept the good stuff for the more rare and important guests but since there few of those and this guy seemed well off, she saw no harm in giving him the good stuff. <br><br>"Where not meant to give the good stuff to new comers..."she confessed quietly as she placed his drink before him with a napkin underneath. "But your a man who knows what he wants...and luckily for you my boss isn't in today" she added with a wink as she placed the bottle under the bar out of view of other customers. "So what brings to this quite neck of the woods?" She asked kindly wondering why this tall dark and mysterious man would venture to this dull town. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>LostSoul</strong> on <strong>09-08-2016, 11:23:37</strong>
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				Mr. Sable took a slow sip of the fine whiskey, letting it vaporize off his tongue more than swallowing. It was slightly surprising they'd had a bottle in stock at all given the price tag. He'd resigned himself to disappointment on that front when he'd passed the doorway, but it wasn't as if he was there for their spirits. Still, it was a puzzling and pleasant surprise they had his brand.<br><br>Her words solved that mystery. She'd raided her boss' private supply. From the look of the place, it was entirely probable the man liked playing the role of rich tavern owner. He'd do the bare minimum to keep the place maintained and the regulars happily complacent while keeping a personal cellar of distinguished brands to impress his "VIP's." Which in his case were probably whatever women came through the door that he thought he could dazzle into bed. So the question now was whether she'd deliberately poached the bottle for him or was oblivious.<br><br>"I doubt you win many new customers with that policy," he observed. He swirled the dark liquid around the glass for a moment, then fixed his grey eyes upon her own with a laser-like intensity. "I know precisely what I want and will do whatever it requires to have what I want." He let his eyes slide downward back to his drink. He savored another sip. "So I think it's your boss who is lucky today." From the corner of his eye he observed her when he continued. "I'm in town on business for at least the next few days. Sadly, it appears this town is exceedingly quiet, as you said. Short of drinking my liver into submission, do you have any recommendations for suitable diversion until my business here is concluded?"
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				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>14-08-2016, 21:37:43</strong>
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				Olivia watched the strange man take a sip of his drink, almost savouring the flavour like it would evaporate before his eyes. As he spoke his voice was firm and deep yet not off putting or threatening. In fact it was an odd mix which added to his mysterious appeal. <br><br>"Well we don't tend to get many new customers..." Olivia confessed as she replied back to his comment. Her eyes lingered on him for a while and soon enough his own grey eyes looked up at her. Without warning goosebumps flooded over her and she could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up on end as her heart skipped a beat. There was just something about this guy that had really caught her attention. Whether or not that was good thing Olivia had yet to find out but for now she was enjoying his company.<br><br>So he was here on business. Olivia couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he would only be staying here for a few days, but maybe that was for the best. She got herself in a little habit of not sticking with the same people for to long, apart from work of course but that was a different matter. Luckily her work friend Roxanne had a boyfriend and when she wasn't at work she would be with him. Only a few times the two hand hanged out alone and that was many to go shopping. <br><br>"that's a shame you'll only be here for a while." Olivia replied giving him a half smile that showed her disappointment. "Ah well I guess that would depend on the type of guy you are. If your the quite type, there's a few nice cafes in town, a decent library and tons of placing to just relax, we even have a local spa which I'll admit isn't that bad of a place. If your more of an active person there's tons of places you can hikes, go for a run or go rock climbing. There's a lake near by too that some people swim in or take a boat out every now and then. You can even rent out a cabin if you really want to push the boat out." Olivia suggested. <br><br>Although it was a small town it did have its perks when it came to landscapes and wildlife. This was one of the reason why Olivia made a choice to stay here, her powers felt more at home with a lake near by and nothing but forest and fresh air around her. It was a wonder this place wasn't more popular but since it was slightly hidden away people never really to look this far. <br><br>"But if your looking for something...on edge sadly you have come to the wrong place." She added with a small giggle as she waved her hands a bit looking around at the bar they where in. "Do you have a place to stay while your here? If your having some trouble I know a nice Inn near by." She added wondering where he might be staying for his short stay in town. 
