The Hunt || OPEN RP
The darkness laughed as a wounded soldier tried to run. The fearlings laughed as he stumbled. Somewhat simple boots catching and sending the odd being into a roll… Right out of a cave and out off of the edge of the cliff before it.
A light grey hand reached out to catch the edge. The boy winced as he hit the side hard and his shoulder was jarred. Pale white light splattering the side of the cliff from his shoulder, and his mouth.
Clad in the uniform of one who served the royal house Lunanoff. Soaked in white light of blood. Six spikes set deep into his shoulders and back. He looked up towards the edge of the cliff. Green on black. The fearlings were coming and his grip was already shaking.
Gritting his teeth he swung both legs into the cliff to get purchase and let go. Pushing himself off into a backflip. A fearling reaching out for him… reaching… and just missing the curl of a lock of dulled white hair. Gravity however took its toll. He did not have enough strength to fly.
The fearlings took after him and the boy turned in the air to face them. On reached out for him. Carefully dodging he stepped onto it. Racing up its arm and just as they were about to hit the ground he jumped off of it and into the branches of a tree. Taking off through the trees as more fearlings started to take chase.
The hunt for a little light was on.