forum Hunter or Hunted? (Open)

Started March 05, 2019 by @Alex_is_alone_again

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Adara rolled her eyes, not even a little startled. "Of course not! They'd turn me in right away. Besides, I'm angry and burning things usually helps."

“Now that’s something we have in common…” the figure said with a calm voice.

Adara snorted. "Great. I've always wanted to have something in common with a maniac in a fox mask."

The figure smirked. “Well, you’ve got to accept it. What you just said is a little maniacal.” The figure seemed to be smiling normally for the first time.

Adara plopped onto the warm grass and lay down. A sudden fire sprang into being and started to burn the grass around her. "Oops," Adara said blankly.

The figure stared at the fire. “Well that’s…another thing we might have in common…?”

Adara ignored the figure. Waving her hand lazily, she commanded the fire to swoop into the air in the shape of a glowing phoenix. Then she destroyed it and banished the fire.

The figure looked behind at the burning village. He turned back to Adara like he didn’t care about the village. “By the way, I haven’t really introduced myself huh?” The figure asked.

"Nope," Adara said, popping the p. She waved her hands at the village and the flames rose even higher. She laughed.

The figure took off his mask and smiled cheerfully like a kid would. “The name’s Aisen Faltur. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He said as he turned towards Adara. His pale, white face was almost as young as a teenager but his body suggests that he’s a fully grown adult.

Elm caught Aza by the arm and hoisted her arm around his shoulder, to support her. "Of course you pass out now, Aza." He layed her down gently and shook her. When she didn't move, he grumbled something and trifled around in his bag. "Where did I put…" He took a small pouch out of his bag and put it on Aza's face. It's smell was very alarming and he stepped back.
"Sana!" Elm called, as a faint green glow surrounded her body. Elm threw something into the air, two cubes. They landed at his feet. He picked them up and inspected them. The green glow finished and Elm whipped the bag off of Aza's face.

Aisen fidgeted with the mask, throwing it up and down. Staring at the view, he feels calm and safe here…despite the hell like flames burning behind him.

Adara glanced at him. "You never asked my name. What are you, by the way?"

“I’ll answer your question first. I’m a phantom, more accurately, I’m a phantom royal guard. Also, since you mentioned it…I actually haven’t asked your name.” He said before he turned to her.

Adara smirked. "Well, do you want to know who and what I am?"

“I’d like a fair exchange” he said as he caught his mask.

Adara shrugged. "I'm Petunia and I'm a flower." She snickered. "Sorry, inside joke. I'm Adara and I'm the last fire mage in the line of Lybiran."

He laughed a little. “I hate and love how I get that joke. Also, nice name” he giggled.

Adara snorted. "Which one? Petunia? I know. It's my favorite." She adopted a simpering, stupid look. "Hewwo, I'm Petunia. Showt fow Petunia. And I'm a fwowow."

Aisen lost it and bursted in laughter. Her voice reminded him of a fellow comrade at home. “Oh geez, that was good…” he wiped his tears as he said it.

Adara grinned. "I like you. Better than that stupid Faerie and weak elf." She heard a noise and turned to see a group of soldiers running towards her. "Ooh, goody, a fight." She held out her hand, and a sword made of pure fire appeared in her palm. She glanced at Aisen. "Want to join?"

Aisen put on his mask and got out his longsword which then turned into a scythe. “I’m always ready for a fight…” he said before disappearing into flames and appearing again behind the soldiers, slicing the back row soldiers’ heads one by one. “Hey Adara, catch!” He yelled as one of the soldiers got flung in her direction.

Adara grinned as fighting adrenaline shot through her. She sliced her sword through the air at the soldier Aisen had thrown at her and sliced him in half, the corpse burning as the blade touched it. Adara laughed. She snapped her fingers and a wall of flame burst into being, slowly surrounding the soldiers and closing in on them. Adara walked straight through the flames, eyes glowing.

Aisen walked through the wall of flames with absolutely no problem and even jokingly said “Mind if I take this half?” as he pointed to some of the soldiers trapped. His scythe is now burning with blue flame and his smile through the mask made it even more sinister.

Adara smirked, looking almost evil in the firelight. "Be my guest." She poked one of the soldiers and his armor melted,, melting him with it. She laughed. "That never gets old," she said as the soldier's screams faded. She cut through her half until there was only one soldier. "Go," she said, making an opening in the flames. "Tell the king that we're coming for him, and if he sends anyone after us, we will send them to hell." She ran a finger down his cheek, causing a long burn to appear, and waved as the soldier screamed and ran.

Aisen grabbed one of the soldier’s head before they could run away. “Your eagerness to fight is one I can get along with easily” he said calmly as he froze the soldier’s head in crystals, twisted his head and pulled out his whole spine. He then threw it to the ground and crushed it with the scythe’s handle.

Adara smirked. "Well, if you want to go after the king with me, you'll be involved in a lot of fighting." She made the fire vanish.

(Is it bad that I ship them?)

(Coincidentally, in my story, Aisen is actually single…so……technically, you COULD ship them without any problems. But just saying, they would be a horrifyingly dangerous ship)

Aisen threw his scythe towards the other soldiers who are still alive from his half. Their heads all came off as easily as butter. “I don’t mind getting myself into some trouble if it involves fighting.” He claimed as the scythe came back to his hand.

(Wouldn't they though, lol? I think it would be hilarious.)

Adara snorted. "Trouble? What do you mean by that? I never get in trouble!" Her sword vanished in a burst of flame, and she sat down on the charred grass.