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				Post by: <strong>LostSoul</strong> on <strong>17-08-2016, 12:55:05</strong>
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				She was very pretty and seemed realitively innocent. Not that such impressions meant much. Some of the most inhumanly vicious creatures he'd ever encountered had projected a childlike innocence and vulnerability while prancing knee deep through viscera. The Unseelie Courts were so beautiful it tore away a piece of your soul to look away, created a yawning void within few mortals could ever conceive of to even be away from it for even a moment while also giving flesh to nightmares beyond imagining, of sights that bypassed everything except that elemental scream of pure terror at the heart of all life. No, he would not trust her seeming.<br><br>Briefly, he wondered what crime this witch had committed against her coven that required his services. He dismissed the musing of course, he was hired for his skills at hunting not to ask questions. Still, he needed to confirm his suspicions before he could conclude the contract. His quarry had shown great care in covering her tracks. It was probable she'd let her guard drop after so long, but assumptions were what tripped people up.<br><br>"One does tend to follow the other," he acknowledged her admission. He gestured to the bench on the other side of his booth. "It looks like your customers are taken care of for the moment, have a seat and tell me more. I'd like to hear more about the hiking trails you know." He gave her a warm, but fake smile. "I'd especially like to know more about those lake cabins for rent you mentioned. I'm staying at a hotel a couple miles down the road, but it would be nice to get away from other people for a bit. Kind of mix in as much vacation into my business trip as I can."<br><br>He leaned back, giving Olivia a crooked, slightly teasing smile. "And what sort of 'edge' were you suggesting? Does the nice local girl possess a few 'edges'?"
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				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>17-08-2016, 22:39:16</strong>
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				Olivia was slightly surprised when the strange gentleman hinted for her to take up a bench next to him. His words where true however as all the customers where happy sipping on the drinks, either chatting away, playing pool or watching the karaoke which Olivia was lined up to be next. Though Olivia had already decided to skip her go in a chance on finding out more about this strange and mysterious man. <br><br>After glancing around the room to make sure everyone was happy she made her way around the bar, moving swiftly with her heels clicking on the dark wooden floor lightly. "I guess I could spare a few minutes..." She commented with a warm smile as she stood before her stool next to him. Elegantly she slid herself up on the stool almost effortlessly as she crossed her legs one over the other, helping showing off her smooth legs.<br><br>At his last comment about if she possessed a few edges she couldn't help but give a half giggle. "I'm afraid I'm quite a dull girl when it comes to edges. Unless you count rock climbing and runs in the woods?" She replied back with a small smile as she missed out a very important detail that she was a witch that currently possessed each of the elements power and she was on the run from her own coven. But hey rock climbing could be trilling!&nbsp; <br><br>"There's a few a great trails around town each a little different depending on your mood and how...athletic your feeling..." Olivia said as her eyes wondered for a moment down his body an back up to his eyes. A little flirting never hurt anyone right? "There's a great one along the river bank. It has amazing views and tons of other little paths you can wonder on. Plus you can always take a dip in the lake if you work up a big sweat. I could take you on if you have some free time while your here?" She kindly suggested with a warm smile wondering if he would actually take her up on her offer. <br><br>Apart of her wanted him to but the other half didn't. If they spent more time together that would involve them or more to the point him finding out more about her. Which wasn't in her plans. <br><br>But the run was so beautiful and since one of Olivia's favourite ways of staying fit was running and swimming which made the river run perfect for her, plus it helps boost her magic and gave her the chance to let off some magic when ever she felt the needed too. And since the locals didn't seem to appreciated the scenery like she did. So she knew she was safe in practicing her magic amongst the thick forest an depths of the water. Although now with Mr handsome around&nbsp; she would have to be more careful. <br><br>"As for