the-sighted-hunter

[the-sighted-hunter]

One of the Hounds buried its fangs in her arm, preventing her from running. Grayson laughs, walking over to her and playfully poking Olive's nose. "Careful, prey. I'm always watching, and you'll never know when I decide to find you again." The eye in his forehead winked at her, as if they had just told a funny joke. The Hound ripped its teeth out of her arm, leaving jagged furrows in her flesh. Grayson casually strolled away, his Hounds following. He is whistling again, a tuneless and harsh sound.

olive walks through the city, eyes wide and hopeful. she feels so small here. like a tiny little mouse. the world is so big and she is just a small bit of prey. that’s how she sees it, at least. she prays she’s the only one.

[the-sighted-hunter]

The Hounds snap at her heels, occasionally nicking her ankles. Grayson ambles after her, just far enough behind so he doesn't trip over the Hounds, but close enough that Olive is very aware that he could speed up a bit and grab her without much effort. They're whistling a tuneless melody, the sound grating on her ears.

olive walks through the city, eyes wide and hopeful. she feels so small here. like a tiny little mouse. the world is so big and she is just a small bit of prey. that’s how she sees it, at least. she prays she’s the only one.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"Prey, hmm? You sure do look like it." A mouth full of sharp teeth opens on his neck, and he yanks out two of the teeth, tossing them to the ground. The teeth blossomed into Hounds, snapping at Olive. "Run, little mouse. Run."

olive walks through the city, eyes wide and hopeful. she feels so small here. like a tiny little mouse. the world is so big and she is just a small bit of prey. that’s how she sees it, at least. she prays she’s the only one.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"Huh, never heard of it before." A third eye opened in their forehead, staring intently at Olive. "Tell me everything about it." She really doesn't want to, but it's being pulled from her regardless.

olive walks through the city, eyes wide and hopeful. she feels so small here. like a tiny little mouse. the world is so big and she is just a small bit of prey. that’s how she sees it, at least. she prays she’s the only one.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"A runaway, huh? What you running from?" Olive doesn't want to tell him. But she has to, she can't not answer or lie. Grayson smiles down at her, a baring of teeth that is most definitely not reassuring.

olive walks through the city, eyes wide and hopeful. she feels so small here. like a tiny little mouse. the world is so big and she is just a small bit of prey. that’s how she sees it, at least. she prays she’s the only one.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"I'm Grayson, and who might you be?" Their eyes bore into hers, almost seeming to pull out the information. "You're quite clearly new here."

olive walks through the city, eyes wide and hopeful. she feels so small here. like a tiny little mouse. the world is so big and she is just a small bit of prey. that’s how she sees it, at least. she prays she’s the only one.

[the-sighted-hunter]

Grayson walks up to Olive, falling in step with her. "Hello there. Are you new here? You seem kinda lost." He smiles down at her, showing just a tad bit more teeth than necessary.

olive walks through the city, eyes wide and hopeful. she feels so small here. like a tiny little mouse. the world is so big and she is just a small bit of prey. that’s how she sees it, at least. she prays she’s the only one.

[the-sighted-hunter]

A sharp grin and feline eyes manifest from above in a tree. “Well hello there, interesting to seen another of my kind. And entertaining the stuffy old eye no less! Very fascinating”

Axel swings its legs down bringing its entire face into view “What fun might you bring hmm?”

@runningandrunning

(Howdy :3)

Grayson growls at the appearance of a newcomer, one of his Hounds snapping at Axel. "If you'll excuse me, I'm hunting right now!" Further ahead, the two can hear someone running blindly through the undergrowth. They grin, sending three of his Hounds racing after his prey. A few seconds later, the sound of teeth tearing through flesh is heard, along with a screech of pain. The prey is dragged back to Grayson by his Hounds, the prey being a male with one of his hands halfway bitten off.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"Grayson, and you?" He grinned, the mouth on his neck disappearing. The dog-like creatures growled softly. He gestured at them. "These are my Hounds."

Pamela gets about halfway down the road before she realizes someone is following her. Years of Hunting and tracking have made her quite good at picking up on a tail. The hair on the back of her neck prickles. Someone is watching, though whether they see her or See her, she's not quite sure yet.

She abruptly whips around, knives in her hand and a grin on her face.

"Oh. Oh, hello."

(@visceralfractal)

The mouth on Grayson's neck snarls, his regular mouth twisted in a cruel smirk. "Hello, fellow Hunter." They pause. "Well, at the moment you're being Hunted, so..." Three of his dog-like creatures prowl around his feet.

