Misadventures of the Monster Hunters

[Alexander Baker]

Welcome to the story during the Era of Jacob Grey. We follow several hunters as their patsh cross to hunt down the fabled vampire queen.

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[Alexander Baker]

"Rolof! Sit!" The man squatted and transformed back into giant beast. He started growling at the shaking tree. "Best be careful Girlie. He can kill spirits." Liza snapped at lorenza while climbing onto the beasts back. 

Matthew reluctantly climbed on as well and offered his free hand to lorenza. "You coming?"

[Arabella Porter]

Avery hopped down, his laugh gone. "I wasn't-"

  "Idiot. Thinking you're invincible." She scolded Avery as the other ghosts laughed at him.

   "quite frankly, I think they should just let the wolf have him," Thomas commented. Avery nudged him ad straightened out his metaphysical attire.

   "Thank you for keeping the beastie off him. Avery is an idiot." Lorenza said in a diplomatic tone. The other ghosts laughed except for Avery.

[Alexander Baker]

"Lorenza!" Matthew said trying to get her attention.

"Get on the beast damnit!" Liza yelled, the impatience and anger brewing in her voice.

[Arabella Porter]

"You're joking. the killing machine?" she said, hopping on the wolf's back as she said so. "This is madness." she laughed nervously.

[Alexander Baker]

As soon as she was situated Rolof took off with lightning speed.

Several hours later they stopped outside the town. Rolof changed back into human form and the four of them started walking into town.

[Arabella Porter]

  "I've never done that before," Lorenza smiled excitedly. "That was incredible!" She knew that Liza wouldn't have anything nice to say so she kept her conversation with Matthew. "So what was it you said you did again?"

[Alexander Baker]

"I just deliver the packages" Matthew says while walking with her "Liza is beastmaster. Beyond skilled at hunting beasts of all kind." 

"But ultimately I am just a simple courier, I just happen to luck out that Liza had a job in the same direction as I did."

[Ivonne Lawrence]

The rather pungent smell of traversing intention marched through her senses like a parade. Clearly this was the group responsible for the hisses and mutters of complaint that came from the trees earlier as Aeron was busy shuffling a broom across floors bereft of any hope towards ever being clean.

Dark green eyes narrowed at the warped silhouette of an indeterminate behemoth crashing through the edge with all the grace of a furry toddler on first steps. Even from the window in the ruddy shack of narcissism she had to call home for the week, she knew an otherworldly beast when she saw it.

“They've certainly made themselves noticeable.” She spat on the floor and tossed the broom she was gripping with all the malice as if it were a slimy worm she wished to strangle. She hated cleaning.

Rarely had to do it when the floor underneath her was grassy, washed by rain and weather. Rocks didn't need dusting, and feet were allowed to get as blackened with earth as they pleased.

It certainly merited more than hiding her greatest possessions like they were cursed trinkets, which was simply a matter of opinion. She wound the cord of her worn pack closed like she was attempting to choke it, her heart beating a bit too fast with the taste of change on her tongue and the promise of leaving this gods-forsaken place thickening her blood.

Aeron stepped over the broom, but not before kicking it to lie parallel to the doorway. She spat on the ground again, and touched the beam of the door with a sharp tap of her fingers, leaving behind a darkened spot that blended in with the liver-spots of age that already dotted the wood.

“May your dirt make your resting place. Not even a saint could bed here.” She muttered clumsily. It wasn't the best of swears, and Aeron was rather unused to cursing, but the urge has pricked at her fingers like a splinter, and this host family had all the charm of the common flu.

There was only one place such a grand group of vagabond was headed. To drink and gain spirits. Briskly, Aeron pursed her lips and let out a shrill whistle.

In seconds, a large grey canine was trotting at her side, aware that her calling of him meant only one thing.

“Tonight, we track the stars, Sohym.” She exclaimed breathlessly. The wolfhound was neither here nor there in her excitement of these newcomers, he was only glad to be by his partner's side.

Attempting to loosen dust and domestic dirt off of her fingers and smooth her darkened hair in its' ratty braid, Aeron opened the door to the pub as she caught the group walking towards the same direction out of the corner of her eye.

[Arabella Porter]

"just deliver packages and run around with tough, beast training women. That's not something a normal post can say." she laughed. "So where are we going now?"

[Alexander Baker]

"Where else? The bar!" Matthew exclaimed. "My client should be their anyways."

Liza was already ahead of them and walking towards the bar with Rolof

After a brisk walk the two found themselves inside the bar and sitting down at the counter.

[Arabella Porter]

 Lorenza nodded. Clearly this man had never heard of a home delivery. "Because the bar is the only place where one could deliver a package." She commented, "How am I to know that your client would take you there only? It was a valid question." a smile peeked through in the corner of her mouth.

[Alexander Baker]

"It was the client's choice, he wanted to meet Liza here" Matthew said as he scanned the room. He saw an older looking priest sitting across from Liza. He walked upa nd haned the package to the priest. He was given a small bag of coins and went back to lorenza at the bar.