the cabins theres about 10 of them spread out over the woods around us. Each offering something different. There's one not to far from me, maybe an extra 10-15 minutes walk. Its a small cosy cabin fitted with everything you need, bed, draws, wardrobe, small kitchen with dinning table chairs, and a sofa. Although you dint get great reception of course. Mr lodging owns them all, his the man with the black cowboys hat, just have a chat with him, he'll hook you up." Olivia said as she pointed to the corner of the room where a large man with a black cowboy hat sits with a few other fellows, laughing and talking about there latest hunt. "He's a friendly guy, likes a laugh." She added giving Mr lodging a small wave before looking back over at the stranger besides her. <br><br>"So i take it your into your nature since you pretty into the cabin idea?" Olivia questioned him as she raised an eyebrow playfully wanting to get to know more about him. "You don't strike me as the nature type...although you seem like a guy who has a few edges to him though..." Olivia added as she rested her elbows on the bar counter with her head softly resting within her hands as she looked over at him with an inquisitive look upon her soft and gentle features. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostSoul</strong> on <strong>18-08-2016, 12:39:33</strong>
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				As Olivia settled herself lightly atop the stool, Mac didn't bother pretending that his attention was momentarily captured by the sight of her shapely legs crossing. They were worth the appreciation and as long as he refrained from leering or worse, drooling, he doubted she'd be horribly offended. Pretty women in bars garnered a lot of looks. He secretly wondered whether they would feel as smooth to his fingertips as they appeared.<br><br>"You are most gracious... Miss? I don't believe I caught your name previously. My apologies."<br><br>Her giggle was disarming. Ironically, Mac found that alarming. He'd come to the conclusion years ago when he'd finally won his way free from the realms of the Fae that whatever softness had once existed in his heart had long since hardened into dispassionate cynicism. They'd stolen so much from him. His innocence, his hope, his love... friends... family... the world he'd once known. They'd taken everything and left him alone and adrift in a world that had forgotten him decades ago if he'd been truly fortunate. Nations had risen and fallen, globe spanning wars waged, planets explored while he'd lingered oblivious upon the Otherside. Worse in his opinion was that the effect of her laugh was completely natural. There was no hint of compulsion or glamor to her giggle. Anything strong enough to bleed across his wards would be too powerful for subterfuge. It was just the brief giggle of a happy young woman. And one he wanted to hear laugh again.<br><br>"I dare say that ascending mountain faces and running along trails can be quite invigorating if not risky. Certainly it's a purer edge to walk than ingesting some chemical or having someone take a switch to their backside. I wouldn't say you're dull in the least."<br><br>Was she starting to flirt? Excellent. He'd always enjoyed that game. "With the right companion, I'm often feeling very... athletic." The pause was slight, the emphasis light, designed to linger in her mind. She'd let her eyes take his measure, he saw no reason not to return the gesture. There was a taste of heat in his eyes as he took in her body.<br><br>"Perhaps in another day or two I'll be able to take you up on your offer of the river trail if you're still so inclined. I regret I shall be quite thoroughly engaged until the evening hours for the next few days." She didn't need to know the work he had sincerely professed would consume so much of his coming days was in observing her. Perhaps she'd take a run on the morrow. If he was lucky, she'd expose herself in the assumed solitude of the woods. If not, well, he was a hunter. He knew how to be patient. Besides, there were <em>much</em> less appealing things he could be focusing on than the perky redhead.<br><br>"I appreciate your assistance with the suggestion of the cabins. The more you've said, the more ideal for my purposes they sound. I was not looking forward to trying to conduct my business amidst the coming and goings of the hotel." He shot Olivia a nearly shy smile. "The lack of reception won't be a problem. I don't watch much TV." He would definitely have to have a chat with the humorously aptly named Mr. Lodgings about renting a cabin. He didn't know which one was the one Olivia had mentioned was nearest her house, but it wouldn't be unusual to want to see the property before renting and it would be a simple thing to tail the pretty barmaid home. It was an elegant solution.<br><br>Mac gave her a crooked smile and turned her question back on her. "What makes you think I am not 'the nature type' as you put it? Do I look like a metrosexual or something?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>20-08-2016, 02:20:54</strong>