[the-sighted-hunter]

Pamela gets about halfway down the road before she realizes someone is following her. Years of Hunting and tracking have made her quite good at picking up on a tail. The hair on the back of her neck prickles. Someone is watching, though whether they see her or See her, she's not quite sure yet.

She abruptly whips around, knives in her hand and a grin on her face.

"Oh. Oh, hello."

(@visceralfractal)

The mouth on Grayson's neck snarls, his regular mouth twisted in a cruel smirk. "Hello, fellow Hunter." They pause. "Well, at the moment you're being Hunted, so..." Three of his dog-like creatures prowl around his feet.

[the-sighted-hunter]

Grayson stared flatly at Styx. "You expect me to believe you?" He laughed, a harsh sound. "Your kind is known for their lies."

There's a quiet creaking behind Grayson, then a tap on their shoulder. When they turn to look, there's no one there. Styx is standing in front of them when they look back.

"Hi!"

- @eyes-that-decieve

Grayson hissed in surprise. "Spiraling One." He said, absolutely failing to hide their anger at being snuck up on. "What are you here for?" Grayson asked, the eye on his forehead slowly blinking.

[the-sighted-hunter]

There's a quiet creaking behind Grayson, then a tap on their shoulder. When they turn to look, there's no one there. Styx is standing in front of them when they look back.

"Hi!"

- @eyes-that-decieve

Grayson hissed in surprise. "Spiraling One." He said, absolutely failing to hide their anger at being snuck up on. "What are you here for?" Grayson asked, the eye on his forehead slowly blinking.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"Or?" Grayson asked, the pull to their voice stronger. "What other ways do you have of identifying a dead body?"

Mort is digging a small grave. It's always a pity when someone dies this young, but if nothing else, they died peacefully, surrounded by those that were dear to them. There are worse ways to leave this world.

He does not notice Grayson approaching. He does not see the eye on their head or the mouth on their neck. But he knows that someone is here who does not belong.

-The Gravedigger (@residentsofhollowville)

The extra eye and extra mouth dissappear as Grayson called out. "Hello!" They waved slightly, attempting to appear friendly, though his movements are a bit too fluid to be human, more like the movements of an animal on the hunt.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"And what is a revelation, exactly?" Grayson asked, their eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Tell me, I'm curious." There is still that tug to his voice, urging Mort to tell. "It certainly sounds interesting enough."

Mort is digging a small grave. It's always a pity when someone dies this young, but if nothing else, they died peacefully, surrounded by those that were dear to them. There are worse ways to leave this world.

He does not notice Grayson approaching. He does not see the eye on their head or the mouth on their neck. But he knows that someone is here who does not belong.

-The Gravedigger (@residentsofhollowville)

The extra eye and extra mouth dissappear as Grayson called out. "Hello!" They waved slightly, attempting to appear friendly, though his movements are a bit too fluid to be human, more like the movements of an animal on the hunt.

[the-sighted-hunter]

"Ah, an acquaintance of yours, Azazel Blake, mentioned you. I thought I might check out this place, and what better way to do that then meet the residents?" Grayson smiles, the grin more of a threat than anything else. "Tell me, what's up with this graveyard? Anything special about it?"

Mort is digging a small grave. It's always a pity when someone dies this young, but if nothing else, they died peacefully, surrounded by those that were dear to them. There are worse ways to leave this world.

He does not notice Grayson approaching. He does not see the eye on their head or the mouth on their neck. But he knows that someone is here who does not belong.

-The Gravedigger (@residentsofhollowville)

The extra eye and extra mouth dissappear as Grayson called out. "Hello!" They waved slightly, attempting to appear friendly, though his movements are a bit too fluid to be human, more like the movements of an animal on the hunt.

[the-sighted-hunter]

Grayson backs away, regret and fear plastered across his face. "I'll... I'll be going now." They started jogging off, their dog-creature following.

Amelie sneaks outside of the safehouse while Edward is sleeping, leaning against an old tree. They look sad and tired, and still rather distorted. They're busy watching the stars.

[the-sighted-hunter]

Grayson stares warily at Amelie, seemingly realizing that he's bit off more than he can chew. The dog-creature whined, slinking behind them.

Amelie sneaks outside of the safehouse while Edward is sleeping, leaning against an old tree. They look sad and tired, and still rather distorted. They're busy watching the stars.