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				Olivia smiled sweet as he commented on her not being dull and if anything a risk taker with her runs and hikes. "Your making me sound like I'm some kind of exciting thrill seeker or something!" She replied back over to him as she giggled softly again. She was half he didn't find her boring but she didn't want to seem to interesting. After all she had a lot of history that she had tried her very hardest at hiding for the last two years and she wasn't willing to let any of it slip out any time soon. <br><br>As he commented back to her question she couldn't help but allow he eyes to linger over his figure once again. Taken in what should could only imagine being a very tone and perfectly carved body. Yes he did seem like the athletic type, even with clothes on. "Mmm well you do seem to be in good shape, so I wouldn't question that for a moment." Olivia replied back over to him as she blushed a little. A few years back she would have never been so forward of flirty but hanging around in random places and working in different bars and cafes she quickly picked up the flirty nature of things. After all a little flirting never hurt anyone. <br><br>"We'll I may have to hold you to that." Olivia teased over at him playfully as he mentioned he may take her up on her offer for a run by the river. "Your more then welcome and I can understand getting away from crowds. I prefer the company of animals and nature then large groups of people and busy traffic. I always feel claustrophobic.&nbsp; Which I know seems silly." Olivia confessed truthfully. Hence why she had chosen to settle somewhere quieter and more tucked away.&nbsp; <br><br>"And I'm sorry I didn't mean any offence! Although your hair is pretty well done..." She teased as he asked why she thought he wasn't the nature type. "You just seem...in control, head strong. Like you would do well in the city, managing some fancy company and getting people to...submit to you." She added as she smile, although her smile was more flirtatious then sweet this time. He did seem more of the dominating kind. Like he said before he was a man who knows what he wants and will do anything to get it. Olivia couldn't help but wonder if she would be some thing you would be will get. <br><br>"By the way my names Olivia but most people tent to call me-" before she could finish her sentence&nbsp; Mr lodgings come over to the bar and stood next to Olivia on her other side. "Olive my sweet sorry to disturb you, could I get another beer please?" He asked giving them both a warm smile. Oliver turned slightly on the stool and smiled warmly back to Mr lodging. "Of course anything for my number one customer! Oh by the way this gentlemen might be interested in one of your cabins to stay in for a few days. I told him a little about them. Is the one by me still free?" She asked ever so sweetly over at Mr lodgings who seemed to been at the thought of someone being interested in his cabins. It wasn't like it was rare but out here there wasn't many new customers who came looking for his cabins so when ever a new face was interested it always seemed to brighten up his day. "Ah is that so! Wonderful I do believe it is but I do have a few other nice cabins too me boy!" Mr Lodgings replied brightly. <br><br>Olivia turned to face Mac taking her time sliding off of the stool. Her figure curving and moving elegantly, her breast becoming more pronounced just before she stood up strait. With a quick wink over at him she walked off back round the bar and poured Mr Lodgings his bear while be commented on the price ranges and the differs views of each of the cabins. " You should pop over tomorrow morning to my office it's just up the road from here. Ill give you a tour of the cabins available and we could work out some kind of deal if you like!" He added as he gave a bid over to him before happily taking the freshly poured beer and heading back down to sit with his friends. <br><br>Olivia watched as he walked back, not helping but smile as she did. Although these guys knew very little of her, she had grown to like a fare few of them. "Sorry if I kinda up you in it then." Olivia said as she gave him a guilty smile. Then she wondered if she had missed his name. "And i just realised I didn't even catch your name either!" She added feeling a little awkward that he knew hers but she didn't know his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostSoul</strong> on <strong>23-08-2016, 09:53:49</strong>
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				Mac's smile was slightly mysterious. "One never knows. Especially in sleepy, tucked-away towns." He took another sip of his drink. "Though I expect speaking with a stranger over drinks could be its own type of thrill-seeking, though very safe."<br><br>He evoked a blush when she looked at him this time. Had he tipped his hand too much? If she suspected he was at home with physical pursuits would she become more wary? Patience was one thing, but if he had to wait for her to drop her guard again, it would push his contract deadline much closer than he liked. Then again, it was hard to mind making a beautiful woman blush from the thoughts that crossed her mind when looking at his body. "Maybe I'm just a gym-rat," he countered.<br><br>"Hold me to whatever you like." Overt flirtation? Perhaps just a little. "I make no promises however. It's quite possible I shan't be able to conclude my affairs in town in time to get much sightseeing in. The offer is entirely gracious regardless."<br><br>Mac lifted an eyebrow. "Have you done anything to offend?" He chuckled into his whiskey. "So you see me as a corporate type. Interesting."<br><br>Olivia also appeared to be somewhat impulsive, leaping upon the chance to grab Mr. Lodgings' attention about the rental cabins when he came over for a refill. The older gentleman seemed momentarily taken aback, like being ambushed by a half-grown kitten. The man seemed rather fond of her too. Hard not to be in the face of such cheerful sweetness. Mac wondered if she was aware this fatherly type wasn't above giving her chest and rear a glance when she wasn't paying attention.<br><br>Mr. Sable shifted his attention to the property holder. "That cabin sounds like it would be just fine. No slight upon the rest, but I see no reason to put you to greater bother when I suspect the first will suit me just fine. Would ten o'clock be acceptable?"<br><br>He turned back to the redhead. "Nothing to apologize for. Once again I appreciate your assistance." He drained his glass, savoring the last swallow. "And with that, I should probably retire. It was a pleasure to meet you Olivia. For the span of a drink, you can call me Mac." He stood gracefully. "Perhaps I'll manage to see you again before business takes me elsewhere."<br><br>He left, reviewing the night in the taxi back to his hotel room. It was nice enough, but he wouldn't miss the room. Too many people had passed through it and the layers of auras set his teeth on edge. Normally, he'd just sprinkle a bit of rock salt to disperse the worst of it and endure it. It was highly doubtful any vacation cabin ever saw that sort of traffic. It was indeed fortunate Olivia had mentioned it. Now that he thought of it, much had fallen into place neatly. His professional paranoia wanted to question whether it was too much coincidental good fortune, but most of it just seemed to be his quarry's good cheer and unwitting helpfulness.<br><br>He kicked off his shoes and stripped to the waist, sinking into the room's wing chair where he fell into a light doze.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>17-09-2016, 00:23:35</strong>
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				Olivia was relieved that Mac didn’t feel that she had put him on the spot when she had spoken to Mr Lodgings. She smiled warmly over to him, feeling warm hearted that she was able to help him in some kind of way. Not all the time she would go out of her way to help customers but when it would befit the people that lived here too she couldn’t resist.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Her eyes contently watched him finish off his drink as she leaned down slightly ready to pick up the bottle of drink from under the counter to refill his drink. When he continued on talking her smiled faded somewhat as he mentioned that he would be retiring for the night. Leaned back up avoiding grabbing up the bottle of drink she tried to look less disappointed then she had felt. <br>&nbsp;<br>It made a change finding someone attractive to talk to, even though she knew deep down she should avoid making new friends or even chatting up handsome looking men that walked into the bar. After all with the blood moon coming into play soon she knew it was one of the last chances her coven had at re-birthing their magic. To say her personal life was complicated was an understatement of the century. But then again she had to seem like a normal staff. Chatting and seeming friendly to each and every customer, after all she had bills to pay just like anyone else and this seemed to be a low key job. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Are you sure I couldn’t persuade you to say longer?” Olivia asked as sweetly as she could but she knew her efforts wouldn’t make a difference. “It was a pleasure meeting you too Mac. If you ever want to take that hike if you’re not busy just pop in and let me know.” Olivia added. “I hope so.” She replied back over to him as he mentioned that their paths may meet again. <br>&nbsp;<br>Just as he left her friend and co-worker had returned back from her long fag break. No doubted her boyfriend had come over to see how her day was going so far. “Nice break?” Olivia asked her friend as see come in with her own bright smile. “Yes thanks, who was that?” She asked with a little frown as she watched as Mac left the bar. “Oh just some guy who’ll be staying in town for a few nights.” Olivia replied as she shrugged her shoulders trying to make it seem like no big deal. “Oh...? And what’s this?!” Her friend asked as she pointed at the bottle of drink under the counter. “He must have been some kind of guy for you to dip into Mr Lakes rare supply.” She added as she gave a little giggle, enjoying tease her normally quite friend. “He was… interesting.” Olivia couldn’t help but reply not wanting to give too much away from her friend. <br>&nbsp;<br>The rest of Olivia’s evening was filled of her friend asked her questions and the tall dark handsome man she had seen leaving and why Olivia was being so secretive. Olivia knew she had no reason to be so secretive but it was fun seeing her friend getting frustrated and excited that her friend had a little flirtatious side to her. It reminded her when she was back at her coven, way before all the drama had happen. With her and her friends gossiping about other boys within the coven and who had a crush on whom. <br>&nbsp;<br>The flash from the pass had made for a restless night for Olivia as she tossed and turned in her bed. Her mind raced on her now desisted friends that she had grown up with. First with them laughing and playing around to their scream and cries from dramatic evening that was supposed to be an honour that turned into a nightmare that she relived every night. Her bed sheets and been fallen on the floor around her bed as her large t-shirt become damp with sweat and twisted around her slender form as Olivia continued to tossed and turned. <br>&nbsp;<br>As if reliving the nightmare over and over again each night wasn’t bad enough, the effect her dreams had caused a little weird reaction outside too. Luckily most people where fast asleep and in their homes to notice the weather changing weirdly and the fact she lived a little way from everyone made is easier to disguise the weird happenings around her cabin home. The vines around her house seemed to grow and weave around the framework of the cabin at a quick pace. The wind always picked up and the clouds would thicken and fade just as fast as they appeared. It was almost like a time laps of the weather from a whole night in a space of a few hours. <br>&nbsp;<br>Suddenly Olivia woke up as a branch from a tree banged loudly against her bedroom window almost causing it to crack. The wind outside slowly became calmed as she catch her breath and grew calmer as she realised that she was just having another one of her nightmare. Wiping her sweaty brow with the back on her hand she swung her legs around her bed and sat up. Her body felt sticky and hot as she was eager to undress and have a cool shower. <br>&nbsp;<br>This had now become a much common routine for her. Most night she would wake up from her nightmares in an unwelcoming hot mess. The only way she found herself feeling better and more like herself, was to have a long cold shower. Turning the taps of her shower, the water rushed out hitting the cool tiled flooring. Sleepily she undressed and climbed into the shower, enjoying the cool water cascading down her body. Closing her eyes she stood there leaning her body against the cool wall taking in the welcoming fleshing feeling. She stayed in the shower for what seemed like hours and could very well have been since the next time she hoped her eyes the sun was slowly rising above the trees. Feeling like more refreshed and calm, she washed and scrubber her body before claiming out and getting dressed into her jogging gear. This was always the highlight of her morning. There wasn't a single morning where she didn't enjoy the fresh outdoor with a light jog. It could rain or snow outside and she would still make the effort to go out on a run.<br>&nbsp;<br>Luckily though today seemed to be one of those warm clear sunny days, now that the aftermath of Olivia's nightmares had passed. Once dressed and ready placing her hair up in a high ponytail she stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of the fresh outdoors before stepping out onto the cobble pathway. Breaking into a light jog she slowly made her way down her path and onto the dirt road the eventually lead down to the river. <br><br>As she jogged along the edge of the forest the tops of the trees moving and sway as she moved underneath them. Almost shading her away from the morning sun as if a gentle wind was following ahead of her path. From the view of normal beings and humans it would look all natural but to the trained eye in magic and anything supernatural though be able to detect the hint of magic that Olivia was using to help make her morning run that little bit more pleasant. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LostSoul</strong> on <strong>20-09-2016, 10:16:14</strong>
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				Mr Sable slept fitfully. The night had always been <em>his</em> time. It was strange even now to let the darkness slip by unattended. Whether it was simple habit or an aspect of <em>their</em> tampering, he had no idea. It was just one more thing to endure, one more layer of tension upon his body, one more shade of denial upon the remains of his soul.<br><br>In the predawn hours, he stirred. His skin tingled with the sensation of static electricity. His heart had begun to race. <em>Magic!</em> Somewhere out there in town, magic was bleeding away wild and uncontrolled. It sighed upon the breeze for those with the ears to hear it, even half-awake. His eyes snapped open, blazing silver-gold in the gloom to stare sightlessly into the distance. This was the right town. His quarry was nearly in his grasp. Here, alone and unobserved, he began to smile. There was no softness to it, just the baring of pale white teeth before the predator sprang for the unsuspecting prey.<br><br>Grudgingly, he acknowledged he was too keyed up to find further rest. Power rode the night like an unseen thunderstorm and every ebb and flow danced over his skin. He rose from his chair with unnatural grace, peeling away the remainder of his clothing impatiently. His body craved action. <br><br>He fell like a gymnast into push-up position. It wasn't ideal, but it would do. His shoulders rippled as he started pressing his body up and down in swift, urgent push-ups searching for the solace of movement, the interplay of muscle, blood, and breath.<br><br>It was too early to venture out, way too soon to be seen moving through the halls. He burned away the hour with calisthenics before slipping under the cold spray of his shower. It was shocking and sharp over his flushed skin, but he never reached for the hot water. He let it sluice away the thin sheen of sweat he'd earned as well as ground out the remaining energy in the atmosphere. Mac allowed himself to linger.<br><br>Today would require some choreography. He had no hard data on when Olivia might embark upon her run and despite his confidence it had been her who had roused him from his slumber, he thought she still slept. What he'd felt had been too chaotic for a conscious, trained mind to ever let slip. That could change soon however and he needed to be in place when she left for her morning jog. He needed to learn her circuit, her pace, her awareness of things around her.<br><br>And he needed to make his appointment at ten. Silently, he snarled. It was so inconvenient to need to wait so long. Still, it wouldn't do to seem overly eager in Mr Lodging's memory when Olivia dropped off the face of the world. It was unlikely her run would take more than a couple hours at most leaving him ample time to clean himself up for the meeting. He hated that he didn't know for sure however. Oh well, there was only so much planning one could reasonably expect to do. The rest came down to talent and experience.<br><br>Sable padded out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He dried himself briskly and contemplated his suitcase. At last he stepped into a soft charcoal grey t-shirt that clung to the contours of his muscular torso, a pair of compression shorts with looser running shorts both in black over his hips. He snugged the laces of his running shoes. There, just another early morning jogger, normal enough to casual observation but able to hide in the shadows if he needed to.<br><br>It was tempting to just jog all the way to the lake, but taking the car offered more options.<br><br>There was no traffic and he found a quiet secluded pull off to park the car within sight of the running trail.<br><br>Turning left, he trotted down the trail to find a suitable, unobtrusive spot to wait for the lovely redhead.<br><br>The sun was well up into a gloriously beautiful morning when he felt the subtle tingle of magic urging the day into a little bubble of perfection around Olivia a moment before she came into view. Stealthy as a whisper, Sable matched her pace through the underbrush. There was no doubt, Olivia was his target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Witch and the Hunter || Wintersday &amp; LostSoul ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>03-02-2017, 01:33:55</strong>
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				Olivia continued to job alone the path keeping at an even steady pace. Her chest raised and fell as her lungs filled up with the fresh clean air and realised with warm carbon dioxide. As she continued along the path she was unaware that she wasn't alone. She kept using a settled amount of magic to help bend the trees to give her some shade. It always made her runs more pleasant and since she was starting to work up a sweat it was much appreciated. <br><br>A little along the way the path broke in two. Depending on the type of morning, wither the weather was right or she was aiming for a short run she would normally take the higher path but it was such a beauitful morning she thought that she would head down to the river side and take a cheeky swim to help cool off. It wasn't unusual for people to swim in the lake. eclectically during spring break and the summer, with the young adults breaking up from the studies from the neighbouring town. But right now everyone was either at school or working or getting ready to go anyways. <br><br>The path down to the river was less even then the one she was running along before but she glided down the path with natural ease. Her fiery red hair swayed from side to side as she kept at her usual pace. Within a few minutes the the trees to her left faded and and almost opened a window to the breathtaking river with mountains in the far background. She stopped to catch her breath, leaning over and resting her hands on her knees and she took in the scenery. No matter how many times she went to the river it was still always breath taking. She allowed her magic that was lightly controlling the trees to fade. <br><br>It was just now when Olivia heard some rustling of leaves behind her. The whole time she was running she didn't take much notice as she figured it was her own doing or the natural wind blowing but slowly she leaned up and looked around herself, trying to make it seem natural. As if she was taking in everything around her and not just the river. 'It could just be an animal' She told herself, although her own paranoia was flashing thoughts of the coven through her mind. It had been months since she had heard anything to do with them. She had hope she had found a safe place. After all she was miles away from her old home and she had been so careful about her use of magic. But last night wasn't exactly her finest moment. She took a deep breath and decided it was nothing. Surely if someone was there and after her they would have tried to catch her already. <br><br>Shaking her head she continued on the path that lead further down the river. She knew a great place for swimming that was tucked away with a small waterfall. When ever she felt like she needed to realise some magic she would practice some light water skills. Nothing fancy or over the top just making bubbles or little whirlpools. But after last night it was just a simple swim she was after. <br><br>Following the path she continued to admire the site of the river, the smell of the fresh water and foliage filled her nose with pleasing fragrances. Soon enough there was another slight fork in the road, this one wasn't so obvious but Olivia cut to the right and walked along a rough path. Weaving between tree trunks and branches, the slight sound of trickling water could start to be heard. It only took a few minutes to reach her goal and she wasted no time in undressing down to her dark blue matching underwear. Around her was tall trees with lushes shades of greens leaves, rocks and pebbles along the <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> large pool of water</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://d2v9y0dukr6mq2.cloudfront.net/video/thumbnail/E5A-UKCHl/amazing-nature-of-evergreen-rainforest-beautiful-waterfall-falls-to-clean-natural-pond-surrounded-exotic-green-plants-wet-mossy-stones-and-rocks-on-shore-and-twisted-roots-of-old-tree-in-front_vndmbxxil__M0000.jpg)</div></div> that was a welcoming light blue that almost matched the sky through the opening of tree tops. <br><br>Placing her clothes in a neat pile she slowly made her way to the waters edge and placed one foot in the cool water at a time. At first she shivered as the cold water flowed around her skin. It was both a shock and welcoming feeling. Step by step, inch by inch the water raised up her pale slim body, goosebumps tracing only her flesh. Once the water hit her waist she dived in, allowing the water to swarm around her body. For a few moments she swam under water and like an elegant fish she raised and broke the surface of the water, taking in a large breath of fresh air. Content with the feel of the water on her body she twirled around so she was now back stroking and looking up at the beautiful sunny sky that helped illuminate the pool and space around her. 
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